Whiphand, Brighthands and the other one

Chapter 4

(Drake's POV) 

Drake had got himself a date. Well, his dates didn't know that it was a date, not yet at least but that wasn't exactly important. 

He was in a taxi, next to Caine, who was moodily staring out of the window. The taxi driver was silent. He had tried to make conversation but Drake had made sure to let him know that that was unwanted, in a fun way of course. 

Drake was staring at Caine, who looked like he didn't enjoy the staring but that in itself was hot. Caine was definitely in one of his moods, eyes pinned outside refusing to move but staring not an anything in particular. He could have almost been daydreaming if he hadn't been watching the window with such intensity. His mouth was tight and his hands held in slightly curled fists. A forowed brow across his forehead.

There was nothing for Caine to be looking at, outside was the Santa Katrina hills, and all you could see were rocks and sheer cliff faces around them. borrrrrrrrrinnnnnnnng. 

Drake wanted to grab Caine by the waist and bite into that juicy looking neck. Oh, the temptation was great but Caine was still powerful and he should wait for Sam, having both of them at once would be so much better. 

It was going to be so much better then at the concert. That had been good and all but Sam and Caine had been sloppy, speaking nonsense and wanted too dance like they belonged in a mental asylum. Its hard to suck on someone's throat when they were pretending to be a poggo stick. 

Outside the scenery changed, Perdido Beach came into view, Drake sat forward excitedly, almost there. At his sudden movement the taxi driver jumped in shocked. Drake laughed. 

Caine sighed, well, someone was grumpy. Didn't get his beauty sleep? Still annoyed that no one at Coates will take him seriously? The rumors had already begun to spread. Taylor had began telling everyone that Caine and Drake had sex in their room every night, not yet unfortunatly.

Sam had got out of the rumors thanks to Diana, who had began messing up the rumors about him. He was no longer Connie's son in the eyes of Coates, but he was either related to the principal, Obama, Caine or somehow all three at once.

The taxi driver pulled up at McDonalds and Caine paid the bill before the driver could even tell him the price. They got out and the taxi driver quickly rushed away. Well, someone was a scaredy cat weren't they?

Inside, Sam was sitting in a small four seat table near the back. He was on his phone with no food in front of him. Caine and Drake walked over. Sam looked up.

"Sup" Sam said. So that wasn't just a high thing then.

"Morning," Caine answered, and flopped into a seat, with a huff. Drake sat down next to him and handed Sam his wallet back. 

"Thanks." Sam nodded, and stuffed it in the back pocket of his shorts. Silence fell over the table for a long awkward minute. Drake hadn't thought about what he'd say, just what he wanted to do. 

"Have you ordered?" asked Caine. Sam shook his head. The three headed up to the counter together.  Caine stepped forward to the counter in front of them, Sam went to follow but Drake pulled him back.

"Can I get a," Caine paused and looked at the menu with displeasure, "Three Chicken Deluxes, three Spicy Chicken McWraps, three Medium Fries, a balsamic vinegar, some aioli and three Mocha Frappes."

When Drake looked at Sam he looked slightly shocked. Caine did have a way of being effortlessly outrageous. Caine paid with his shiny gold card, took the number, and marched back to there table. Drake followed him, dragging Sam back as well.

"Do you want me to pay you back or anything." Sam asked when they were seated.

"No." said Caine bluntly.

"Caine's family is rich. He usually pays whenever he goes out." Drake explained, Sam did not look comforted.

"So whats your favourite colour?" Drake asked.

"Blue. And you?" Sam answered, awkwardly.

"Royal Purple." Caine answered, calmly, like that wasn't weird at all.

"What are you're kinks? I like asphyxiation." Drake said in a rush. Sam and Caine both stared at him in shock. Sam choked on something, and he wasn't even eating yet. Caine looked even more like he wanted to leave then he had before, and that was saying something.

Caine sighed, "We need to talk. It's obvious you're interested in us Drake, don't you dare pretend you weren't trying to undress me with your eyes on the way here. I'm not denying I find you both attractive, Stoned Caine couldn't hide that but that doesn't mean I feel comfortable with any of this. I hardly know you Sam and no offense Drake but your a bit too sadistic for anyone I would ever date. I'm happy to still get to know you but this is just awkward and I don't want anything serious anytime soon Drake."

Well, that wasn't part of the plan! Caine didn't have to get so pissy at him it was a simple question. 

"Yeah, I agree." Sam started, "I don't really know either of you and you both go to a school for people who are supposed to be messed up, I'm not saying you are but I don't know. Maybe we could get to know each other more?" 

"Should we meet up again then? You both free this time next week?" Drake asked. This wasn't going to plan but maybe he could get a permanent hookup out of this. That sounded great.

"I was probably going to go surfing with my friend Quinn, but you guys can come?" Sam said. Oooh yes! Drake loved the idea of shirtless Sam. That would be so hot, even if Drake himself was an awful swimmer.

"That sounds great." Drake told him.

"Yeah," added Caine. Excellent, this was going so much better then it had been a few minutes ago, "So what are we calling this outing?"

"A date?" Drake tried.

"A date." Sam confirmed and then the waitors came to there table with the pile of food Caine had ordered.

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