You're Not Joshin' Part II ***NSFW***

Sorry for errors, it's almost 2 am and I am beat.


Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford

You're not Joshin'

Part II

No matter how much he begged, Nick wouldn’t give him so much as a hint to his plans. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Screw being too old to do so, he was irked and intrigued, and Nick wasn’t budging. Josh was also kind of impressed. Usually he got his way.

And gawd! Was he ever turned on. Nick being all silent and immovable? That was so hot, Josh just wanted to jump him right there in the truck.

But he was good, except for the pouting thing, but he was relatively certain Nick was enjoying making him pout. The jerk.

Josh sighed and uncrossed his arms as he let his legs fall open.

Yeah, that had gotten Nick’s attention real quick. Josh kept his grin hidden as he reached down and adjusted his cock, making sure he had his scrubs pulled tight over the hardening length.

Nick cleared his throat.

Josh gave his dick a stroke through the material and didn’t have to fake the soft moan that slipped past his lips.

Nick cleared his throat, like he was on the verge of saying something, then he gave a sharp shake of his head. “It’ isn’t going to work, baby.”

Josh decided to pick his battles. Baby was his least favorite term of endearment, and Nick damn well knew it. Just like Josh knew Nick used it in an attempt to get Josh off track, make him start bitching about that instead of touching himself and making Nick’s secretive walls crumble.

To that end, Josh raised his butt up just enough to give him some room.

“Josh,” Nick growled.

Josh winked at him. “What?” He tugged his scrubs down. He’d put on a lovely hot pink thong that morning, just because it made him feel sexy as hell. Now he was doubly glad he’d worn it.

“Jesus, Josh! You can’t wear something like that to work,” Nick grumbled. “That’s…”

“What I wore to work, because I’m a grown man and can pick out my own underwear, thank you very much.” Josh loved the look Nick shot him. Like Josh was deliberately trying to get to him. Nick was damned smart.

Josh hummed his favorite P!nk song as he freed his cock from the silky material.

“Josh,” Nick groaned, closing his eyes.

“Nick!” Josh yelped, slapping his arm. “Open your eyes!”

Nick had already done so before Josh had slapped his arm, but Josh had already been mid-panic at that point.

“Sorry.”

Josh glared at Nick. He didn’t sound sorry at all, and Josh was beginning to suspect he’d only shut one eye just to screw with him.

“Telling me what I can and can’t wear to work,” Josh muttered, smacking Nick’s arm again. “What’s wrong with you?”

Nick grunted and rubbed his arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not that stupid. I just meant having that little strip of material rubbing your ass crack raw for ten hours can’t be comfortable. It’s going to give you calluses.”

Josh wrinkled his nose at the image of his butt crack, thick and rough and—“No, that’s bullcrap. Where do you get these ideas?”

Nick shrugged. “Just seems like it’d happen.”

“If that were the case, people wouldn’t wear them all the time,” Josh growled. He mentally rolled his eyes. “Stop trying to distract me.”

“I—“

Josh licked his palm and Nick snapped his mouth shut.

“I could be doing this to you,” Josh said. “For you, too. But no, you don’t like me jerking you off or blowing you while you’re driving. Smart, but not fun.”

Josh gave his cock a slow, wet stroke. “Oh Jesus.” He shivered and did it again. “Ungh. Not as good as your ass or mouth, but…” The slow, easy rhythm built a fire of want in Josh’s gut. It took about a half dozen strokes before Nick caved.

“Damn it, Josh!” Nick jerked the wheel a little too hard as he got the truck onto the grassy shoulder of the road. “You are in so much trouble.”

“I’m counting on it.” Josh hated shitty days, and today had been one of the shittiest days he’d had in a long while. There was only one sure-fired way to release the stress from such a day, and waiting on Nick’s surprise wasn’t going to help with that.

Nick shoved the truck gear into Park while at the same time unbuckling his seatbelt. Josh started to reach for his belt oo but Nick grabbed his hand.

“I like you being restrained.”

Josh shivered, curling his toes in his shoes. “You dirty man.”

Nick leered and shoved the centerpiece between the seats up and out of the way. “Put your seat back, all the way.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Josh was grateful they lived on a ranch that was isolated pretty much at the end of the road they were on. He didn’t care to get arrested for what they were going to be doing.

Josh’s pulse raced, his hear thudding heavily as he felt for the small lever he needed to pull. When he found it, a tug sent him flopping backwards.

“Yeah,” Nick purred. He pinched Josh’s nipple through his top, doing so hard enough that Josh gasped. Nick chuckled and twisted the tip again. “Look at that.”

Josh couldn’t see to look at it. His eyes had rolled back in his head.

Then the seat shifted and Josh’s breath hitched as wet heat engulfed his cockhead. He slid his hand down to fist the base of his dick as Nick suckled the head.

“Ohh,” Josh sighed, eyes closing. Nick tongued the underside of his crown. “Oh please, right there.” He squirmed until Nick growled and began tonguing that sensitive spot. Then Josh panted and tightened his grip on his shaft. No way did he want to risk coming quickly.

Nick cupped his balls and gave them a little tug as he took in more of Josh’s length. That magical, gifted tongue of Nick’s kept flicking every one of Josh’s most sensitive spots so that he was close to sobbing with the pleasure spiraling through him.

Nick pushed a finger past Josh’s balls. Josh shook with expectation and need. He couldn’t even ask, couldn’t speak past while being so overwhelmed by the tight constriction of Nick’s throat around his dick.

Then that finger was there, touching his hole, flicking back and forth. Josh tried to scoot down in the seat, wanting more sensation, but he couldn’t move as much as he wanted to, leading him to conclude one thing:

Nick was diabolical. Josh was at his mercy with the seatbelt holding him in place and Nick’s weight against him. Well, and Nick’s mouth working magic and his finger teasing Josh’s rim. All Josh could do without really putting up a fuss was take what he was being given.

Nick bobbed back up his length and dragged his other hand roughly across Josh’s chest. He’d bet he had red streaks—not the kind that lasted for days or even hours, just the quick to fade ones.

The pressure of Nick’s fingers on him in both places was unbelievably erotic. Josh moaned and rolled his head from side to side as Nick continued sucking his cock and driving him mad. Behind his closed eyelids, sparks went off in golds and white.

Josh whined, too far gone to articulate what he needed. But Nick knew; Nick always knew. Spit slicked fingers pushed into Josh’s ass and Josh yelled his approval. Nick wasn’t gentle, pushing in fast and as deep as he could bury those fingers. Josh clenched his ass around the burning penetration, trying to bend those digits to his will.

The brush of them over his gland made him whimper as he flushed with warmth, his climax welling, threatening to crest.

“Nn,” Nick got out, pulling up until he was mouthing the very tip of Josh’s cock. “Not yet.”

Josh thought he was just going to die.

Then Nick twisted those fingers around. “I’d fuck you so deep with these,” he curled them inside of Josh. “Fill you up and make sure you felt it the next day, but your damned scrubs are in the way. If you’d just been patient…”

“Don’t make me kill you,” Josh muttered before sucking in a sharp breath as Nick caressed his gland again. “Oh fuck!”

“You’re adorable when you’re needing.” Nick pressed a third digit around his hole. “Damn, baby, you are so hot and tight.”

Josh opened his mouth to say something snarky—it obviously turned Nick on—but Nick went after his nipple again and Josh couldn’t breathe for the pleasure shooting out from his tit.

And Nick tonguing his slit. Nick got that third finger in, giving Josh a good stretch and at the same time, he sucked hard on Josh’s glans. Josh thumped his head against the seat and cursed.

Nick took his cock all the way down and swallowed. Josh kicked the floorboard as he tried to spread his legs but his beloved penguin scrubs held him in check.

Nick came up and sucked right back down again so quickly Josh didn’t see how he even got to breathe. His thoughts scattered as Nick hit the pinnacle of perfection, deep throating him, massaging his gland, and pinching that poor nipple all at the same time.

Josh screamed so loud his throat ached as he came. He jutted his hips as much as he could, blind with the bliss Nick gave him.

When he came back down from it, he felt as weak as if he’d been left in a desert for a day. He couldn’t even tuck away his cock. He didn’t think he could even move.

Until someone knocked on his window.

Josh’s throat wasn’t sore enough to prevent him from shrieking like a banshee as he jerked and opened his eyes. Nick cursed and just about the time Josh saw Les—in uniform, fuck it all—frowning at him through the window, Nick apparently decided to try to cover up Josh’s junk.

Gracelessly. Josh winced in pain and slapped at Nick’s hands. “Stop it before you do permanent damage!”

“He doesn’t need to be looking at it,” Nick snapped.

Josh stopped trying to shove Nick’s hands aside long enough to pop him on the arm. “Seriously? He’s standing there in uniform, probably fixing to give us a ticket—“Josh glanced at Les, who looked pretty much as stoic as usual. “Sorry dude, but you are you, you know.”

Les nodded. Josh poked Nick in the chest. “He’s already seen it, and he probably saw you sucking and fingering—“

Nick sat up and glared out the window. Josh took advantage of Nick’s possessive streak to get himself settled. Then he rolled the window down and waggled his eyebrows at Les. “So did you enjoy the show?”

Nick made a strangled sound—or maybe he just wanted to strange Josh, which made Josh snicker—and Les echoed it, that stoicism vanishing as a red blush covered every bit of Les’ exposed skin that Josh could see.

“Aw, you’re cute when you turn that shade of stop sign,” Josh told Les. “Now, why were you playing Peeping Tom, you perv.”

Wow, he didn’t know Les could blush more than he’d already been doing. “Take a deep breath, officer, and try to keep from keeling over. Adam would be heartbroken.”

“You’re something else,” Les finally got out.

Josh beamed at him. “Well, yeah, that’s why Nick loves me.”

“I love you, period,” Nick said, proving again that he was a smart man.

“Same goes,” Josh said to him, turning his head away from Les. “You are amazing, honey.”

“As sweet as this all is,” Les interrupted, snapping Josh’s attention back to him. “You can’t pull over at the side of the road and have sex. It’s not smart, either. You know some bigot with a gun could come by—“

“We get it,” Josh interrupted, not even joking. Les wasn’t exaggerating. “We were horny and dumb. It happens, but we won’t let it happen here again.”

“Even though no one else should be on this road,” Nick added. “Because Chance and Rory have the hands all out in the pastures, and there are no visitors scheduled today. I wasn’t careless with Josh, Les. I wouldn’t be.”

Les shook his head. “You don’t know who might get a wild hair or make a wrong turn and come down this way. I’m here, right?”

“You probably have super cop abilities that let you sense when someone else is having way more fun than you’ll get to,” Josh muttered.

Les glowered at him. “What’s that mean?”

Josh canted his head as he studied Les. “Have you ever done anything like have sex out in public?”

Les turned almost purple. “Uh.”

Josh could feel his own eyes bugging. “Oh my God! You did! Oh my God!” He hadn’t expected any such adventures from Les.

Les coughed and rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided looking at Josh. “Well, in light of everything, I’m just going to give you a verbal warning. There’s no—“

“Whoa, this must be a recent adventure on your part,” Josh mused, “And on Adam’s. I’ll have to call him so he can tell me all about you getting down and dirty.”

“Later,” Les squeaked as he took a step back.

“Damn, he embarrasses easy,” Josh noted.

“Sure does.” Nick stole a kiss. “And just so you know, this roadside service isn’t the surprise I have planned for you.”

“It’s not?” Josh asked. “I mean, this was better than great. You don’t have to do anything else.”

Nick looked pretty proud of himself, almost preening. “You deserve a better break than this.”