Love on Economy (2/3?)
Title: Love on Economy (2/3?)
Author: easybeing_green
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Rating: M
A/N: I've never written smut before, and the only thing I know about gay sex is other smut I've read and when my gay guy friends tell me far too much information about their weekend adventures, so, yeah, I just hope it's not too awkward.
Summary: Drake and Josh on an airplane
I’m off like an airplane
I’m licking your postage stamp again
I’m using my right brain and I’m praying that we don’t crash
The boys parted and smiled as they rested their foreheads on each others. Drake gave Josh one more peck on the lips before he pulled back. As Josh recovered from whatever it was that had compelled him, he registered the fact that they just kissed on an airplane and instantly blushed. Drake just smiled in return. He was never one to be shy about public displays of affection.
“So what did Mom and Dad say when you told them you were hopping on a plane to Boston?” Josh asked, attempting to push the pink in his cheeks away.
“Nothing,” Drake shrugged. “They don’t know.”
“What?!” Josh exclaimed with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell them?!”
“I didn’t have time!” Drake said defensively as he waved an arm. “By the time I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life it was too late to do anything but swipe Walter’s credit card and speed all the way to the airport.” Josh smiled at him. He overlooked the numerous irresponsible things in that explanation because it was overshadowed by the fact that it was a pretty romantic gesture.
“So letting me get away would be the biggest mistake of your life, huh?”
“Come on, Josh, you know I love you,” Drake said through a smile. Josh grinned back goofily. They’d said they loved each other tons of times before, but it was usually followed by a “brother.” This was the first time it was said in the different sense, the in ove sense. Drake had just said it as if it was obvious though, like it wasn’t a big deal and they’d been saying it to each other for years. They probably could have, it was definitely there, but for some reason they just never vocalized it. Josh was about to reciprocate the sentiment when a voice interrupted them.
“Beverage, sir?” the first flight attendant asked Josh. The boys started and looked towards her.
“Oh, uh, no, thank you,” Josh said politely.
Drake was about to ask for a Mountain Fizz when the flight attendant turned to the aisle seat man and said, “Beverage, sir?” After she handed him a water, she moved the cart onto the next row without even looking at Drake. His mouth hung open in shock as he slowly turned back to Josh, who was narrowing his eyes at the flight attendant.
“Did she just skip me?” Drake said in almost disbelief.
“I don’t think she likes you very much,” Josh observed.
“Psh, RUDE,” Drake said as he sank back into his seat.
“Well, you were a tad inappropriate to her before.”
Drake rolled his eyes, but when the word inappropriate hit him, he stopped, turned to Josh, sat up, and raised an eyebrow. Josh looked at him, confused.
“What?”
A wily grin spread over Drake’s face. He waggled his eyebrows as he said, in a low voice, “We could be even more inappropriate.” Josh furrowed his brows in confusion. Drake slyly snaked his hand onto Josh’s inner thigh and squeezed ever so slightly.
Josh’s eyes widened instantly as realization dawned on him. He leaned down and said in a hushed voice, “Drake! We can’t do…that.”
“Why not?”
Josh was finding it very hard to find an answer to that when Drake’s hand was now slowly moving up and down his thigh, coming dangerously close to a part of his body that was quickly taking over his brain. Josh jerked involuntarily and placed a hand over his face. This was bad.
“Come on,” Drake practically whispered. “It’ll be fun.” Josh pulled his hand away to find Drake inches from his face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips parted slightly and looking so inviting Josh wanted to just dive in and live with those lips attached to his own for the rest of his life. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, because no matter what it was, Drake could always get Josh to do it.
Josh let out a shaky breath and nodded as he said, “ok.”
“Yeah?” Drake said with a grin.
Josh smiled timidly back at him. “Yeah.”
Drake’s smile grew bigger and he got that look on his face he got when he started plotting some crazy scheme. “Ok,” he began in a quiet voice. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then a few minutes later you come tap on the bathroom door twice, and I’ll let you in.”
“Ok.”
“Ok,” Drake said as he smiled again and stood up.
Josh swallowed nervously, but couldn’t deny the want and excitement that he felt in every inch of his skin.
Drake was leaning against the sink, taping his fingers on the table, thinking maybe Josh chickened out, when he heard two light taps on the door. He smiled excitedly as he opened the door and promptly hauled Josh in. The second Josh closed and locked the door Drake attacked him. Josh found himself pressed up against the door with Drake’s hands already moving underneath his shirt as he passionately kissed him. After Josh recovered from the initial shock, he grabbed Drake’s hips and kissed him back with just as much fervor. The other week, when Drake had said that it was best for them to just call it quits now, before they got too attached, before one of them got hurt beyond repair, when he had convinced Josh that it was for the best, Josh thought he was never going to get this, this passionate, loving, deep connection, lip on lip, grinding hip, needy, desiring action ever again. Now that he had it back, he was going to take full advantage of it.
Drake’s hands had pushed Josh’s shirt up and were now teasing a hard nipple. His hands were soon replaced by hot breath and a warm, wet, oh so very skilled tongue. Josh stifled a moan as a hand gripped Drake’s hair and he ground his hips against Drake’s. Drake began working at Josh’s belt as his mouth gravitated north. He unbuttoned his jeans but stopped working that expert tongue. Instead, he leaned back up, smashed his mouth against Josh’s again, and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him forward as he threw himself back against the sink table. Josh grabbed him by the ass and hauled him up so his legs were now wrapped around Josh’s waist and he was braced against the sink. Josh broke away from Drake’s mouth to attack his neck, sucking hard enough to be sure he left a mark. Drake was his again, and he needed to show it. Drake tried to suppress his whimpers as Josh worked at his belt and tight jeans, which were getting tighter by the second. He gasped as Josh snuck a hand beneath his boxers and began slowly stroking. He tugged at Josh’s hair to pull him up and desperately kiss him again. His legs tightened around Josh’s waist as his hips started thrusting against Josh’s touch. Josh was kissing Drake like he wanted to reach into the deepest crevice of his body and explore every inch with his tongue. It was all going so fast and frantic and they were impatient, but the setting and their reuniting made their hearts beat rapidly and forget any self-control they might have had.
Drake started pushing Josh’s pants and boxers down as he said through slobbery, needy kisses, “Josh…” His voice was deep and laced with lust and love and Josh thought it wasn’t possible to be more turned on until that sound hit his ears, and he practically growled with want. Josh’s pants were around his knees when Drake said again, “Josh…” In between breaths he continued, “I, I need…Josh, I need.” That was all Josh needed to hear before he tore Drake’s pants and boxers off and miraculously rearranged them so Drake’s legs were now about Josh’s shoulders, feet pressing against the wall on the other side of the extremely small space. Josh kissed Drake again as he moved a hand down and around in between his legs, pressing one, then two fingers inside. Drake moaned and Josh kissed him more fervidly to muffle it. As Josh started moving his fingers in and out, Drake tore away from the kiss and said, “Josh, just, just -” He was cut off by Josh’s mouth as Josh removed his fingers and repositioned himself. He gently pushed inside, knowing it would hurt a little without the usual sex accessories. Drake pulled away from the kiss and squirmed in discomfort for a moment, but then relaxed and let out a sigh of pleasure as he got used to the sensation. He leaned forward to kiss Josh again, who slowly started moving his hips back and forth.
The angle was awkward, and it was good thing Drake was pretty small, or else this new position would be nearly impossible. That couldn’t stand in the way of their overwhelming desire though, and Josh’s pace quickened as Drake rocked back in rhythm to meet Josh’s thrusts. It hadn’t even been that long, but the boys knew they both wouldn’t last too much longer.
I foreclose a five-minute fantasy
On a short lived flight making love on economy
Josh was breathing heavily and biting his bottom lip, trying his best to suppress his cries of pleasure as Drake gasped with each thrust that hit just the right spot. Drake couldn’t help the “Fuck!” that escaped him, and he threw a hand over his mouth to try to stifle his cries as he squeezed his eyes shut. Josh had always loved the noises Drake made during sex, but for some reason he found seeing just how hard it was for Drake to stop himself from shouting these Josh-induced cries of pleasure and spewing incoherent obscenities even hotter. He loved how he made Drake lose control. He loved even more though, how Drake made him lose control. He loved that Drake was only person who saw him like this, completely uninhibited and passionate and wild. These thoughts intensified all his senses, and it wasn’t going to be long now. He thrust wildly as he began stroking Drake again. He pulled Drake’s hand away from his mouth to replace it with his mouth. Drake kissed back desperately as he moaned into Josh’s mouth.
Josh thrust one, two, three more times, before Drake tore away and didn’t even try to stifle a “Shit, Josh, god, ooh, FUCK!” as he threw his head back and came into Josh’s hand. Josh came seconds after, letting out a deep grunt and moan as his whole body shook and his head fell down to rest on Drake’s chest, which was rising and falling heavily. Josh pulled out and they remained in that worn out, euphoric position for a moment. In that moment, so many things didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that the entire plane had probably heard Drake’s orgasm. It didn’t matter that their parents had no idea where Drake was. It didn’t matter that Drake had no return flight ticket. It didn’t matter that Drake had no plan when they landed in Boston and that Josh was going to have to stay in his dorm room with a new roommate who might not understand Drake’s presence or their relationship. It didn’t matter that the seatbelt sign was now on. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t officially discussed what they were going to do about all this, because no matter what things were still going to be different. None of this mattered, because in this moment, they were exactly where they were supposed to be, and it felt good.
The only thing that did matter was that Josh hadn’t reciprocated that important sentiment yet. He leaned up, placed a quick soft kiss on Drake’s lips and said in a low voice, “I love you too.”
No jumping conclusions
I don’t think there’s no solution
Lets get backwards and forget our restless destination
Lets live in the moment just this time, could we?
Just take one moment of our time, maybe
Lets forget were running out of time
Author: easybeing_green
Fandom: Drake & Josh
Pairing: Drake/Josh
Rating: M
A/N: I've never written smut before, and the only thing I know about gay sex is other smut I've read and when my gay guy friends tell me far too much information about their weekend adventures, so, yeah, I just hope it's not too awkward.
Summary: Drake and Josh on an airplane
I’m off like an airplane
I’m licking your postage stamp again
I’m using my right brain and I’m praying that we don’t crash
The boys parted and smiled as they rested their foreheads on each others. Drake gave Josh one more peck on the lips before he pulled back. As Josh recovered from whatever it was that had compelled him, he registered the fact that they just kissed on an airplane and instantly blushed. Drake just smiled in return. He was never one to be shy about public displays of affection.
“So what did Mom and Dad say when you told them you were hopping on a plane to Boston?” Josh asked, attempting to push the pink in his cheeks away.
“Nothing,” Drake shrugged. “They don’t know.”
“What?!” Josh exclaimed with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell them?!”
“I didn’t have time!” Drake said defensively as he waved an arm. “By the time I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life it was too late to do anything but swipe Walter’s credit card and speed all the way to the airport.” Josh smiled at him. He overlooked the numerous irresponsible things in that explanation because it was overshadowed by the fact that it was a pretty romantic gesture.
“So letting me get away would be the biggest mistake of your life, huh?”
“Come on, Josh, you know I love you,” Drake said through a smile. Josh grinned back goofily. They’d said they loved each other tons of times before, but it was usually followed by a “brother.” This was the first time it was said in the different sense, the in ove sense. Drake had just said it as if it was obvious though, like it wasn’t a big deal and they’d been saying it to each other for years. They probably could have, it was definitely there, but for some reason they just never vocalized it. Josh was about to reciprocate the sentiment when a voice interrupted them.
“Beverage, sir?” the first flight attendant asked Josh. The boys started and looked towards her.
“Oh, uh, no, thank you,” Josh said politely.
Drake was about to ask for a Mountain Fizz when the flight attendant turned to the aisle seat man and said, “Beverage, sir?” After she handed him a water, she moved the cart onto the next row without even looking at Drake. His mouth hung open in shock as he slowly turned back to Josh, who was narrowing his eyes at the flight attendant.
“Did she just skip me?” Drake said in almost disbelief.
“I don’t think she likes you very much,” Josh observed.
“Psh, RUDE,” Drake said as he sank back into his seat.
“Well, you were a tad inappropriate to her before.”
Drake rolled his eyes, but when the word inappropriate hit him, he stopped, turned to Josh, sat up, and raised an eyebrow. Josh looked at him, confused.
“What?”
A wily grin spread over Drake’s face. He waggled his eyebrows as he said, in a low voice, “We could be even more inappropriate.” Josh furrowed his brows in confusion. Drake slyly snaked his hand onto Josh’s inner thigh and squeezed ever so slightly.
Josh’s eyes widened instantly as realization dawned on him. He leaned down and said in a hushed voice, “Drake! We can’t do…that.”
“Why not?”
Josh was finding it very hard to find an answer to that when Drake’s hand was now slowly moving up and down his thigh, coming dangerously close to a part of his body that was quickly taking over his brain. Josh jerked involuntarily and placed a hand over his face. This was bad.
“Come on,” Drake practically whispered. “It’ll be fun.” Josh pulled his hand away to find Drake inches from his face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips parted slightly and looking so inviting Josh wanted to just dive in and live with those lips attached to his own for the rest of his life. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, because no matter what it was, Drake could always get Josh to do it.
Josh let out a shaky breath and nodded as he said, “ok.”
“Yeah?” Drake said with a grin.
Josh smiled timidly back at him. “Yeah.”
Drake’s smile grew bigger and he got that look on his face he got when he started plotting some crazy scheme. “Ok,” he began in a quiet voice. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, and then a few minutes later you come tap on the bathroom door twice, and I’ll let you in.”
“Ok.”
“Ok,” Drake said as he smiled again and stood up.
Josh swallowed nervously, but couldn’t deny the want and excitement that he felt in every inch of his skin.
Drake was leaning against the sink, taping his fingers on the table, thinking maybe Josh chickened out, when he heard two light taps on the door. He smiled excitedly as he opened the door and promptly hauled Josh in. The second Josh closed and locked the door Drake attacked him. Josh found himself pressed up against the door with Drake’s hands already moving underneath his shirt as he passionately kissed him. After Josh recovered from the initial shock, he grabbed Drake’s hips and kissed him back with just as much fervor. The other week, when Drake had said that it was best for them to just call it quits now, before they got too attached, before one of them got hurt beyond repair, when he had convinced Josh that it was for the best, Josh thought he was never going to get this, this passionate, loving, deep connection, lip on lip, grinding hip, needy, desiring action ever again. Now that he had it back, he was going to take full advantage of it.
Drake’s hands had pushed Josh’s shirt up and were now teasing a hard nipple. His hands were soon replaced by hot breath and a warm, wet, oh so very skilled tongue. Josh stifled a moan as a hand gripped Drake’s hair and he ground his hips against Drake’s. Drake began working at Josh’s belt as his mouth gravitated north. He unbuttoned his jeans but stopped working that expert tongue. Instead, he leaned back up, smashed his mouth against Josh’s again, and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him forward as he threw himself back against the sink table. Josh grabbed him by the ass and hauled him up so his legs were now wrapped around Josh’s waist and he was braced against the sink. Josh broke away from Drake’s mouth to attack his neck, sucking hard enough to be sure he left a mark. Drake was his again, and he needed to show it. Drake tried to suppress his whimpers as Josh worked at his belt and tight jeans, which were getting tighter by the second. He gasped as Josh snuck a hand beneath his boxers and began slowly stroking. He tugged at Josh’s hair to pull him up and desperately kiss him again. His legs tightened around Josh’s waist as his hips started thrusting against Josh’s touch. Josh was kissing Drake like he wanted to reach into the deepest crevice of his body and explore every inch with his tongue. It was all going so fast and frantic and they were impatient, but the setting and their reuniting made their hearts beat rapidly and forget any self-control they might have had.
Drake started pushing Josh’s pants and boxers down as he said through slobbery, needy kisses, “Josh…” His voice was deep and laced with lust and love and Josh thought it wasn’t possible to be more turned on until that sound hit his ears, and he practically growled with want. Josh’s pants were around his knees when Drake said again, “Josh…” In between breaths he continued, “I, I need…Josh, I need.” That was all Josh needed to hear before he tore Drake’s pants and boxers off and miraculously rearranged them so Drake’s legs were now about Josh’s shoulders, feet pressing against the wall on the other side of the extremely small space. Josh kissed Drake again as he moved a hand down and around in between his legs, pressing one, then two fingers inside. Drake moaned and Josh kissed him more fervidly to muffle it. As Josh started moving his fingers in and out, Drake tore away from the kiss and said, “Josh, just, just -” He was cut off by Josh’s mouth as Josh removed his fingers and repositioned himself. He gently pushed inside, knowing it would hurt a little without the usual sex accessories. Drake pulled away from the kiss and squirmed in discomfort for a moment, but then relaxed and let out a sigh of pleasure as he got used to the sensation. He leaned forward to kiss Josh again, who slowly started moving his hips back and forth.
The angle was awkward, and it was good thing Drake was pretty small, or else this new position would be nearly impossible. That couldn’t stand in the way of their overwhelming desire though, and Josh’s pace quickened as Drake rocked back in rhythm to meet Josh’s thrusts. It hadn’t even been that long, but the boys knew they both wouldn’t last too much longer.
I foreclose a five-minute fantasy
On a short lived flight making love on economy
Josh was breathing heavily and biting his bottom lip, trying his best to suppress his cries of pleasure as Drake gasped with each thrust that hit just the right spot. Drake couldn’t help the “Fuck!” that escaped him, and he threw a hand over his mouth to try to stifle his cries as he squeezed his eyes shut. Josh had always loved the noises Drake made during sex, but for some reason he found seeing just how hard it was for Drake to stop himself from shouting these Josh-induced cries of pleasure and spewing incoherent obscenities even hotter. He loved how he made Drake lose control. He loved even more though, how Drake made him lose control. He loved that Drake was only person who saw him like this, completely uninhibited and passionate and wild. These thoughts intensified all his senses, and it wasn’t going to be long now. He thrust wildly as he began stroking Drake again. He pulled Drake’s hand away from his mouth to replace it with his mouth. Drake kissed back desperately as he moaned into Josh’s mouth.
Josh thrust one, two, three more times, before Drake tore away and didn’t even try to stifle a “Shit, Josh, god, ooh, FUCK!” as he threw his head back and came into Josh’s hand. Josh came seconds after, letting out a deep grunt and moan as his whole body shook and his head fell down to rest on Drake’s chest, which was rising and falling heavily. Josh pulled out and they remained in that worn out, euphoric position for a moment. In that moment, so many things didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that the entire plane had probably heard Drake’s orgasm. It didn’t matter that their parents had no idea where Drake was. It didn’t matter that Drake had no return flight ticket. It didn’t matter that Drake had no plan when they landed in Boston and that Josh was going to have to stay in his dorm room with a new roommate who might not understand Drake’s presence or their relationship. It didn’t matter that the seatbelt sign was now on. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t officially discussed what they were going to do about all this, because no matter what things were still going to be different. None of this mattered, because in this moment, they were exactly where they were supposed to be, and it felt good.
The only thing that did matter was that Josh hadn’t reciprocated that important sentiment yet. He leaned up, placed a quick soft kiss on Drake’s lips and said in a low voice, “I love you too.”
No jumping conclusions
I don’t think there’s no solution
Lets get backwards and forget our restless destination
Lets live in the moment just this time, could we?
Just take one moment of our time, maybe
Lets forget were running out of time