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You’ve known Josh since you were in kindergarten when he befriended Chris, your older brother. Josh and Chris have always been inseparable, and you were close with your brother. As you got older, you became friends with his friends. You were a bit younger than them, since you were three years younger than Chris, but none of them really cared. The only one who cared was Chris, because he had told all his friends, especially Josh, that you were off-limits. No matter how much Chris warned, Josh didn’t seem to care. He was known to be somewhat of a perv and make jokes a lot, and you always caught him staring at you, with touches that lingered for too long, and way too many inappropriate jokes targeted at you.
You noticed it all, and so did many of the others, including Chris. Sometimes it flew over his head, and sometimes he would tell Josh to cut it out because that was his younger sister. Josh was always just your older brother’s best friend, until you became friends with his friends, then you actually became friends with Josh. Josh was funny and always friendly to you, but he was pervy and always made way too many inappropriate jokes at your expense, and you always noticed the way he seemed to want to bother you.
As the years passed, Josh’s friendly behavior towards you became increasingly flirtatious. He always found reasons to touch you, sit too close to you, send you accidental dirty messages, or target one of his sex jokes at you. Chris wasn’t always blind to it, but Josh was brilliant about when he did it, leaving Chris to always trust his best friend completely. Josh’s eyes gleam with mischief, and he masks his malicious intent with a welcoming smile.
“Hey, nice to see you all made it.” He greets the friend group, then he gets to you. He stares at you for a minute, smirking. “Nice to see you…”
“Nice to see you too, Josh.” You say as you flash him a small smile. Josh watches your lips curve up, his mind briefly imagining those lips elsewhere. He laughs softly, trying to hide his inappropriate thoughts. He sees Chris throw an arm over your shoulder protectively, making Josh grind his teeth slightly. He watches you interact with your friends, laughing and joking, excited for the weekend at the Washington Lodge. You all finally go inside, the sun finally setting over the Blackwood Mountains.
As you all settle inside the lodge, Josh makes himself comfortable on the couch, deliberately positioning himself so he can steal glances at you without Chris noticing. He watches as you hang up your coat, admiring your figure briefly before quickly looking away when someone might catch him staring too intensely. You sit down next to Sam, offering her a drink as you sip from your own. Sam accepts the drink with a smile, chatting animatedly with you. Josh watches your profile, the way your throat moves as you swallow your drink, the curve of your jaw, the softness of your lips. He bites his lip hard to keep from saying something stupid in front of everyone.
“Okay, well I think I’m gonna bring my bag upstairs,” you tell Sam, but loud enough that Chris and Josh hear as they sit on the couch adjacent to you. “I’ll be right back,” you say to Sam as you pick up your bag and start to move upstairs to your usual room. As soon as you disappear upstairs, Josh excuses himself from the group, saying he needs to use the bathroom. Instead, he quietly makes his way up to your room. He peeks into the open door, finding you unpacking your bag.
“Hey,” he says softly, his usual smirk plastered on his face. You look up at him.
“Oh, hi, Josh,” you say as you look back down and continue to unpack. Josh leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving you. He watches your hands as they fold and unfold clothes, his mind wandering to inappropriate places. He clears his throat, trying to keep his voice casual.
“Need any help with that?”
“Unpacking my underwear?” You ask sarcastically, a bit taken aback. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you say as you roll your eyes and smile.
“Cmon, it’s just me.” Josh chuckles, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him.
“That’s exactly why,” you tease, even though you’re serious. He walks over to your bag, picking up a pair of lacy panties and holding them up, a smirk on his face.
“These are cute,” he remarks, a stupid smirk on his face as his eyes flick to yours.
“Hey! Get your hands off my underwear!” You snatch the pair out of his hands and pull your bag away from him. He was such a perv all the time and made no effort to hide it. Josh laughs and raises his hands in surrender, watching as you move your bag out of reach. He likes the way you talk to him, the way you stand up to him and challenge him, it’s hot.
“Okay, okay. Geez, you’re protective of your panties,” he teases.
“Yeah, I am. Especially from you, Josh Washington.” Josh grins wider, enjoying the banter. He knows you’re onto his flirtatious behavior, but he can’t help himself. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, playful tone.
“Why? Afraid I might steal them or something?”
“Maybe,” you say as you move over to the closet, reaching up to put your bag away, struggling on your tip toes. Josh’s eyes automatically drop to your ass as you reach up, his mind filling with inappropriate thoughts again. He swallows hard and decides to mess with you instead of responding. He suddenly moves behind you and grabs your waist with one hand unexpectedly, making you yelp.
“Here,” he murmurs. Josh smirks behind you as his hand falls to your waist, and his other hand goes up to take the bag from your hands and put it away on the shelf, his other hand not faltering from your waist. He’s pressed up against you from behind, too closely pressed. “See, now you don’t have to strain yourself,” he whispers against your ear, his fingers deliberately tracing circles on your hip. His other hand slowly lowers back down after placing the bag on the shelf. “Though I gotta say, the view was nice…” You can feel him press against you harder, both hands gripping your waist, and you flip around and push past him.
“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff as you walk out of your room and back downstairs to rejoin the others. Josh watches you walk away, a smirk still playing on his lips. He knows he’s pushed your buttons, and he can’t help but enjoy it. He waits a moment before following you back downstairs, trying to act casual as he rejoins the group. He moves downstairs to see you sitting back next to Sam. Josh takes his seat back next to Chris on the couch adjacent to yours, his eyes occasionally flicking to you as he tries to act normal. Josh engages in conversation, but his mind is elsewhere.
After a while, he leans back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his head and giving you a playful smirk. You meet his eyes but don’t react, choosing to ignore him. Chris and Sam warned you about Josh when you became friends with them, saying he could be a lot. He was loud, entitled, albeit funny, and also a complete perv. All the girls knew it, but it was different. He just joked with them; he was different towards you, and it was gross. Everyone thought so when they noticed it.
After a few more drinks, Josh gets up from his seat and starts moving around the room, chatting with everyone. He tries to casually walk by your spot again, now that you're standing up, his hand accidentally brushing your shoulder.
“Hey,” he says quietly enough that only you can hear. “Still mad at me?”
“I’m always mad at you.” Josh chuckles softly, leaning down slightly so his face is closer to yours. He keeps his voice low and playful.
“You know, for someone who’s always mad at me, you sure do put up with my shit a lot.” You roll your eyes.
“Well, I have to, you’re Chris’s best friend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Josh replies with a smirk. He pauses for a moment, watching as Sam leaves to refill her drink, shaking her head at Josh’s antics. Once she’s out of earshot, Josh leans in even closer. “You know, I think your brothers gonna kill me someday.”
“I wouldn’t blame him,” you say as you take a sip from your drink. Josh laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He’s standing so close that you can smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with his usual cologne.
“You’d miss me, though,” he says confidently, his eyes locked on yours. You feel your stomach churn. How could you possibly be enjoying this banter with Josh of all people?
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you say as you walk away to go talk to someone else. Josh watches you as you walk away, his smirk fading slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the weird feeling in his chest. He joins Chris and Sam at the kitchen island, grabbing another drink. From across the room, Josh can see you laughing with Jess. He tries to focus on the conversation with Chris and Sam, but his attention keeps getting drawn back to you. He notices the way your hair falls around your face when you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you're having fun.
As the night goes on, you all peel upstairs to go to bed, one by one. You walk over to where Sam, Josh, and Chris are standing in the kitchen.
“Hey, I’m gonna head up you guys,” you tell Chris and Sam, not even looking at Josh, though he’s looking at you.
“Goodnight,” they say in response.
“Yeah, night,” Josh says as he smirks and takes a sip from his drink. As you head upstairs, Josh watches you go. He exchanges a few more words with Chris and Sam before finally deciding to call it a night himself. He takes his time, finishing his drink and making sure everyone’s settled where they are before heading upstairs. When you get upstairs, you look to change your clothes, was one of your underwear missing? No, you just put them away, and no one's been up here…except Josh. You sigh and slip into your pajamas before sliding into your bed, reading a book quietly.
About an hour later, Josh decides to leave his room. He’s quiet as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. As he passes your room, he pauses briefly outside your door, listening for any sounds within. He looks down to notice the light peaking out from under your door, and he hesitates for a second before slowly pushing the door open. He slips inside, closing it softly behind him. He moves quietly towards your bed, his eyes adjusting to the dim light in your room. As he gets closer, he notices you're wearing a cute pair of short pajama shorts and a tank top.
“What do you want?” You ask, not looking up from your book. Josh runs a hand through his hair, trying to act casual.
“Nothing,” he says, leaning against the wall near your bed. “Just couldn’t sleep.” He pauses, watching you read for a moment before adding, “What are you reading?” You set your book down next to you after marking the page as he moves to sit down on the edge of your bed, the side you're on, where you sit up against the headboard with a pillow behind your back.
“A book,” you say sarcastically. “So you couldn’t sleep? That granted you to come into my room, how?”
“Saw that you were up too, the light peaking from under your door gave you away.”
“Mmm,” you hum out. Josh nods, a slight smirk playing on his lips like always. He leans back slightly, getting more comfortable on the edge of your bed,
“Yeah, I figured you were still awake. Plus, I didn’t want to go straight to bed yet.” He glances around your room briefly before looking back at you.
“Did you take a pair of my underwear?” You ask bluntly. Josh’s smirk widens, and he shifts slightly on the bed, his thigh brushing against yours.
“Maybe,” he says, his voice low and teasing. He pauses, his eyes locked onto yours. “Want them back?”
“Yeah, I would,” you say as you roll your eyes. “Does Chris know you prey on his younger sister?” Josh chuckles softly, leaning in just a bit closer.
“Prey?” He repeats, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dramatic.” He pauses for a moment before answering seriously, “No, Chris doesn't know about this particular habit I have.” His tone is playful.
“He’d kill you, you know.” Josh laughs softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.
“Probably,” he admits, still smiling. He leans in even closer, his face mere inches from yours. “But it’s worth it.” His eyes flick down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. There’s a small silence that falls over the room, and you don’t know if it’s because your touch starved, or what, but Josh, for some reason, starts to look a bit more attractive in his dim light.
“Why do you like me?” You blurt out. Josh freezes slightly, unconsciously inching away from you.
“What?” He asks softly, his voice lower than usual. He swallows hard, waiting for your answer. His eyes drop to your neck briefly, watching it work as you swallow.
“I know you like me, Josh. You’re not exactly subtle.” Josh lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair nervously. He leans back slightly, putting some distance between you two.
“Shit, am I that obvious?” He smiles sheepishly, then his expression turns serious again. “Yes, I like you.” He pauses, “A lot.”
“Why?” Josh watches you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.
“I dunno,” he says softly, honestly. “You’re hot. You have a smart mouth, you don’t take my crap, you’re funny…” He trails off, his eyes darkening slightly. You look at him, your eyes finding his. Josh’s breath catches slightly as you look at him. He holds your gaze, his own eyes searching yours. He leans in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you want to. His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently.
“Chris would kill you…If he knew you liked me, you know.” Josh lets out a breathy laugh, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.
“Yeah, I’m well aware,” he says softly, his face still inches from yours.
“I’m surprised he doesn’t give you more shit for the amount of flirting you do with me in front of him…or just being your creepy self,” you say, rolling your eyes with a faint smile tugging on your lips, referring to his pervy nature. Josh laughs again, the sound warm and genuine.
“Yeah, he’s surprisingly oblivious,” he says with a slight smirk. His thumb brushes over your lips briefly, his eyes dropping to watch the motion. “And I’m not creepy,” he argues playfully. “I’m charming.”
“You’re not creepy? Can I have my underwear you stole back then?” I tease. Josh’s smirk widens, and he leans in even closer, his face inches from yours.
“No,” he says smoothly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You wanna know why I took them?” His hand moves from your cheek to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Yeah, I’d love to because maybe they will end up back in my drawer.” Josh chuckles, his fingers on your ear.
“Because I wanted something of yours with me,” he admits bluntly, his voice low and honest, “Something to jack off to.” You look at him for a second before pulling him towards you and kissing him. Josh is caught off guard by the sudden kiss but quickly responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. He kisses you deeply and passionately, his hands roaming over your body possessively. When you finally pull away, he’s breathing heavily with a dazed expression. “...Fuck.”