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storypaint) wrote2009-01-28 11:56 pm
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Three Times (Drake/Megan)
Title: Three Times
Length: 797 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Drake & Josh, Megan/Drake, first time, kiss, drunk, shower
Pairing: Drake/Megan; mentioned Josh/Mindy
Other: R for sex, warning for incest
Excerpt: The first time they kiss, he's drunk and she's still too short to reach his face without standing on something. So she reaches up and catches his collar, and she can taste the beer on his breath.
The first time they kiss, he's drunk and she's still too short to reach his face without standing on something. So she reaches up and catches his collar, and she can taste the beer on his breath.
"What the hell, Megan?" he says, eyes wide, when she lets go.
She scowls and pushes him. He falls backwards onto the living room floor and she slams her bedroom door.
*
The second time they kiss, it's a surprise. She hadn't realized that Drake was in the room when she turned off the shower and stepped out. The boys have their own bathroom and she doesn't remember why she hadn't locked the door.
Drake stares, fumbling himself back into his pants. Megan is surprised, a hand lifting to cover her breasts, but then she grins.
"The show isn't free," she says, reaching for a towel.
"You shouldn't advertise, then," he said, grabbing her damp hair and pulling her into a kiss, his mouth rough on hers.
The towel drops to the floor, and Megan hates it when boys kiss her with their eyes open, but she can't shut hers, drinking in his face, the way he screws his eyes up when he kisses, the freckles that haven't faded on his still-boyish face.
He breaks the kiss and leaves her there in the bathroom, breathing like she's run a race.
After a long moment, she looks down and picks up the towel.
*
The third time, he presses her against the bricks outside the reception hall. They're both drunk (and Drake is a handsy drunk) and Megan is pretty sure she's ripped the other strap of her bridesmaid's dress, but she can't bring herself to care.
This is wrong. This has been wrong since she was sixteen and kissed him first, since before then, when she realized she was falling in love with her very stupid brother, the one she was technically related to.
This is wrong, but it's happening-- they're here, they're doing this, it won't go away. He's got his hands on the zipper of her dress and she wants him to pull it.
"Not here," she says when she hears the zipper begin to slide. Because this is, after all, Josh's wedding, and she's pretty sure that the best man and the maid of honor aren't supposed to hook up until after the reception (not at all, if they share a last name, but she's beyond caring and she never wants to get married, have children, anyway).
"Let's go, then," he says, leaning back and pushing his hair out of his eyes, exuding that Drake Parker confidence, and she wants to say yes.
"But Josh--"
"Brother is going to actually get laid tonight. Of course, she might eat him afterwards--"
Drake and Mindy will never get along. The toast he'd made earlier was evidence enough of that. She is actually surprised that Mindy didn't have him escorted out.
"He won't care," Drake says persistently, his eyes undressing her. She wants to ask about his date, but then she remembers he didn't actually have one. She'd thought it was odd, but--
She says yes and they get three miles into the country, away from this town, before they pull over. She can't take her hands out of his lap and she thinks maybe she's crying, and in any case he's having trouble driving.
They climb into the backseat like a couple of teenagers (and, okay, Megan is 19, and Drake will always be a teenager at heart). He spreads out a blanket that she hopes is clean, but she doesn't care for long.
He hikes her skirt up and she hears it rip. He pulls her underwear off next and then his face is between her thighs. She is so tense and aroused that he brings her to orgasm with just a few careful touches and licks. She screams and when she comes back done, he's looking at her, a satisfied smile on his face, and a blush. He's beautiful in the moonlight, even more than usual.
"Fuck me," she says.
"Language, dear sister," he says, pretending to be shocked, but he unfastens his pants and jerks his underwear down. She swallows any further protests as he enters her, scratching at any of his skin she can reach. She pulls his dress shirt up and runs her fingernails across his back; he pumps her harder. Her hips roll and she's crying with joy and desire and fulfillment.
"Can I--?" he says, straining, and she nods. He comes, cursing under his breath, and collapses onto her, hand resting on her breast.
She squirms. When he looks up at her, she says, "Let's run away."
"Okay," he says, kissing her cheek, and they drive for the rest of the night, cell phones off.
Length: 797 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Drake & Josh, Megan/Drake, first time, kiss, drunk, shower
Pairing: Drake/Megan; mentioned Josh/Mindy
Other: R for sex, warning for incest
Excerpt: The first time they kiss, he's drunk and she's still too short to reach his face without standing on something. So she reaches up and catches his collar, and she can taste the beer on his breath.
The first time they kiss, he's drunk and she's still too short to reach his face without standing on something. So she reaches up and catches his collar, and she can taste the beer on his breath.
"What the hell, Megan?" he says, eyes wide, when she lets go.
She scowls and pushes him. He falls backwards onto the living room floor and she slams her bedroom door.
*
The second time they kiss, it's a surprise. She hadn't realized that Drake was in the room when she turned off the shower and stepped out. The boys have their own bathroom and she doesn't remember why she hadn't locked the door.
Drake stares, fumbling himself back into his pants. Megan is surprised, a hand lifting to cover her breasts, but then she grins.
"The show isn't free," she says, reaching for a towel.
"You shouldn't advertise, then," he said, grabbing her damp hair and pulling her into a kiss, his mouth rough on hers.
The towel drops to the floor, and Megan hates it when boys kiss her with their eyes open, but she can't shut hers, drinking in his face, the way he screws his eyes up when he kisses, the freckles that haven't faded on his still-boyish face.
He breaks the kiss and leaves her there in the bathroom, breathing like she's run a race.
After a long moment, she looks down and picks up the towel.
*
The third time, he presses her against the bricks outside the reception hall. They're both drunk (and Drake is a handsy drunk) and Megan is pretty sure she's ripped the other strap of her bridesmaid's dress, but she can't bring herself to care.
This is wrong. This has been wrong since she was sixteen and kissed him first, since before then, when she realized she was falling in love with her very stupid brother, the one she was technically related to.
This is wrong, but it's happening-- they're here, they're doing this, it won't go away. He's got his hands on the zipper of her dress and she wants him to pull it.
"Not here," she says when she hears the zipper begin to slide. Because this is, after all, Josh's wedding, and she's pretty sure that the best man and the maid of honor aren't supposed to hook up until after the reception (not at all, if they share a last name, but she's beyond caring and she never wants to get married, have children, anyway).
"Let's go, then," he says, leaning back and pushing his hair out of his eyes, exuding that Drake Parker confidence, and she wants to say yes.
"But Josh--"
"Brother is going to actually get laid tonight. Of course, she might eat him afterwards--"
Drake and Mindy will never get along. The toast he'd made earlier was evidence enough of that. She is actually surprised that Mindy didn't have him escorted out.
"He won't care," Drake says persistently, his eyes undressing her. She wants to ask about his date, but then she remembers he didn't actually have one. She'd thought it was odd, but--
She says yes and they get three miles into the country, away from this town, before they pull over. She can't take her hands out of his lap and she thinks maybe she's crying, and in any case he's having trouble driving.
They climb into the backseat like a couple of teenagers (and, okay, Megan is 19, and Drake will always be a teenager at heart). He spreads out a blanket that she hopes is clean, but she doesn't care for long.
He hikes her skirt up and she hears it rip. He pulls her underwear off next and then his face is between her thighs. She is so tense and aroused that he brings her to orgasm with just a few careful touches and licks. She screams and when she comes back done, he's looking at her, a satisfied smile on his face, and a blush. He's beautiful in the moonlight, even more than usual.
"Fuck me," she says.
"Language, dear sister," he says, pretending to be shocked, but he unfastens his pants and jerks his underwear down. She swallows any further protests as he enters her, scratching at any of his skin she can reach. She pulls his dress shirt up and runs her fingernails across his back; he pumps her harder. Her hips roll and she's crying with joy and desire and fulfillment.
"Can I--?" he says, straining, and she nods. He comes, cursing under his breath, and collapses onto her, hand resting on her breast.
She squirms. When he looks up at her, she says, "Let's run away."
"Okay," he says, kissing her cheek, and they drive for the rest of the night, cell phones off.