teaser//jolinsky

VIII

Johnson's POV

*2 months later*

There sat Mr. Gilinsky, wearing his red swim trunks and on his phone outside.

I finally admit it, i have a tiny thing for him. Now it's not like i want to date him, or marry him, all i'm saying is a one night stand with him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

But i know he wouldn't ever go for me, like ever. We are work partners, we are way too good of friends to do ever do something. Even if hypothetically he would ask me out, i would say no. I don't want to ruin our existent friendship.

But, if he would ever grab me by the waist and kiss me like no tomorrow and slowly but surely unbuckle my belt,  Leaving hickeys all the way down to my throbbing-

"Johnson!" He calls out. I looked up from spacing out and looked through the glass doors. He signaled me to go over there and I got up to go outside.

It's a boring saturday afternoon, amber is at "the gym" but i know with those tight leggings she isn't trying to please jack. Everyone was calm in the house. I was watching some xanax documentary, Vanessa was trying to buy concert tickets, and G was watching his dogs swim.

"You good Mr. Gilinsky?" I asked him and sat down on a beach chair next to his.

"I'm lonely and bored stay with me out here." He sighed taking off his glasses looking at me.

"And for the love of god take off your shirt. It's 94° degrees." He said while tugging at my shirt.

I would be lying if i said that sentence didn't turn me on.

I took it off and reclined the chair a bit. Next thing you know Gilinsky is back on his phone and drinking his margarita.

A good while passed as we were outside. We had occasional conversations time to time. Dogs, his upcoming music, Sports, you know all that stuff mostly straight men talk about. But luckily i enjoyed it. Then we went back to silence.

"Want to go to the outlets? I really need a new pair of louis Vuitton shoes for award shows. Bobby finally paid me back from when he threw up on them at the AMAs." He asked, while looking still at his phone.

"Sure why not. Besides I can buy the pair of yellow vans I wanted." I said closing my eyes.

The AMAs last month were amazing, it's great having total strangers take pictures of you. Gilinsky invited Bob and I, the three of us together is fucking fun. The night did end up Bobby almost getting alcohol poisoning because of taking shots with Khalid, but it was still unforgettable.

"Okay then great. I'll meet in in the entry way in about thirty minutes. By the way," He stops in tracks from standing up.

"Nice nipples." He chuckled walking off.

I laugh nervously and look down. Fuck.

I completely forgot that a couple days ago i went out with a guy from tinder. Great sex, terrible, boring trump supporter.

Anywho, He left two hickeys on each of my nipples. and since i'm so pale, anyone can see the purpleish love bites.

I quickly got up and put my shirt back on.

//

"So you're telling me that that out of all the men in hollywood, you don't find even one attractive? I call bullshit!" I laugh.

"Never said that! I am just saying I wouldn't date Paul Rudd, sorry! My liking is mostly girls. What do you think? who do you find attractive?" He smirked raising an eyebrow.