#bottom!josh

So he does the little things; makes sure the coffee's on when Daniel wakes up, doesn't let him make his own (he's still struggling a bit with the new machine Josh has depite his recent 'training'), leaves him little post it notes around the place and in his pockets to randomly find. He's most proud of the one he hid in the porridge oats. He gave Daniel keys to his home, not that he'll need them but just to show he's welcome to any time. He make sure Daniel's always warm.

The latest thing he's done is buy some bobbles. Dual purpose, because he know Daniel still wants to practice braiding, and Josh loves the hands in his hair. He gets little pink ones, sparkly, and leaves them on the kitchen counter next to the note saying the flask has coffee in for when Daniel wakes up. He's gone to get some ingredients for breakfast.

Daniel wanders through, rubbing sleep from his eyes and as he grabs the flask he sees the note and smiles. He finds the little packet stuffed with glittery bobbles and his hand hovers over it. How is Josh this thoughtful? Coffee forgotten after the first few gulps, he takes his gift and heads to the bathroom. Grabbing some sections of his hair at the front, he tries to start a braid. It's difficult in the mirror, looking at himself and trying to untangle his curls. It feels like he's braiding backwards. He gets four done before he hears keys in the door and starts trying to pull them out and undo the braids. Josh finds him in there, two and half braids left, bent over the counter to get coser to the mirror. He stands in the doorway, one arm leaning on the frame as he smirks at the scene in front of him.

Daniel looks at him in the mirror, "don't," he says, a little blush, "I was trying to take them out."

"I see that," Josh says, crossing the room to stand up against Daniel's back, head on his shoulder, hands resting on Daniel's hips. "They're not that bad. Maybe not your best look."

Daniel laughs, "whatever. Thank you for getting them."

Kissing Daniel's cheek, Josh gives his hips a squeeze and drawls a "yes m'am," that makes Daniel's stomach flutter.

*****

In the evening, Daniel's watching Friday Night Lights for the millionth time. Josh grabs a hairbrush, the bobbles, and puts a pillow on the floor at Daniel's feet. He sits on the pillow, legs crossed and leaning back against his knees, gently dropping the brush and bobbles in Daniel's lap. It's maybe 30 seconds before Daniel's gently brushing Josh's hair, starting at the ends, knuckles brushing Josh's neck as he gets the longest parts smooth. "Thanks for being my guinea pig,"

Josh smiles, a little snort of air as he does. He's pretty sure Daniel's worked out he just wanted to be doted on but it's sweet he's making out otherwise. His shoulders relax, eyes closed, just concentrating on the feeling of Daniel's fingers filtering through his hair, pausing every now and then to rub circles on his scalp. Josh tips his head back into the space between Daniel's legs to just look up at him. "Nice?" Daniel asks, hands moving to settle around his neck. Josh hums and nods, a slow blink. Daniel leans down to lay a kiss on his forehead, "good," thumbs brushing his prickly three day old stubble. "S'nice to do something for you, you're always doing stuff for me."

Josh sits back up and Daniel continues finger brushing through the front of his hair, pulling a large section back and leaning round to look, "that's hot, that's definitely the look," before giving up on the braiding and settling back into the head massage. A few minutes pass and Josh reaches up to Daniel's wrists, stilling them. He brings them down to his chest and leans back again, Daniel coming down to meet him with a kiss, "just like Spiderman," Daniel laughs between kisses.

Josh keeps him just there, inches away, "Danny?"

"Mm?"

Josh can feel his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. "Can I ask you for something?"

"Anything," Daniel smiles. Josh is tempted to ask him to stay forever but he doesn't. He's painfully aware that even 'anything' has limits.

"I wanna try... I want," the words stick in his throat, it was easier in the dark when Daniel wasn't looking straight at him, all mesmerising doe eyes and soft lips. Daniel waits, blinking inquisitively. "I wanna know what it's like, to be y'know... shit. I wanna bottom. Would you do that for me?"

Daniel takes a second, sits back and kicks his lips as Josh turns around to look up at him. "Seriously? Fuck, yes. I want that." He slides down onto his knees on the floor, taking Josh's hands in his own. "You really want to?"

Josh shrugs, "yeah, I never have so..."

Daniel pushes his palm roughly over his sweats, half hard at the very thought of it. He presses Josh onto his back, hands on his chest and straddling his waist. "I'm gonna look after you so good, I promise."

*******

"Is it weird I'm kinda nervous?" Josh asks, as Daniel's on his knees at the foot of the bed, hollowed cheeks dribbling saliva down his balls.

Daniel looks up, plump lips parted to a devilish grin, "huh?"

"I think I'm nervous," Josh draws a hand down his face like he can push the feeling out.

Daniel stands, dick swaying, says, "then don't think, that's what I'm here for. To take care of you." Josh's cheeks cupped in both hands as they kiss, chaste, short and sweet as Daniel presses a hand to his chest, "move up there," he nods to the head of the bed. Daniel trails his hands down along Josh's body as he moves further from him, over his hips, his thighs, his scraped knee, avoiding the inevitable bruises that come with his job.

Josh hovers a hand over his dick once settled, "can I?"

"No, wait," Daniel crawls up, hitches Josh's knees up over his shoulders, heavy, slightly sweaty in anticipation. He does as he's told, hands at his sides. This is Daniel's rodeo. Josh can only watch as Daniel moves from clear view, just the top of his curls visible, then there's tongue on his balls, dragging heavily across them and he closes his eyes and concentrates on the feeling. "Now sweetheart," Daniel mumbles. Josh starts stroking himself, a hard squeeze to take the edge off, and Daniel licks over his knuckles before trailing back down past his balls, over the little slither of skin beneath. Josh shudders, feeling warm breath against his hole, then tongue.

It's a weird sensation, he's never had anyone down there and he's glad it's Daniel for his first time. "That's... different," he half laughs, and then feels it deeper, tongue gently pressing inside the smallest amount. A breathy "oh," escapes him.

Daniel moves his tongue roughly back up over Josh's balls and the tight fist around his cock, lapping the precum that's leaked onto his stomach already. He looks to Josh, "you good?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm good."

Daniel takes Josh into his mouth, and Josh moves his hand away, one finger at a time as Daniel moves lower, sucking slow and teasingly, running his tongue all over as he does so, feeling every twitch of his cock and humming low around it. Josh's hands are in his hair, holding him steady while trying to keep his hips still. Daniel comes up for a breath, spit shiny lips, "you can move," he assures, "just don't come yet."

"Shit, ok," Josh breathes heavy as Daniel goes down again, and he fucks up into the warmth of his mouth as much as he dare, the feeling of Daniel swallowing thickly around him becoming overwhelming all too quickly. His hold on Daniel's curls tightens and he pulls, tries to shove his hips down into the mattress to move away, words not coming out right.

"Ok wow, ouch," Daniel lifts his head and untangles Josh's fingers from him, "you close?"

Josh swallows, mouth dry, "yeah sorry, I panicked."

"S'ok," Daniel moves up Josh body with kisses, the softness of his stomach, loving on every inch of him until reaching his lips. "You taste so good," he says lazily, licking his way into Josh's mouth, grinding down against him as Josh keeps his thighs spread and lifted, his large hands rounding Daniel's ass to keep them pressed together. "Gonna start like this," Daniel whispers against his cheek, "fuck you real deep," he licks a stripe down Josh's neck.

Josh's hands move to Dniel's shoulders and he urges him down, "please."

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." Daniel sits back between Josh's thighs, coats his fingers with lube and runs one around Josh's hole, pressing lightly, checking Josh's expression to make sure he's ok. "Josh, you need to breathe babe, deep and slow," Daniel reminds him, entering him slowly, massaging his balls with his other hand. Josh stiffens for a moment but relaxes as Daniel continues, swirling his finger in circles and moving in and out gently. Once his breathing is steady Daniel tries for a second, crooking his fingers to find Josh's prostate as he works him open.

Josh whines, a sound Daniel's never heard from him before and he knows he's found it and smirks, pleased with himself, continues to rub gently. "That's good, that's so good," Josh says quickly in one hurried breath, "feels like, like I might pee though," he wriggles, pushes down against Daniel's hand.

"Fuck that's ok, if you do, it's ok," his dick twitches at the thought, dragging across the sheets. "I'd kinda be into that," he can feels he's definitely blushing hard at the admission. "Is that weird?"

Josh half laughs, tensing around Daniel, "I don't think I'm in a position to judge right now. Danny, I want more. Need more." Daniel moves his fingers in wide circles to make sure he's ready, just a little extra teasing of his prostate. Josh licks his lips, impatient, picks up the lube and tosses it closer, "please."

Removing his fingers gently, Daniel smothers his dick in lube as he pushes up close, uses his forearm to hold Josh's legs up and spread. He presses the head of his dick against Josh's hole, a little resistance, Josh biting his bottom lip in anticipation. "Touch yourself", he tells him, waiting for Josh to wrap a hand around his cock before slowly pushing in, just the head. He can't help the groan that leaves his throat, the tightness overwhelming. Josh breathes a little faster, spits in his palm and spreads it with his leaking precum. Daniel pulls back just the tiniest amount, then presses fully in, stops when his happy trail is up against Josh's.

He takes hold of Josh's bent legs, between where his hips are meeting his thighs and grips, long fingers spread, pulling Josh tight to him. He starts thrusting back and forth, dirty wet slapping sounds echoing in the room. "God you feel so good, wanna stay here all fuckin' night," Daniel says, unsteady voice, snapping hips.

Josh moans, eyes wide, jaw slack, lifts his ankles over Daniel's shoulders. He wants more, he wants everything. He pulls Daniel deeper, "fuck don't stop, don't stop Danny, I'm gonna come so hard."

"Shh shh, not yet," Daniel moves Josh's ankles from his shoulders and lifts his ass a little, bending down to kiss Josh hard, nip at his jaw as he ruts against him a little slower, deeper, with more purpose. "Will you get on your knees for me first?"

Josh replies egerly, "anything you want."

Daniel pulls out slowly and sits back, waits for Josh as he turns and gets on all fours. "Elbows," Daniel instructs, running a hand down his back, "lean down." Josh does as he told and Daniel lines himself up with his hole, pressing in as Josh moans for it. It's different from this angle, so much of Josh to touch, his ass round and soft, his broad back glistening with sweat. Daniel reaches for his shoulders, using them to pull himself deep as he starts to move. "Push back, yeah, like that, fuck, Josh." He spots the braids he made at bottom of Josh's hair, long forgotten about in the moment and grabs one, tugging it. Josh let's his head pull back and Daniel curls his long fingers around his throat, gentle pressure on his adams apple, feeling it move under his touch. He pulls harder on the thick braids, Josh hissing but not asking him to stop. "You like that?"

"Yeah," Josh exhales, "yeah i like it."

Daniel knows he can't hold on much longer, he wants to come so bad it hurts, but he wants to make Josh come first, wants to feel it, to watch his blissful face when he does. He wonders if he'll make the same face as he comes getting fucked as he does when he's the one doing the fucking.

He moves them back around, entering Josh with less haste this time, not pausing before he gets going, hot and hurried.

They're sweaty, excited, panting and cursing in tandem. Josh's soft 'uh's are like electric prickling Daniel's skin, the beautiful sounds he only imagined he'd cause. He reaches between them to wrap his hand around Josh's hard, leaking length and moves with his thrusts, picking up pace rapidly. "Come for me," he says, deep and commanding, kisses to Josh's cheek, his chest, a new part of him each few achingly hard thrusts.

Josh is just a mess of 'yeah's and 'fuck's as he comes, clutching at Daniel's chest, his waist, moving to tangle in his hair. Daniel fucks him through it, Josh tightening around him, "I'm gonna pull out," Daniel starts, but stops when Josh protests, hips jerking hard as he spills inside him, heavy grunts hanging in the air.