Title: Wake Up Call
Chapter: 6/6?
Series: Drake & Josh
Author: Alex Graves
Pairing: Drake/Josh, Drake/OFC
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, BJ, Masturbation
Disclaimer: I don't own Drake & Josh. Only this plot line. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait but the next installment (and probably final) of Wake Up Call is finally here. Hope you enjoy. I might continue it depending on the reviews. We'll see.
Feedback: Always welcomed and loved. Flames however are not.

Summary: Josh has spent the past five years fixing Drake's mistakes. But one night Drake takes it a bit too far. Only instead of being done with Drake, Josh finds he can't get enough.

The wet cloth was cool against the heat of his skin. Drake didn't think he'd ever felt so hot, so much like melting but he found that he very much liked the feeling, especially the way it ended. He looked at the cloth and the hand that held it, not his own, and then looked up at the owner of the hand, his new found lover, his step-brother, Josh. "You know you don't have to do this," Drake stated with a smile as he relaxed on the bed, the aftermath of their love making leaving him tired, heavy, and satisfied.

"Yes I do, Drake. You can't even move," Josh stated as began to clean Drake's thighs, wiping away the last evidence before he tossed the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper across the room and settled next to Drake, smiling. "You know this means we have to think of something to tell mom when she asks why you can't get up from the bed."

"Don't worry about it. I'll think of that later," he stated, dismissing it with a wave of his hand. He turned onto his side slowly and looked at Josh, his fingers dancing across the skin of Josh's chest. "Right now, we should just relax." Josh's grin morphed into a smile as he pulled Drake closer, his lips ghosting over Drake's.

"Relax, huh?" Josh asked as Drake nodded, closing the distance between them and kissing him.

"Mmm-hmm. Now take off those stupid pants. I feel a bit underdressed," Drake replied. Josh laughed but complied, standing up to strip himself of his pants while Drake watched on appreciatively, his smile growing wider as Josh began to turn red from his stare. "Don't know why you're blushing," Drake stated with a grin as he propped his head up on his hand, looking Josh up and down. "I mean, I've seen everything now and I gotta tell ya brotha'; I like it."

Josh rolled his eyes and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over both of their waists as he turned towards Drake, a frown settling on his lips. "Sure, you like how I look now." Drake frowned, sitting up slowly and pushing the covers off so he could explore Josh freely without interruption.

"What? You mean because you've lost weight?" he asked confused as he ran his finger's over the skin of Josh's shoulder, trailing down his chest to his navel to his thigh as Josh squirmed under his touch. Josh mumbled a quick positive and grabbed for the covers. "You're wrong," he stated seriously, his fingers still yet firm where they now rested on Josh's chest. "I mean, I wasn't attracted to you when we first met but it did start sometime later after our second year together." Josh looked at Drake in surprise and smiled. "I'm not that shallow, you know. And you're different. I'd still like you even if you still had all that weight. If anything, it just makes the sex better because you have stamina," Drake stated with a smirk.

"I had plenty of stamina then!" Josh stated loudly, pushing Drake back on to the bed and moving so that he hovered over him. Drake grinned and reached up, burring his fingers in Josh's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and watching as Josh closed his eyes and began to purr happily. "So, the sex that good?" Josh asked, grinning down wolfishly.

"Well, expect for that bit of pain at the beginning, it was pretty fucking awesome," Drake said with a shrug, still scratching lightly at Josh's scalp who still continued to purr and now began to rut slowly at Drake's hip. "Ready for another round?" Josh nodded and gripped at Drake's thigh, pulling it up so that it rested against his hip.

"Think your butt could handle it?" Josh asked burying his head in the nook of Drake's neck, making Drake gasp at the bite Josh gave him.

"Probably not. But there are other things we could do," he gasped as he wrapped his legs around Josh's waist and began thrusting, his length pressed against Josh's.

"So true," Josh replied, pulling back and away from Drake who let out at small whimper at the loss of touch. Josh smiled, and moved down the length of Drake's body, sweeping his tongue along the planes of Drake's thigh, tasting the salty sweat there.

"Wait, Josh- what are you-"

"Put your knees on my shoulder," Josh commanded, cutting Drake off as his thumb brushed the juncture where leg met pelvis.

"What?" Drake asked confused as he began to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows as Josh maneuvered Drake's legs over his shoulder as he grinned up at Drake before taking him in his mouth, Drake letting out a loud yelp in surprise at the sudden heat that surround him. "Fuck! Josh! Stop - you shouldn't – fucking hell – Ahn!"

Josh smiled around Drake as he began to hum, his brother wriggling and writhing underneath him, soft whimpers and guttural moans erupting from his throat. Josh slowly bobbed his head up and down, his tongue sweeping the underside of Drake's shaft.

"Josh-Josh stop! I'm going to- oh sweet- oh god!" Josh ignored Drake's cries and continued to work his mouth around Drake's shaft, his tongue pressing at the skin while he hummed some random tune. "Fuck!" Drake cried, writhing underneath Josh.

"Drake?" Both boys froze, Josh releasing Drake with a pop as they looked at the door.

"Mom?" Drake whimpered, still achingly hard while Josh merely gave him a wolfish grin as he grabbed the comforter and pulled it over himself and Drake's lower half before returning his mouth to Drake's cock, Drake gasping loudly as he gripped the sheets while he stared down in disbelief at his covered lap.

"Drake? Are you alright? What's going on?" The doorknob turned and soon Audrey was standing in the doorway, wondering why her son was in Josh's bed and not is own. "Drake, what are you doing? I heard your cursing," she stated with a frown, an eyebrow raised in disappointment.

"I stubbed my toe," Drake blurted out quickly, as he clutched the comforter around his waist, trying desperately to hold back the cries that were begging to be released from his lips. Josh meanwhile continued his ministrations underneath the covers, unaware to Audrey.

"Uh-huh. And why are you in Josh's bed and not your own?" she asked. Drake frowned and looked down at his covered lap, the sheets slightly moving with Josh's head. He closed his eyes tightly, and bit his lip as he brought his knees up closer to his chest, trying to hide the movement of the sheets. When his mom finally left, Drake was going to kill Josh.

"J-josh and I h-ha-had a bet," Drake managed to choke out. "He won. He g-got the b-bed." Drake felt Josh grin around him as Josh's hand joined his mouth in fondling Drake. Audrey nodded, buying the excuse, as she knew the boys often got into ridiculous bets with each other. Drake gave another gasp as Josh deep throated him. He was close to climax now and the fact that his mother was watching him only served to sicken him and thrill him at the same time.

"Are you sure you're okay? Are you sick? And what are those marks?" Drake groaned, and looked at his mother, trying to beg her to leave.

"I'm fine Mom! Just go!" he almost wailed. Audrey looked put off for a second but after taking in the state of her son, the ruffled hair, the flushed complexion, her eyes widened with recognition and she felt her face go red.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't think! I mean! I'll just let you get back to your," she gestured to his lap.

"Mom!" Drake cried out embarrassed, his face flushing an even darker red.

"I'm leaving! Dinner will be ready in a few minuets!" she called, closing the door behind her. Drake flopped back onto the bed, his arms over his eyes as Josh pushed the comforter up off of him and came up for air.

"Finally. It was getting a bit stuffy down there," Josh grinned. Drake glared at Josh and was almost tempted to kick the other boy in the balls but thought better of it as his cock gave an urgent jerk. Josh looked down, smiling before he crawled up Drake's torso, aligning their erections together before clasping them together in his hand.

"I f-fucking hate you," Drake groused as he began to rut against Josh who chuckled and bit his lip, working both cocks in his hand.

"No you don't. You f-fucking love me," he replied, burying his nose in Drake's hair and inhaling. Drake gasped, biting his lip hard as he came for the second time that day, Josh following close behind with a grunt.

They laid in bed spent, Josh grinning happily while Drake pouted, glaring at him. "Who are you and what have you done with my Josh?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Josh asked, as he turned onto his back, reaching over to the nightstand to grab some tissues to clean both himself and Drake.

"I mean that was totally out of character just now! You've never acted like that! Ever! You're not that confidant, or smooth! You're not that mischievous either!" Josh sighed, his lips still quirked upwards as Drake went on.

"I guess it's just the after effects of having sex," Josh stated calmly, shrugging his shoulders as he tossed the dirtied tissues into the waste bin. "That and really, it was a chance to make you squirm. Think of it as payback." Josh smiled as he got out of bed and pulled on his jeans while Drake sat up quickly, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Payback! Payback for what?" Drake asked watching as Josh pulled out a button down shirt and pulled it on.

"Payback for all the times you made me squirm," he stated. Drake rolled his eyes and crossed arms over his chest, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. "It's okay Drake. I give you permission to make me squirm whenever you want." Drake raised an eyebrow and scoffed, trying not to sigh as Josh began to button up his shirt, his body now hidden from view.

"I need permission now?" Drake asked. Josh smiled and shook his head, leaning in and pressing his lips to Drake's.

"Dinner's almost ready and you still need to get dressed." Drake nodded, gingerly moving off of the bed and grabbing at his own clothes. "Butt still hurt?" Josh asked. Drake merely nodded as he pulled on his boxers.

"Yup, which means next time it's my turn."

"Your turn to what?" Josh asked. Drake smiled as he pulled on his jeans and shirt. "Your turn to what, Drake?" Josh asked again as he followed Drake to the door. Drake grinned, and turned around, kissing Josh softly.

"Now it's your turn to squirm," he stated before opening the door and starting down the stairs, a blood red Josh following close behind him.

Fin?