Two Weeks Without Drew (Emblem3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

This chapter is for the lovely NupurParikh for writing such an amazing first chapter for a fic that will no doubt continue to blow me away. Its Emblem3 slash, which I assume all you dear readers are into, so I suggest you go check it out if you want. It's called Fell Down From The Sky.

Amber and MJ are the best, I really love you both to bits. Enjoy!

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Day Fourteen:

Drew set up his phone carefully, putting it on speaker so he could drive and talk at the same time. Not two minutes later the device was ringing, and he pressed the accept call button even as he pulled out back onto the road. "Hey, Wes."

"Drew!" Wesley's voice was a little tinny through the speaker, but it still managed to make him smile, as it did every time he heard it. "How far away are you?"

"Twenty minutes at the most," he chuckled, turning a corner. A car blared it's horn at him but he ignored it. "Did you miss me?"

"Maybe," the brunet admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. The blond could imagine the blush spreading over the other boy's cheeks.

"Aww, I missed you too, Wes," Drew grinned. And he had. The two weeks he'd spent at his grandparents had been amazing, but horrible at the same time because during the whole two weeks, all he could do was think about Wesley. Sure, they texted each other constantly and talked on the phone almost every night, but it wasn't the same. He'd spent a lot of time playing the guitar, using the pick that Wesley had given him. It still wasn't enough.

Each corner he turned, each sign he passed, was just another signal that he was that much closer to home. That much closer to Wesley. He disliked leaving the teen alone for long, especially since the whole hospital thing. And the brunet had had an anorexia relapse in the first week he'd been gone, which had been worrying, but because of Keaton the eighteen year old was starting to eat healthily.

There was a scuffle on the other end of the line, and he could hear Wesley cursing. "Fucking hell, Keaton. Piss off for a minute, I'm trying to talk to Drew."

"Jesus, he'll be here in like ten minutes," Keaton's voice replied snottily. "Why the fuck are you calling him?"

"None of your business, brat," the elder brother snorted.

"Yeah, well, Kyle's here and I don't wanna talk to him," the lighter brunet snapped. "So why don't you let me have a nice little conversation with Drew here, and you go deal with that arrogant jerk."

"Arrogant jerk? Jesus, Keaton..."

But Wesley's voice soon faded and Keaton's became much clearer. "Hey, Drew."

"Sup, midget," the blond replied, thoroughly amused by the brother's interactions.

"Wesley just left, by the way," the fifteen year old informed him. "Stupid Kyle..."

"What's your problem with him, anyway?" Drew asked, grinning.

"He's a jackass, you know that!" the boy sounded like he was pouting. "I thought you'd be on my side, considering he kissed Wes."

"I ain't on anybody's side but my own, kid," the blond turned the corner and smiled when he realized he only had five minutes left until he was home. "But yeah, he's kind of annoying."

"Damn right he is," Keaton snorted. "Its like I'm a baby in his eyes. Its so fucking frustrating."

"Do something an adult would do," Drew suggested, not really paying much attention. He was more focusing on the fact that he'd just turned into the Stromberg's street. He'd decided to go there first before heading home and the excitement was getting stronger now. "You could always punch him in the face. That sure as hell convinced me that you're not a little kid."

"Not a bad idea..." Keaton mused.

"Hey, I'm almost here, I gotta hang up," Drew told him. "I'll see you in a minute."

"Sweet, see you soon!"

He pressed the end call button just as he parked in the driveway. He yanked off his seatbelt with barely contained enthusiasm and almost fell out of the car in his haste. By the time he made it to the door, he'd tripped twice and stubbed his toe, but he couldn't even feel it because he was knocking hard, excitement replacing all other feelings.

"Drew!"

Wesley threw open the door and they took a minute to just stand there and grin at each other. He was vaguely aware of the fact Kyle and Keaton were standing behind the darker brunet, watching with amused smiles, but his main focus was on the teen in front of him.

"Good to see you again," Drew finally said, opening his arms for a hug. The eighteen year old stepped into it immediately, and his entire body relaxed once they were in contact. Oh yeah, he'd missed this.

Wesley pressed his face into Drew's shoulder for a moment, and the blond tightened his grip a fraction. They hadn't been this touchy feely before, and though he knew it was because absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit, he still enjoyed it.

And then Wesley was grabbing his hair and pulling him down for an awkward kiss that made his heart stutter in delight and confusion, but he didn't question it, only kissing back with just as much roughness as the darker brunet was giving him. When they parted briefly for air, Wesley tried to resume the kiss immediately but Drew held him back, just barely, and frowned at him. "Wesley... Do you understand what you're... are we...?"

Wesley's lips curved into a smile and Drew couldn't resist taking them again. This time the kiss was more gentle, and it was more just a maddening brush of lips, over and over again. All he wanted was to sink into the contact, deepen the kiss, but he resisted, torturing both himself and the darker brunet in his arms. It was worth it to hear the pleading noises and the little huffs of impatience. After some time Wesley managed to pull back enough to talk, his cheeks flushed. "I have issues, you know that."

"Yeah, I know," he murmured, hands moving down from Wesley's shoulders, over his arms and down to his wrists before stroking back up again. He could feel goosebumps forming under his touch, saw the way the other boy leaned into it.

"And no sex either," the eighteen year old said this firmly, expression serious. "I don't want anything like before to happen ever again."

"It won't, I promise," Drew pulled him in closer, heart beating wildly. The sight of hazel eyes looking up at him was enough to let him ignore Kyle and Keaton's whispers (so it seemed the two could get along when they wanted to gossip, Drew noted). He stared back, wanting nothing more than to lean down and kiss him again. "So, are we...?"

"Yeah, if you want to," Wesley grinned, leaning up to close the distance himself.

"I want to," Drew replied against the teen's lips, hearing his chuckle in response.

He was home.

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A bit short, but you get the first real kiss in a while so I'm hoping you will forgive me. The next chapter will be the last, everyone! It should be uploaded in like a week or something. By that point I hope to have gotten far enough through the prequel that I can post the first part (there's going to be two). That way you can go straight from reading the last chapter of Two Weeks Without Drew to Mean What You Say. And then hopefully it shouldn't be too long until I can finish it and post the second part.

And once that is done, I can finally go back to my Wesley/Drew/Keaton two-shot and attempt to finish it because it's been sitting all lonely in my Emblem3 folder, and hasn't been looked at in a while. (And then get around to my zombieapocolypse!AU and my humanslave!AU, those haven't been looked at in twice as long.)

Hope you enjoyed!