setting/connect: kinks welcome - your muse is at a party with Josh’s best friend, a person your muse has either been dating or flirting with for a while. Josh has been not so secretly jealous and with his friend drunk and passed out, he’s hoping something will happen between your muse and him. 

Last party of Spring break before they had to return to class, the frat had taken it upon themselves to throw the party to end all parties. The house was packed, the yard, students had spilled out into the streets at some point and somewhere between his eighth and tenth keg stand, Josh’s best friend had gone down for the count. From across the party he saw his friend’s whatever-they-were completely unattended, and while the good guy in him said he should probably just leave well enough alone, he couldn’t help but want to strike up a conversation. They never talked, not really, and that was on Josh. 

“You having fun?” Josh said as he swaggered over to the man, a red solo cup in either hand from the keg out back. Truthfully, he’d been avoiding the other all night, maybe he came off as standoffish, or like he didn’t like him, but that had never really been his intention. Distance was the key to not flirting with the other in front of his friend, because truthfully Josh wasn’t sure he could help himself. There was a code among bros, and the last thing Josh wanted was to overstep and do something that might have been disrespectful. At least, that was his thought process while he was sober, but now it was after one in the morning, most of the kegs were starting to tap out, and the party was still raging. “C’mon, it’s a party!” Josh yelled over the music, plopping on the couch next to the other and offering him one of his beers. “What are you, pissed that he passed out on you? He does that, trust me. Talks a big game and then he’s always the first one hugging the porcelain throne.”

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Even, languid strides rocked Josh’s hips against Peter’s as the jock’s hand remained closed over the other’s, hand pinned into place as Peter’s back arched with every thrust.  “That’s it Petey-” Josh moaned, sweat falling from his brow as the thick, musky scent of the two boys permeated the space of Josh’s room in the frat. Parker was just some nerd on campus who took a lot of photos, surprisingly toned under his polo shirts Josh had been thinking about the other’s hardbody for days now until he finally got him alone. “take that fucking cock.” 

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This was something of the ultimate payback, Ethan had been so smug - making him wait - refusing to let Josh so much as touch himself in a bid to get him to do his homework. It had worked, but getting Stiles in bed was payback. His ass was tight, and with the other boy’s legs draped over his shoulders, Josh drilled into him. Thrusting his hips back and forth as he smirked down at the other’s flushed cheeks. “You like that Stiles?” Josh asked, he pumped again, burying himself balls deep inside of the other. “Say my name Stiles, moan for me.”

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Groaning around the base of the other’s cock, Josh felt his aching need bounce untouched between his legs as he moved up and down. His back arched, bits of spittle collected at the corner of his mouth as blue eyes looked up at the man. Josh never had much of a gag reflex, and as he buried the other’s cock against the back of his throat he held it there for a moment before pulling back and letting his hand wrap around the base. “You like that?” Josh whispered as he rubbed the cock head against his lips.