million dollar high | joshler

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"oh, josh, you don't have to get anything for me or my mom for christmas. we don't buy gifts; seeing each other is enough." i told josh in the morning. he was taking a shower; i was brushing my teeth.

"what? why?"

"i don't know. we never really gave gifts to each other. i mean, we did when i was younger but not anymore. you don't have to worry about it."

"i can buy you a dildo."

"watch it, dun." my cheeks were tinted pink. i rinsed out my mouth.

"wait, holy shit." he popped his head out of the shower, holding the curtain away from his face. "can i actually buy you one?"

"no. why would i need it?"

"for fun."

"if you do it, i will never have sex with you ever again."

"that's why you'd need one."

i sighed and turned around to face him. "hurry up. you're using all the hot water."

"just come in with me."

i pulled my shirt off and my sweats and underwear. josh moved over for me as i hopped in. i wrapped my arms around his waist.

josh ran his fingers through my hair and scanned me head to toe. "you're so fucking beautiful." then, he kissed me.

he removed my hands from his waist and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist instead.

my arms rested around his neck, and we kissed and kissed and that's all we did.

"i love you." he parted, breathless.

"i love you." it slid out okay. was it normal now? i think so.

we kissed again for the longest time, and the water was starting to burn our skin, and steam engulfed the whole room.

my back was against the wall, and josh kissed my neck, mixing his spit with the water on my skin.

josh's tip grazed against my hole, and i shuddered and licked my lips. i tangled my fingers through his curls and tugged his hair gently.

he brought his head back up and kissed me one more time before separating from me. i unwrapped my legs from him and got back on my feet.

"i want to buy you one," josh told me, running his fingers in my hair then cupping my cheek, "and i'm want to fuck you with it once your mom leaves."

"i'd rather it be you."

"i know." he paused for a moment. "have you never used one? is that why?"

"y-yeah."

"dude, what?"

i hit his chest. "i fucked around a lot and fingered myself. there was no point in me getting one."

"i actually might buy you one now. just trust me." he grabbed his towel and stepped out.

"you're done?"

"well, yeah," he smiled. "i've been in for almost an hour."