12 days of mosh [5/12]
Title: the twelve days of mosh.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17. very.
Pairing: josh franceschi/max helyer.
Summary: josh plots a good, kinky christmas.
Warnings: potty mouth, sex, many kinks including: phone sex, bdsm, watersports, breath play, exhibitionism, spanking, etc.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum
Author Notes: i think this counts as outdoor sex more than exhibitionism. but yeah i thought i'd cover it in the warnings just in case. this chapter is relatively harmless but i think it turned out nice. and i hope all my american readers had a happy thanksgiving ♥
It's early in the morning when Josh wakes up and notices Max isn't laying next to him. He pulls the covers back and sits up, looking around to see where Max might have gone. The kettle is on. Max must be somewhere. He looks over to the living room and Max is silhouetted behind the curtains on the balcony outside.
Josh pads over, pulling the curtains back. Max turns back to him, smiling.
“Morning babe,” Max says softly. He's got a hoodie on over his pajamas. It's pretty cold out - it is mid-December.
“Morning,” Josh murmurs. He slinks up behind Max, sliding his arms around him. “Sleep alright?”
“Eh,” Max sighs. “Just eh.”
Josh nods. He holds onto Max's hips, pressing himself up behind him. Max bites his lip.
“Babe it's early,” Max says.
“I know,” Josh says, absently playing with a piece of Max's hair, “but this is a convenient time for what I had planned today.”
Max's breath catches in his throat. What had Josh planned that would possibly have to take place at dawn on their balcony? Max glances back at Josh and Josh slides his hands into the back of Max's boxers. Oh.
“Babe,” Max says, just as a car drives down the street and nearly scares him half to death. “Babe someone's gonna see.”
“I'll be careful,” Josh says, pushing Max's pajamas down under his ass. Max blushes but he trusts Josh to do this. Josh sinks a finger into him and he gasps. “You hardly need the prep, do you,” he murmurs.
Max shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “I'm still pretty... well, y'know. Last night...”
“I know,” Josh says. He smiles, pulling his finger out. He gets himself out of his boxers and it's cold out but he doesn't even care. He just pushes up against Max, just his head sinking into him. Max gasps.
“Fuck,” Max breathes. “Get in me before someone sees.”
Josh purrs as he leans into Max, his hips flush against his ass. Josh smiles, just kind of staying there. Max glances back at him.
“C'mon, babe,” he whines.
Josh starts rocking a bit. They rarely have sex standing up so Max sort of struggles to get used to it. Josh has to get used to it too, but for a different reason. Max is especially tight around him. Josh leans Max forward a bit and Max bends over the railing obediently, rocking back at Josh.
“Fucking go,” he hisses.
Josh goes.
It's still early in the morning so it's quiet, and when Max sighs on one particularly good thrust he sees the ghost of his breath. He's hard in his pajama pants but he's so bent over it'd be impossible to see. Josh is just moving his hips into Max and Max's fingers keep squeezing tighter on the railing. Max just takes what Josh gives him.
After a minute or two, Josh increases his pace, enough for Max to be able to hear skin hitting skin. Max just tries not to moan too loud, especially when he can hear cars on the streets around theirs. Never their street, but potentially in earshot if the windows are down. It's so quiet Max can almost hear Josh's pulse when he runs a hand through Max's hair, then grips.
Max whimpers, pushing his ass back at Josh. He's kind of not up for being teased right now. Not after last night. Not this morning; he just isn't up for it. Josh gets it. He figures he'll be teasing Max enough for the remainder of the 12 days. He goes harder, like he's trying to get Max to come, and Max moans. It kind of catches him off-guard. He rocks up onto his toes, squeezing tight around Josh. Josh purrs. He slides his hand into Max's boxers, grabbing him, and Max jerks at his hand.
“Josh!” he hisses. Josh smirks, working him quickly, and Max moans and comes in his boxers. Josh rides out the orgasm for him and then pulls out. Max takes that as a cue. He turns, back to the railing, then slides down and swallows him whole.
“Fuck,” Josh breathes, either in surprise or pleasure. Maybe both. Max just bobs; when he feels Josh stiffen he goes slower and lets him come in his mouth rather than down his throat. Josh would like that. Max licks him all up but doesn't swallow and when he stands back up and kisses him Josh gets a mouthful of his own cum and he smiles.
“How could I have ever doubted you,” Max sighs. Josh giggles.
“I've yet to figure that out,” he says. He pulls Max's boxers back up over his bum and he tucks himself away. “Let's have some tea, love.”
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: nc-17. very.
Pairing: josh franceschi/max helyer.
Summary: josh plots a good, kinky christmas.
Warnings: potty mouth, sex, many kinks including: phone sex, bdsm, watersports, breath play, exhibitionism, spanking, etc.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum
Author Notes: i think this counts as outdoor sex more than exhibitionism. but yeah i thought i'd cover it in the warnings just in case. this chapter is relatively harmless but i think it turned out nice. and i hope all my american readers had a happy thanksgiving ♥
It's early in the morning when Josh wakes up and notices Max isn't laying next to him. He pulls the covers back and sits up, looking around to see where Max might have gone. The kettle is on. Max must be somewhere. He looks over to the living room and Max is silhouetted behind the curtains on the balcony outside.
Josh pads over, pulling the curtains back. Max turns back to him, smiling.
“Morning babe,” Max says softly. He's got a hoodie on over his pajamas. It's pretty cold out - it is mid-December.
“Morning,” Josh murmurs. He slinks up behind Max, sliding his arms around him. “Sleep alright?”
“Eh,” Max sighs. “Just eh.”
Josh nods. He holds onto Max's hips, pressing himself up behind him. Max bites his lip.
“Babe it's early,” Max says.
“I know,” Josh says, absently playing with a piece of Max's hair, “but this is a convenient time for what I had planned today.”
Max's breath catches in his throat. What had Josh planned that would possibly have to take place at dawn on their balcony? Max glances back at Josh and Josh slides his hands into the back of Max's boxers. Oh.
“Babe,” Max says, just as a car drives down the street and nearly scares him half to death. “Babe someone's gonna see.”
“I'll be careful,” Josh says, pushing Max's pajamas down under his ass. Max blushes but he trusts Josh to do this. Josh sinks a finger into him and he gasps. “You hardly need the prep, do you,” he murmurs.
Max shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “I'm still pretty... well, y'know. Last night...”
“I know,” Josh says. He smiles, pulling his finger out. He gets himself out of his boxers and it's cold out but he doesn't even care. He just pushes up against Max, just his head sinking into him. Max gasps.
“Fuck,” Max breathes. “Get in me before someone sees.”
Josh purrs as he leans into Max, his hips flush against his ass. Josh smiles, just kind of staying there. Max glances back at him.
“C'mon, babe,” he whines.
Josh starts rocking a bit. They rarely have sex standing up so Max sort of struggles to get used to it. Josh has to get used to it too, but for a different reason. Max is especially tight around him. Josh leans Max forward a bit and Max bends over the railing obediently, rocking back at Josh.
“Fucking go,” he hisses.
Josh goes.
It's still early in the morning so it's quiet, and when Max sighs on one particularly good thrust he sees the ghost of his breath. He's hard in his pajama pants but he's so bent over it'd be impossible to see. Josh is just moving his hips into Max and Max's fingers keep squeezing tighter on the railing. Max just takes what Josh gives him.
After a minute or two, Josh increases his pace, enough for Max to be able to hear skin hitting skin. Max just tries not to moan too loud, especially when he can hear cars on the streets around theirs. Never their street, but potentially in earshot if the windows are down. It's so quiet Max can almost hear Josh's pulse when he runs a hand through Max's hair, then grips.
Max whimpers, pushing his ass back at Josh. He's kind of not up for being teased right now. Not after last night. Not this morning; he just isn't up for it. Josh gets it. He figures he'll be teasing Max enough for the remainder of the 12 days. He goes harder, like he's trying to get Max to come, and Max moans. It kind of catches him off-guard. He rocks up onto his toes, squeezing tight around Josh. Josh purrs. He slides his hand into Max's boxers, grabbing him, and Max jerks at his hand.
“Josh!” he hisses. Josh smirks, working him quickly, and Max moans and comes in his boxers. Josh rides out the orgasm for him and then pulls out. Max takes that as a cue. He turns, back to the railing, then slides down and swallows him whole.
“Fuck,” Josh breathes, either in surprise or pleasure. Maybe both. Max just bobs; when he feels Josh stiffen he goes slower and lets him come in his mouth rather than down his throat. Josh would like that. Max licks him all up but doesn't swallow and when he stands back up and kisses him Josh gets a mouthful of his own cum and he smiles.
“How could I have ever doubted you,” Max sighs. Josh giggles.
“I've yet to figure that out,” he says. He pulls Max's boxers back up over his bum and he tucks himself away. “Let's have some tea, love.”