Overwhelmed by the sudden peak in his career, Josh is forced into lying and alienation from his family, and close friends. The boy tries to hold on to privacy as long as he can, but it becomes more difficult when an untruthful and cautious Josh meet...
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☼ Phoebe
When I wake up, it occurs to me that last night was a dream. It always seemed to be when it came to Josh. The stars, his touch, the comfort of his body hovering above mine, the sounds he carved out of me- they all could've been part of some erotic fantasy my brain materialized into a dream; all just a figment of my imagination.
However, it wasn't. With the sounds of birds singing in from the skies and the low hum of cars in the distance, I woke up that following morning dazed and convinced none of it had happened. It was all cut short when I felt the weight of Josh's arm over my waist and his chest rise and fall behind my back and the light snoring that came with it. Batting sleep away with my eyelashes, I looked around to see we were tucked away in the back of his car, sitting diagonally behind the passenger seat. Josh's left leg extended across the middle and left seat of the car while his other shaped easily over the right. Both his tattooed arm belted me against him while the other rested on my exposed thigh. I tilted my head back slightly just to see his forehead pressed unforgivingly against the window and lips opened freely allowing snores to escape the back of his throat. At seeing Josh one could easily understand the articulation of a wet dream. Muscular, tattooed, older- he was totally a daddy as far as I was concerned, but I think I'll keep that detail when we have sex in the future.
My eyes widen slightly with realization. I bring my hand down in between my legs and attempt to fell my underwear, but come completely empty as I touch myself instead.
I just had sex. Holy shit.
Suddenly, the lustful sounds and images from last night begin to refresh in my brain again. My legs close instinctively, knowing the arousal that would come from just imagining having sex with Josh, let alone remembering it.
"Morning." I heard my boyfriend's heavy voice breathe from behind me. Josh's breath spreads against my back, goosebumps rising with the contact of his skin.
I turn to him gently, shifting the way in which I was sitting so that I could face him without straining my back. "Morning."
"How did you sleep?" He looks to me through half closed eyes. His eyelids were weighed down with sleep, his pupils foggy with a dreamy haze.
"I slept fine." I replied with a small smile. "How did you sleep?"
He chuckles lightly against my ear, tightening the loose grip he had on my hips. "Well considering I finally got to sleep with you I would say I slept fine."
"Oh so that's all you wanted of me." I tease with a faux eye roll, returning my gaze to the window in front of me.
"You stop that, you know how I feel about you, brat." He tacked on the last word with extra emphasis, and when I turned back to face him, his eyes were squinted into nothingness behind the freckles of his cheeks. "The sex was just the icing on the cake." He added before sitting up to stretch. "On a serious note, my back is killing me, and we need to get back home before someone finds us like this."
