Wait to start the song and watch for smut warnings. I just want to clarify before the onslaught of angry Joshler shippers start spewing sewage out of their mouths that the reason there is smut in this book and not Lividity is because Josh and Ashley are both at the age of consent in Alabama and most of their relationship is rooted in smut. I didn't want to write someone as young as Tyler having sex in Lividity, and smut wasn't necessary for his relationship with Josh to be portrayed.

Josh wasn't sure why he wasn't just leaving. There was no one in Ashley's house, she was calm enough to watch a horror movie about home invasions, and he wanted to get up early and go fishing. Still, here he was sitting next to Ashley, her head on his shoulder while Ghostface crushed the slutty blonde girl in the garage door on the TV.

He glanced at Ashley, who was pressed against him calmly as if he hadn't been blackmailing her for weeks. In fact, her fingertips were unconsciously tracing the scars on his knuckles. He switched his focus back over to the gore on the screen with little difficulty.

"Holy shit," Ashley said quietly as the blonde girl's smashed body dangled limply from the cat door within the garage door. She looked at Josh, the tears on her cheeks all dried up. "Is it bad that I'm glad she died?"

"She's fucking annoying," Josh replied simply, keeping his eyes on the screen. "No one ever misses girls like her when they die. They just pretend to."

"That's morbid," Ashley commented, shifting to rest her bruised legs across his lap.

He was tempted to push them off, but he left them. They were soft, just like the rest of Ashley. She wasn't the same girl who used to call him to remove lizards from her bedroom or who asked him to be her first kiss because she trusted him. She was older. She was less interesting on the inside, but a million times more fun on the outside.

Josh didn't reply to her, taking his hat off and tossing it on the coffee table. He ran his fingers through his curls briefly, not really caring if his hat had messed them up or not. Ashley didn't ignore his hair though. The second his fingers left his hair, hers were in it. She didn't seem to think much of it as she twisted his hair around her fingers and combed them through it.

"Did your mama have curly hair?" Ashley asked curiously. "Your daddy doesn't."

"I don't know," Josh replied bitterly, pushing her hand out of his hair.

She seemed hurt by that, but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, he hadn't gotten anything from his mama-genetic or otherwise. He wasn't like his mama.

Ashley seemed a little bit nervous as she moved her legs off of his lap, scooting away from him slightly. "I'm sorry."

He ignored her, considering leaving for a moment. He was distracted from that thought, however, when Ashley let out a deep breath before climbing into his lap, sitting so she was facing him. She was watching him carefully, just looking. It was kind of uncomfortable how closely she was looking, but before he could push her off, she tilted his head up and kissed him. It wasn't a particularly gentle kiss, although Josh wasn't really reciprocating. She drew in his attention though after she bit his lip, tugging at it slightly before meeting his eyes.

"I'm not saying you have to be my boyfriend, but if I'm going to let you fuck me, the least you can do is let me make out with you sometimes," Ashley told Josh, who was still looking at her lips.

"I don't owe you shit," Josh reminded her distractedly.

She hummed her understanding, slinging her arms across his shoulders and looking far more confident than she had earlier in the evening. "Doesn't mean you want to throw away an opportunity to feel me up. I'll let you."

It was pathetic that such an unoriginal offer was able to draw him in even a little bit, but he did like touching Ashley. She was soft. Most of the time when he slept with girls, it was rough, and he was too drunk to really care how long it lasted. With Ashley though, he wanted to be sober. He wanted to focus more. He wanted to tear her apart and see what was underneath the exterior.

Start the song. It's Hush Now by Fink and Tina Grace.

When Josh didn't say anything, Ashley tangled her fingers in his hair again, tugging his head back so he had to look up at her. Honestly, he was too surprised to take the dominance back. She smiled when she realized he wasn't stopping her, her lips ghosting over his as she studied him one more time.

"Stop me if you want," she whispered against his mouth, and then they were kissing.

Josh felt like she was trying to coax something out of him as she deepened the kiss, nipping at his lips and tugging at his hair. He squeezed her hips hard enough to make her squirm, and he couldn't help hoping his fingerprints would be bruised into her soft skin. At least his deserved to be on her skin. Ashley protested at first when the kiss broke, but grinned when Josh pushed her off of him and onto her back, moving in between her legs before connecting their lips again.

He kissed away from her lips, down her neck and along her collarbone, where he sunk his teeth in hard enough to break blood vessels. To both of their surprise, Ashley moaned. Her chest was rising and falling in ragged succession, and her pupils were blown wide.

"Okay, slow down. Come here," she said breathily as she pulled him back up so she could reconnect their lips.

Josh was distracted though. He wanted to bite her again. He wanted to bite her harder than that. Someone screamed on the TV, but Josh was completely focused on Ashley. What other ways could he hurt her that she'd react that way?

He pushed her shirt up as he deepened the kiss, digging his nails into her sides, making her gasp into his mouth. That wasn't what he wanted though. He wanted her to moan again. His nails dragged down her sides, and she squirmed beneath him, whimpering into his mouth. He latched his teeth onto her bottom lip, momentarily trapping it, biting down so hard that he knew it would bruise. Neither of them were thinking about having to hide the bruise as she moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to her. This wasn't going to remain just making out for long.

Josh released her bottom lip, tangling his fingers in her oceanic curls and yanking her head back so he had full access to her throat. How Brendon would react if he left visible marks on Ashley completely slipped his mind as his teeth scraped along her throat. He sucked at the skin, bit it, kissed it, and soothed it with his tongue. He bruised every inch of skin his mouth touched and let his hands wander her body as he did so.

***Smut warning. Look for the next author's note.***

The girl beneath him was a whimpering mess by the time his hands even slipped beneath her shirt to touch her soft breasts. He'd been the first one to ever touch them, long before Brendon had. They'd belonged to him, just like the rest of her did. He'd been too unsure of the situation to do anything more than drag his fingertips lightly across her skin that time. This time, however, he clutched the tender flesh too hard, scratching the skin around her breasts with blunt nails, and Ashley was eating it up. It didn't make any sense. Josh liked stuff like this because he was messed up. Ashley was normal though, so why was she clutching onto his shirt and wrapping her legs around his waist?

Regardless of how unnatural Ashley's reaction to his aggression was, he pressed his hips into hers and sank his teeth into her shoulder. She moaned desperately, pulling his hair and grinding down against him. She yanked him up to reattach their lips, scraping at his bottom lip with her teeth.

He smirked into the kiss when Ashley whimpered as she unbuckled his belt. She struggled for a moment with the button on his jeans before it popped open, and her hand slid inside. Josh's breath caught in his throat when she gripped him through his underwear, practically massaging his cock through the thin material as his blood rushed down to meet her touch.

Maybe it was just a side effect of the week he'd had, but he lost focus when her hand slid into his underwear. She stroked him a bit too roughly, causing heat to rush across the sensitive flesh as his hips subconsciously rolled into her hand. He gasped, burying his face against her neck and rocking his hips forward. Ashley didn't complain about his failure to touch her back. She just let him fuck her hand, continuing to stroke him as he did so.

It wasn't until he heard himself whimper against her throat that he realized how desperate he was acting right now. He was acting like he hadn't had sex in weeks, but that definitely wasn't the case. Still, he couldn't help it when he lost himself, cumming into her hand like a fucking middle schooler. Ashley stroked him through it, and he could distantly hear her breathless voice saying some sort of praise he didn't need.

Instead, Josh pulled her pajama shorts down and off, dropping them onto the ground. It wasn't that surprising to Josh that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath them. She'd made it pretty obvious that she was a slut from the moment she let Brendon's dad fuck her. Besides, she'd been out of it when she got dressed. Even if this wasn't her being a slut, she had a solid reason.

She seemed desperate as she pulled him into another kiss, her hips grinding into nothing as she whimpered into his mouth. Getting her off right now wouldn't be as fun as teasing her though, so Josh kissed and nibbled his way down to her breasts, which he'd never admit he had a little obsession with. Her breasts were somehow superior to all of the others he'd seen, and they had only gotten better as she'd grown up. He kissed along the base of one, capturing some of the soft skin between his teeth and sucking it until bruises blossomed between his lips. He bruised all over her soft breasts, both with his lips and his teeth. Ashley was falling apart beneath him, begging for more, but he was taking his time with her.

There was another scream on the television, which only fuelled Josh more. He could feel his body struggling to get hard again in such a small window of time, so he just kept toying with Ashley. He'd fuck her eventually. She just had to earn in first.

"Josh, please," Ashley whined out desperately.

He ignored her, capturing her nipple between his teeth and tugging at it before sucking at it harshly. Ashley was trembling with the need to be touched properly, but Josh wasn't there just yet. He was close though. He had to wait until his body had recuperated enough to fuck her, but he knew he'd make her scream when he did.

Pushing Ashley's shirt the rest of the way off felt like too much work, so he left it, working around it. Her entire torso was littered with scrapes and bruises, yet she was so wet it was dripping onto the couch. As much as she pretended to be normal, she was just as fucked up as he was in this way.

Ashley pushed him off suddenly, making his eyebrows draw together in confusion. She kissed him quickly before standing up from the couch.

"Condoms," she explained simply before hurrying up the stairs.

He smirked at the way her ass jiggled slightly, deciding right then and there that next time, he was gonna get her to let him do whatever he wanted with that too. He stroked himself lazily while he waited for her, making sure he didn't lose his erection before she got back. It helped to keep watching the movie in front of him. She came back down the stairs just as quickly as she'd ascended them, already pulling one of the condom wrappers in her hand open. Josh let her roll it onto him before tossing the extras onto the couch beside him.

Without any kind of warning, Ashley climbed into his lap and sank down onto him. They both gasped at the feeling, and Josh was too surprised by her sudden seizure of dominance to say anything when she rocked her hips into his, whimpering needily as she buried her face against his neck. Not willing to give up the dominance entirely, Josh thrusted up into her harshly, making her grip his hair and moan.

"Harder," she breathed out.

Josh complied easily, grabbing her hips and guiding her down roughly as he slammed his hips up into her. The sound she made almost was too much, making Josh have to grip the base of his dick to keep from cumming already. He wanted to hurt her more and make her scream instead of moan.

"Fuck," he muttered when Ashley's nails dug into his shoulders as their hips crashed together over and over.

Ashley moaned at the sound of his voice, kissing along his jaw as she stuck a hand down between their bodies to rub her clit while he thrust up at an almost bruising pace. Normally, he wouldn't let a girl touch herself when he was perfectly capable of doing it for her, but he was too preoccupied this time.

With her lips, tongue, and teeth leaving marks all over his neck and jaw, Josh had nowhere to look but at the TV, where the movie had reached its bloodiest scene. Josh's eyes fixed themselves on the gore of stabbing, gunshots, and so many more glorious sights as his hips thrust up impossibly harder. He was so close that he didn't even care if Ashley finished at this point.

Suddenly, Ashley sank her teeth into Josh's shoulder and let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a scream as she came in his lap, her muscles contracting around him as her nails scraped down his back. Josh lost it the second her teeth broke his skin, and he was spilling inside of the condom with a low groan. Their hips rolled together to draw out their orgasms before Josh slumped into the couch and Ashley sat up on shaky legs, whimpering as he slid out of her. She pulled the condom off of him, tying it off and dropping it onto the carpet carelessly before pushing Josh down onto his back on the couch. She laid down so she could rest her head on his sweaty chest, which was rising and falling unevenly as he tried to catch his breath.

***All clear.***

"Holy shit," Ashley chuckled out dazedly. "I should make out with you more often if it leads to that."

Josh knew this was usually the point where he went home, but his body was drained. He'd finished twice, and his thighs were still trembling. As much as he hated the idea of sticking around with Ashley after he'd already gotten what he wanted from her, he didn't fight it when his eyelids slipped shut.

"Are you gonna stay?" Ashley asked tiredly, sounding hopeful.

Josh grunted a noncommittal response that for whatever reason came across to Ashley as an excuse to kiss him softly. She laid down on his chest again and closed her eyes.

"Should I be worried that I've only ever orgasmed that hard with you?" Ashley asked after a moment, pulling Josh out of his nearly unconscious state.

He ignored the question in favour of grabbing Ashley's ass, feeling the firm muscles beneath the soft flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart. "Next time, I want to play with this," he grumbled out sleepily.

Ashley blushed. "My ass?"

"Yes, ma'am," he yawned out.

Much to his surprise, Ashley simply relaxed against him again, tracing the bite mark she'd left on his shoulder with her fingertips and smiling shyly. "Okay." He could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "So you want there to be a next time then?"

He rolled his eyes, going to shove her off of him. She just giggled and clung to him. "You still owe me," he told her simply. "I could tell people what you did at the church at any time."

Ashley hummed. "Yeah, or you just want to fuck me in the ass because you're a pervert."

Josh smirked, keeping his eyes closed. "You're the one who said yes to having your ass fucked."

Ashley pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch, spreading it over both of them before resting her head against his shoulder and slinging her arm against his waist. She yawned.

"Yeah, well, it ain't like you're the first one to touch my ass. You ain't that special," she said sleepily.

"I ain't the first one, but I'll be the best one," he assured her, making her laugh.

Her hand rubbed his side slightly. "Sounds about right," she replied.

He smirked, lifting his head and opening his eyes to look at her. She was nearly asleep. He used to stay at her house until she fell asleep all the time, but he always left after. This time, he just laid his head back down and closed his eyes. He was way too fucking tired to drive home. Besides, who knew if that creep would show up as soon as Josh left? Ashley was safer if he was here.

"We still ain't friends," he reminded her.

She yawned. "Yeah, I don't usually let my friends fuck me in my living room. I usually only do that with complete strangers and men who are old enough to be my father."

Josh's eyebrows raised as he looked at her again in surprise. She laughed when she saw his face.

"Wow, you still don't understand jokes," she muttered with a smirk. She patted his chest lazily. "Don't worry. I don't fuck strangers, and I've only fucked one guy that old. I can't risk that. I might find out later that he's my real dad. There's too much of a risk."

"You're disgusting," Josh told her as he closed his eyes again.

She giggled. "I get it from my dad, probably."

"If you don't shut up, I'm going home," Josh mumbled tiredly as he settled into the couch.

"Mmm stay. You're warm," she mumbled back, sliding one of her legs between his before relaxing halfway on top of him. It wasn't the worst feeling. "Thanks for protecting me again. Night, Josh."

"Whatever."