shower
Title: shower
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: pg
Pairing: max helyer/josh franceschi
Summary: josh gets home from a run and they take a shower.
Warnings: potty mouth, showers.
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: the insane amount of fic i've written in the past week.
Author Notes: i have this desktop and it just makes me want to write a shitload of mosh and leah was over and idk this just kind of happened.
When Josh finally gets home from his run, he's tired and sore and exhausted and sweaty and he doubts Max will want anything to do with him.
Regardless, when Josh unlocks the front door, he still calls “Hey babe,” and Josh hears Max shuffling in the kitchen and closing some cabinets.
“Hi,” Max says, when he comes around the corner. He smiles. “Aw.”
“What?” Josh asks, blushing. Max covers his mouth.
“Nothing,” Max says quickly. Josh is all cute and flush-faced, a drip of sweat dragging down his cheek. Max thumbs it away. “I just finished the dishes.”
“You're such a good house-boyfriend,” Josh sighs. He leans down and kisses Max's forehead. “I need a shower babe.”
“Okay,” Max says softly. He smiles. “I'll put the kettle on if you'd like.”
“That sounds nice,” Josh says. He pecks Max's lips, then heads for the loo.
Josh spends a solid five minutes staring at himself naked in the mirror. Ugh. These runs were yet to pay off visually. Josh puts a hand on his stomach and makes a face. He thinks he looks pregnant. Fuck.
Josh turns the shower on, a bit cooler than he usually would, but he's warm from his run. He pulls back the shower curtain the rest of the way and steps inside.
Josh is in the shower for all of a minute before he hears the door open. He peeks around the curtain. Max is standing sheepishly in the doorway.
“What's wrong baby?” Josh asks softly.
“Um,” Max murmurs, “can I shower with you?”
Josh blushes but nods anyway. He watches Max undress and then lets Max slip under the water with him. Max leans into Josh's chest, hands on Josh's hips, eyes closed.
“You smell better now,” Max says.
“I haven't even soaped up yet,” Josh says.
“Yeah but you smell better,” Max says.
Josh smiles weakly, wrapping his arms around Max and just kind of idly swaying their bodies back and forth. Josh looks down at Max and kisses his forehead. “You okay?” Josh whispers.
“Yeah,” Max murmurs. “I just wanted to take a shower with you.”
Eep. Max. Josh tries not to smile too hard so he just squeezes him and Max smiles.
“Tummy,” he says, putting his hands on Josh's stomach. Josh blushes dark red.
“Don't look at my chub,” he says, covering himself up. Max pouts.
“It's cute,” he insists. He kisses Josh's shoulder, then reaches around him to grab the shampoo bottle. He soaps up Josh's hair, their arms still around each other. Josh smiles and does the same to Max, then gives him a little faux-hawk. Max giggles.
“Remember when we were young and we had that swoopy emo kid hair?” Josh muses, playing with Max's hair. He ruffles it up in the back and smooths it down in the front. Max smiles.
“And how the first time we made out was because a few of our girl friends wanted to watch?” Max continues. He smooths down Josh's hair too. Aw.
“And how you popped a stiffy on me?” Josh laughs.
“Oh shut up,” Max says, “I was a fifteen-year-old virgin.”
“Fine,” Josh says. He kind of holds Max's head in his hand, thumbing his jaw. “C'mere. I'll rinse your hair babe.”
Josh leans Max's head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. Max's eyes are closed so Josh steals a quick kiss and Max smiles. He stands back upright and pulls Josh under the hot water with him.
Josh wipes his eyes to keep the soap out of them and Max giggles. They stay like that, standing in the spray and holding each other and kissing, for some amount of time. Neither of them are sure how long. The water starts to run cold so Josh shuts it off and grabs a towel from the counter. He helps Max out of the shower and dries both of them off. Josh smiles. Max. His baby. He holds Max's head in his hands and leans down to kiss him, soft and long and slow and these are Max's favourite kind of kisses.
Max pulls away once he decides he's too cold to not dry his hair off. He pulls the towel off Josh and scrubs at his hair, trying to get it dry. Josh giggles. He takes the towel back and dries his hair off too, then Max decides, “We should go lay in bed.”
Josh can't really disagree.
They go to the bedroom and Max curls up on his side of the bed. Josh pauses, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I'm going to go get some takeout,” he says. “I'm hungry. And we can lay together in bed eating Chinese.”
“That sounds amazing,” Max says. Josh smiles.
Max watches Josh dress - boxers, jeans, belt, socks, shoes, t-shirt, flannel, knit hat, in that order. Max just stays all tiny and quiet, his eyes following Josh as he moves around the room. Once Josh is dressed he goes over to Max and gives him a soft kiss.
“I'll get your favourite,” Josh says. Max smiles.
“Will you get nakey with me when you get home?” he asks softly.
“Of course.” Josh runs a hand through Max's hair. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Max sighs. He closes his eyes and he listens to Josh pick his keys up off the table; he listens to the front door shut; he listens to Josh's car start up. Then he listens to Josh driving away.
Max decides Josh's side of the bed looks too empty so he lays on it and shoves his face into Josh's pillow, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: pg
Pairing: max helyer/josh franceschi
Summary: josh gets home from a run and they take a shower.
Warnings: potty mouth, showers.
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: the insane amount of fic i've written in the past week.
Author Notes: i have this desktop and it just makes me want to write a shitload of mosh and leah was over and idk this just kind of happened.
When Josh finally gets home from his run, he's tired and sore and exhausted and sweaty and he doubts Max will want anything to do with him.
Regardless, when Josh unlocks the front door, he still calls “Hey babe,” and Josh hears Max shuffling in the kitchen and closing some cabinets.
“Hi,” Max says, when he comes around the corner. He smiles. “Aw.”
“What?” Josh asks, blushing. Max covers his mouth.
“Nothing,” Max says quickly. Josh is all cute and flush-faced, a drip of sweat dragging down his cheek. Max thumbs it away. “I just finished the dishes.”
“You're such a good house-boyfriend,” Josh sighs. He leans down and kisses Max's forehead. “I need a shower babe.”
“Okay,” Max says softly. He smiles. “I'll put the kettle on if you'd like.”
“That sounds nice,” Josh says. He pecks Max's lips, then heads for the loo.
Josh spends a solid five minutes staring at himself naked in the mirror. Ugh. These runs were yet to pay off visually. Josh puts a hand on his stomach and makes a face. He thinks he looks pregnant. Fuck.
Josh turns the shower on, a bit cooler than he usually would, but he's warm from his run. He pulls back the shower curtain the rest of the way and steps inside.
Josh is in the shower for all of a minute before he hears the door open. He peeks around the curtain. Max is standing sheepishly in the doorway.
“What's wrong baby?” Josh asks softly.
“Um,” Max murmurs, “can I shower with you?”
Josh blushes but nods anyway. He watches Max undress and then lets Max slip under the water with him. Max leans into Josh's chest, hands on Josh's hips, eyes closed.
“You smell better now,” Max says.
“I haven't even soaped up yet,” Josh says.
“Yeah but you smell better,” Max says.
Josh smiles weakly, wrapping his arms around Max and just kind of idly swaying their bodies back and forth. Josh looks down at Max and kisses his forehead. “You okay?” Josh whispers.
“Yeah,” Max murmurs. “I just wanted to take a shower with you.”
Eep. Max. Josh tries not to smile too hard so he just squeezes him and Max smiles.
“Tummy,” he says, putting his hands on Josh's stomach. Josh blushes dark red.
“Don't look at my chub,” he says, covering himself up. Max pouts.
“It's cute,” he insists. He kisses Josh's shoulder, then reaches around him to grab the shampoo bottle. He soaps up Josh's hair, their arms still around each other. Josh smiles and does the same to Max, then gives him a little faux-hawk. Max giggles.
“Remember when we were young and we had that swoopy emo kid hair?” Josh muses, playing with Max's hair. He ruffles it up in the back and smooths it down in the front. Max smiles.
“And how the first time we made out was because a few of our girl friends wanted to watch?” Max continues. He smooths down Josh's hair too. Aw.
“And how you popped a stiffy on me?” Josh laughs.
“Oh shut up,” Max says, “I was a fifteen-year-old virgin.”
“Fine,” Josh says. He kind of holds Max's head in his hand, thumbing his jaw. “C'mere. I'll rinse your hair babe.”
Josh leans Max's head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. Max's eyes are closed so Josh steals a quick kiss and Max smiles. He stands back upright and pulls Josh under the hot water with him.
Josh wipes his eyes to keep the soap out of them and Max giggles. They stay like that, standing in the spray and holding each other and kissing, for some amount of time. Neither of them are sure how long. The water starts to run cold so Josh shuts it off and grabs a towel from the counter. He helps Max out of the shower and dries both of them off. Josh smiles. Max. His baby. He holds Max's head in his hands and leans down to kiss him, soft and long and slow and these are Max's favourite kind of kisses.
Max pulls away once he decides he's too cold to not dry his hair off. He pulls the towel off Josh and scrubs at his hair, trying to get it dry. Josh giggles. He takes the towel back and dries his hair off too, then Max decides, “We should go lay in bed.”
Josh can't really disagree.
They go to the bedroom and Max curls up on his side of the bed. Josh pauses, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I think I'm going to go get some takeout,” he says. “I'm hungry. And we can lay together in bed eating Chinese.”
“That sounds amazing,” Max says. Josh smiles.
Max watches Josh dress - boxers, jeans, belt, socks, shoes, t-shirt, flannel, knit hat, in that order. Max just stays all tiny and quiet, his eyes following Josh as he moves around the room. Once Josh is dressed he goes over to Max and gives him a soft kiss.
“I'll get your favourite,” Josh says. Max smiles.
“Will you get nakey with me when you get home?” he asks softly.
“Of course.” Josh runs a hand through Max's hair. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Max sighs. He closes his eyes and he listens to Josh pick his keys up off the table; he listens to the front door shut; he listens to Josh's car start up. Then he listens to Josh driving away.
Max decides Josh's side of the bed looks too empty so he lays on it and shoves his face into Josh's pillow, breathing in the smell of his shampoo.