Josh Hutcherson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

You don't need to be a size 0 to look beautiful. I bit my lip and scanned his body. Even without trying, he looked hot. He was dressed in a dark blue V-neck that defined his well-maintained chest and light blue low-waist jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair was in a mess and I instantly wanted to run my fingers through them. "Hi." He whispered, his voice throaty. "Should have just worn a bikini." Josh mocked, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. "This covers the stomach."

"His fiancée? She stopped mattering a long time ago. You should've seen his face at the wedding today. Looked like his mom died... Tsk. Pathetic." She laughed under her breath. "But honestly, that's on him. Who told him to be that dumb? I fed him a few sweet lines and he came running like a puppy. Said there was an issue with the proposal, and he ditched his fiancée's dress fitting for me... A guy like that? Practically asking to be played." His hands curled into fists. He shoved the door open. Norah spun around, smile still on her lips—then froze. "S-Skeet..."

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Ice will eat most of it by himself. He had his kutte and boots off leaving him in only a tee-shirt. It amazes me how these guys can go around wearing the bare minimum in this cold. I know they wear hoodies or jackets when they ride. But other than that kuttes, tee-shirts and jeans. And if I’m lucky no tee-shirt. Most may be my brothers and I don’t look at them but the ones that aren’t trust me I look. I’m a healthy woman with eyes that work. I’m going to take in the eye candy whenever I can. Who wouldn’t. Ice and a few prospects are my favorite to look at. Well, until Ethan came along.

His brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and surprise flickering in his eyes. “What… what are you doing?” Josh stammered, his voice tight. He straightened up, his relaxed posture gone. “Are you drunk?” I didn’t answer with words. I let my dress slip from my body, the pink silk pooling at my feet. I stood before him, completely naked, letting the weight of the moment hang heavy between us. Then, deliberately, I turned my back to him, giving him a full view of the tattoo of his face that stretched over my back. I bent slightly, letting him see the tattoo of his full name on both of my ass cheeks.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the cool air kiss my skin. The noise in my head quieted. I forgot about the rules. About pretending. About Josh. Until I heard his voice. “I figured you’d like this view.” I stiffened and turned around, startled. He stood just a few steps behind me, hair damp, shirtless, wearing only sweatpants and a towel slung casually around his neck. My breath hitched. Not because of the sight—though yes, his body looked carved by Greek gods—but because I hadn’t even heard him approach.

I looked down the rows and finally found Josh's skinny ass putting his pants on. He still didn't have a shirt on. He had small muscles, not skin and bones, but nothing to boast about. He had a tattoo on his back I didn't notice before. It was of a crescent moon with a little wolf howling at it. I tapped his shoulder causing him instant irritation. Seems the locker room has him tense. "Fuck man, what now?" He turned, surprised to find me. I punched him straight in the jaw. "Stop starting shit when you don't know shit!" I eyed him harshly. There was now a group of boys surrounding this row. Josh eyed them all furiously before returning my gaze.

Freya passes a evil smile to Joseph. "Alright" Jospeh was taking his position when. "Do in Shirtless" random girl screams "Are you serious girl?? Jospeh asked her shocked. "Yes! Ryan now we all should see something interesting rightttt" "Yes obviously Jospeh sir c'mon" ryan wink Joseph remove his coat and the shirt he was wearing showing off gis biceps. Slowly he remove his shirt. 6 fit tall boy with 6 packs, damn strong biceps, fair complexion.

I want him to be sure that we’re nothing but friends and the only improvement that may happen is being best friends. “Why thanks.” His smile widens as he opens the door of the passenger seat for me. I get in the car and he closes the door then he jumps from the driver’s door. Josh looks so handsome today. His black pants and white shirt are making him stand out. His hair is styled back, and he has a silver watch on his left wrist. I could stare at him for the whole day and I won’t get bored.