Motionless In White: Joshua Balz & OC Smut
My Envy Of The Night
"You know, I really envy the night sometimes." My boyfriend Josh told me. We were speaking on the phone; he was somewhere between San Francisco and L.A., far away from our apartment in New York, and like every night when he was on tour, he rung me just as I was lying in bed.
"Oh?" I asked, curious as to why he would be envious of a time of day. I wanted to hear his answer though; he could be really romantic sometimes, even if that romanticism came with an unhealthy amount of innuendo and promises of what would happen when we were next alone together. Not that I was complaining.
Oh, hell no.
"Yeah, because as I'm lying here alone in my bunk, you - who never shuts the curtains when you sleep - are sliding into your so-called pyjamas - "
"Underwear is perfectly acceptable pyjamas so long as your band aren't crashing on the couch."
"Every time I get home there's less and less material."
"Are you complaining?"
"Oh, fuck no. But anyway, you slip into bed in your lace and silk, the curtains wide open and all that moonlight skims over your skin, caressing and - "
"Balz, leave that poor girl alone!" I heard Chris shout on the other end of the phone, quickly followed by: "And get your hand out of your goddamn pants!"
I giggled quietly into the phone and Josh groaned in frustration, but I knew he'd have a small smile on his face; my giggle did that to him, or so he said. But, again, I wasn't complaining because I loved that I had any sort of affect on him, just like he had such an effect on me.
"Is that Gwendolyn?" I heard an excited Ricky shout from somewhere else in the bus, and this time me and Josh groaned in unison: me because I hated my full name and Josh because it seemed more and more of the guys were getting involved his 'private time' with me.
"I'm gonna go before they demand to talk to you. I'd switch your phone off if I were you." he warned me.
"I love you, babe." I said: "I'll see you soon."
"Can't wait, love...and I love you more than life."
With that he hung up, and I did as Josh had advised and switched my phone off; I did have to work tomorrow after all.
***
A week later, I was laying in bed, half-asleep but having been woken up by something...I just wasn't sure what exactly had woken me up. After a few seconds, and after hearing or seeing nothing else, I turned over and fell started to doze off again.
Suddenly I was re-woken again by a soft kiss being pressed to my ankle bone. I sat up in bed to see Josh kneeling between my feet and smiling at my mischievously. He was already shirtless, but he still had his stage make-up one, or what was left after he'd been on stage.
"I'm home." he announced needlessly, and I grinned at him, grabbing one of his belt-loops to pull his body close to mine as I shifted up onto my own knees. Out mouths clashed hungrily and my last coherent thought was of just how fucking much I'd missed this.
"I missed you so fucking much." Josh murmured against my mouth, mirroring my thoughts as we broke apart, panting slightly, to try and get out breathe back - admittedly without much success.
"I missed you too." I panted, trying to kiss him again, but he dodged, pushing me back against the pillows gently and waggling his finger from side to side playfully in a 'no no' gesture as his other hand ran caressingly down my side to rest on my hip.
His lips soon followed, kissing down my neck, between my breasts, down past my stomach before finally pressing against the lace of my underwear.
"Josh..." I whined, lifting hips a little only to hear him chuckle before my underwear was slid down my legs, my boyfriend using his teeth so his hands were free to spread my legs further apart. Quicker than I could follow, he started kissing me, his tongue flicking lightly and his teeth nipping gently at my skin as he enjoyed my moans and whines.
It wasn't long before I came - I'd been frustrated for over three months now, who could blame me?
Josh certainly wasn't, he couldn't seem to get his pants off quick enough as out mouths once more attacked each other desperately, fighting for dominance that he eventually won, his pants - joined by his boxers - finally on the floor by the bed and my hands sliding down his chest, wanting to return to favour for him.
"Later." he muttered urgently: "I need you, now!"
I complied happily.
Lining our hips up, he thrusted in one quick motion, making me scream in pleasure. Josh froze instantly, thinking that scream had been pain, but I wrapped my legs around his hips, using the hold to pull myself onto him further and making both of us gasp.
He didn't need any more encouragement.
Picking up a rhythm quickly, soon I was being slammed into the mattress with each thrust of his hips, each slam accompanied by a squeal that I thought was horrible but I knew Josh thought was cute, and any noise I made in bed he saw as an accomplishment on his part, even stupid ones like that.
"C'mon, babe." he said huskily in my ear, and it didn't take anything else.
I reached my end, screaming in completion as I felt Josh do the same, collapsing against me as we lay in a heap of panting bodies, neither of us willing to move as I felt him kissing my neck, nipping slightly and leaving a bruise.
"You missed doing that, didn't you?" I teased breathlessly, even as he laughed against my neck.
"Hell yeah. Not as much ass this, though." he laughed, flipping us so I was on top now, sitting up straight and grinning down at him before spiralling straight into round two.
