million dollar high | joshler

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"why the fuck would you say that? are you actually crazy?"

"i have to go home," i said and unlocked my car, but josh opened the door to the backseat and pulled me in. "what do you think you're doing?"

he pulled my pants down and trailed his hand down my underwear, but i grabbed his wrist. "s-stop. someone will see us."

"so? didn't you want me to get outed?"

"not like this, not with me."

"do you have a condom?"

"what? no–"

josh sighed and backed off. i pulled my pants back up and climbed into the front, starting my car.

"i hate you. i'm starting to really despise you for other than the fact that you don't like me."

"because i don't have a condom?"

"don't act stupid. you want to fucking out me because you know some people that like me are homophobes. you just want my career to fall off."

"josh–"

"no. i can't fucking believe you, bitch–"

"josh, i wasn't going to do it. i thought about it, but i decided against it. i'm not that type of person!" i pulled my car over.

"why did you stop?"

"so you can yell at me from the front seat."

he huffed and climbed into the front. "i want to choke you, but you like that shit."

i rolled my eyes. "whatever. kink shame me, i don't care. be mad all you want."

i started to drive again. "i swear, joseph, if you tell anyone about this, i'll fucking choke you in a way you won't be fucking turned on."

"alright."

we sat in silence for the rest of the drive to my place until i asked him, "still want to fuck?"

"yeah."