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"I think you're hiding something," you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. "You've been quiet lately."
"I'm fine," Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.
"You're not telling me something," you insisted. "Josh." There was a moment of silence.
"I didn't want to tell you until it was official," he sighed. "I still don't really know for sure."
"You're leaving for tour," you stated flatly. "Aren't you?"
"Maybe," he shrugged. "I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah."
"When are you leaving?" you asked.
"Next month," he explained. His voice went soft. "Or next week."
"Next week?" your eyes went wide. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," he sighed. "We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we've been practicing and stuff and we're releasing dates tomorrow but-"
"But you just didn't think it was important to tell me," you muttered, obviously agitated with him.
"Y/n, it's not like I was keeping a secret or anything," he argued. "I just didn't know. Okay? Please don't be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn't want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don't know. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," you took a deep breath. "I overreacted. I'm just sad to see you go. I'm going to miss you."
"You know I'd take you along if I could," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. "If Ty would let me, I'd wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I'd let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart."
"You're silly," you rolled your eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," he gave a small smile. "You know what else I'm going to miss, though?"
"What?" you raised an eyebrow.
"This body," he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. "The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they're all over my skin..."
"Yeah?" you flickered your eyes up to meet him.
"Yeah," he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. "I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?"
"Definitely," you whispered.
Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet.
"Lift your arms for me, baby," he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well.
Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing.
It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.
"I want you," you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight.
He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.
"Condom," he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly.
"So. Fucking. Beautiful."
"Please," you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.
Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean.
It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss.
"Baby, I'm close," he whispered.
"Me too," you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other's arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled.
You were wrapped in each other's arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.
He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. "God I'm going to miss you," he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away.
"I wish I didn't have to go."
"Don't say that," you frowned. "I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?"
"Promise," he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed.
"I'm going to miss you so much."
"I am too," you mumbled. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you."
