Josh Hutcherson Shirtless Novels & Stories

Josh stood near the others. He was a bit of an interesting one with his preference for shaving his head completely bald even in wintertime. He was a good fighter though, with a wide chest and big barrel arms. Of course, whenever he opened his mouth, you could pretty much bet that whatever was about to come out was a tall tale; and good luck getting him to stop once he got going. He now stood pensively staring at the ground, silent for once.

"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.

I said to him, glancing over my shoulder and watching the dance floor, swamped with sweaty and tipsy bodies. “Is it for you?” he asked and I dropped my face in my hands and groaned. Snapping my head to tell him off, I fell short of breath, noticing the way the array of light hit his face. I had to admit (probably again), Josh was good-looking. Unlike Maddox’s business suits, a black polo t-shirt hugged his frame, honey-brown hair going well with the dark brown shade of his piercing eyes. With his elbow propped on the countertop and a tumbler in his hand, he had angled his body slightly towards me and mostly towards the mess on the dance floor.

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.

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.

“But I’m thinking we test the structural integrity of the headboard first.” They didn’t bother getting fully dressed. Josh threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, not bothering with underwear. Maya pulled on her leggings and a loose tank top, her damp skin making the fabric cling. They left the gym through a back service entrance Josh had access to, the cool night air a shock on their heated skin.