Josh Hutcherson Shirtless Novels & Stories

“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.

It was a good thing she had come downstairs with Joshua's shirt because she was sure he would look for her without a top. "Oh, no. Wear this shirt! I don't want you walking around shirtless," Clarice said, as she looked to her right and left, making sure no one was looking at Joshua, her husband. Joshua's forehead wrinkled at her attitude, but he grabbed the shirt and put it on. "Hmm, what's going on? Don't you want people to see my body, huh?" Joshua began to tease her, bringing his body closer to Clarice's and putting his hands behind her waist to keep her from falling over as she backed away as he advanced.

Maya and I glanced at each other before pushing back our heads and barking out a loud laughter from the back of my throat. Tristan and Josh made their way down the stairs and I smiled at Tris. Even with sleepy eyes, he looked sumptuous and absolutely handsome. Josh on the other hand was shirtless. His hair was messy, but it didn't tickle my fancy even for a little bit. He had on black shorts and his muscles flexed with every step he took.

He massaged his jaw from the powerful slap. Josh's mouth twitched seeing his brother almost killed him from heart attack. "You deserve that. Wait..is evening already?" He looked at the window and saw it was almost dark. He scratched his head. "Did I sleep that long?" He realised he was still in the outfit he wore to the cinema. "Did you go somewhere?" Daniel asked. Josh normally wore sweatpants and a sweater whenever he was at home. He wore a dark blue denim jeans with a fitted white casual shirt. Showing his taut muscles. He didn't notice the eyes that were staring at him in the cinema.

I grinned and reciprocated the hug with my arms around his shoulders, the both of us still laughing about pushing them down. However, a loud clearing of someone's throat was able to easily interrupt the laugher and the hug that I was still wrapped up in. I pulled away hastily to find the culprit before my eyes landed on a familiar pair of green ones. Josh was stood a little away from the water, dressed casually in one of his usual white shirts, paired with black, ripped jeans and a black denim jacket. I couldn't help but admire his idle yet enticing ambience as his expression displayed anything but.

He stretched his arms in the air, exposing a line of his skin where his tee shirt met his shorts. He gathered his hair in his hands and took off the hair tie he wore on his wrist to tie up his hair in the bun. Once he secured his hair, he pushed his seat back as much as he could and put his feet on the dashboard once again. “What are you….” Bolt didn't know what to make of it. His gaze kept fluctuating betweent he road and Josh for a moment and then his breath hitched. “Josh… no…”. Josh chuckled at him but his hand didn't stop until he opened the buttons of his shorts and pulled them a bit down to expose his bare cock.

Everyone was dancing or drinking, and the air smelled of sweat and alcohol. I was going to die of hypoxia, and no one would even notice. I wiggled my way into the kitchen– which was relatively empty to my surprise– for a glass of water and found Josh leaning against the counter. He was wearing exactly what he had been wearing when I had met him in the afternoon, except that he had ditched his jacket due to the heat. "Hey," he grinned when he saw me. "Hey yourself," I smiled back, filling my glass with water. I made sure to sniff the liquid to make sure that nothing else had been mixed in it.

was unlike anything they had experienced before. Joshua stood in the center of the platform, completely naked, heart hammering with a mix of nerves and arousal. He had never been more exposed or more turned on. Lucian had prepared him thoroughly... a thorough cleaning, light oil on his skin to make it glow under the lights, and a plug keeping him open and ready. The gold medal from his recent competition still hung around his neck, a symbol of how far he had come and how completely he was surrendering tonight.

I pick up my phone and find three missed calls and four unread messages from Ross. I’m about to click on it when I hear a soft knock on my door. “Come in.” I tell Josh and he opens the door and walks inside. Suprisingly, he’s no longer shirtless and in boxer briefs, but is now clad in a purple shirt and grey pants. “I’m heading out.” He informs me. “Not that the news is off any importance to you, but I just felt that you should know that.” “It’s fine.” I assure him. “Where are you headed?”

Marissa Justine was about to drop me off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of us look up. Justin emerged, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts that hung low on his hips, and I swear—my soul flatlined. His lean muscles flexed with each step like he was handcrafted in a lab and then cursed with that careless kind of beauty that didn’t even try. He glanced up and caught me staring, and I had to blink and look away before I publicly embarrassed myself.