Varanasi // Josh Kiszka

London - A Paris/Varanasi Crossover Chapter

Josh

You weren't used to the cold. Nor the rain. But as you stood outside the hotel, beneath an umbrella that did little to shelter you from either predicament, you began to feel as if Varanasi had been a hundred years ago.

You missed the heat and the blue skies. The quiet streams and mountainside temples. London was miserable. Both in weather and temperament. You already ached to get on the plane and be done with the next part of your journey home, but Josh had been unable to book a direct flight without stopping over in what had to be the most dreary place you'd ever seen.

You watched him slam the cab door shut, his white t-shirt saturated and completely translucent. Already too late for him to miss the rain, he ran towards you with both your hand luggage tucked beneath his arms.

"I can tell you're having the time of your life." He said sarcastically, beaming at you with that gap toothed grin as rain dripped off the edge of his nose and the sight took you back to that pool in Nepal.

You sighed heavily. "It's not the sort of rain I'm accustomed to."

"You'll feel better once we're upstairs." He supposed, cocking his head to the side in a gesture for you to follow him.

It didn't matter where you were. You knew you'd follow him into a hurricane. In rain or brilliant sunshine, your soul only knew peace at his side.

"Ignore me." You sighed again. "I'm just travel weary. Im fine."

He'd been right about you feeling better once you were upstairs. The suite was on the top floor overlooking Hyde Park. A decadent bed shrouded in the most expensive looking egyptian cotton sheets lined a wall opposite a bank of windows that offered views without even having to get up. The bathroom was floor to ceiling white tiles with a tub so luxuriously big you wondered if swimming in it were a viable option.

You weren't usually in agreement with such reckless displays of wealth. But you were too tired to argue.

"I know what you're going to say." Josh said sardonically, throwing his wet shirt on the bold white dresser by the door. "We're only here for one night so why the expensive hotel suite? Well, I figured after weeks of dirt roads and hostels and tiny little rooms that we deserved it."

You would have pointed out that there was nothing wrong in any of those things, but his finger was at your lips to silence you before u could open your mouth.

"Just let me do something nice for you, ok?" He hushed, trading his finger for lips that were still covered in rain.

"Who do you belong to, huh?" He asked playfully, untucking your shirt from beneath your jeans.

You giggled your response into the curve of his neck. Happy to be in a space where you could return to his body and your enjoyment of it.

There wasn't anything about his being that didn't call out to you. And that included the way he looked. You savagely pulled at the drawstring of his pants and let him yank you free of yours. Pushing you back on the bed, it felt like landing in a bank of clouds. You practically melted into the duvet.

"Oh my god, this must be what heaven feels like." You remarked, laying there in your underwear as he stood at the foot of the bed with his cock growing hard in the palm of his hand.

"You look pretty damn heavenly like that." He took a deep breath, high lighting the muscles on his waist. "I have to be inside you...I can't wait...take your panties off..."

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Jake