kiszkakiss

It was around midnight when Jake had fallen asleep; both of you clad in just your underwear, with you in his arms and mid conversation, no less. It was adorable, though. His breathing evened out more and more, with each sentence becoming less and less coherent. You started asking questions like “do you know how much I love you?” and he would respond with a soft “mhm” or a slight nod of his head. When he finally fully fell asleep, you cuddled up to him with your hand splayed across his chest and you let yourself drift off to the sound of your loves steady heartbeat.

-

Jake’s arm must have fallen asleep during the night because, when you woke up, you weren’t wrapped up in him anymore. You weren’t facing him anymore either but you were sure he was still there because you could hear his soft breathing. Whenever you stayed over, you were always the first one to wake up. Usually, you’d wake him up when you couldn’t lay in bed anymore; you’d claim you were a guest in his house and needed to be entertained. You thought you’d leave him be this time, though; considering how fast he fell asleep the night before. You would have turned around to face him but you didn’t want to jiggle the bed too much and risk waking him. So, you stayed on your side, closed your eyes and willed yourself to get a couple more hours.

You had no idea how long you’d been asleep for when you felt Jake pressed flush against your back. His hands were gentle as he caressed your hips and ground his erection against your ass. You smiled to yourself and your hand automatically went to rest on his, the one that was pulling you in towards him. He must have been half asleep because he apologised when he felt your touch and realised what he was doing. “Don’t be sorry. Keep going.” you insisted, grinding back against him. He sighed deeply and continued his movements; his hand beginning to wander down to your thighs, careful and deliberate. You lifted your knee to grant Jake access to your heat but he moved his hand back the way it came and up to cup your breast. He squeezed gently, leaving warm kisses on your shoulder and neck.

When you turned onto your back, giving him a full view of your chest, he immediately caught your lips in a lazy kiss. Your mouths moved together languidly, neither of you in a rush; just enjoying the feeling of one another. Jake pulled away with a small smile, “Good morning, love.” He spoke with a hint of playfulness. “Pretty sure it’s not morning anymore but… this is good.” You giggled at him sleepily and pulled him back down for more kisses.

Jake manoeuvred himself between your legs, still pressing kisses against your lips, and settling there; hovering with his elbows on either side of your head and grinding his clothed cock against the fabric of your underwear. You pulled away with a gasp as you felt him nudge your clit but he didn’t stop. He kept grinding at that angle and started to trail soft kisses down to your neck, pulling quiet whines and moans out of you. When his lips began to trail lower, you found yourself tangling your fingers in his hair. He kept his face close to your heat and looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. You nodded and he pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them over the side of the bed. You spread your legs for him and he kissed the inside of your thighs, nipping and licking as he went.

The feeling of Jake’s warm, wet tongue against you was unreal. He licked a long stripe from the pool of your wetness to your clit and back; dipping inside. You were struggling to keep still for him, so, he kept a firm grip on your hips, keeping you steady. When he pulled back, his face was shiny with your arousal and you grinned at him with half-lidded eyes. Jake smirked back at you and sucked your clit into his mouth. When he started flicking his tongue, you just about lost it; your head falling back onto the pillows with a groan, hands tugging at his hair and hips trying to buck up, needing more. Jake made direct eye contact as he pushed two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out slowly. “Jake, love, I want you.” You breathed, cupping his face. “Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He tugged his underwear down, off of his legs and threw them on the floor to join yours. Leaning in between your legs, once again, he placed gentle kisses all over your face which made you giggle. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his hard cock; you could feel it pulsing. His need was much more obvious then, he was hiding it well.

You helped line him up with your center and watched his face contort as he pushed inside, filling you up beautifully. Jake buried his face in your neck and started thrusting; slow and steady. You wanted him to speed up but you also didn’t want feeling this good to end; felt like you could explode with love and adoration for this gorgeous man, making you feel like… you couldn’t even describe. With breaths becoming heavier, moans becoming louder and orgasms fast approaching, you wiggled your hand down between your bodies to rub your clit in circular motions as you were closer to finishing. The sheer image of you getting yourself off was enough for Jake to quicken his pace, trying to help you get there but also chasing his own high. When your orgasm shot through you, you let out a long, breathy moan. Your back arched but you tried to keep your eyes open, gazing into your loves. The feeling of you contracting around his cock made Jake thrust harder and then spill his hot release right after you.

Still kneeling between your legs, inside you, Jake gave you the softest kiss. “I love you.” He confessed, still catching his breath. “Jake,” you began, “I love you, too. More than you could know.” “Love, I think I know.”

When the band finally came out for their encore, relief flooded your body. You were worried that might have been it and didn’t want it to end. Once again, the twins were interacting with you; smiling, winking and pointing at you throughout their final songs. Y/F/N was almost rolling their eyes, although they were a fan too. Probably just jealous that you were getting most of the attention. They were kind of possessive over you, despite the two of you not being in a romantic relationship for a couple of years now, and receiving flirtatious attention from other people… that really pissed them off.

Josh said his thank you’s and goodnight’s and the band left the stage, waving as they went. That was it this time. A sadness settled in your heart and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were still squished up against the barricade waiting for everyone else to leave. “Excuse me?” The deep voice made you look up. A tall man dressed in all black, casual attire stood in front of you. “The band wants to know if you’d be interested in coming backstage.” Your eyes widened, “Of course, I mean- I’d be very interested-“ Taking a deep breath, you managed to stutter your final response. “Yes, I’d love to!” The man smiled at your eagerness and nodded towards one of the security guys to lift you up and over the barricade. Once you had made it to the other side, you remembered. “Wait!” This caused the man to stop in his tracks and turn back around to you. “Can my friend come with me? We came together, I don’t want to leave them.” He thought about it for a second. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure they won’t mind.” That same security guy helped YFN over the barricade and you followed the man through a door that wasn’t visible from out in the standing area. Both of you were led through a dark corridor which was narrow and dingy; this venue wasn’t the best. You were actually surprised that they were staying long enough to meet fans, and backstage of all places. When you reached a door with a piece of paper taped to it that read “Greta Van Fleet”, the realisation of what was about to happen hit you like a truck. There was no time to freak out before the door opened and Josh Kiszka was standing right in front of you, welcoming you inside.

-

The dressing room was small but there was enough room for a couch and some acoustic guitars they must have been jamming on before the show. An assortment of food and drink was spread out on the vanity table and there was a bathroom tucked away around a small corner. You were admiring the lights that lined the mirrors when Josh came up to you and handed you a full champagne flute. You thanked him and clinked your glasses together. “To showbiz!” He announced. You laughed and looked to the other boys who shot Josh confused looks. “Guys, the lights.” Nothing. “Like in showbiz?” Still nothing. “Ugh, it doesn’t matter.” He paused for a moment. “Oh! Okay, to Y/N!” They all cheered at that, raising their champagne and beer bottles in the air before taking sips, your best friend included. Y/F/N was a musician too and quickly got talking to Jake, Sam and Danny about their gear. It was nice to see them revelling in the attention and really genuinely making friends with the boys. Josh, on the other hand, was more interested in you. Why? You had no idea. Other than also being a singer, you didn’t think you had that much in common. He was attractive, though. There was no way you could deny that.

The rest of the guys and Y/F/N took up the couch space, starting to get into an impromptu jam session, strumming away on their guitars. Josh was humming and vocalising along, standing by you while you were perched on the arm of the couch. You watched as he closed his eyes, just following the chord progression. His eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes and his lips looked smooth and soft as he pursed them together, occasionally swiping his tongue across them. Your eyes moved down towards his body. He was still wearing his show outfit: the white jumpsuit with golden embroidery. It was gorgeous up close and also slightly more transparent… like, you could see everything. When you realised just how see-through and tight this outfit was, you let out a soft gasp, quickly averting your gaze. “You okay?” Shoot. Josh noticed. He wasn’t supposed to notice. The guys continued playing in the background. “Yeah, I’m fine. Great, actually. This is so fun.” You were willing the redness in your cheeks to go away but it was fairly warm in the cramped space. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.” Josh said, really looking at you this time, you could feel his eyes wandering all over your face. “Why did you ask me back here?” You had to know. “You seemed cool. Fun to hang out with.” He shrugged. “And I can confirm, you’re really cool.” “No one has ever called me cool before.” You were fully blushing now, no hiding it and unable to look him in the eye. He held his hand out to you and you almost went to shake it when you realised he was offering to help you up. You took his hand, his skin feeling as soft as it looked.

Josh guided you to the other side of the room. “Just thought it would be easier to talk here. I know there’s not much space and it’s still noisy but…” Josh trailed off, leaning against the wall. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to even be here.” You gushed and then tried to reel it in a little. “I mean, I didn’t think I’d be making new friends today, with you guys of all people.” “I did the second I saw you.” “Oh, really? A little presumptuous but okay.” You raised your eyebrow but giggled at his confession anyway. “Sorry, I don’t want to scare you off or anything. Just being honest.” “I like honesty. It’s the best policy, you know.” Josh chuckled at that and leaned into you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “How’s this for honesty? I find you insanely attractive.” he spoke softly. “What?” You were kind of taken aback, trying to wrap your head around what was happening. You glanced over to Y/F/N and the other guys, feeling like they could hear this entirely unexpected conversation. “Seriously, Y/N. Why did you think I asked if you two were together? I needed to know if you were available.” “Don’t get me wrong, Josh. I’m so attracted to you too but…” “But…?” “But I don’t know… I mean, what do you want out of this?” “Well—“ Josh started but you interrupted. “I also don’t want you to think that I do this thing often because I do not. I’m here for the music, I would have gone home after the gig if you hadn’t asked me back here. I just needed to clarify that before we go any further.” “I’m glad you didn’t. I’m glad you agreed to meet me. Or us. Whatever.” Josh was stuttering, realising that he was too forward and not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “Look, I really like you. If you want to be friends, that’s cool too. I just want to know you.” Your head was spinning. The music playing and Josh’s voice melding together along with a ringing in your ears. “Sorry, I’m feeling super overwhelmed right now, can I…?” You pointed towards the bathroom and Josh nodded and let you have some space.

-

The bathroom wasn’t as warm as the dressing room; you could feel yourself cooling down almost immediately. You splashed some water on your face before staring at yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t even thought about what you looked like: baby hairs sticking to your forehead with sweat from actually being at the show, clothes pretty casual because you decided to wear what was comfortable. Did Josh really want to know you? Or did he just want to get laid?

There was a knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts. “Come in.” You called and the door opened, revealing a sorry-looking Josh. You didn’t turn around, just looked at him behind you, through the mirror. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He apologised as he let the door click shut behind him, muffling the music being played in the dressing room. “Don’t be. It wasn’t you. Just a lot of things happening all at once; sensory overload.” You explained and let out a weak laugh. “Feeling a bit better now, though.” Josh made his way closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. “Can I make you feel even better?” He kept his voice low and it sounded like velvet, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and nodded, gazing at the irresistible rockstar as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “You smell so good.” “I smell like sweat.” You laughed again. “You smell like you. I like it.” He sounded sincere as he started to place wet kisses on your skin, hands wandering to your hips and squeezing. Your breathing hitched and you let Josh do his thing, just enjoying feeling him close to you. When he nipped at the skin below your ear, you let out a moan and felt him squeeze your hips harder. He spun you around to face him and you just went with your instincts.

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him down into a searing kiss. Any caution you had before went out the window and you just wanted to feel all of him. When his tongue swiped your lip, you welcomed him in and ran your fingers through his curly hair, tugging at it. This made him moan quietly into your mouth and he moved his hands from your hips to your ass; squeezing some more as you caressed his torso. Your hand ran over the zipper of his jumpsuit and you stopped the kiss to look him in his eyes; silently asking if you could unzip it. Josh nodded eagerly and you wasted no time, pulling it down and pushing the top half of the jumpsuit off of his shoulders, revealing his toned torso. Josh caught your lips in another kiss while his hands wandered under your t-shirt. He hadn’t suggested or asked anything but you nodded and let out a muffled “mhm” against his lips when he brushed his hands over the back of your bra. He unclasped it with ease and moved away to help remove the clothes from your body, leaving them forgotten on the floor. “Fuck.” Josh breathed when he saw your naked chest. “Touch me. Please, Josh?” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck as his hands squeezed your breasts, occasionally twisting and pulling at your nipples. His touch alone sent arousal straight to your heat. You bit down on your lip when Josh kissed down your sternum and all over your breasts. When he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, you gripped onto his hair. Your grip tightened when he moved to the other one, it feeling more sensitive, causing you to whimper. Josh pressed his lips to your chest, up to your neck, jaw, then your mouth; capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He was grinding into your thigh and you could feel him hardening. You couldn’t resist and rested your hand on top of his bulge. He stopped kissing you and moaned at your touch, dropping his head on your shoulder. You took that as a cue and kissed down his chest, slowly getting down on your knees in front of him. His fingers tangled in your hair as he watched you pull the rest of his jumpsuit down his thighs, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. You gasped when his cock sprang out of the confines of the fabric. “Hey, I’m supposed to be making you feel better.” Josh cupped your face, his pupils blown wide and a playful smile threatening to spread across his face. “This is making me feel better.” You replied, running your hands from his thighs, up to his nipples and back down again, just admiring him. His dick was stiff and girthy; the head pink and glistening with precum already. Your mouth was watering at the thought of tasting him.

Josh bucked into your hand before you could even stroke him properly. When you started stroking —slow and steady— he let his head fall back and groaned when you placed a kiss to the underside of his cock. You kitten licked there a few times before taking the head into your mouth; sucking and swirling your tongue while cradling his balls in your other hand and listening as his breathing became more erratic. You pulled your mouth off of the tip with a loud pop and covered your mouth as if that would stifle the sound. Josh shushed you but he was chuckling and shaking his head, his eyes dark but full of sparkle and joy. When you took all of him into your mouth, his grip on your hair tightened and you enjoyed him holding you and controlling the pace, thrusting gently into your mouth. He pulled you off of him by your hair and took your hands in his own to help you get up. “That felt so good, baby.” He whispered against your lips, caressing your body as he spoke. “Didn’t wanna cum yet.” You smiled and giggled as he spun you around again to face the sink, watching him in the mirror. You noticed his chest heaving up and down, face flushed and lips swollen; matching you. Josh wrapped his arms around your waist, pressed more kisses to your neck and began playing with your nipples, working you back up again.

He fiddled with the button and zipper of your jeans and pulled them down, along with your underwear; letting them settle around your knees. You gripped the sink counter and spread your legs as far as you could, allowing Josh all the access he needed. With one hand wrapped across your stomach, his hard-on pressed against your ass, Josh’s other hand wandered to your thighs, purposely avoiding your center. “Please.” You whimpered, unable to be more specific but Josh knew what you needed. He slid his index finger through your folds, coating it in your arousal. “Is this all for me? You’re so wet for me?” All you could do was nod and moan as quietly as possible. Then, he added his middle finger, slicking it up as well and then focusing on your clit. The pressure was soft as he slid his fingers over your clit in small circles. You reached behind you to grab the back of his neck and pulled him down into a desperate kiss, despite the awkward angle. Grinding your ass back into his pelvis, you felt his fingers start to slide inside you. The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your heat. You could feel your orgasm building already. “Oh, my god.” you breathed as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, over and over, faster and faster until your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and your toes curl. His fingers stilled as you pulsed around him and tried to catch your breath.

A short moment went by as Josh gave you time to come down. He used his arousal drenched hand to stroke himself. “Fuck me. Please.” You were practically begging, bent over the sink, presenting yourself to him. Despite being exhausted and oversensitive from your orgasm, you needed to feel all of him inside you. He gave himself one more tug and lined himself up with your heat. As he started to push inside, you gripped the counter tighter - the sensation of him filling you up almost made your eyes roll back. Once he was buried inside to the hilt, he stayed there, allowing you to adjust to his size; the stretch was absolutely delicious. When you couldn’t wait anymore, you moved forward, letting his cock slip out a little and pushing yourself back onto him. “So tight.” Josh seemed breathless and lost for words. He was holding onto your hips and watching himself slip in and out of you, thrusting slowly, savouring the sensation of you around him. “Fuck. Faster." You demanded. He couldn’t say no to that. His pace quickened and you both couldn’t hold in your moans, breathing louder and more erratic. “Oh, god. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You breathed, so close to your second orgasm. Josh could feel you getting tighter around him and reached down to massage your clit in quick motions, from side to side, while increasing his speed and fucking you harder. “It’s okay, love. Cum for me.” It was all you could do to squeeze your eyes shut and let Josh pull your orgasm out of you. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. Only a few more thrusts and he came inside you with a low groan.

“Shit.” You whispered. “I think we were loud.” The music had stopped... when did they stop playing? Josh was still inside you, catching his breath, when there was a knock at the door. “Hey, Y/N, we need to get going.” It was Y/F/N. Josh swiftly pulled out of you and tucked himself back into his jumpsuit, pulling it back over his shoulders and zipping it up. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh but you grabbed your bra and t-shirt, hastily putting them back on. “Yeah! Sorry, we were just…” Josh looked to you, panic in his eyes, “…having a heart to heart?” The question on the end was not helping as you cleaned yourself up as best as you could and pulled your jeans back up. “Oh... I thought Y/N was in here.” They said, confused; obviously oblivious to Josh leaving the dressing room after you. “I am, I’m in here! I’ll be two seconds.” You called out to them. They didn’t respond. You might have fucked up.

As you were fixing your hair in the mirror and willing yourself to look less fucked-out, Josh let out a sigh. “I have to say, that was incredible.” He said, a mix of lust and genuine fondness of you in his voice. You just winked at him. “It was. We need to do that again sometime.”

The next thing you knew, you were crying in the corner of your bedroom, knees curled up to your chest. “I’m so sorry, Danny.” You sobbed into your phone, “I was so close. I’m all dressed up and ready to go but I just can’t do it, I can’t—” Danny spoke softly, “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The disappointment was evident in his voice and you could picture his face falling when you told him. You sobbed again, “That’s the problem! I do want to!” Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to control your shaking hands. You heard him sigh and shush you gently. “I’m just happy you even considered coming to see me- uh… us play. There’s always next time. Please just take some time, calm down… make yourself some tea and get all comfy. Put some music or a movie on.” “Okay.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You sniffed, “I’m sorry, again.” “Don’t be. I just want you to feel safe.”

After Danny hung up to get ready for the gig, your anxiety subsided a little as you accepted that you were staying home that evening. Although, guilt was slowly taking its place. You’d had plenty of time to prepare. He had given you more than enough notice because he knew you needed time to process and prepare yourself mentally for events like this. This sort of thing happened too much and you’d lost too many friends because of it; a lot of them just got fed up of you cancelling plans constantly. You were a flake, completely undependable — your anxiety was triggered by the littlest things: plans changing, new people and unfamiliar places, for example. You missed out on so many experiences that you probably would have enjoyed if you weren’t absolutely sick to your stomach with nerves. And, of course, the main visible symptom of your anxiety attacks was crying. People assumed you were being dramatic or seeking attention and that just wasn’t the case.

Danny didn’t fully understand right away but the more time you spent together, the more he got to know what your triggers were and how to help you calm down. There were many nights where he held you tight, rocking you as you weeped into his chest while attempting to manage your breathing. He had driven half way to parties, and such, with you and turned around to take you back home more times than you could count. There was too much time to think. As much as he tried to distract you and keep your mind from wandering to any potential bad things that could happen, your brain jumped straight to the worse case scenario and you couldn’t let it go until you were safe in your own apartment. You felt like such a burden and you told Danny this but he hushed you, held you until you eventually calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

-

It was happening this time. Tears began to sting your eyes as you squeezed Danny’s hand tighter than ever. At least you had made it to the taxi this time. That was an achievement in itself. You could feel the painful tension radiating from your shoulders, to your neck and then your head as the vehicle bumped around on the road, on the way to the Greta Van Fleet show. “I’m scared.” You whispered. “I know, love. I’m right here.” Danny’s words were reassuring but then… “What do I do when you can’t be with me? Like, when you’re on stage?” “You’ll be side stage, you’ll see me. I’ll still be right there.” “But…” you started, “I can’t exactly run on stage and drag you off when I need you, Danny.” “Of course not but you’ll be too busy having a good time to need me.” He flashed his bright smile at you as he ran his thumb over your cheek before tucking your hair behind your ear. “You look fantastic, by the way.” You sighed at that, flattered. “Okay. Maybe you’re right. I just need to get there. I’ll be fine once we’re there.”

Your legs felt wobbly when you stepped out of the taxi and Danny was quick to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you steady. You’d arrived super early, so, the venue was quiet and you felt so grateful you got to be with the band. The other guys were already there, hanging out backstage, in their dressing room.

Danny followed you into the room and Jake caught your eye in the mirror as he was fixing his hair. “Y/n is here!” he yelled to get the other guys attention. Sam and Josh whipped their heads around, then, before you could blink, you were bombarded with cuddles and words of encouragement from the Kiszka brothers. Danny joined in and it turned into a big group hug. You’d normally feel uncomfortable with this much physical contact at once but you’d never felt more loved and supported. You welcomed their utter acceptance and joy that you were finally going to see them perform. It really was a long time coming.

Danny stood with you while they waited to be called to the stage. You were almost vibrating but it felt more like excitement than anxiety. That was a first. “How are you feeling?” There was a pause as you gazed at Danny’s bare chest which was partly covered by a beautiful black vest, adorned with intricate gold embroidery. You managed to snap out of it, hoping he didn’t notice you gawking at him. “Hm? Good! I’m feeling good. Can you believe it?” “I can. I knew you could do it. This is a huge deal, I’m so proud of you.” Danny pulled you into a hug, lifting you off of the floor and twirling you around. As he set you back down, your faces were inches from one another, your noses almost touching.

When your feet touched back down, you looked up at him. His hands were still around your waist and you felt your hands travel from his chest, settling around his neck. Danny started to lean in and, for a split second, you thought about pulling away; pretending nothing happened. There was no time to think and you found yourself leaning in too, until your foreheads were pressed together. “You smell really good.” You spoke quietly, nerves spiking a little. “Thanks.” Danny breathed. “You do too. You look incredible.” He pulled away slightly to get a better look at your face, his gaze lingering on your mouth. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed a chaste kiss to Danny’s lips. There was a moment of surprise —he didn’t expect you to initiate it— but his lips found yours again within seconds. Whistles and cheers from the Kiszka’s sounded throughout the room; you had forgotten that you weren’t alone. “Finally!” Sam sighed. You pulled away from Danny, feeling your cheeks heat up instantly, but you didn’t have time to feel embarrassed because they were being called to the stage.

The show was amazing. You watched Danny in awe as he was drenched in sweat; his biceps bulged with the sheer force he was hitting the kit but you saw him smiling several times, his concentration breaking a little every time he caught your eye. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him afterwards.

This wasn’t the end. You weren’t magically cured, as much as you wished that were the case. You knew there would be plenty of tough times ahead but you had Danny to help you through them. For the moment, though, you were content.

Josh pulled his beanie over his head, zipped up his black puffer jacket and counted to three before he opened the door and stepped outside, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. The frigid air hit you instantly and you watched your boyfriend running on the spot, trying to warm up while he waited for you to do the same. What a dork. you thought, giggling to yourself. When you finally hopped out of the car, you felt your face numb almost immediately. “Remind me, again, why we’re doing this?” You shouted over the crashing waves; your breath visible as you spoke, walking around to Josh. The wind whipped right through you, causing you to hold on to your hat. “Beach! Race you!” Before you could respond, Josh ran towards the stairs that led down to the sand. You chased after him, still keeping a hand atop your head, not wanting to lose your beanie. When you reached the sand, just after Josh, it crunched underneath your shoes and you could feel your body start to warm up within your layers of clothes. It was harder to keep up with him after that and you gave up, strolling towards him when he stopped near the water and turned to you; his hand out waiting for you to grab it. Once you had caught up and intertwined your fingers with his, he placed a quick peck to your red nose and you began to walk the length of the shore together, swinging your arms as you went.

After a short while, the waves quietened down a little and the wind wasn’t threatening to steal the only thing you had to keep your head warm. Seagulls flew overhead and you could hear them squawking away at each other. “This is nice.” you breathed, letting go of your boyfriends hand to wrap your arm around his waist; trying to soak up as much body heat as possible. Josh draped his arm around your shoulders and pressed a gentle kiss to your head. “I have an idea.” He said with a mischievous grin. “Whatever it is, I don’t wanna know. I know you, Joshua Kiszka!” You couldn’t help but smile back at him, although you were a little apprehensive. Josh dug around in his backpack and pulled out his camera. “Do you think I could film you a little?” You were taken aback by the question. “Me? Why would you want to do that?” “Because you’re beautiful, y/n. I’ve never seen anyone so fucking…” he paused for a moment, gazing at you affectionately, “…exquisite. I want to capture these moments forever.” Your thoughts started to argue with him but you tried not to let it show — you were thankful that he really believed these things about you and you wished you could too. “Okay… what do you need me to do?” You asked hesitantly, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Just be you, my love.” His smile was bright and then you found yourself embracing him. No-one had ever completely accepted you the way you were, flaws and all, and Josh continued to do this ever since you met him in that movie theatre. “I love you.” you whispered by his ear. The confession was uncontrollable, just tumbled out of your mouth. You felt him squeeze tighter and chuckle. “I love you too, darling.”

Josh had stepped a little ways away and you stayed where you were, closer to the sea. The wind was starting to pick up again, causing your hair to whip around your face despite being partly contained in your hat. You watched as he fiddled with the camera settings while you took in the sounds around you, trying to loosen up a little. “Ready?” Josh called out and you nodded. “Action!” You simply moved in ways that felt natural; you could have let your awkwardness take over and pose, bringing out the peace sign or whatever but you just let yourself be. At first you simply held your arms out, letting the cold wind cut through you, and then you started to sway and twirl around; just focusing on what you were feeling and hearing. When you started to skip along the sand, Josh followed you. He kept catching your eye and you’d never smiled so hard, the muscles in your cheeks beginning to ache. “How was that?” You asked as you waded through the sand, towards Josh. The camera beeped and he looked at the screen. “Perfect.” He responded softly. “Stop.” You giggled, breathless, the cold air starting to get to your lungs. “Let’s look at it in the car.”

You instantly felt warmer when you slammed the car door shut and switched the heating on. Josh switched his camera back on and shuffled through the different videos to get to the latest one, pressing play. You watched your figure come in and out of focus as Josh zoomed in on you. He’d settled on your face for a while, your nose and cheeks rosy from the cold, and then zoomed back out to capture your body movements. You could hear his little breaths and chuckles behind the camera as he admired you. “Absolutely ethereal.” he commented, completely sincere. You weren’t watching the video anymore, just marvelling at your love, watching you.

Dating Josh was like a dream; it was almost too good to be true. You’d finally found your person.