What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[3] late night blowjob

Latch - Sam Smith & Disclosure

Summary

Josh is shy, and brings a male prostitute to his hotel room to try and loosen up.

(Smut)

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The air in the hotel lobby was still and dry, like the tension building up in Josh had exuded itself throughout the place. His palms were sweaty and he looked at the numbers that the elevator descended to avoid making eye contact with the pretty boy he had just picked up.

Or who had just picked him up.

In an effort to offload some of sexual frustration without the repercussion of the morning after talk, Josh had driven to the seediest part of town, a well known area to pick up night walkers. Though, it didn't go as planned.

He had been parked on a desolate street for half an hour as he tried to build up the nerve to pick up somebody when a beautiful face popped through the open car window and leaned casually on it.

"You looking to hook up?" The guys hoarse voice sounded a lot deeper than it should have been, like he had been playing it on thick to make an impression. "Fifty."

Josh was shocked by this guys bluntness, but he needed to blow off steam and there was no way he could deny a face like that, so he nodded his head almost immediately after as this stranger rounded the car and entered the passenger seat, resting a hand on Josh's leg and raised an eyebrow to him.

"So do we do it in your car, or, do you have some place you'd rather go?" The stranger asked out with a small grin on his face, displaying a beautiful set of teeth. Every inch of this stranger had Josh weak kneed and he barely mumbled out that he had booked a hotel room.

That was forty five minutes ago. Now the two stood in the hotel lobby awaiting the elevator that Josh mentally cursed at for taking an eternity to arrive.

He'd introduced himself to the stranger, but when he asked for his name, he responded that Josh should just call him whatever he wanted. Josh wanted to interject by stating that he'd prefer to call him by his name, though he left the conversation as it was when he agreed that if they were never to speak beyond this night, maybe it wasn't necessary after all.

The elevator stopped with a soft ding before the metallic doors clicked, and slid open. It was empty, and Josh and the stranger were the only two getting on as Josh pushed the button for the seventh floor.

Once the doors closed, Josh expected a painfully slow and awkward (for him) ride to the top, though he found himself surprised when the stranger pinned him to the wall and pressed their lips together.

Josh was equally surprised when his hands instinctively roamed to this strangers ass, pushing his hands beyond the confines of his denim jeans and grabbing a handful of the soft flesh, squeezing it as he moaned into this strangers mouth.

The stranger had his body slowly and rhythmically grinding against Josh, and Josh moaned even more when he felt his hardened cock completely confined by his pants, desperate to be set free and touched, played with, to feel the warm mouth of this stranger or the soft flesh he was currently squeezing, but this fantasy soon came to an end as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.