When you reached the hotel, you still couldn’t really believe you had said yes to this. The moment Josh had suggested flying you out to see one of his shows, you didn’t really think much of it. You weren’t a huge fan of airplanes and you honestly didn’t really want to leave Brendon either. But after another phone call from Josh and talking over it with Brendon, it was best you went and spent a day or two with Josh, just enough time for you to act like everything was normal, and then go back home and fuck Brendon senseless. It was honestly so screwed up, but you couldn’t help it. Much less, Brendon was temporary. After Josh comes home from tour, Brendon will be gone, and everything will be back to normal again. Right? You had been very careful too. Any time you did stuff with Brendon, you made sure it was protected sex, you washed your clothes from the smell of weed, you tried to sober up the best you could, you changed his contact name in your phone to simply Bren, and you had warned him not to give you any hickeys or scratch marks a week before your flight to see Josh. Maybe if you faked it good enough, Josh wouldn’t even notice anything had changed about you. When you walked into the lobby, you looked around, eyes scanning for that familiar face, and when you found it, you melted. It was then that it finally sunk in that you hadn’t seen him in so long.
There he was. The boy you originally fell in love with. His curly hair was bright yellow now but everything else was the same. Cat-like smile, squinty coffee colored eyes, that gorgeous tattoo sleeve, edgy gages, a tiger tank top, ripped black jeans, usual sneakers, and arms open wide, ready to hug you. You knew you had missed him earlier, but now, the feeling had intensified a million times worse. You felt as if you had been missing and empty and heartbroken, and now, being able to run into his arms and hold him tight, all of you was complete. “There she is,” Josh beamed, pulling you into his embrace and kissing your lips. “I missed you so much.”
“I don’t want to let go,” you whispered, clinging onto him so tight. “Fuck, I missed you so much Josh. I missed your voice, I missed these arms, I missed those lips, I just-”
“Y/n,” he breathed your name and pulled your face back towards his, kissing you again and again and again, fingers tangled in your hair. It felt like resurfacing to catch your first breath of air after being drowned into the dark depths of the water. It was refreshing and relieving and so joyful, calmness and coolness and nothing but love laced within his words. It tasted as if there was pure sugar coating his lips, his tongue dipped in honey, his hands soft cotton candy against your skin. When you both finally pulled away to catch your breath you laughed, wrapping each other in your arms again, then pulling away.
“You should probably take me up to the room before we spend another hour kissing in this lobby,” you teased.
“Actually, uh, I have to be at sound check in the next ten minutes,” he explained, scratching the back of his head. “As much as I’d love to catch up, I still have work to do.”
“Can I tag along?” you wondered.
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he nodded excitedly. “It’ll just be me and Tyler goofing around, but I’d love if you came. Let’s just give your bags to Mark and then we’ll take off.”
Honestly, you truly did miss Josh. You didn’t even realize half of how much you missed him until you saw him again. Sitting on the edge of the stage, smiling up at the boys and dangling your feet from the side, you couldn’t help but admit that there was nowhere else you’d rather be. You listened to the clash of cymbals and beat of the drums, Josh bouncing up and down in his seat, nodding his head to the rhythm. Tyler gave you an overenthusiastic wave and hug earlier, telling you how much Josh missed you and complained about you being gone, and now to see him singing his heart out, playing the ukulele, closing his eyes and swaying side to side, you knew this was where you truly belonged. This was the band that you fell in love with, just like you fell in love with Josh. After they finished the song, you clapped and cheered, earning a bow from Tyler and a wink and blown kiss from Josh.
The show that night was just as spectacular. You danced and sang with Jenna as the lights flickered around the arena, the fans roared, the boys played their hearts out. It was amazing. The two boys were rolling around in hamster balls, being lifted up on their drum kits in the crowd, doing backflips and jumps off the piano, having drum battles, running around the arena, climbing up on towers, and all sorts of crazy shit. By the end when the confetti sprinkled into the air, you were hooting and hollering along with everyone else in the venue, grinning back at Josh after they had taken a bow, then racing up to meet him. “That was fucking phenomenal!” you cried, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him passionately. “Holy shit!”
“You liked it?” he laughed nervously, searching for approval within your eyes.
“I loved it!” you reassured. “Oh my goodness, Josh!”
“Come on,” Tyler gave you a teasing punch on the arm. “You know you were staring at me the entire time.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.
“Come on, Ty. Maybe if you ego can deflate a little bit and you stop bragging we’ll get to the restaurant sooner,” Jenna joked. “Can’t take a shower and get dressed if you stay out here flirting with Josh’s gal all night long.”
“Right, I have to behave for the Missus,” he smirked before leaning in and giving Jenna a kiss. “I think we’re heading out to get a bite to eat. You guys want to tag along after showers?”
“Nah, I think we’re going to head for the tour bus instead,” Josh explained.
“Wait. We’re not staying in the hotel tonight?” you raised an eyebrow.
“We have to travel overnight to get to tomorrow’s venue, we have an interview in the early morning,” Josh frowned. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.”
“No, it’s fine,” you reassured. “I just uh, I think I overpacked then.” You weren’t about to admit that your reason for disappointment was because you’d have to fuck him in a cramped tour bus bunker instead of a nice comfy hotel bed all to yourselves, so you kept quiet.
“It’s okay,” Josh reassured.
While the boys took showers and got dressed, Jenna and you talked about some of the opening bands and some of your favorite local venues. Then Tyler and Jenna headed out for some food, leaving you and Josh in the tour bus alone. He was in an old gray t-shirt you had bought him, wearing some shorts and a black snapback, drinking a Red Bull and easing into the sofa, his arm around your shoulder. He was talking nonstop about some of the coffee shops he had visited in a couple cities prior to this one when you finally decided to cut him off with a kiss. When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Sorry, I just, um…” you looked away shyly. “I missed that. A lot.”
“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, setting down his energy drink. “You really did miss me?”
“More than you could ever imagine,” you sighed.
“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Josh whispered. He held your head in his hands, gently sifting his fingers through your hair and delving his tongue into your mouth, pressing it against yours, both of your eyes closed. It was as if moving in slow motion, floating through space, drifting underwater, blowing in the breeze. Each movement and touch was so graceful and careful.
“I missed you so much,” you mumbled against his lips. It was like falling through tufts of clouds, everything so soft and sweet and quiet and calming. His hands slid underneath your shirt and you hummed softly as he pulled it up over your head, tugging it gently off of your arms, tossing it to the ground. You then took it as your cue to slip your hands underneath his shirt, closing your eyes and sighing at the feeling of his abs underneath your palms, your skin sliding against his chest, his toned muscles making a small smile tug at the edges of your lips, then finding the hem of his shirt and helping him pull it up and off as well. You began to place kisses on his lips, his neck, his chest, his stomach, then slid down between his legs, glancing up to watch his face, eyes half lidded and biting down on his lower lip as you dipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding it off his body.
“God baby,” he inhaled a sharp breath as you tugged them off, then groped him carefully through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a moan from his lips. “I love that.”
“Yeah?” you couldn’t help but smirk. You took his boxers and slid them off his body, letting his erection spring free, then instantly kissing his head, pressing your tongue against his slit, taking him into your mouth, only making his moans grow louder, his fingers softly tousling your hair as you took him deeper and deeper.
“Mm that feels so good,” he hummed. You began to bob your head up and down, lips working down his shaft, hands on his hips, closing your eyes and loving the taste of him in your mouth. You felt him tense, a choked sigh get caught in his throat, and you knew he was close. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft. “Fuck-” as he came he lost control of his body, warm liquid pouring into your mouth and dribbling down your throat, you sucking him off and getting every drop, praise falling from his lips. You climbed back on top of him, about to place his lips on his when you both heard something you were definitely not expecting. A knock on the door.
“Holy shit,” your eyes went wide and you backed away from him, hopping off the couch and fumbling for your shirt. Josh instantly stood up and tugged up his boxers and shorts, then raced towards the door, glancing back to make sure you were fully dressed before opening it up. You nervously gulped down your nerves and gave a hesitant smile as Jenna and Tyler entered the tour bus.
“I thought I was going to freeze out there! You took forever to open the door, Josh!” Tyler teased. “Gosh, what were you doing? Up to no good I bet.”
“Just dozed off on the sofa,” he lied. “We’re a bit sleepy.”
“You can always turn in for the night if you want,” Jenna suggested. “We don’t mind a couple snorers. I think me and Ty are going to start up a movie though.”
“Oh okay,” you glanced at Josh, hoping to get across the point that you were still turned on beyond belief. You were aching to have his cock inside you, especially after that great blowjob, and all this time you had been away from him. Plus, you were already soaking wet. “Want to head to bed, Josh?” You were desperate for him to pick up on the hint.
“I don’t know, a movie sounds like fun, right?” he asked. A little part of you died on the inside.
“Maybe…” you drew out the word, still hoping he’d figure out what you were going for.
“Come on,” he insisted. “It’ll be fun.”
“Fine,” you complied, taking a deep breath and reassuring yourself that he must have something planned for later. He wouldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?
It was at least a half an hour later, Jenna and Tyler curled up on one side of the couch, you and Josh on the other. Each couple had their own blanket, arms wrapped around each other, eyes on the screen. Tyler had popped in some latest hit blockbuster everyone had been talking about, and everyone had their gaze glued on the screen except for you. All you could think about was the ever growing wetness between your legs and how much you wished you could just fuck Josh right now. You could barely even stare at the television you were so distracted. You were leaning against Josh, his arms wrapped around your waist, both of you underneath the blanket when the idea came into your mind. You slid your hand down to meet his, your palm on top of his wrist, helping him gravitate towards where you needed his touch. Maybe if you could just get a little bit, he just fingered you nice and slow and you were subtle and quiet, Jenna and Tyler didn’t even have to find out. You slowly moved Josh’s hand towards your thigh and he glanced at you strangely. “Please?” you mouthed, inaudible, pleading eyes. He glanced at you, glaring, half annoyed half disgusted that you would even think it would be appropriate, then returned his attention to the movie. A bit hurt and offended, you tried again, urging his hand to push just a bit father, which really reeled in his attention, him turning his head towards you and full on glaring this time.
“Cut it out,” he muttered, wresting his hand away from your grip and then looking back at the movie. He glanced out the side of his eye at Jenna and Tyler, who didn’t seem to notice the small spectacle, and then shifted his gaze back to the screen.
“Josh,” you barely whined. You couldn’t help it. Your fingers snuck back to find his palm when he gave a menacing glare at you again, then leaned close to your ear.
“I told you to cut it out,” he hissed. “Look, this is not appropriate. Jenna and Tyler were kind enough to offer us to spend time with them, and this is what you’re going to do?”
You bit down hard on your tongue, so hard it began to bleed. Josh had never spoken to you like that before, or even looked at you with that kind of glance, a menacing glare you couldn’t even seem to pry out of your mind. Maybe he was right. You were the problem. Tears started to form in your eyes and Josh glanced at Jenna and Tyler again, who this time looked back, definitely picking up on the vibe. “Uh, something wrong?” Tyler wondered.
“No, we’re fine,” Josh reassured.
“I just need to use the restroom. It’s no big deal,” you insisted, pushing the blanket aside and getting up from your seat, walking out of the room and not even daring to look back. You assumed Josh would go after you, or at least you hoped he would, but nothing. Instead, you locked yourself in the bathroom, then sunk to the ground, tears falling down your cheeks.
You were right. Coming here was a bad decision. You felt miserable. That’s when there was a knock on the door, and you wiped your tears, getting up and opening up the door. Of course it was Josh. “Hey,” his voice was a lot softer. “Look, I’m sorry baby.”
“It’s fine,” you sniffled, still wiping a tear from your cheek. “I was just, not thinking right I guess.”
“No, it was me,” he insisted. “I was being selfish and stupid, I didn’t know they were coming, I promise we’ll sort this out. I wasn’t being considerate and after-” You shushed him with a kiss, pulling him into the bathroom and kicking the door shut with your foot, tangling your fingers into his hair and knocking off his snapback, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You were going so fast, spinning around and around, reckless and desperate, when Josh slowed you. He pulled away, rubbing small circles on your back, bringing you to a slow stop, as if reeling you back into reality. It was as if he was flashing a yield sign in your face, warning you to slow down, to take it easy, to relax. You took a deep breath, looking up into his cocoa eyes before kissing him again. This time it was how he liked it. Slow, soft, sweet, just right.
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered softly when you pulled away and he began kissing your neck.
“Shhh don’t apologize,” he mumbled. “Just tell me what you want, babe. I want to make you feel good.”
“Just something quick,” you nodded slowly. He picked you up carefully and sat you on the edge of the bathroom counter, placing a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes tight. “I don’t care, I just want you Josh. I miss you so much and I-”
“I know,” he shushed. He placed his lips to yours and tugged down your sweatpants, rubbing you through your panties. You were still wet from earlier, and now twice as soaked. “So beautiful.” He put his lips on your neck and slid your panties down to your thighs, running his fingers up and down your folds before pushing one in, making you gasp.
“Fuck,” you sighed, holding onto his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, then adding another one and making you moan.
“Not too loud,” he reminded. He moved them in and out slowly, then pressed his thumb to your clit, starting to rub in small circles, causing you to hum softly, so fucking close. He went faster, his fingers picking up the pace, thumb rolling over your clit until you came, barely able to keep from moaning his name for the entire bus to hear, your walls clenching around his fingers and wetness seeping from your folds.
“Holy shit,” you muffled yours moans into the crook of his neck and listened to him whisper praises for you as he pulled his fingers away. He placed them in his mouth and hummed for a moment, then glanced back at you.
“Miss me?” he whispered.
“Most definitely,” you chuckled. You pulled him close and kissed him again, everything pastel colors and flower petals and honey lemon, beautiful and simple and perfect.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he gave a small smile, helping you off the counter and sliding up your panties and sweatpants. “I think we might have a little bit more of the movie left.”
He took your hand in his and guided you back outside, Tyler and Jenna not seeming to notice or care that much, which you were thankful for. Josh let you lean on him, his arm around your waist, blanket wrapped around the two of you, television glowing bright within the dark room. You placed your ear up to his chest, closing your eyes, tuning out all the sounds except for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly lulling you to sleep.