You can hear Josh giggling on the other line as soon as you answer you phone, and immediately, you know what to expect.
You let out a sigh, rolling over and switching your bedside light on so you can get you bearings; pulling the phone away from your ear, you see that it's 1:30am.
"Josh, it's one in the morning," you grumble.
"Oh, shit, baby, I'm sorry," he responds, dragging his words out. "I didn't know it was that early. Or late. Or..." He trails off, immediately beginning to laugh; you hear another laugh in the background that you recognize to belong to Brendon.
"What do you want, Josh?" you rasp.
"Awww, baby girl," Josh whines. "Don't be like that."
"Yeah, baby girl, don't be like that!" Brendon yells out in the background. You hear Josh trying to silence his friend, both of them continuing to giggle.
"Why don't you give me a call when you're not drunk?" you interrupt.
"No, no, no!" Josh hurries. "Hang on, wait." You listen to him mumbling an excuse to his friend before, you hear his breathing change, as if he was walking quickly. "I'm sorry, baby girl," Josh whispers. "I just missed you, and I wanted to hear your voice."
"I miss you, too," you reply, laying on your back again.
"You wouldn't miss me so much if you would just move to LA," he says.
"I'm not having this conversation with you again, Joshua," you respond, rubbing your hand over your eyes. "Especially while you're drunk."
"Whatever," Josh mutters. "So...what are you wearing?" He immediately lets out a small giggle as soon as the words leave his lips; you groan in response, rolling your eyes. "C'mon, baby," he chuckles. "Brendon's not here, just...play with me a little."
"Fine," you sigh. "Some of your boxer shorts and your old Mountain Dew shirt." You hear Josh let out a soft groan, before he lets out a breath. "What?" you say.
"Do you always wear my clothes when I'm not around?" he inquires.
"Whenever you come visit me, I steal one of your shirts and a pair of your boxers from your bag," you say. "They always smell like you, and I love wearing them. Also, I'm secretly moving you into my place, one article of clothing at a time." Josh laughs, much harder than he should have, and you know it is because of the alcohol.
"You should take everything off," he says. "Let me listen to you while you touch yourself."
"No, Josh," you reply. "I shouldn't do that." He remains quiet on the other line, and for a moment you think he hung up; finally, he lets out a deep breath, followed by a dark chuckle.
"Actually," he begins. "That's exactly what you're gonna do. Because if you don't...when I come to see you, I'm gonna tie you down to the fuckin' bed and rip your clothes off of your body." Your eyes go wide, having never heard Josh talk like that before. "And when you're naked for me," he continues. "I'll fuck you so hard until I come inside of you, and then I'm gonna leave you tied up there, on the edge of coming, and you're gonna be there fuckin' begging for me to finish you, but I'm not gonna do it. All because you're refusing to touch yourself while I'm on the phone right now."
"Josh," you breathe, now fully awake. "You..." All of your words escape you, and you hear Josh chuckle again on the other end of the phone.
"You like how that sounds?" he asks. "I can tell you do just from how you're breathing right now." You bite your lip, attempting to regulate your breathing, but Josh continues. "Do you like hearing me talk like that?" he asks.
"Yes," you choke out.
"How much? How wet is your pussy right now?" You push the boxers off of your legs, kicking them to the side, as you understand what is happening next. "Feel it for me," he instructs.
