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Breakyourarm
Summary:
N/A (bc i dont remember its exact summary ok just that this is JOSHLER and it's about a fuck boy Tyler trying to make Josh his or smth i can't remember)
So, Editor-San has to explain some shit, first of all this fic was once in WattPad, it itsn't mine. Second, this fic was removed from WattPad bc Author-Chan deleted their account. Thirdly, this is the EDITED ver of the fic, who edited it? it was me, I printed this entire fic and made a small booklet as a gift to my friend bc we loved this fic so much. and now editor-san is sharing this lovely fic with you, i hope u enjoy!
ps. for those peeps that're super sensitive about guidelines and shit please keep in mind that i aint profiting from all this, so fuck off.
"I'm not gay, Ashley." Josh sighs, rolling his eyes at the blue haired girl next to him. She scoffs, shaking her head.
"Josh, I, a gay, know when I see another gay." She muses, Josh groaning in annoyance.
"What even makes you think I'm gay? I have a girlfriend." Josh tells her. Ashley slams her fist on the lunch table. She's obviously determined, eyebrows scrunched together and lips in a straight line.
"Josh, just because you have a girlfriend doesn't mean you can't be bi or pan." She explains, frustration glistening in her eyes.
"She's not wrong." Dallon agrees, taking a bit from his sandwich. Josh allows his head to fall, forehead slamming onto the table and making him wince as a few looks are thrown his way.
"Maybe…bi? No, no, no! Ashley, Dal, get out of my head, dammit!" He exclaims. Ashley roughly pats his back, Josh grimacing.
"See! You stuttered—you thought about it!" She rejoices. Dallon chuckles, freezing as a piece of bread falls from his mouth, watching it fall in his lap.
"I just, I don't know…" Josh sighs again, closing his eyes. Ashley frowns, cocking an eyebrow at Dallon as he awkwardly stuffed the fallen piece of bread into his mouth.
"Whgat?" Dallon asks, mouth full and crumbs splurging from his mouth. The corner Ashley's lips draw back in disgust, turning back to Josh.
"Josh, it's not bad to be gay. It's normal to be interested in whoever you are—hIIII LYDIA!" Ashley quickly cuts herself off as Josh's girlfriend appears, sitting down next to Josh.
"Hi." She responds, Josh sitting up and turning his attention to her.
"Hey, Lydz." He greets her, Lydia pulling him in for an abrupt make out session. Dallon and Ashley gag, taking their lunches elsewhere.
"That poor soul. doesn't even realize that she probably just likes him because he's attractive." Dallon sighs. The tall male truly does feel bad for his best friend, but is just as unaware as Ashley on how to make Josh see how badly he needs to breakup with Lydia.
"Dude, I know, right? Can I tell you something?" Ashley whispers, voice dropping lower as they sit at an unoccupied table.
"Ohhh, feed me the juicy deets!" Dallon says in his white girl voice, Ashley giggling.
"Okay, but really." She pulls out her phone, opening up the camera app and showing Dallon the camera roll. Dallon's hand flies over his mouth as he sees pictures of Lydia making out with some random dude on the screen, wide eyes lifting to meet Ashley's.
"When did you take these?!" He whisper-shouts, Ashley turning her phone off.
"Yesterday. I was walking to the locker room for P.E and heard some noises in the boys' room." She explains. Dallon shakes his head, lifting up his first finger.
"We need to get that whore outta our best friend's life, right now, bitch." He tells her, voice laced with truthfulness and fake sassiness. Ashley snorts.
"I have an idea." She bursts out. Dallon lights up.
"What?!" He enquires, excitedly.
"You ever met Tyler Joseph?" She questions. Dallon seems shocked.
"The fuckboy, really?" Ashley smirks evilly.
Tyler slams his locker shut, turning around and immediately jumping as two other teenagers stands in front of him, one a girl with blue hair and the other extremely tall, even taller than him.
"Well hi there." He smirks a bit. The girl with blue hair sighs, the taller boy glancing at her.
"Okay, I'm already regretting this decision." He tells her, she responds with shaking her head.
"Shut up, long legs, it'll work." She tells him, turning back to Tyler's direction. "Okay, Tyler Joseph, right?"
Tyler nods his head.
"I do believe that's me." He retorts, voice a little cocky. The girl sighs in frustration.
"I'm Ashley, this is Dallon." She introduces, gesturing to herself and the tall male. "And we need you to do us a favor."
"What could I possibly help you with?" Tyler raises an eyebrow. Dallon gulping in regret because he obviously was disliking the sound of Ashley's plan more and more.
"We need you to get our friend Josh to break up with his slut of a girlfriend." She explains, Tyler's eyes squinting.
"Josh who? Dun…?" He suggests. Ashley and Dallon's eyes lit up.
"Yes! Dun! How do you know him?" She asks. Tyler bites his lip.
"I've had my eyes on him for a while, but I could never get within five feet of his eye view with that stupid Lydia chick sucking his face off. She's literally the school's whore, how does he not know this?" Tyler rambles.
"Exactly! Ashley literally caught her making out with some dude yesterday. Josh just wants to believe she's faithful and shit." Dallon bursts out. Ashley shakes her head.
"That's where you come in." She points at Tyler, the brunet unable to help but smirk.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we need you to break them up somehow. I don't care if it involves cheating or whatever. Besides, Lydia could use a little payback." She pleads. Dallon is a little surprised at how desperate she is.
"I don't exactly agree with cheating but…eh, you're right. She could use some payback." He proves, Dallon and Ashley nodding along. Ashley juts out her hand.
"So, is it a deal?"
Tyler takes her hand, shaking it with a grin.
"Deal."
Josh pulls the folded blue sticky note out of his pocket, handing it to Ashley.
"I found this in my locker before sixth period." He tells her. Ashley feels a secret jump of excitement. She unfolds the note, seeing a phone number written in purple pen, signed with a T. She tries to hide her smirk, folding the note and handing it to Josh.
"Maybe you should call it." She suggests.
"I dunno." Josh shrugs.
Well, that wasn't a no, but not exactly a yes. Ashley thinks to herself.
"Maybe I'll text it this afternoon, or whatever. See who it is." He tells her. Ashley mentally fist pumps.
"Alrighty!" She exclaims, patting Josh's shoulder. Josh chuckles. The bell rings.
"Shit, we're late." He says, waving to Ashley as he speed-walks down the hallway. Ashley does the same, but in the opposite direction.
Tyler, this better work.
Josh groans in tiredness, flopping down onto his bed.
"Ohmygooood." He says, exhausted from the day. He pulls his phone from his pocket, the blue sticky note falling out with it. He glances at it in brief confusion before remembering that he'd planned on seeing who 'T' is. He opens up the dialer on his phone, typing in the number and texting it.
Josh
Is this "T"?
Unknown
I see you've actually messaged me
I'm genuinely surprised
Josh cocks an eyebrow at the screen, humming questioningly to himself before texting back.
Josh
What's your name?
Unknown
T
That's all your getting
Josh
Okay…Well, I'm guessing since you were the one to put this note in my locker you might know my name
T
Josh
Josh
Okay so
Why did you put the note in my locker anyways?
T
Because its people like you in this world that are hot as fuck and I want to fuck
Josh
Whoa there okay
I have a girlfriend
T
And I have a math test next week
Josh
…?
T
I thought we were listing things we could cheat on
Josh sits down in his second period class, setting his books and binders on the desk, waiting for the bell to ring. He usually gets to his classes early, that is unless Lydia interrupts him to make out. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket, pulling it out and seeing messages from t. he swipes the screen, opening it up.
T
Saw u in the hallway
U look cute today
Josh
If you want me to answer use proper grammar
T
You look cute today
Josh
Thanks but I still have a girlfriend
T
I still have that math test
Josh
smh
T
Hey Josh you're a guy do you like blowjobs
Josh
I'm not sucking you off, prick
T
calm down jeez
I was gonna offer to give you one bc I doubt Lydia does
Josh
Oh
True
But no that's cheating
T
As if she ain't cheating on you ffs
Josh
fuck off
T
Feisty
Besides its not cheating if -I'm- the one sucking dick
Josh
…
T
At least think about it
At least I plead for your consent like damn I'm the one who knows what -you- look like
Josh
Good point
T
Meet me in the bathroom closest to your science class lunch
Josh
idk…
T
C'mon babe
At least consider it
So…?
Josh
I'll think about it idk
T
There ya go Joshy boy
I'll be waiting if you aren't
See you in the bathroom x
Josh sighs heavily, dropping his head on his desk. Is he really going to meet this t dude in the bathroom?
Lydia won't know, he tells himself. Besides, it's not like his friends follow him everywhere. But then again, this guy could be a senior or something. Well, that'd just be luck for Josh, actually, then he wouldn't get caught if they meet up again.
Again? He chokes on his spit a little. He's already thinking about meeting up again and he hasn't even seen the dude's face! Plus, this is only the second time they've talked.
"What have I gotten myself into…?" Josh mumbles.
Lunch time rolled around more quickly than Josh had hoped in order to make up his mind on meeting T in the bathroom. Yet, a feeling of excitement pulsed through his veins at the thought of taking the risk. The risk of being caught, the risk of trying something new, the risk of cheating on Lydia… It felt like he had the world in his hands and with a simple meeting he could crush it and devour the hope of souls living in said world—crazy, right?
He was unsure when his hands began to shake, his feet unwillingly carrying him to the bathroom. The sound of the bottoms of his shoes clicking against the tiled school hallways made his heart pound in his ears, this rush of dirty excitement filling his brain and somehow convincing him that no, Lydia would never find out, and yes, this will be worth it. But thirty-three percent of his common sense screamed at him to turn around, and yet, his body trekked closer to the bathroom and further from the lunchroom.
His anxiety began to stab his stomach harder, like a knife being twisted in the worst of ways, as his body entered the bathroom. He gulped quite harshly, telling himself to not be so nervous. But how could he not? The fact that he was literally willing to risk his relationship just to get sucked off by some dude in the bathroom! It made him curious if he was going to end up like one of those horny douchebags who couldn't keep their dick in their pants, and it all made him feel oh-so dirty. The sin he was about to invest in set a fire blazing in his mind, every bit of purity burning slowly. But he just wanted to know; would the fire burn faster or slower with this interaction?
"You made it."
Josh froze in place, the sound of someone's voice echoing in the bathroom. He was unable to prevent himself as he…giggled.
A small hum of confusion was released from the unrecognizable boy, Josh biting his lip, humored, distracted from the bubbling in his stomach.
"What's got you so giddy?" The person asks, Josh giggling more, taking a deep breath.
"I just…" He chuckles. "You sound pretty—not fuckboy-ish. Not what I expected, honestly."
Josh giggles more, a small scoff being placed in response.
"Do I look fuckboy-ish?" T asks, Josh wanting to make a snarky reply, but his breath catching in his throat as a stall door swung open, presumably T stepping out. His chestnut hair formed a small quiff, chocolaty eyes locked with roughness and eyebrows formed in a sarcastic appearance with his lips quirked, his expression showing that he wasn't surprised by Josh's response to his facial structure. He wore a black and grey flannel that hung loosely on his body, dark indigo skinny jeans squeezing his legs with thick black combat boots on his feet. It all complimented his heavy dark eyes without a doubt, and Josh was more than stunned, because something was utterly wrong here.
"Fuckboys aren't supposed to be hot." Josh accidentally voices, face turning red as t cocks a smirk.
"And Josh Dun isn't supposed to have a girlfriend." T retorts, mockingly, Josh snapping out of transfix.
"Why do you say that?" He scoffs. T snickers.
"Babe, you wouldn't've come here if you wanted a girlfriend." T remarks, stepping slowly to Josh, grabbing onto the space where Josh's jacket unzipped, his boots stomping on the floor along to the beat of Josh's heart. "Not being single obviously isn't stopping you, or me, from getting what you want."
T's canines show in his almost evil grin, yanking Josh into a stall, Josh following like T had complete control over him. T pushes him against the stall, locking the small door. Josh's breath hitches as T puts his lips against his jaw line, kissing up to his ear, leaving his stomach fluttering and twisting, jaw tingling as t's extremely hot breath brushes over his earlobe.
"My name's Tyler, by the way, just so you know what to moan."
And Josh could feel the fire burn faster.
Josh's breaths become shallower and heavier as he watches Tyler drop to his knees, the brunet unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down, smirking as he notices how Josh is obviously excited.
"I see I have a certain effect on you, Joshua?" He enquires, cockily. Josh flushes red.
"S-shut up." He mumbles, Tyler raising an eyebrow. He slides his hands up Josh's thighs, leaning forward and mouthing around the bulge in Josh's boxers. Josh's breaths turning shaky.
"Ah." Josh huffs in small shock as Tyler kitten-licks the skin above the waistband of his boxers, his tongue dragging to Josh's hipbones.
"Fuck, you have nice hips." Tyler says, Josh blushing profusely. Josh chews his lip as Tyler gingerly bites his left hip, lapping his tongue over the skin. Josh gulps, his eyes falling to Tyler as he watches the brunet create hickeys over his hip, not even thinking about the risk of having them. Tyler takes the waistband of Josh's boxers between his teeth, locking his lustful chocolate eyes with Josh's, pulling them down oh-so slowly and teasingly. Josh's face burns to crimson as his length is revealed, knowing of Tyler eyeing him like candy. His eyes widened as the tip of Tyler's tongue ever so slightly touches his slit, making the older boy's jaw fall slack with a sharp exhale. Tyler's tongue circles around Josh's tip slowly, Josh beginning to whimper helplessly, his hips pinned to the stall's wall. Tyler grins at the sound, continuing his incredibly tortuous ways.
"O-oh g-god." Josh says breathily, his head falling back against the wall with a longly drawn whimper. He moans suddenly, feeling Tyler's whole tongue going around the tip, his face flushing red and immediately biting his lip to shut himself up. Tyler's ears had perked at the sound of Josh's unexpected moan, feeling heat stir between his legs as he squeezes Josh's thighs. His tongue swipes over the slit a few more times, knowing of Josh's vulnerability. Josh whines, one of his hands sliding into Tyler's hair, pulling a bit, pleadingly. Tyler's caught off guard by this, glancing up at Josh, the boys locking eyes. Tyler places his tongue just a centimeter away from Josh's length, Josh staring him down. Tyler cocks an eyebrow, challengingly. Josh caves in to his thoughts.
"Please." He whispers, feeling odd to let the word slip through his lips. It's not exactly every day you have to beg for some dude to suck you off, really.
Tyler's eyes light up.
"What was that?" He fakes, Josh clenching his jaw awkwardly.
"P-Please?" He repeats louder. Josh watches as chuckles, abruptly wrapping his lips around the head, Josh's head flying back. Josh gasps, Tyler carefully taking more of him into his mouth. Josh whimpers, tugging on Tyler's chestnut hair, the brunet grunting around him from the pulling. Josh's mouth drops open as Tyler suddenly pushes all the way down to the space between his hips, his nose touching the skin.
Josh could feel Tyler's throat closing around him, his tongue lathering his length in saliva. Josh can't help the moan that comes out, his head banging into the stall, not even acknowledging the hit as Tyler begins to bob his head up and down. Josh yanks on his hair, squeaks of pleasure flying past his lips. And god, it felt amazing. Josh hasn't felt this feeling since, well, ever.
Every girlfriend he's ever had wouldn't do it or broke up with him too early for sexualization, so this personally exotic feeling of pleasure washing over him was purely amazing. The only way he'd even ever been able to feel pleasure was all self-handled, but with Tyler, it was like god himself had sent the feeling of overly pleasurable feelings.
Tyler hollows out his cheeks more, sucking Josh harder and listening to his small moans like angelic singing as it echoed through the bathroom. He grips Josh's thighs, Josh replying with a whimper as Tyler releases his hold on Josh's hips. Josh thrusts into his mouth, the brunet now gagging on him as he pushes into his mouth. Tyler moans a bit, Josh more than enjoying the way this felt.
"T-Tyler, oh god, I-I'm gonna, fuck!" Josh moans out, Tyler not pulling away as Josh freezes up and spills into his mouth.
A longly drawn moan of Tyler's name leaves Josh's lips in a breath, Tyler swallowing, knowing that the taste of cum will linger. Josh begins to pant, Tyler standing back up after pulling up Josh's boxers and pants. Tyler smirks at the aftermath, Josh leaning against the stall, breathing heavily to catch his breath. Tyler snickers and pulls Josh nose to nose by the collar of his shirt.
"Josh?" He says.
"Yea?" Josh gulps.
"You have my number. Call if you need anything else." Tyler pecks his lips, chuckling as he unlocks that stall and trots out of the bathroom.
"Damn." Josh sinks to the floor, still panting.
The bell rings and Josh quickly rushes to his locker, fumbling with the lock and rushing to get his things out before anyone could distract him. Josh sighs gladly as he tugs out his biology books quite easily, closing his locker and placing the lock on it. He turns around and almost screams as Ashley and Dallon stand in his path.
"Uh. Hi?"
"Why weren't you at lunch?" Ashley immediately asks. Josh's cheeks flush red, thinking of earlier events.
"I, uh…I got lunch detention." He excuses, quickly forming a story behind his lie.
"Oh? Why didn't you tell us?" Dallon enquires.
"The teacher kept me busy with chatter before telling me I had lunch detention, it was the class before this one." Josh shrugs, lying cleverly. Dallon nods.
"So, why'd you get detention?"
Josh immediately makes up more.
"The teacher was super pissy today and I showed up late." He says. Ashley hums in understanding.
"Now please don't let me be late to another grumpy teacher." Josh jokes, Ashley and Dallon letting him by with a laugh.
As soon as Josh nears his class, a voice stops him.
"Joshy! where were you at lunch?!"
He freezes, seeing Lydia behind him, an angry pout on her face. Suddenly anxiety washes over him, making it hard to breathe with the knowledge of what he'd just done with Tyler.
"I-I got lunch detention. Sorry I didn't tell you." He unnoticeably stutters, clutching his zipper binder's handle. Lydia 'oh's, and steps closer to Josh, oblivious of how extremely nervous this makes him.
"I missed you, Joshy." She pouts again, laying her hand on his chest, Josh's uncomfortableness growing.
"I know, I'm sorry, Lydz." He replies, Lydia suddenly smacking their lips together, Josh oddly not liking it. It felt more foreign compared to other times. Josh quickly made up an excuse in his mind and pulled away from Lydia.
"Don't want to get lunch detention, again! Hehehe, I'll see you later." He spurts out, rushing to his class just in time. How is he going to start being comfortable around Lydia while knowing of what he's done with Tyler?
Josh
How can I be comfortable around Lydia and you at the same time?
Tyler
It's not that hard
I mean, Lydia's used to it
Josh
Fuck.
Off.
Tyler
Baby, that's not what you were saying in the bathroom
Josh
.
Tyler
That's what I thought
If it helps, just imagine she's me (;
Josh
Oh I'm sorry, we don't kiss every day and go on dates?
****sArCaSm****
Tyler
I can change that if you want
Take you out and take you home
Josh
Boi stop tryin to get in my pants
Tyler
I already have
Josh
r00d
Tyler
Ay, you liked it
Josh
tbh… I unfortunately did
Tyler
See? told you I'm a good dick sucker
Josh
Oh god where else has your mouth been
Do I need to wash my dick now
I'm gonna get dIABEETUS
Tyler
OhmygOD
Luckily for you, the last dick I sucked before yours was a year ago
Josh
So you just fuck girls…?
Tyler
*British laugh* that is not correct
Josh
oh
oH
Tyler
I'll be honest, I've been sucked off by almost all the guys on my basketball team
Actually, I fucked a visiting team player after a game once
So, if you and I ever get frisky in the locker room, they know not to mess w/me or you bc they have gfs
Josh
Is that an invitation
Tyler
do you want it to be
Josh
…maybe
"MY LUMPS, MY LUMPS, MY LOVELY LADY LUMPS!" Ashley yells, snapping her fingers. Everyone in the cafeteria glares at her, Josh and Dallon laughing. Josh giggles hard.
"O-Ohmygod, Ash." He stammers between laughs.
"I gOT HUMPS!" Dallon screams, slamming his fists on the table. Josh laughs harder, the three ignoring the weird looks they were getting.
"BUT ARE THEY LADY HUMPS?!" An unknown voice screams back from the other side of the cafeteria. The three turn around, a boy with obviously bleached hair standing and pointing at them.
"NO!" Another yells, this boy having a large forehead. "HE'S GOT MAN HUMPS!"
Ashley cheers.
"WE'VE GOT HUMPS AND LUMPS!" She shouts, all five people standing now.
"MY LUMPS, HIS HUMPS, OUR LOVELY, MANLY LUMPS!" They all shout in unison, the two boys walking over to the table in tears of laughter. They plop down across from them, the group dying of laughter and giggles.
"I don't know who you are, but I like you!" Ashley exclaims, pointing between the two.
"I'm Pete." The blond one says, looking towards the other unknown boy.
"I'm Brendon." The other introduces.
"I'm Ashley, this is Josh and Dallon, or as we call him, dally long legs." Dallon rolls his eyes.
"I'm not that tall." He says, Josh gaping at him.
"Boy, you are like a fricking skyscraper." He muses. Dallon chuckles.
"Josh, you only say that because you're small." He sticks his tongue out, Josh pouting. It's true though, Josh being the shortest, only beating Ashley by one inch.
"How tall are you?" Pete asks Dallon.
"Oh, uh, 6'4." He answers, Pete and Brendon's jaws dropping open.
"What?! Who's your fucking dad? The giant from jack and the beanstalk?" He overexaggerates, Dallon chuckling.
"How tall are you, Pete?" Ashley asks.
"5'6."
"FINALLY!" Josh exclaims, clutching his chest. "By one inch you stand taller than me, but I will not let that stop me from feeling normal heighted."
Brendon quirks an eyebrow.
"You're 5'5?" He asks. Josh nods.
"Awe! So smol!" He teases, Josh frowning. Brendon intertwines his own hands together, placing them on the side of his cheek like a mother adoring her child.
"Joshy!" A familiar voice calls, Josh feeling his face burn immediately.
Tyler sits next to him, slinging his arm over Josh's shoulder.
"Hiya there." Tyler smirks at Josh's friends, Ashley and Dallon holding back grins and Pete and Brendon waving a bit.
"Who're you?" Pete asks.
"M'Tyler." He starts, glancing at the flustered boy next to him. "Josh's best friend."
"How tall are you?" Pete questions him. Brendon nodding.
"Uhm, 5'9." Tyler answers.
"Dammit!" Josh frustratedly whines. Even the fuckboy is taller than him.
"What?" Tyler questions, slightly baffled. Ashley chuckles.
"Josh is angry because everyone here, besides me, is officially taller than him." She explains, Tyler humming in recognition.
"How tall is Josh?"
Josh sighs.
"I'm 5'5." He mumbles, Tyler just now realizing how much shorter the older boy is.
"Ohmygod." The brunet snorts, genuinely surprised. "You're so small, ohmygod."
Josh rolls his eyes.
"I know."
When no one's paying attention, Tyler hovers his lips over Josh's ear.
"Don't worry, I think it's cute." He whispers. Josh smiles a bit, immediately wiping the smile off of his face.
…did he really just like Tyler's compliment?
"F-Fuck, Tyler…" Josh moans, Tyler's tongue dragging up his length. Tyler wraps his lips around the tip, Josh's hickyed jaw falling slack.
"O-Oh god." Josh mumbles, his eyes rolling back as Tyler sucks and dips his tongue into the slit, Josh losing it. "Fuck!"
His fingers tangled in Tyler's chestnut hair, pulling it harshly and causing the brunet groan a bit. Tyler pulls off, saliva stringing from Josh's member to his lips and running down his chin, him wearing a greedy smirk.
"Hmm, you liking this, Joshy?" He quizzes, teasingly thumbing the slit as he stares up at the mess he's made of the shorter boy. Josh glances down at Tyler, his cheeks rushing from pink to crimson as he sees the sight below him.
"Y-Yeah—oh, fuck!" His head flies back on instinct as Tyler abruptly grabs his member and jerks on it roughly.
"What d'you want, babe?" Tyler questions, Josh whimpering as he kitten-licks his tip, tasting his precum. Josh looks back down at him.
"I-I want—"
"JOSHUA!"
Josh's head shoots up, his cheeks red as he realizes his class is staring at him, his eyes bulging at his vexed teacher. He quickly wipes the spit that dribbled from his lips while he'd slept, his heart beating hard and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"U-Uh!"
Mrs. Hamilton approaches him, her eyes harsh with anger.
"I am very disappointed in you. An all b's and a's student falling asleep in class! You better hope your dream was a good one, because you have lunch detention." She hisses, slapping a prewritten note on his desk. Josh's jaw drops.
"W-What?" He says unbelievably. His mum is going to kill him.
"That's why you don't fall asleep in my class!" She exclaims, glaring at the surrounding students. They all nod, two girls in the back giggling at Josh. Josh sighs as she resumes the lesson, eyeing his lunch detention slip and stuffing it in his pocket, rolling his eyes. He places his hand on his chin, attempting to rethink his dream.
Oh.
His face burns fiery red from his ears to his collarbone.
No, he tells himself. I…I didn't dream about Tyler, especially like that.
His mind wonders off more, the idea and memory of the way Tyler made him feel in that moment, how—how amazing it felt.
No! he screams mentally. Don't say that!
He sighs in frustration; this is most definitely going to be harder than he thinks.
Josh explained to Ashley, Dallon and Lydia that he has lunch detention because of events prior. He doesn't think he's ever been so irritated with his mind. His posture is hunched as he lazily carries his lunch box into the lunch detention room, popping down in the very back of the class.
About one or two other kids sat in here, playing on their phones under the table. They sat upfront, unlike Josh who sighs and flips open his lunch, pulling out a pack of Oreos. The door creaks open, Josh not bothering to look up as he stuffs another cookie into his mouth, tasting the chocolate and vanilla cream.
"Hey Joshy."
Josh's heart practically stops, his eyes widen and his face flushing like a fire as his head snaps to the left, Tyler sitting with a smirk and a lunch tray of poorly cooked school food.
"H-How—?" Josh stammers, Tyler interrupts.
"I came to look for you at lunch. Ash and Dalpal told me you had lunch detention. So, a couple runs down the hallway and eleven locker slams later, I got myself lunch detention." He explains, taking a bite from a blob of mashed potatoes and grimacing instantly, spitting them out.
Josh blushes, this time, secretly flattered that Tyler was going through all this trouble just to speak to him. He shakes off the thought, barking at his brain to shut up.
"So, cutie." Tyler starts, pointing at the Oreos. "Can I have one?"
"O-Oh, uh, yeah." Josh answers, pulling out three from the pack and handing them to Tyler. Tyler grins.
"Three? I must be special." He exclaims. "Also, it's kind of rude to not tell your fuckboy where you are, but oh yes, tell your 'girlfriend'!"
Josh rolling his eyes.
"She was waiting with Ashley and Dal, what'd you want me to do?" He questions, a bit sarcastic.
"Tell me, you, twat." Tyler snorts. Josh shakes his head.
"Why do you care so much?" He questions, irritably. His breath hitches as Tyler slaps his hand on his far upper thigh, rubbing his fingers into it and making Josh whimper.
"Still sure you're straight?" Tyler questions. "Still sure you don't like me?"
"F-Fuck off." Josh whispers, his cheeks currently flaming red. Tyler shakes his head, squeezing Josh's thigh and releasing his hold on it, Josh obviously a bit relieved.
"So, lover boy, what's your opinion on taco bell?"
"What?" Josh repeats, a bit baffled and still red faced.
"Taco. Bell. Don't make me spell it out." Tyler sighs.
"Oh, u-um, yeah. it's good." Josh answers him. Tyler grins.
"Great! does your mum pick you up or anything?"
Josh becomes more confused.
"Uh… no." He still answers honestly.
"Perfect! Let's go to taco bell!" Tyler exclaims, Josh understanding what his point was in all those questions.
"Oh, uh, okay." He replies. Tyler smirks, slinging his arm over Josh's shoulder and smirking at him. He brings his lips against Josh's ear.
"You ever had sex in a public bathroom?"
Josh's face drastically change color again.
"What?!" He says too loudly. Tyler chuckles, darkly, Josh staring at him in horror.
"Well, I don't know why you're so afraid of public sex in a bathroom."
"What makes you say that?"
"You've had a blowjob in one."
Josh gulps.
Oh.
"D-Do you think—" He starts. "—that someone heard?"
Tyler cuts him off.
"Probably." He states truthfully. Josh drops his head on his desk, signing heavily. Tyler sneakily grabs his pack of Oreos, shoving one in his mouth.
"Hey!" Josh exclaims once he notices, trying to snatch he pack from Tyler. Tyler dodges him, Josh definitely trying hard.
"FUCK!"
Josh slips forward, flopping onto Tyler and knocking the brunet back, Tyler panicking and grabbing the collar of Josh's hoodie, pulling them both back as Tyler's chair tips sideways and hits the ground. Tyler falls against the floor on his back, Josh landing on him, both 'oof'ing. The two other kids in the room stare at them, Tyler quirking his eyebrow at Josh who's face is practically a centimeter or two away.
"Uh-uh—" Josh stutters, Tyler rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure the last place you want to be is on top of me in front of other people, so I highly suggest you get up." Tyler rushes him, Josh jumping up instantly.
"Besides." Tyler mumbles. "The only place I want you is under me."
Tyler picks up his chair, sitting back in it, everyone returning to their own business.
"Well, lover boy." Tyler starts. "I think that's the closest you'll get to world domination."
Tyler and Josh currently sat opposite each other in a booth at taco bell, the two eating whilst Tyler wore a sly grin. He'd convinced Josh to hang out with him after their little lunch in detention, and honestly, it wasn't too difficult to do. Tyler could sense Josh wasn't quite the quickest at realizing how easily he's playing into Tyler's plan.
Josh took frequent bites of his taco, sneaking glances at Tyler. The brunet's hair was slicked back by his sunglasses in which rested atop his head. He wore a seether band tee, followed by black skinny jeans and floral converses. Josh would never dare to say it out loud, but Tyler looks hot. Yep, that seems, pretty odd when he says it in his head.
Tyler is hot, he thinks. The more he repeated it, the more he believed it.
"You're staring, Joshua." Tyler muses, smirking. "Take a picture if you'd like, I'll pose for you."
He winks, Josh blushing, unwillingly.
"S-Shut up." Josh murmurs, feeling a bit—shy, oddly.
"So, lover boy, how's the girlfriend?" Tyler mocks him, Josh groaning.
"Fuck off." He hisses, the shyness draining away. Tyler mrrows like a cat, making a pawing-like action with his hand.
"Still feisty, eh? You truly don't change." He contemplates, Josh rolling his eyes.
"Don't you have like… a boy/girlfriend? or something?"
Tyler chuckles heavily.
"Joshy, Joshy, Joshy, have you learnt anything? I'm a fuckboy who flings, not a boyfriend on strings." He rhymes, Josh quirking his eyebrow.
"How long did it take you to come up with that?"
"Thirteen seconds."
Josh snorts, sipping his Baja blast. Tyler grins.
"Wanna know what else I can do in thirteen seconds?" He quizzes, his voice abruptly turning husky. The shorter boy's entire face flushes dark red, his eyes widely staring at Tyler.
"W-What?" He daringly questions.
Tyler smiles.
"I see it has worked. I realized it's very easy to make you flustered." He explains, Josh not sure how to respond.
"N-No it's not!" He stammers angrily, only proving Tyler's point, whereas his expression is utterly too adorable to be taken seriously as being pissed off. Tyler awes.
"Awe, Joshy, so stutter-y and cute and short!" He gushes, Josh biting his lip.
"IT'S BY FOUR INCHES!" He screeches, shaking his fists like a frustrated child. Tyler bursts into a fit of laughter.
"You're so defensive about your height, ohmygod." He laughs. Josh sighs, shaking his head.
"Well, it's-it's—stop being tall!" He barks, unsure how to word his vex. Tyler smirks.
"It's so cute, though. You're like an angry midget trying to reach a cookie jar."
"shuT UP YOU GNOME!"
The two boys lay on their backs on Tyler's bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tyler persuaded Josh to come to his house, originally planning to possibly get into his pants, but really enjoying the silence between them.
"Do you think aliens are real?" Tyler questions.
"Hell yes." Josh replies, glancing over at Tyler. Tyler turns his head to look at Josh as well, smirking as he immediately noticed a prominent blush on his cheeks as their noses brushed together. Tyler peaks at Josh's lips, then locks eye contact with Josh. He inches a bit closer until their lips were touching, but not completely. He grinned as Josh failed to pull away, his breath hitching, instead.
Tyler was utterly surprised when it was Josh who connects their lips together, unable to help but feel successful in his plan. see, his idea was to unnoticeably persuade Josh into being the one to make his move on Tyler, and well, it's obviously working. Tyler took this opportunity to sit up, trying to keep their kiss connected as he did so. He leaned back against the headboard of his bed, Josh taking his place on Tyler's lap.
One of Josh's hands tangled themselves into Tyler's hair, his other clutching Tyler's t-shirt. Tyler rested his hands-on Josh's hips, frequently squeezing them. Josh didn't think his face could get any redder as Tyler swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. The shorter boy was reluctant, but nonetheless he started parting his lips. Even Tyler began to blush as he felt Josh's tongue against his, his heart beating a little too quickly. Their kiss was extremely slow, not being sloppy at all as small whimpers or moans sometimes filled the air.
And then Tyler realized something else, this kiss was extremely fucking passionate.
Tyler was having difficulty refraining from looking directly at the boy underneath him, the brunet biting his lip as the sound of Josh's soft moans filled his ears. His eyes were rolled far into his head, his back raised and mouth wide open, and the way he looked mesmerized Tyler. His shirt was riding up his stomach more and more every time his back arched, eventually revealing his ribs. Tyler jerked his hand quicker on instinct, Josh crying out in pleasure.
"F-Fuck." Josh squeaks out, clutching Tyler's bed sheets. Tyler bows his head down, kissing up Josh's stomach and listening to his reply of whimpers and moans.
Seventeen minutes ago, they had been making out against the head board, and well, one thing led to another. And by that, it led with Tyler pinning Josh to the bed and ending up with him writhing underneath him as Tyler acted on him, jerking him off quickly and allowing him to thrust up into his fist. Tyler constantly wore a smirk during this situation, because it was so easy to silently trick Josh into becoming lustful for his touch. This boy was much more gullible than Tyler had thought, nonetheless, the brunet quite enjoyed the situation.
"Tyler, I-I'm gonna, a-ahh!" Josh moans, breathing heavily. Tyler grunts a bit.
"Hold off just a bit longer, babe." He informs, his words slightly mumbled with his lips against Josh's stomach, creating purple bruises. Josh whimpers deeply.
"H-How the hell do you expect me t-to not cum?!" Josh desperately whines. Tyler huffs in frustration, slowing his pace. Josh, again, whimpers, glancing at Tyler as the brunet moved his face to bury his face in Josh's neck, sucking his jawline.
"Just release on five." He mutters, his hand beginning to pump faster again. Josh cries out, similar to earlier.
"One." Tyler whispers, breathing into Josh's ear, causing him to shiver. Tyler creates a sneaky and quite visible hickey underneath Josh's ear on the start of his jawbone.
"Two." He murmurs. Josh nudges one of his hands underneath Tyler's shirt and buries his nails into Tyler's shoulder, the brunet groaning deeply at the feeling.
"T-Three, fuck." Tyler pants, Josh raking his nails down to his ribs. Tyler groans again, his voice cracking.
"Four. One more second, babe." Tyler tells him, Josh whining in response, his stomach pooling deeply, holding back from releasing for Tyler's sake.
"I-I can't –Tyler. I'm…I—!" He cries between erratic breaths. Tyler chuckles.
"Five."
Josh's hips stutter, cumming all over Tyler's fist and his abdomen.
"Fuck!" He practically screams, Tyler smirking as he jerked him a few more times, getting him off of his high. Tyler removes his hand from Josh's length, licking off the cum that covered his hand. Josh watches him with a red face, Tyler biting his lip.
"You like watchin' me do that?" He questions with a grin, Josh's eyes widening.
"I-I…" He stutters, his breath hitching as Tyler cleans off the cum on his stomach with his tongue. Josh shivers, Tyler takes the time to make more hickeys along the shorter boy's stomach, Josh not even giving an ounce of thought of someone being able to notice. He seemed to do that a lot, lately.
Tyler laid down next to him, listening to Josh breathing. Josh felt slightly awkward now, as if this was the part where Tyler was supposed to randomly cuddle with him and they fall asleep like some romantic cliché.
His cheeks flushed red, feeling colder, whereas Tyler wasn't hovering above him and sharing body heat. Josh reluctantly did so, but he rolled over to face Tyler, burying his face into the brunet's side. Tyler blushes a bit, but he doesn't mind his presence, slinking an arm around Josh.
Then a question appears in his mind, is he getting a bit…too comfortable?
"Joshua William Dun, is that a hickey?"
Josh freezes, his siblings and parents now staring at him intently from his spot at the dinner table. His whole face burns, and he tries to recall it.
"W-What?" He asks innocently. Mr. Dun eyes his neck, spotting the hickey right underneath his ear, where Tyler had left it. Josh now remember the brunet's sneaky move, anger boiling in his head, Tyler had obviously done that on purpose.
"You have some explaining to do, Joshua." Ashley mocks him. Josh stands up, rushing into the bathroom. He closes the door, seeing the bruise on his skin in the mirror. He groans in frustration. He spots a bit of purple poking out from under the collar of his shirt. He pulls his collar down, his eyes widening at the dark purple hickey on his collarbone.
"Dammit, Tyler." He mumbles. He lifts up his shirt to his ribs, his eyes bulging out at the hickeys littering his stomach.
"Shit." He curses, seeing more purple sticking out from the hem of his jeans. He dares to look, pushing his jeans down so that more of his pelvis was showing. sure enough, hickeys. Everywhere.
"Fuck."
Josh was definitely getting the message that Tyler liked to mark his territory.
Josh
You're an asshole
Tyler
Woah there, what'd I do?
Josh
made thE MOST VISIBLE HICKEY EVER TO EXIST
Tyler
oh
…oops?
At least that might keep away Lydia
Josh
smH
Tyler
…are there anymore hickeys I left?
Josh
Yes, fuckface
IMAGE SENT
Tyler
IMAGE RECEIVED
Oh fuck
Bitches and hoes better back the fuck up
You're mine now
Josh
I'm not your property
Tyler
Your hickeys and moans of acceptance say otherwise
Josh
Ugh
Tyler
So, lover boy, are you going to the basketball game tomorrow?
Josh
the one at school?
Yeah, Lydia cheers for the school's team and she gets pissy if I don't go
Tyler
Well luckily for you, your 'gf' not annoying you isn't the only thing you can get out of the basketball game
Josh
Oh?
Tyler
Remember? I play basketball, Joshy
Bet you'd love to watch me get all sweaty
Josh
.
Tyler
Do you know where the locker rooms are
Josh
yes
Tyler
You'll know where to find me
Josh had never been so thankful for his sisters, the two willing to cover up the hickey to save him from inevitable embarrassment. He wore a sweater today, and since it hung so carelessly, he wore an undershirt underneath so that it covered his bruised collarbone. Josh glanced at himself in the mirror, sighing slightly. His hair had begun to fade into a blondish color, small bits of dark green now a pastel mint. He didn't mind it, but he didn't like it, either. He sighs again, checking the time. He still has an hour or two, being that he got up early as all living hell.
"Hey, Ma!" He shouts, his mother yelling back at him from downstairs.
"What?!"
"Are there directions on the back of the hair dye box on how to get the dye out?"
Tyler snuck through the hallways and to Josh's locker. He couldn't see the blond-green hair anywhere, frustration taking over.
"Tryin' to hide…?" He mumbles to himself, questionably.
"Not really."
Tyler jumps as he hears Josh's voice, snapping around, met with curly dark brown hair, not blond.
"You took the dye out?"
Josh nods.
"Yea." He says. Tyler looks him up and down and holy hell, his curly hair and sweater paws and shortness mixing together made Tyler's heart clench. How could he be so…punk one moment and utterly adorable the next? Tyler tried to push away his thoughts, specifically the ones screaming to kiss him and cuddle him like a five-year-old to a teddy bear. Well, with his chocolate eyes and spruce hair, he might as well be a teddy bear.
An involuntary blush dusts Tyler's cheeks, trying to restock his confident attitude, but god, Josh just randomly knocks it down. Successfully, too.
"I, uh…I like it." Tyler tells him, badly wanting to run his fingers through the curly hair. He's had the opportunity plenty of times, he just hasn't used it. Josh thanks him.
"So, how'd you hide the hickey?" Tyler questions, a smirk taking over the blush. Josh noticeably becomes agitated, actually liking the taller brunet's awkwardness.
"My sisters covered it for me." He answers. Tyler nods, glancing around.
"Wanna skip first period?" He asks. Josh furrows his eyebrows.
"I don't want to miss my classes, Ty-" Josh squeaks and bites his lip midsentence, feeling Tyler suddenly squeeze his butt. Josh glances up at him, his hazel eyes lustful. Josh knows he truly shouldn't, but he allows the brunet to drag him away.
"Mr. Shirley, can I go to the bathroom?" Dallon asks his teacher.
He and Ashley went off to find Josh this morning, being unsuccessful. They'd suggested that maybe he was tired and slept in. His teacher nods, giving him a hall pass.
Dallon thanks him, leaving the classroom. he walks to the bathroom, doing his business and such, walking out. He walks past a janitor's closet, freezing as the door shakes a bit. He turns around, hearing a quiet moan, oddly recognizing the sound of Josh's voice. He walks back to the door, carefully grasping the handle, twisting it and peeking in.
He's actually genuinely surprised, his eyes widening as he sees Josh pinned against the wall, not forced, though, his arms are slung over shoulders, Tyler's shoulders, to be specific. One of Tyler's hands are up his shirt, his fingertips grazing over his skin, the other is tangled in his brown hair, occasionally pulling. Dallon can clearly see their hips rocking together, both moaning against the other's lips, whereas they're making out slowly paced. Dallon thought about interrupting to embarrass them, but he immediately changed his mind as Tyler slipped a hand into Josh's jeans.
Dallon waits patiently, biting off of his apple. He's decided to tell Ashley about what he saw, to let her know that their plan had worked. The blue haired girl plops down next to him.
"So, what have you been dying to tell me, gay boy?" She questions. Dallon grins.
"It worked." Is all he says. Ashley quirks an eyebrow.
"What?" She quizzes. Dallon sighs, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear.
"I caught Tyler and Josh making out in the janitor's closet!" He quietly exclaims, Ashley's face lighting up.
"What?! No way!" She exclaims, her expression happy. Dallon nods.
"Um, yes way. Tyler's hand was literally down his pants!" He tells her, Ashley's hand flying over her mouth.
"Who did what now?" Josh's voice asks, sitting across from his friends. They straighten up.
"Dallon choked on a grape." She tells him, giggling at the thought of the extremely tall boy falling like a giraffe. Josh snorts.
"Okay, then. So, how're you guys?" He asks.
"Great now that you're actually not in lunch detention!" Ashley sasses, Josh holding his hands up in defense.
"My bad." He starts, a voice breaking in the air.
"Joshy!"
There's two people who call him that, and here comes the one that's not Tyler.
Lydia approaches him, sitting on his right side.
"Where have you been?" She questions.
"Lunch detention." Josh answers simply, hearing conversation making its way to the table. He glances up, grinning again as he sees Pete and Brendon.
"Hey dudes!" Pete greets, him and Brendon sitting on Josh's left side, Brendon closest to Josh. Josh does notice Lydia eyeing up his friends, his stomach churning. Although he may have been getting with Tyler lately, it still appeared as if Lydia had ideas in her head before they even said hello.
"So, you guys wanna come to my place on Saturday? we can hangout and eat pizza and stuff." Pete explains, Brendon nodding along.
"Sounds fun." A new voice cracks in, Josh feeling tense as Tyler sits next to Dallon. This is when Dallon wants to glance at Ashley and grin like children who've gotten away with something, but he doesn't, instead seeing how Lydia was checking out all the new guys surrounding her, feeling angry. Pete chuckles.
"Oh, hey Tyler! You wanna come too?" He questions. Tyler nods, his smirk not as wide as usual, at least to Josh. Dallon could feel Tyler glaring at Lydia, trying to hide his grin at all the pissy and jealous vibes Tyler is giving off as Lydia places a hand on Josh's shoulder, whispering something into his ear, his face flushing red. Tyler breaks off a piece of Styrofoam from his tray, his knuckles white as he clutches it in his hands. Dallon slightly feels bad for him, landing a hand on his shoulder. Tyler jumps a bit, glancing up.
"Whatever she said couldn't have been that bad. You and I, especially you, know that Josh gets flustered easily." Dallon murmurs to Tyler, the brunet nodding and loosening up.
"Yeah."
Dallon begins to wonder, is Tyler getting attached?
The whistle blew for final round, Josh watching as the basketball was passed between multiple players, the crowd cheering for their team. The cheerleaders screamed out chants for success, Josh's eyes scanning through the many players, his eyes landing on Tyler. The blond-brunet was slipping through the players, and he snatched the ball from visiting team. The whole left side of the gym, and including Josh, began to scream for Tyler to score a point. If Tyler scored this point, home team would win, if not, visiting would.
And Josh could feel anticipation lift off his shoulders as Tyler weaved through the players, dribbling the ball. He came face to face with defense, the visiting team player ready to snatch the ball, or at least try. Anticipation weighted Josh's shoulders, and he couldn't help but yell out for Tyler to score it.
It was almost as if he heard him, because that exact moment, Tyler sprung up and threw the ball to the hoop and past defense's hands. It was like time slowed, and Josh had never felt so much anticipation for a basketball game. And one, two, three, four, five, the ball fell into the hoop!
Everyone screamed out, Josh included, Tyler's team yelling and high-fiving Tyler and fist bumping him. Tyler heaved out sweaty breaths, wiping his face off with the bottom of his shirt. Tyler seemed quite shocked as the team suddenly lifted him up, a trophy handed to the group. this wasn't rare for their team, honestly. Josh just never knew Tyler was on the team. It amazed him, really, the blond-brunet so successful with his teammates and winning practically every game.
Josh remembered, Dallon used to play on the team for a while because he was so tall, and during that time they lost a game, and Dallon was always pink faced and heavy breathing after practice every day after. They definitely treated their players like real ones, here, making sure they never lost.
After the crowd began to leave, Josh weaved through the bleachers, trying to go unnoticed from Lydia as she talked to someone. Josh successfully slipped to the front of the boy's locker room, waiting patiently. He got a few questions looks from team players as they passed him on their way in and out, making Josh feel a bit anxious, knowing that people knew wasn't supposed to be back here.
"Lover boy, you made it." A tired voice breathed, Josh turning around to see Tyler. Josh felt a bit bitter, the brunet glancing down at him.
"You, uh, y-you did good." Josh awkwardly smiles, Tyler chuckling in reply.
"Thanks, babe." Tyler says, wearing a lopsided grin as he used the nickname. "Now, I do believe we talked about something…?"
Josh blushes.
"…yeah…" He mumbles, not too good with the 'sexual talk' situations. Tyler chuckles again, his grin turned to a smirk. Tyler opened the locker room's door, peaking around the room before pulling in Josh. Josh was surprised at how quickly the team for through their clothes and things packed, but Josh could assume it was because of how badly they probably wanted to go home and sleep forever.
Tyler locked the door to the big room, Josh sitting on a bench in the room, red faced and fidgeting with his sweater paws. Tyler approaches Josh a bit from afar, the darker haired brunet standing up. Tyler smirks as Josh walks to him, a bit hesitant as his hands fall onto his shoulders. Josh thought he must've gotten shorter, because he had to actually stand on his tippy toes in order to kiss Tyler. the taller brunet pushed him back onto his heels, making it easier for both of them as Tyler leans downward.
Josh began to slowly push Tyler to the wall, the blond-brunet slightly shocked at this, but nonetheless taking baby steps backwards. Tyler hit the wall with his back, Josh's hands still on his shoulders, now sliding down his chest and stomach. Josh let his hands fall to the waistband of Tyler's basketball shorts, playing with the hem of the blond-brunet's boxers, whereas they stuck out. Tyler felt a rush of surprise as Josh dropped to his knees, glancing up at him with puppy eyes that made Tyler's heart clench.
God, he looks so innocent, Tyler thinks to himself as Josh slowly tugs down his loosely hung shorts. they fall around Tyler's ankles, Josh's face becoming bright red as he sees Tyler's hard on through his boxers. Tyler chuckles at his reaction, the shorter boy placing his hands in the hem of Tyler's boxers, a bit unsure. he's never exactly given a blowjob, before.
Tyler watched him, letting him make his own decisions. He could tell that this was no doubt the first time Josh was doing something like this, he was so hesitant, it was obvious. Honestly, Tyler doesn't think he'd give anyone else this much patience if they were on their knees and in front of him, but Josh seemed to have all these exceptions.
Josh very carefully pulled Tyler's boxers down, Tyler biting his lip as his length was revealed, his boxers now with his shorts at his ankles. Josh's face was so red, a cherry might've been jealous, honestly.
"You don't have to." Tyler quickly tells him.
"I want to." Josh replies, Tyler shutting up. Josh slightly gulps, leaning his face forward and pinning Tyler's hips to the wall. he pushes out his tongue, experimentally running it around the tip. Tyler gasps, immediate pleasure overcoming him. Josh furrows his eyebrows, repeating this action and tonguing the slit a small bit. That truly caught Tyler's attention, the taller boy moaning softly. Josh decided he enjoys the sound, running his tongue along the base. Tyler's jaw falls open, his eyes now closed. Josh begins to lap his tongue over the tip, Tyler humming in pleasure.
Tyler would beg him to quit teasing, but he assumes that because this is Josh's first time giving a blowjob, he's most likely curious what moves do what. Tyler whimpers as Josh begins to circle the slit with the tip of his tongue, the blond-brunet biting his lip, harshly. Josh finally wraps his lips around the tip, Tyler's breath hitching. Josh slides his tongue around him, Tyler making small noises. Josh clutches his hips, taking more into his mouth, trying remember what Tyler did. He slowly brings his head back and pushes it forward, repeating this action as his mouth is wide open, some of Tyler's length on his tongue. Tyler breathily moans as Josh takes in more, bobbing his head back and forth.
"Fuck." He curses, tangling a hand in Josh's dark curls. Josh whimpers as Tyler pulls on his hair, taking that as a sign to take in more. Tyler moans harshly, Josh taking in what he could with tears in his eyes as Tyler hit past the back of his throat. Josh's nose nudged as the space between Tyler's hips, Tyler looking down.
"Fuck, taking it all, huh, princess?"
Josh whimpers a bit in reply, and Tyler shudders as he feels Josh swallowing his spit around him, the shorter boy beginning to bob his head again, slower this time. Tyler moans loudest, now, Josh feeling precum dripping down his throat. Tyler ached to fuck his mouth, reluctant and holding back, knowing this was Josh's first time. Tyler may have been needy, but he was still considerate. Josh suddenly hums around him, making Tyler's back arch forward, crying out, slightly.
"F-Fuck, Josh." Tyler stammers. Pulling Josh's hair harsher, Josh whimpering softly. Josh moves to focus on the tip again, sucking hard and using his tongue on the slit.
"J-Josh, god." Tyler heaves out, pleasure coursing throughout his veins. Tyler's hips slightly shutter underneath Josh's hold, the familiar pooling feeling I his stomach.
"I'm gonna c-cum." Tyler warns him. But Josh doesn't pull off, in fact, he sucks as hard as he can take all of Tyler back into his mouth. Tyler's eyes screw shut, his body twitching.
"Josh!" he moans, releasing down the shorter boy's throat. Tyler pants, Josh slowly standing and pulling up Tyler's shorts and boxers. Their eyes meet, Josh wiping away the leftover cum and spit on his own chin. Tyler tips Josh's chin up, connecting their lips again. he can taste himself on Josh's lips, Josh desperately leaning against him. Tyler unusually cups Josh's cheeks, deepening the kiss. This was… slow and passionate.
And Tyler kind of wanted it to stay that way.
Josh sighs, his head leaning back into the beanbag he was currently sitting on, sighing softly. He was at Pete's place with other friends, the group liking the idea of a sleepover, also a bit of a congrats to Tyler (although, there was no doubt Josh already gave him some appreciation). He still couldn't believe Pete's mother was willing to let all seven teenagers spend the weekend at her house, it would've been five (Pete, Brendon, Josh, Tyler and Ashley), but Pete invited two other friends named Gerard and Frank.
They had at least six two liters of mountain dew and four pizza boxes on their way from pizza hut, all seven teens huddled into Pete's quite spacey room. right now, Dallon and frank were fighting against each other in round three on mortal combat. Dallon was playing as subzero and frank as nick cage.
Brendon, Pete and Ashley were screaming at Dallon to use better moves whilst Tyler and Gerard yelled on each side of frank's head on what buttons to press. Josh chuckles at the situation, closing his eyes. He'd never played video games too much, but he knew some simple ones like halo, destiny, super smash bros, Mario cart, etc. Other than that, Josh shied away from those things, really more interested in music and art, he just never had the will or took the chance to attempt to those.
Dallon ended up winning, ending the final round with the narrator's overly dramatic voice saying, "bloody fatality" as subzero literally pulled out nick cage's spine, Josh's eyes opening as he heard Dallon, Ashley, Pete and Brendon all cheering. Gerard playfully slapped Frank on the back of the head, the dark-haired male cheesing it up at the other's action.
There was obviously something going on between those two, Josh could tell as Gerard placed his hand on frank's shoulder, the blush on frank's cheeks saying so much than Josh bet he could. Speaking of blushing, Josh's cheeks began to redden as Tyler made his way over to him.
"Scooch." The taller brunet demands, Josh scoffing in a joking manner as he made room for Tyler on the beanbag. Tyler plopped down with him, their bodies extremely warm. Josh uncomfortably shifted so that his arms were awkwardly close to his chest, Tyler's lazily stretching, one around Josh.
"So, lover boy." Tyler starts. "Did you have fun in the closet with me?"
He winks, Josh unable to think about the pun he made with his literal-ness.
"Or did you like the postgame after party?"
Josh snorts, ignoring his own blush.
"The closet was okay…" He lies, because that second hand job was more than just okay, it felt absolutely amazing. Tyler gasps.
"Rude. I don't put lotion on to make my hands soft for no reason." He grunts, Josh rolling his eyes. "You use lotion?"
Tyler nods, laying a hand on Josh's lower thigh with his palm facing up, gesturing for him to touch it. Josh lays his fingers in Tyler's palm, feeling his smooth skin. He didn't notice the blond-brunet blushing profusely, goose bumps rising on his tan skin as the pads of Josh's soft fingers caressed his hand. Tyler secretly itched to snatch the dark-haired brunet's hand into his own, ignoring those thoughts as his fingers slightly twitched. Josh seems to realize how long he's bee touching his hand, his arm retracting.
"U-Um, yea, they-they are s-soft." Josh stammers. Tyler's cockiness builds up again.
"You don't look so comfortable." He mentions, gesturing to how Josh sat, squished against Tyler on the beanbag, his arms awkwardly angled on his chest.
"Wanna sit on my lap, baby boy?"
Josh's face turns red, squeaking aloud.
"T-There's other people in the room…" He says, quietly. Tyler snorts.
"Josh, everyone in this room is gay. They won't care." The blond-brunet shrugs. Josh bites his lip before awkwardly standing up, his face pure red. Tyler eyes up his ass the whole time, watching as Josh carefully sat down in his lap. Tyler smirks.
"See babe, they're still playing their game."
Tyler points to their group of friends, now Ashley and Pete playing against each other. But Tyler was correct, none of their friends paying too much mind to them.
Josh ignores him, leaning back against Tyler and causing the younger to fall back onto the beanbag. Josh smirks as he successfully had trapped Tyler underneath him.
"Still want me to sit on you?"
Tyler chuckles.
"Depends, where would you sit?" He questions slyly, Josh's face reddening again.
"I hate you." The shorter boy mumbles, Tyler grinning as he kisses the back of Josh's head—somewhat instinctively—and sliding his arms around Josh's waist. They both became a bit too comfortable with this, Josh biting his lip to not smile.
"I didn't know you guys were together?" A voice rasps, Josh and Tyler opening their eyes to see frank with a small smile.
"We're not." Tyler says. "Just two bros getting comfy."
Frank scoffing, playfully.
"You look like two bros who are too comfy."
Josh cuts in.
"Shush, Frank, I see how you look at Gerard, and not at all in a bro way."
Tyler snickers at Josh, frank's cheeks turning bright red.
"I-I, uh, um…" Frank stutters. He slips away to the group, Tyler and Josh giggling.
"Nice one." Tyler tells him, Josh shrugging and rolling around so that he and Tyler were stomach to stomach. Tyler sighs softly, their eyes falling into each other's gaze. Tyler's stomach bubbles a bit, feeling his own lips tingle.
"C-Could you get up for a moment?" Tyler questions. Josh nods, getting off of Tyler and letting the blond-brunet up. Tyler hooks a finger underneath the hem of Josh's sweater, pulling him into Pete's bathroom. Josh sighs almost immediately.
"Tyler, we don't have time to—" Josh is cut off after Tyler locks the door, the taller boy cupping his cheeks and connecting their lips. Josh gasps slightly, his hands reaching up and grabbing onto Tyler's shirt.
Tyler slides one of his hands through Josh's hair, pushing him against the counter. Josh puts a hand on the counter for support, his other hand clutching Tyler's shoulder. Tyler rubs his tongue against Josh's bottom lip, the older boy, of course, opening his mouth and allowing Tyler's tongue to slip in.
It begins to slow down, Tyler softly caressing Josh's cheeks and starting to slow their kiss. Josh very hesitantly pulls away for a moment, locking eyes.
"W-What're…?" He trails off. Tyler kisses him again.
"I just want to…kiss."
So, they did.
Ashley threw her hands up in victory.
"Yes!" She shouts, watching scorpion tear noob into two. Dallon and Brendon hoot, Pete, Frank and Gerard groaning at the blonde's loss. Ashley turns around.
"I can't believe I—" She stops, no longer seeing Tyler and Josh. She cocks her head, realization setting over her.
"I'll be back guys." She says. "I gotta use the bathroom."
She wonders out of the room, Gerard taking her place to fight against Frank. She hums in curiosity, freezing as she heard a small squeaking sound, like a sweaty hand on a quartz counter.
"Ty!" She hears, the voice quiet and raspy, small giggles being shared. She rolls her eyes, approaching the bathroom. She listens.
"Sorry." She recognizes Tyler's voice, hearing a giggle again, this time from Josh. She smirks, knowing that the two obviously have interacted before.
"Okay, catch me this time?" Josh questions. Tyler hums a yes, hearing him count.
"One…two…three!" Tyler whisper-yells, hearing a small grunt and shoes squeak. A little sigh of victory is released between the boys.
"There we go." Tyler says, Ashley assuming that Josh may have jumped onto him, or on the counter…it's hard to tell.
Josh giggles again, his giggle fading softly as she could hear the sound of lips together. She snorts, pondering whether or not she should leave them here. She decides not to, for their sake, so that no one else would become suspicious. She knocks, hearing a gasp and a curse, shoes rushingly hitting the floor. The door knob jiggles slightly before opening, Tyler staring at Ashley with wide eyes. she can see how swollen his lips are, his cheeks red.
"Jesus Christ, were you kissing or kissing?" She quirks an eyebrow, Tyler nervously chuckling and opening the door more, Josh coming into view. His pale skin, besides his pink face, made his swollen lips more visible.
"H-Hi." Josh stutters. Ashley rolls her eyes,
"Don't worry, I won't tell the guys." She relieves, the two sighing thankfully.
A yell erupts from downstairs.
"Kiddos!" Pete's dad yells. "Food!"
Ashley looks expectantly at them.
"Hurry up." She says, going downstairs. Josh glances at Tyler, the blond-brunet smirking.
"C'mon." He nods his head, Josh following him. The other guys meet up with them on their way downstairs, the herd of teenagers all grouping downstairs. Andrew's eyes widen at his brother's amount of friends.
"Jesus, mum, I didn't know we were feeding a pack of wild animals." He jokes. Tyler quirks up the corner of his upper lip, snapping his teeth together, the group chuckling. Pete's dad laughs, his eyes searching over the group.
"Hey, where's your boyfriend? what's his name? Frederick?"
Pete sighs.
"Patrick, dad. And he's on vay-k in Cali for the week, or he'd be here." Pete explains, missing his boyfriend. Ashley pats his shoulder, Pete smiling at her.
After they all ate pizza, that were allowed to take two of the two liters to Pete's room since there's a big group of them.
"I like your parents." Ashley says, sipping her mountain dew. Josh nods in agreement, his fingers being the only thing visible poking out from his sweater paws, unnoticeably leaving Tyler a gushing and blushing mess.
"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Pete asks. They shrug, Brendon piping up.
"Hey, we could go to that park down the street." He suggests, the group sharing murmurs of yeses. They all stand up, going out the door. Pete yells to his parents that they're leaving for a few, them all walking down the street. Now, it'd be an adult's nightmare, seeing a group of teenagers walking down the street, especially when some of them have dyed hair and piercings. Josh glances up, looking at the stars. He looks to Tyler next, the taller boy walking closely so that their shoulders occasionally bump together. The street light illuminated his features well, Josh blushing a bit, seeing the lights reflecting in Tyler's chocolatey eyes.
Josh feels his heart skip a beat, quickly looking away, trying distract himself with thoughts and reminders of his girlfriend.
This is just a fling, he tells himself. I have a girlfriend who is not cheating on me and loves me.
He catches up to the front of the group, leaving Tyler strayed in the back with his heart twisting a bit.
Tyler sat on a bench while the rest of the group lollygagged on the playground equipment, trying to think. He sighs.
Why does it hurt? He questions himself, thinking of when Josh goes to do something on his own. Am I getting too clingy? Is it driving him away?
The blond-brunet sighs shakily, propping up a hand and resting his head on it. He can't help but tell himself that he caused some issue, most likely bring to clingy or too attached. But then he starts questioning himself again.
Am I getting too attached?
Josh really can't fight off the sirens in his head telling him to go sit next to Tyler. He can't. So, he wonders away from the group, plopping next to Tyler. He feels bad for straying him earlier, poking the boy's shoulder. Tyler glances at him, seeming a bit surprised before swallowing thickly.
"H-Hey." He says, his voice slightly choked up. Josh doesn't know exactly why, but he scoots himself into Tyler's lap and hugs him. Tyler's face bursts into a shade of red, nonetheless, excepting the hug. He sneaks a kiss on Josh's forehead, the shorter boy smiling, not even realizing he is.
"C'mere." Josh says, getting up. Tyler follows him, the darker brunet leading him underneath one of the playsets, crawling under a huge plastic dinosaur staircase, their skin poked by mulch. They sit in the dark space, Josh eventually crawling back into Tyler's lap, sitting on his thighs. Tyler smirks, one of his hands finding their way to Josh's hips. the other holds Josh's chin, swiping his thumb over Josh's bottom lip.
Tyler gently pushes Josh over so he's lying on the ground, pulling up his sweater. Josh gasps slightly as he feels Tyler's lips peppering along his stomach, his fingertips grazing his skin. Josh arches his back as Tyler begins suck on his flesh, bruising marks into his stomach. Josh whimpers softly, Tyler placing multiple hickeys on his stomach. He pushes Josh's sweater up more, creating a few hickeys in the center of Josh's chest. He pushes down Josh's shirt, kissing up his jaw.
"I wanna hickey up your thighs so bad." Tyler confesses into Josh's ear, the boy underneath him whimpering in response. "And I wanna pin you to a bed and pleasure you."
Tyler carries on, Josh's breath hitching and whimpering more.
"T-Ty…"
Tyler chuckles, kissing Josh's neck.
"You'd love that, yeah? Being powerless under me, just like you are now…" Tyler smirks more, one of his hands gliding down Josh's torso. Tyler bites his lip.
"Too bad you've got a girlfriend, right?" He says, sitting up and getting off of him. Josh whimpers sharply.
"D-Don't do that!" He whines, desperately crawling into Tyler's lap. Tyler cocks an eyebrow, Josh pouting. Josh suddenly straddles Tyler's hips, daringly, Tyler feeling an obvious boner in his pants. Josh gingerly bounces in Tyler's lap, the younger boy gasping. Josh repeats this action, slowly beginning to grind against him.
"Fuck." Tyler mumbles, gripping his hips. Josh clutches Tyler's shoulders, burying his face into his neck and panting.
"Mm, Josh." Tyler breathes out, bringing his hips up to meet Josh's.
"F-Fuck, I…mm." Josh incoherently whines, knocking their hips together.
"What're you gonna do if they find us, Joshy?" Tyler mumbles in his ear. Josh whimpers quietly.
Voices begin to shout.
"Josh! Tyler! Guys, no fucking in the park, c'mon!"
Josh sighs, Tyler rolling his eyes.
"Let's go." He says, the two slowly creeping out from underneath.
Oh yes, it was more than obvious to the others that the two had something going on.
Later that night, the teens all walked back to Pete's house and attempted to pull an all-nighter, which ended with them all falling asleep. And maybe Josh and Tyler cuddling on a beanbag, but they wouldn't admit it. Currently, they all sat outside, laying in Pete's yard under the sun. Tyler glances at Josh, quirking an eyebrow as he sees the boy shivering slightly, although he's wearing a sweater.
"Ty." He whines, flapping his sweater paws. "M'cold!"
Tyler rolls his eyes, blushing a bit as Josh rolls over to him and nuzzles his face into Tyler's shoulder. Tyler smiles softly, staring at the curly brunet, his heart fluttering. He doesn't even realize how much of a dreamy way he's looking at him, as if he'd just spread out golden wings and descended from heaven itself. Josh picks up his head a little, lifting open his honey whiskey eyes and locking contact with Tyler's. He smiles and giggles, his eyes scrunching up, resulting with Tyler's heart aching in his chest.
Tyler turns his body to Josh's, both unaware of their friends' eyes on them. Tyler chuckles, sneakily kissing Josh on the nose. Josh giggles more, playing with Tyler's shirt, and it was that moment, Josh forgot he had a girlfriend, or that Lydia even existed. All that zoomed through his mind was Tyler.
"GAY!" Pete shouts, making them both jump and the others laugh. Tyler and Josh awkwardly scoot away from each other, both blushing, Josh more than Tyler.
"Josh, I thought you had a girlfriend?" Brendon mentions, Josh blushing more.
"I-I do!"
Tyler scowls at the reminder, sighing deeply. No one really seems to notice the blond-brunet's frustration, him staring at the sky. He questions what it would be like if he just…kissed Josh in front of Lydia. If he flipped her off and held his hand. God, he would love that.
"Hey, 're you guys going home today?" Pete questions.
"Yeah, why? D'ya want us all gone already?" Ashley jokes. Pete awkwardly laughs.
"He-heh…it's just—Patrick's coming back today, and, you know." He explains, Brendon wiggling his eyebrows. Dallon chuckles at Brendon, Brendon joining in his laughter. Josh suddenly pulls out his phone, checking it. He sits up.
"Hey guys, I gotta head home." He says, the other sitting up now, as well. Josh stands up, Tyler immediately standing up, too.
"C-Can I walk you home?" He quickly asks, everyone else smirking at each other. Josh flushes slightly.
"Y-Yeah!" He squeaks, glancing at their friends. "Well, uh, we're gonna go. bye guys."
Josh waves, Tyler waving at them, too. They say goodbye in unison, the two brunets beginning to walk down the street.
As soon as they're down the corner of the street, out of the group's view, Tyler tugs Josh by the collar and brings their lips together. Josh gasps, grabbing onto the sides of Tyler's shirt. Tyler moves a hand to Josh's cheek, his opposite arm wrapped around Josh's torso, dipping him down slightly. Josh giggles suddenly, his leg hooking around Tyler's.
"Disney princess style, huh?" Josh quizzes, playing with the hair above Tyler's neck. Tyler grins.
"You know it, princess."
Josh blushes, Tyler swinging him back up. as soon as he's standing up, Tyler is kissing him again, caressing his cheeks. Josh giggles softly, melting into the slow kiss, his hands on Tyler's chest.
"I jus' wan' keep kissing you…" Tyler mumbles against his lips, Josh smiling and humming in agreement.
So yes, they stood there, passionately kissing on a street corner. eventually, they parted, Tyler not letting go of Josh's cheeks.
"Ty." Josh giggles. "Let go of m'face."
This makes Tyler playfully groan.
"Do I have to?" He grumbles, kissing Josh again. "I don't think m'ready to stop kissing."
Tyler starts kissing Josh more. Josh giggles again, Tyler practically falling apart at the lovely sound. Josh had begun to forget his family had messaged him, his arms wrapping around Tyler's neck and of course, standing on his tippy toes to kiss the taller boy.
Tyler currently carried Josh on his back, the shorter boy's legs wrapped around his waist, his arms slung over his shoulders with his face buried in Tyler's back. Tyler honestly didn't even try to force away the butterflies in his stomach, or the blush on his cheeks and the grin on his lips. Not even how his heart fluttered, because he was starting to like how it all felt. overwhelming it may be, but he's begun to love the way Josh's lips feel against his, how the boy begins to form a blush at every little thing, his sweet almond-honey eyes and curly spruce hair…
Tyler's got it bad.
"Ty?" Josh says, his chin now on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler grins more.
"Yeah?" Josh rests his head where his chin was.
"Do you wanna…s-stay over for a few?" He shyly questions, Tyler feeling those butterflies multiply. He hums happily.
"Of course, Joshy." He glances at him, "Anything to get alone time with you."
He winks, Josh's cheeks turning redder.
C'mon, he's still gotta let that fuckboy persona slip in, right?
Eventually, they arrive at Josh's house, Tyler carefully setting him down. Oh, and of course, once Josh is on his feet, Tyler is kissing him. Josh giggles immediately at how the taller boy just seems to do this on instinct, kissing him back.
"You like to kiss, don't you?" Josh asks, still kissing him.
"Only you, baby boy. Only you…" Tyler mumbles against his lips.
Once they pull away, they walk up the driveway, Tyler right behind Josh. Josh pulls a key out of his pocket, unlocking the front door. He opens up the door and steps inside, Tyler following him. Tyler glances around at his house, seeing a kitchen down one hall and a livingroom down the other. Josh goes into the livingroom, seeing his dad on the couch with his sister asleep on him.
"Hey dad." Josh greets, his dad smiling.
"Hey, Josh! who's behind ya?" He questions. Tyler waves.
"M'Tyler." He introduces himself, his dad nodding to him.
"Your mom okay with you over here?" Josh's dad asks. Tyler chuckles.
"Yeah." He says.
"Alrighty. You have fun at Pete's house?" He asks Josh. Josh nods.
"We played mortal combat and ate pizza." He explains, lightly.
"Cool, cool. which one?"
Josh shrugs.
"I dunno, I didn't play." He mentions.
"Whaaat? You used to love that game!" His dad snorts, Tyler chuckles. He could tell already that his dad was a pretty laid-back guy.
"Okay, you, kiddos go hang out and whatever." He shoos them away, Josh giggling. Tyler and Josh go upstairs, Tyler suddenly itching to grab the boy's hand. They go into Josh's room, Tyler plopping down on Josh's bed and patting his lap.
"C'mere, babe." He gestures, Josh blushing and closing the door. Tyler smirks when he even locks it, Josh walking over to Tyler. He sits down in Tyler's lap, wrapping his legs around his waist. Tyler cups Josh's cheeks per usual, gingerly bringing their lips together. Oh-so slowly they kiss, Tyler running his fingers through Josh's hair. Tyler leans back, his back hitting the mattress, Josh clutching his shoulders. Tyler licks his bottom lip, Josh whimpers quietly, parting his lips and allowing Tyler's tongue to slip in. Tyler tangles his fingers in Josh's curls, his other hand cupping the back of Josh's neck. Josh suddenly moans, Tyler unable to help but smirk, Josh's cheeks flushing rosette. Tyler chuckles.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Josh blushes more. Tyler kissing his forehead and sitting them up. Josh lays his head against Tyler's chest, causing Tyler to smile. Tyler feels his cheeks become a little warm.
"Do, uh, you wanna…um… c-cuddle?"
Josh lifts his head up, his face still red.
"Y-Yeah. I-I'd like that." He smiles, slightly, Tyler's heart fluttering. He scoots into the center of the bed and leans back into the blankets, his head hitting the pillows. Tyler rolls onto his side, Josh snuggling up to him. The blond-brunet smiles, nuzzling his face into Josh's hair. Josh buries his face in Tyler's chest, inhaling his cologne. Josh realizes something; he's never been this comfortable with Lydia. Like they kiss and sometimes hug, but…they never do actual couple stuff. To add on, he's begun to feel more uncomfortable with her. And then there's Tyler—and suddenly he's wanting lips on his skin and fingers tangled in his hair—to be kissed constantly, locked in school closets and after game locker rooms, pinned to the wall with Tyler's smooth, velvet voice whispering in his ear… he's become addicted to it.
As for Tyler, he just ceases to realize what all of the feelings Josh gives him mean.
That's he's…
No, no I'm not, he tells himself. But yet, he cuddles closer to Josh and presses a kiss to his hair, ignoring how his heart flutters.
Josh sighs softly, content flooding his breath. Tyler's body was nonstop, radiating heat from behind Josh. Josh could feel Tyler's small, sleepy breaths against the back of his neck, Tyler's arms holding him lazily. Their cuddling position had changed to spooning not too long ago, Tyler had tiredly mumbled his need to spoon Josh, leaving the shorter boy to giggle and cave in, nonetheless. Josh heard his own phone notify from across the bed, whining when he couldn't reach it. He leans forward, slightly, resulting in him instantly retracting as Tyler whines and nuzzles his face into Josh's bare back.
Oh, did Josh mention they were just in their boxers?
The dark-haired brunet rolls his eyes, desperately thumbing his phone closer, until he clutched it in his hand. he unlocks the screen, seeing messages from Dallon, Ashley and of course, Lydia. He purses his lips, checking his messages from Dallon and Ashley's group chat.
Ashley
Yo Dal
Dallon
What
Ashley
Have you heard from Josh?
I messaged him, but he's not answering
Dallon
Well, Tyler walked him home so
I think it's safe to say that they're in "funland"
Ashley
Tru, tru
Josh rolled his eyes at the messages, a frown gracing his lips as he pulled up Lydia's texts.
Lydia
Hey Joshy!
I'm going out w/friends today! will u come?
He chuckles, slightly. Those messages were from around two hours ago. Josh hums, deciding to leave her on read. He tosses his phone back across the bed and turns his body around, making Tyler whine.
"No…come back, little spoon…" He mumbles, Josh giggling at him.
"Ty." Josh nudges him with his nose, giggling loudly as Tyler responds by burying his face in Josh's neck.
"Get your face outta my neck." Josh says, Tyler 'eh'ing.
"I don't wanna." He continues his reluctance, Josh snorting.
"Get up, you, lazy bum."
Tyler makes a whiny noise.
"Nooo. you're warm." He says, gently squeezing the boy in his arms. Josh grunts.
"You're not gonna move, are you?" He retorts. Tyler chuckles, placing a soft kiss on Josh's neck.
"Don't plan on it, babe."
Josh sighs, rolling his eyes playfully and snuggling against Tyler. Tyler pulls his face from Josh's neck, pressing kisses along Josh's jawline and making the brunet blush. Tyler swiftly pulls him into a kiss, Josh humming, contently. Their lips softly move together, Tyler trailing his hands down to Josh's back and squeezing his ass. Josh yelps, his face red and bewildered, Tyler simply smirking.
"Rude." He says, Tyler chuckling.
They start up their kiss once more, Tyler's hands move to Josh's thighs and pull him closer. Josh's legs hook around Tyler's waist, his arms around Tyler's neck. Tyler tangles a hand in Josh's hair and tilts Josh's head back a bit, deepening the kiss. Josh whimpers softly as he feels Tyler's tongue touching his lips, parting them open. Josh blushes as Tyler's tongue slips into his mouth, his face becoming redder as their tongues brush together. Sure, they've kissed with tongue before, but Josh was always red faced at it. Tyler grips his thighs, Josh slightly squeaking and feeling Tyler, very gingerly, pull on his hair.
Tyler eventually rolls on top of Josh, his hands still holding Josh's thighs as they make out. Tyler pondered off to what'd this situation play out as if they weren't wearing boxers right now, unable to help but smirk at the thought of Josh screaming in pleasure underneath him, his back arched and head thrown back while moaning Tyler's name…
Tyler moans quietly against Josh's lips at the thought, his boxers now feeling like a burden upon humanity. He pulls his lips away from Josh's, moving his mouth onto Josh's neck, sucking hickeys into his skin and causing Josh to release heavy breaths. Tyler kisses down his chest and to his stomach, stopping at the hem of Josh's boxers.
In his mind, all he could think about was how he's about to make Josh officially his.
Tyler had never been so gentle, pressing the softest of kisses to Josh's stomach. Josh's expression twists in pain, letting out a growl of distress as Tyler oh-so carefully pushed his finger in to the second knuckle.
"It's okay, princess." Tyler soothes, Josh whimpering as Tyler continued to kiss his body. Josh squeaks.
"You c-can move." He establishes, Tyler nodding and lifting his head to connect his lips with Josh's, hoping to distract him as his finger slowly moved in and out of Josh's entrance. The blond-brunet had used extra lube on his finger, wanting the boy underneath him to be as comfortable as possible. Tyler was honestly quite surprised that Josh had lube, or maybe he was more surprised because it was vanilla scented and close to being empty.
Tyler cups Josh's cheek with his available hand, frowning at his glassy eyes. Tyler kisses his forehead, Josh erupting a painful cry as Tyler eased a second finger in. Tyler lets the brunet bite his bottom lip, wincing as Josh's teeth sunk in deeply, gingerly retracting his fingers and sliding them back in. Josh cries more, silently, Tyler kissing his cheeks.
"It's okay, it's okay." Tyler reassures. "You alright, babe?"
Josh sniffling and nodding.
"Y-Yeah." He says, his body stiffened up.
"It'll be okay, baby." Tyler murmurs in Josh's ear, allowing Josh to get used to what he's feeling.
"F-Fuck, this h-hurts." Josh stutters, tears filling the corners of his eyes. Tyler's heart ached at just even hearing Josh's voice crack, still kissing his face, comfortingly. Josh begins to release heavy breaths instead of cries, Tyler watching him carefully as he continued moving his fingers, changing the speed to a medium pace. Josh emits a slightly gruff sound. Josh bites his lip, Tyler beginning to smirk as he hears small moans that Josh seems to be fighting back. Tyler kisses his neck.
"Let it out, baby." He attempts to persuade. Josh shakes his head.
"N-No—fuck…p-parents, downstairs–oh god." Josh explains to the best he can. Tyler almost forgot that he decided to have sex with Josh when his parents were literally downstairs. Tyler chuckles nervously.
"Hold on a sec."
He pulls his fingers out of Josh, the brunet whimpering. Tyler gets up, making sure that the door is locked.
"Do you have any like…hard books in here?" He asks Josh. He tilts his head in confusion. "Just—do you?"
Josh slowly nods, gesturing his head to his closet. he couldn't really use his hands, being that, well… Tyler kinda used his belt to tie them together.
Tyler walks over to the closet, opening it and finding an old math text book with a hard cover. He grabs it, walking back to the bed. He wedges it in between the headboard and the wall, Josh starting to giggle.
"You fox, ohmygod." Josh giggles more. Tyler grins, plopping back on the bed. He thinks for a moment, grabbing Josh's sweater.
"Here." He says, holding out the sleeve, Josh biting down on it. Tyler's cheeks redden, realizing that Josh is now tied up and slightly gagged underneath him, to add on that he's fully naked with his legs spread open only made Tyler's want improve. He puts more lube on his fingers, holding them in front of Josh's entrance.
"Think you could take three?" He inquires. Josh makes a muffled sound before nodding, Tyler smiling and slowly pushing in his three fingers, Josh's back arching and his eyes brewing more tears. he makes a painful squeal around the sleeve, biting it harshly. Tyler kisses his thighs, gently bruising hickeys into the skin in more attempt to distract Josh. Eventually, Josh begins to moan softly, Tyler softly biting his thigh. Tyler speeds his fingers up, hearing Josh cry out, not in pain. Josh rocks his hips downwards, Tyler angling them and watching as Josh's eyes widened.
Josh's hips stutter, his eyes wide and pupils dilated as Tyler's fingers brush against his prostate. He moans again, louder, though. Tyler feels his fuckboy persona slipping in, smirking and pressing his lips against Josh's ear.
"You want me to fuck you?" He whispers, Josh's cheeks flushing bright red. Josh says something, but it's still muffled. Tyler pulls the sleeve from Josh's mouth.
"What was that, kitten?"
Josh seemed to stutter at the new nickname, before whispering.
"F-Fuck me." He squeaks, not at all used to saying things like this. Tyler chuckles.
"Will do."
He pulls his fingers out, Josh whimpering again. Tyler grabs the lube again, squirting some into his hand.
"You know." Tyler starts. "You look more like a cherry kinda guy."
He refers to the lube scent.
Josh blushes, rolling his eyes. Tyler begins to slick himself up, biting his lip, seeing Josh watch him closely.
"Okay, safeword?" Tyler questions. Josh seems baffled for a moment before nodding.
"Oh, uh…I dunno… uhm… chalkboard?" He says out of the blue, Tyler chuckling.
"Chalkboard it is. Mines ukulele."
Josh was going to say something else, stopping as Tyler spread his thighs far apart.
"Ready?" He asks. Josh gulps.
"I think as I'll ever be." He says. Tyler kisses his jaw.
"This is gonna hurt a lot more." He tells him, putting the sleeve back in his mouth. "You know what to do if you don't like it."
He smiles at Josh, kissing his nose.
"One…two…three." He slowly pushes the tip in, Josh groaning deeply. Tyler grazes his fingers over the curves of Josh's body, his forehead on Josh's chest, listening to his heavy and fast heartbeat.
"Shh, shh, it's gonna be okay." Tyler whispers against his skin, Josh crying out again, feeling Tyler push in a little more. "Hush, kitten."
Tyler soothes, his head now in Josh's neck, kissing over other hickeys. Tears fall from Josh's eyes, Tyler's heart hurting again. He instantly wipes the tears away, kissing Josh's forehead. Josh whimpers, Tyler gently pushing more of himself in, Josh's eyes screwing shut. Tyler pushes in until his hips are against Josh's thighs, hooking his legs around Tyler's waist. Josh pants heavily, pain raging through his veins. Josh's eyes open, him trying to spit the sleeve out. Tyler gets it for him, Josh's glassy cocoa eyes showing his pain.
"K-Kiss me?"
Tyler immediately connects their lips, slowly kissing him. Josh whimpers, his hands tugging against their restraint. Tyler grips his thighs, Josh whimpering more.
"M-Move, Ty." Josh hesitantly tells him. Tyler puts the sleeve back in Josh's mouth, kissing his cheek before lightly rolling his hips. immediate neediness for more filled Tyler, the blond-brunet holding back for Josh. Josh's eyes widened more.
"A-Again," he mumbles from under the sleeve. Tyler repeats his actions, Josh moaning in reply. Tyler smirks.
"More?" He asks, Josh nodding. Tyler thrusts in, Josh grunting with a moan. He rolls his hips against Tyler's, whimpering. Tyler firmly grabs his hips, thrusting in again.
"M-More?" Tyler heaves. Josh nods quickly, Tyler laying his forehead on Josh's. Tyler pulls back, thrusting forward and repeating this action with a slow pace. Josh moans every time, telling Tyler to go faster. Tyler obeys, quickening his pace, the bed beginning to creak. Josh's eyes roll back, attempting to meet with Tyler's thrusts.
"Fuck, kitten." Tyler moans, thrusting harder. Josh cries out in pleasure, feeling Tyler's breath on his face. Tyler pulls the sleeve out of Josh's mouth, desperately connecting their lips. Josh whimpers, moaning into Tyler's mouth. Josh's back arches upward, his hands flying to Tyler's back as Tyler slipped off the belt from around them. Tyler moans quite loudly, feeling Josh's nails digging into his skin.
"Fuck!" Tyler cries, the pain setting something inside of him off, making him pound into Josh. Josh grips Tyler's shoulders.
"Tyler, fuck!" He practically screams, the two forgetting all about his parents downstairs. Tyler pins Josh's wrists to the bed, slamming in and out of him. Josh practically screams, his nails raking down Tyler's back. This was a type of pleasure Josh had never known, the feeling making him ecstatic. The only part that Tyler was unaware of, this wasn't the first time Josh had had sex with a guy—it's the first time he's had sex ever. Tyler goes as hard as he can, panting into Josh's ear and feeling their bodies' sweat.
"F-Fuck, I-I think, fuck," Josh stammers, moaning after his sentence.
"Oh, fuck!" Josh bursts out, Tyler smirking as he realizes he's spamming into Josh's prostate.
"You know what that is, kitten?" Tyler whispers in his ear. Josh whimpers, Tyler grinning.
"That's your sweet spot."
Josh's nails break into the skin on Tyler's back, moaning like no one can hear them as Tyler repeatedly hits his prostate.
"I-I'm gonna, g-gonna." Josh can't even finish his sentence, the pleasure so overwhelming as it courses throughout his entire body. Tyler bites his lip harshly.
"C-Cum, kitten."
And Josh does, his jaw dropped and eyes shut tightly, head thrown back and back raised and oh, it's even better than Tyler imagined. The sound of his name on Josh's lips inevitably drove him insane, seeing the boy in such pleasure making his heart almost stop. Tyler continues to slam into Josh, the brunet whimpering as oversensitivity took over, his face pure red as Tyler moaned out his name, orgasming inside of him. Tyler collapses on top of him, both heaving out shallow breaths.
"Fucking hell." Josh curses, gripping his own hair. Tyler chuckles, grabbing his chin and kissing him.
"I think that was the best sex I've ever had." Tyler murmurs against his lips. "And I've had lots of sex."
Josh blushes, more in the realization that the boy on top of him just took his virginity.
"U-Uh, yeah, um, m-me too." He stammers quietly. Tyler glances at him.
"Hey, you okay?" He worries. Josh nods.
"Y-Yeah, I just, m'exhasted." He excuses, Tyler chuckling.
"Hey, I did all the work." Tyler says, Josh giggling.
"I took all the pain, so hush." Josh tells him. Tyler shrugs.
"Fair enough,"
Tyler stares at Josh, feeling his heart flutter.
Fuck, he thinks. I really am in love with this idiot.
Both had yet to even move from the bed, Josh's head on Tyler's chest, the blond-brunet humming happily as he ran his fingers through Josh's spruce colored curls. They'd meant to go downstairs earlier but in order to, Tyler would have to carry Josh, which would be an immediate giveaway.
"Does your ass feel better?" Tyler chuckles, Josh huffing.
"No, and either way, I'm too comfy." He contemplates, pulling himself on top of Tyler and cuddling his face into his chest.
"It's Saturday, anyways. just stay here and cuddle with me." Josh attempts to persuade, glancing up at Tyler with his hooded puppy eyes. Tyler blushes, looking away.
"Don't be cute, dammit." He curses, Josh giggling.
"Why not?" He asks, closing his eyes and resting one of his hands-on Tyler's chest. He could feel and hear Tyler's heartbeat, the heat of Tyler's warm skin heating his body. Tyler nervously chuckles instead.
"I-It's distracting." He jokes, Josh rolling his eyes and scoffing playfully. Josh nuzzles his face into Tyler's neck.
"Gosh, you're so warm." He says, voice a bit groggy. Tyler jumping slightly when Josh's cold nose touched his neck.
"You think so?" Tyler quizzes, Josh humming agreement.
"Yeah…" Josh mumbles, sleepily. "I just might have to stop wearing sweaters during winter if you're gonna keep me warm."
Tyler's cheeks turn red, Josh falling asleep all of a sudden, unable to realize what he's said. Long story short, fall has barely started yet, and Josh said winter. Or maybe Tyler was overthinking this. But he was technically saying he wants Tyler to stay, right?
Okay, Tyler confirms, I'm crazy.
A voice in the back of his head says, not crazy. Just in love.
Tyler wants to scream denial, but he glances down at Josh, his heart fluttering at the boy. He just lay so comfortably on Tyler, his face buried in his neck and his heart beating against Tyler's chest. Tyler chuckles at himself.
Yeah, he feels his heartbeat pick up, finally confessing to himself. I think I am crazy, for this idiot who managed to make me fall in love with him.
It was kind of awkward for Mr. Dun walking into Josh's room, more or less, these two didn't really try to be quiet, so…the people living in the house were very aware. He can tell you, the family did not ever think they'd hear their son/brother that way.
It was even more awkward when Mr. Dun caught the two cuddling, which okay, wasn't as bad compared to hearing them have sex. And he maybe ran downstairs to get his wife.
"Laura! Looklooklooklook." He says. So, she did, and she maybe took a picture, because they would not lie, the boys looked so content just cuddled up with each other. Seriously, Josh had his face buried in Tyler's neck, Tyler's arms wrapped around him, his hand lazily caught in Josh's hair. How could they not find this cute?
"How long has he been here?" Mrs. Dun gestures to Tyler, Mr. Dun snorting.
"They came back at 08:30AM, now it's five in the afternoon. These two have just been chilling out in bed all day."
"Parshly chilling out." She adds, Mr. Dun chuckling.
"More like warming up."
She rolls her eyes.
"Go get plates for dinner, I swear to god." she says, Mr. Dun laughing.
"You love me." He tells her as he walks off. She snorts, walking into Josh's room again. She decided to wake up Tyler first, gently shaking his head. His eyes opened up, glancing around before he about screamed.
"Oh-uh-uhm." His face reddens, trying to calm himself down as Josh moves around a bit. "H-Hi?"
"Hey, kiddo. So, m, just letting you know that you're welcome to dinner. And we already uhm, you guys are loud, okay? Just carry him downstairs." She gets to the point, Tyler's eyes widening more, his face turning extremely red.
"S-S-Sorry." He apologizes. She chuckles as she walks out.
"You should be, my son can't walk for a week." She jokes, closing the door. Tyler laughs nervously, his heart rate still alert. He takes a deep breath, looking at Josh. He nudges his shoulder.
"Hey, baby." Tyler says softly. "Wake up."
He shakes him a little, Josh cooing. Tyler feels his heart clench, too cute, he says to himself.
"Babe." He says more. Josh still replies with coos, Tyler sighing. He sits up, hearing Josh whine.
"Tyyyy." He drags out. Tyler snorts.
"Get up."
Josh whines more.
"My ass hurts." He excuses.
"I'll carry you, hush." Tyler says. He grabs Josh's oversized sweater, slipping it onto the lazy boy. Tyler gets up, finding his t-shirt and putting it on. He digs through Josh's drawers, finding a pair of sweatpants and shorts, throwing the sweatpants at Josh. Tyler watches the sweatpants hit Josh in the face, Josh flopping over, tiredly. Tyler rolls his eyes, putting on the shorts. He walks over to Josh, scooping him up in his arms, Josh squealing.
"Okay, okay, I'll put them on!" He squeals, his underbody bared. Tyler grins, setting him down. Josh puts the sweatpants on before climbing onto Tyler's back, his chin resting on his head.
"Let's go, I can smell food." Josh says, Tyler rolling his eyes. The blond-brunet carries him downstairs, Josh threading his fingers in Tyler's hair, playing with the mix of brown and golden. Tyler steps into the kitchen, Josh appearing as if he could fall back asleep any moment.
"Hey, uh, Tyler, right?" Mr. Dun greets, questionably. Tyler nods, Mr. Dun 'ah'ing. "Alrighty. You staying for dinner?"
"Yeah. Um, is it okay if I stay the night?" He asks a bit shyly, Mr. Dun chuckling.
"Yes, just—be quieter, this time." He declares, Tyler blushing a bit, thanking him, nonetheless.
"Is he even awake?" Mrs. Dun questions, pointing to her son, which was practically passed out on Tyler's back. Tyler glances at Josh, his heart fluttering again as he sees a small smile on his lips while he slept.
Tyler smiles, and hell, he really is in love with him.
Josh
You need to seriously cool it with the hickeys, Ty
Tyler
Do I?
Josh
IMAGE SENT
Yes
Tyler
IMAGE RECEIVED
Fuck, if you keep sending me pictures of hickeys on your body, I think I'm going to lose my mind
Josh
Maybe I'll do it more often then
Tyler
I see your giving me the answers for my math test
Josh
You are not going to leave that math test thing alone are you
Tyler
I felt clever
Josh
mm
Tyler
Ya know, you're much more confident over text
Josh
Oh? It's just easier to not make eye contact and speak idk
Tyler
Call me
Josh
Why
Tyler
Bc I said so
And bc your voice is aesthetically pleasing
And your moans
Josh
tmi
Josh calls, nonetheless, his face turning bloody red as soon as Tyler answers. Why? Probably because Tyler's voice sounded out a long moan through the speakers, Josh's jaw dropping open.
"I started thinking about you…oops." Tyler breathes out, Josh crossing his legs at the way Tyler's voice sounded.
"P-Phone sex, huh?" Josh jokes, his breath hitching as Tyler replied with a sexual grunt.
"Put your hand down your pants, princess. I wanna hear you."
Josh bites his lip, another of Tyler's moans encouraging him as he laid down on his back, gingerly unzipping his jeans and trailing his hand down. Tyler's sexual noises obviously caused him some morning wood, the brunet blushing. Josh gingerly slid his hand underneath his boxers, breathing deeply as his hand wrapped around himself. he slowly moved it, breathing deeply into the phone.
"G-God, I wanna fuck you so bad," Tyler admits shamelessly, Josh moaning in reply, speeding his hand up. This makes his back raise.
"Oh." he breaths out.
"Fuck, Josh." Tyler pants deeply. Josh thumbs his slit, his eyes watering at the pleasure. He's touched himself before, but god, it felt a million times better when Tyler joseph was moaning and speaking into his ear. Josh could hear Tyler jerking himself off through the phone, only making his hand move quicker.
"Tyler, o-oh!" Josh cries out, thrusting into his hand. Tyler whimpers into the phone.
"I wanna touch you so bad, baby, fuck." He curses, moaning again. Josh continuously runs his thumb over the tip, making him whimper every time.
"T-Ty." Josh breathes out, Tyler 'huh'ing back.
"Dirty talk." Josh pleads. Tyler grins on the other line.
"You just love my dirty talk, don't you, kitten?" He questions, Josh breathing harshly.
"Y-Yes, fuck." He pumps harder, his body raising up.
"I wanna pin you down to the bed and f-fuck you so—oh!" Tyler cries out, the dropping-like feeling in his abdomen indicating his closeness. "M'close, oh fuck, J-Josh!"
Josh takes over, quickly thinking up.
"I-I…" His face turns red before spilling out with words that made his hand go faster. "I want you to bend me over and, a-and—oh, fuck me."
He's moaning desperately. He would do anything to be in Tyler's bedroom right now, letting the blond-brunet take care of the pleasure for him. Tyler moans into the phone again.
"Fuck, you missin' me already?"
Josh can't even handle it.
"I'm coming over, fuck this."
Josh practically screams, being as loud as he wants, his nails buried in Tyler's bed sheets. He'd came over almost twenty minutes ago, as soon as the door opened, he was pulled in and letting Tyler take off his clothes. Now, he was bent over the side of Tyler's bed, and I'm sure you know what's happening.
"God, kitten." Tyler moans, his hands gripping Josh's hips tightly, roughly thrusting in and out of him. The bed squeaked insanely, Josh grabbing a pillow and burying his face into it, his back arching his stomach to the bed.
"F-Fuck, Tyler, oh…" Josh whimpers mildly, releasing raw voiced moans, pleasure numbing his body with the feeling of Tyler inside of him. One of Tyler's hands pin down Josh's shoulder, starting to thrust at a different angle. Josh's mouth falls open, his eyes rolling back. He moans, his body twitching.
"F-Faster!" he pleads, Tyler obliging and slamming himself into Josh, Josh screaming pornographically. Josh's curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, clawing at the sheets as he felt Tyler repeatedly pound into his prostate, emitting loud enough sounds to make the neighbor's dog bark. Luckily for Josh, as Tyler said, his parents were rarely ever home, so they'd probably spend most of their time at Tyler's house. Tyler heaves a breathy moan, attempting to thrust as hard as he can, Josh obviously enjoying this.
"Fuck!" Josh screams, moaning every time Tyler's tip pushed against his sweet spot.
"Fuck, you like that?" Tyler whispers in his ear, the sound of his skin slapping against Josh's being music to his ears. Josh replies with a grunt.
"Fuck yes." He says, moaning as Tyler groped him up. Josh began becoming louder by the second, his eyes wide.
"I-I'm gonna—" He's cut off with a moan as Tyler wraps a hand around his length, automatically jerking him off. Josh whimpers, thickly.
"T-Tyler!"
The shorter boy moans oh-so that loudly it was guaranteed they would noise complaints, him cumming all over the side of the bed, screaming Tyler's name. Tyler breathes shallowly, panting as he thrusted in and out, chasing after his finish as Josh whimpered loudly in oversensitivity.
Tyler digs his nails into Josh's back, Josh crying out as Tyler dragged them down, his head thrown back with his jaw slack, spilling inside of Josh. Josh shivers at the feeling, Tyler pulling out. They pretty much collapse to the ground, Josh seeing his own cum smeared on the messy bed sheets draped over the side of Tyler's bed. Tyler gasps for breath, Josh rolling over, facing him.
"Fuck." Is all the brunet says, glancing at Tyler. Tyler chuckles, breathily.
"Yeah?"
"Was I good?" Tyler asks. Josh nods quickly, pulling him in for a kiss. Soft, it is, causing the blond-brunet to unusually blush, gently cupping Josh's cheek. Tyler pulls away with hesitance, smiling at Josh. he sits up weakly, sighing. Josh whines, making grabby hands.
"No walking?" Tyler rasps, Josh shaking his head, the taller boy sliding his arms underneath him and lifting him up. Josh rests his head and knees against Tyler's chest, hooking an arm around his neck. Tyler sets him on the bed, pecking his forehead and grabbing him a clean pair of Tyler's boxers. Josh lays out on the bed, carefully putting the boxers on. Tyler rolls his eyes, pulling on boxers and glancing at the lazy boy on his bed, laying in all his glory with his fluffy curls and chocolate honey eyes. Tyler's heart stutters in his chest, a blush flooding his cheeks.
"Give me a shirt or something." Josh suddenly says, sitting up. Tyler quirks an eyebrow,
"Why?" He says, Josh shrugging.
"I feel the need to steal your clothing, now give." He demands, Tyler biting his lip as he smiles, reaching in his closet and grabbing the closest thing. He throws a flannel at Josh.
"If you plan on being a typical girlfriend and steal all my clothes then leave, expect payback." Tyler playfully warns, Josh blushing with a laugh, sticking his arms through the armholes. He holds up his arms, pouting as the sleeves hang over his hands.
"Everyone is taller than me." He whines, Tyler chuckling. He walks over to the bed, kissing Josh's lips smoothly before turning around.
"It only makes you cuter, babe." Tyler declares whilst Josh climbs onto his back. Josh sets his chin atop Tyler's shoulder.
"Is that so?" He quizzes, blushing mildly as Tyler cupped his thighs. Tyler hums, smiling as Josh hung his arms over his shoulders, seeing the boy's sweater (in this case, flannel) paws. He carries Josh downstairs, really unsure of what they could do.
"Are you hungry?" Tyler says as he carefully walks down the stairs. Josh contemplates this for a moment, Tyler walking into the kitchen. He opens the food cabinet, pushing random items around. Josh suddenly gasps.
"Do you have whipped cream?" He questions. Tyler chuckles, walking over to the fridge,
"Yes. I eat the hell out of it 24/7." He smirks. "I plan on doing that to you, too."
Josh's face reddening. Tyler grabs a can of cool whip, searching the fridge.
"Anything else?"
"Chocolate milk?"
Tyler smiles.
"Aaaas yooou wiiiish…" He mimics, Josh giggling.
"Princess bride? Didn't know liked movies like that."
Tyler shrugs.
"Old romantic movies are my thing." He muses, Josh laughing.
"I mostly just remember her dream about the creepy old lady." He says. Tyler starts laughing.
"Boo! Boo! Boo, to the queen of garbage!" He impersonates, Josh laughing as if it was the funniest thing he's ever heard.
Eventually, the two laid on the couch, Josh sipping chocolate milk from a coffee cup, the two taking turns spraying cool whip into their mouths. Tyler found the princess bride and put it on, smiling every time Josh pointed out details he remembered from watching it as a child. Tyler couldn't help but love the feeling of this all—watching 'eighties movies with possibly the cutest boy in the world on his lap, wearing his flannel, drinking chocolate milk like he was five and spraying whipped cream in his mouth. It felt too right, as if this is where Tyler is supposed to be. right here, with Josh.
It made his head spin, the chest burning at the feeling of it all. he couldn't help it as he grabbed Josh's chin, twisting his head around and connecting their lips. Josh gasps quietly, but kisses back, realizing how desperately Tyler is kissing him. He snaps the cover over the coffee cup he was drinking out of, setting it to the side of the couch and turning his body around. he sits with his legs on either side of Tyler's thighs, sliding his hands up Tyler's chest. Tyler holds his cheeks in his palms, his heart beating faster.
Josh soon tangles a hand in Tyler's messy sex hair, his other hand on the space between Tyler's neck and shoulder. Tyler rests his hands on Josh's hips, his flannel hanging over them. Tyler feels a knot build in his throat, a sensation flooding over him. he now realizes, he will never be able to get enough of the heaven that this boy is. There's plenty different ways to describe this feeling, but saying he's in love is the easiest. Tyler whimpers softly, knowing his thoughts are correct, now trying to pull Josh's body closer to his.
I'm in love.
Tyler was awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing, jumping slightly, causing him to make Josh stir in his sleep. They'd fallen asleep awhile ago, Tyler laying lengthwise on the couch with Josh on top of him, the sleepy boy's head buried in Tyler's chest with his arm hung over the edge of the couch. The main menu for the princess bride replayed, the empty can of cool whip laying on the coffee table. Josh was still in his boxers and Tyler's flannel, Tyler the same, minus the flannel.
The blond-brunet glances up, seeing his mother walking to the kitchen, the sound of her heels clicking on the ground, followed by simultaneous sighs, hearing her car keys and purse being set on the counter. He turns his head back to Josh, smiling as him. He looked so peaceful, his lips parted and releasing soft breaths, his hair still messy and eyes lightly flickering. Tyler begins to softly rub a hand up and down his back, Josh cooing, quietly. Tyler's heart clenched in response to the little squeak Josh made, Tyler's cheeks pink, because oh, this boy is far too cute.
His mother walks into the livingroom, sitting down on the loveseat. Tyler felt the air build up with awkwardness. His mother and him never truly had the best relationship, but she still cares for him.
"Keeping this one over longer?" She speaks up, Tyler caught off guard by her speaking.
"What do you mean?" He says, disgruntled. She rolls her eyes.
"You know what I mean."
Tyler shakes his head.
"No. I don't." He repeats. She sighs.
"How many times he's been over here?"
"Almost three." Tyler replies, tangling his fingers in Josh's curls. She raises her eyebrows.
"How long you've known him?" She continues. Tyler smirks.
"Few weeks."
She scoffs.
"New record." Tyler frowns, because he knows his mum thinks that this is just another fling.
"No. I want to bring him over more." Tyler admits, glancing down at Josh. She sighs.
"You're incompatible for a relationship, Tyler. All you do is eat, sleep and shove your dick in places it shouldn't be."
Tyler grimaces, not saying anything as Josh moved in his sleep, burying his face in Tyler's neck. He couldn't help but smile at Josh, wishing to just coddle the boy and nuzzle his face into his hair, not doing so because he's asleep.
"This time is different, mum." He adds in, looking at her with a hard glare. "I-I…"
He's unsure if to say it aloud, especially with Josh laying on his chest. She rolls her eyes.
"Love him? Sure. I'll believe that if he comes back in three years with your ring on his finger."
Tyler bites his lip harshly.
"Why can't you just let me be happy?"
She winces, sighing.
"I'm sorry."
Tyler shakes his head
"No, you're not." He muses, negatively.
"I-It's just been hard on me, especially since your father's left, and I know it's been hard on you-"
"Bullshit!" Tyler whisper-yells, not wanting to awaken Josh. "You can't take your anger out on me because of your problems. It's been hard on you, not me. I'm over it, and I know you think I kept sleeping with girls at school just because I wanted a way to cope with it; no! I did it because that's what fuckboys do, apparently. I mean, that's my label. Just because you're in a difficult situation doesn't mean you should let it provoke you. You can't blame dad for your problems, you can only blame yourself. You're the one who chose to run off all day and use work as an excuse to get away from your son since he's the only kid left in this house who reminds you of dad. It doesn't matter anyways; Zack's moved out, Madison actually is affording for college, and Jay is rarely here."
The blond-brunet sits up, carefully, Josh sighing softly, slightly annoyed that Tyler moved.
"Now, I'm taking him upstairs. The last thing he needs is to hear my bitch of a mum when he already has a bitch of a girlfriend." Tyler carries Josh away, walking up the stairs carefully, whispering to Josh as he became slightly bothered by the noise.
Although, he did feel bad for calling his mother out like that. But he felt worse with the reminder of Josh's girlfriend.
Once they're in bed, Tyler pulls Josh close to his body, engulfing the boy in his arms and absorbing his heat. Josh giggles quietly, nudging Tyler's nose with his. Tyler grins, kissing him, slowly. Josh cups his cheeks, sinking into Tyler's gentle touch, the taller's hands weaving through his hair. They gingerly pull away, Tyler nibbling Josh's bottom lip.
"I don't think I'll ever get over kissing you…" Tyler murmurs, blushing a bit as Josh caresses his cheeks. Josh pecks his lips in reply, Tyler smirking, pulling their lips back together. Tyler absolutely loves the way their lips perfectly lock together, Josh's soft, pink lips on his and just taking his breath away. He could never get enough of him, pulling Josh as close as possible, the brunet eventually hooking his legs around Tyler's waist.
"If we start kissing now. I don't think we can stop." He mumbles against Josh's lips.
"Then don't." Josh replies, finding his way on top of Tyler.
Josh straddles his hips, not breaking up the kiss for even a second, Tyler's flannel sleeves falling over his hands. Tyler couldn't stop himself, grabbing Josh's wrist and sliding his fingers into his. He noticed how Josh began to sink down, his stomach soon pressed against Tyler's. And then Josh abruptly pulls away, his eyes staring widely at Tyler. Tyler's heartbeat falters,
"W-What? What's wrong?" Tyler quickly asks. Josh's face reddens completely, staring at Tyler with enlarged pupils, his lips parted, looking dumbfounded, emotion flashes through his vision, clouding his gaze as he begins to kiss Tyler again, Tyler now the one feeling dumbfounded.
Yet he kisses back, feeling how desperate Josh suddenly became, the shorter boy quickly taking Tyler's tongue in his mouth and pressuring his hips against Tyler's. Tyler moans in result, but feels a bit concerned at this change of behavior. He carefully pulls away, holding Josh's face.
"Josh, hey." He goes to say something else, Josh randomly kissing him. He blushes.
"J-Josh." He says again. "Are you okay?"
Josh nods, a bit reluctant.
"Are you sure?" Tyler repeats. Josh's cheeks turn red.
"I-I don't know…I-I just…just." He chokes on his words, Tyler more worried. But then Josh admits,
"I just want you."
Soft touches, soft breaths, soft kisses. Everything was done gently. Nothing was sexual about this, just them basking in each other's presence. It was calm, the atmosphere filled with smoothness.
They laid together, their legs tangled together, arms around each other, and lips moving together. All they cared about was the person that was next to them in bed, because the thing was, they just want each other.
The blond-brunet's fingers curled into Josh's hair, ever-so lightly giving occasional pulls. Josh held Tyler's cheeks in his hands, them kissing as if they could never stop, Tyler pulling Josh closer to him. Tyler laughs suddenly, softly, just out of happiness, because of the situation. both were so content, Josh following within a small giggle against Tyler's lips. Tyler grips his hips, pulling him closer and feeling Josh's cold nose nuzzle his cheek. Tyler kisses his chin, gently pushing their lips back together. that wonderful feeling of bliss overcomes them.
And oh, how Tyler felt the urge to let words he'd swore to never speak slip out, the letters sticking to his tongue and pleading to fall past his teeth. Yet he ignores it and snuggles Josh closer to him, the boy's face buried in his neck.
"Do you think my parents would mind if I came home late?" Josh whispers against Tyler's skin. Tyler hums questionably.
"Well, they were perfectly fine with us having loud sex in your bedroom. As long as they know you're here, would they?" Tyler adds on, smirking as he could practically feel Josh's cheeks radiant warmth.
"Y-Yeah, they know I'm here." He tells truthfully, squeaking softly as Tyler gingerly squeezes his body. Josh attempts to engulf himself further into Tyler's grasp, trying to get all of the blond-brunet to fill his senses. Tyler seemed to do the same, making it perfect for them as neither wished to separate.
"You're like a big heater." Josh murmurs. Tyler chuckles.
"Is that right?" He runs his fingertips along Josh's shoulder blade, Josh nodding, drowsily.
"Yea." Josh replies, tiredness dragging his words. "Is it okay if I fall asleep again?"
Tyler chuckles, again.
"I think I will, too." He mumbles, burying his face in Josh's hair. Josh smiles, hooking his legs around Tyler's.
"You know, I never realized you could be so affectionate." Josh muses, Tyler quirking an eyebrow.
"Who doesn't like affection? Cuddling is seriously the best thing in the world." Tyler says, Josh shrugging.
"I never really got to cuddle with any of my girlfriends." He admits. "They were always doing something else or just…I don't know."
Josh sighs, Tyler fused with disbelief.
"How?" He says. "You're literally like…the most cuddly person on earth."
Josh smiles at him.
"You are, too, surprisingly." He adds on. Tyler shrugs.
"I think if choosing was an option, you would be in my bed every second of the day." Tyler hums, lightly squeezing Josh in his arms. "You're so small and I…j-just love holding you."
Josh blushes, removing his face from Tyler's neck, making eye contact. Tyler's cheeks flush, staring into Josh's caramel eyes. Josh closes his eyes and gingerly kisses him, oh-so softly. Tyler immediately sinks into it, cupping Josh's cheeks. Tyler softly runs his thumbs along Josh's skin, carefully moving his hands down, finding Josh's hips and pulling him as close as possible.
"You know how many times you've done that…?" Josh tells him against his lips, Tyler blushing.
"I just like being close."
Josh continues kissing him, his stomach bubbling. Oh, he knew it himself, he'd never felt this way with Lydia or any girl for that fact. Albeit, Tyler may be a fuckboy and whatnot, but he's held Josh and kissed him note times than the brunet could count. Could being in love with him really be such a bad thing? The shorter boy almost freezes.
Did I just…? His cheeks burn fiery red. He just admitted he's in love with Tyler!
"Josh, are you okay?" Tyler questions, Josh not even realizing how concerned the boy is. He becomes more flustered.
"O-Oh! um, I-I…" He laughs nervously. "Yeah, y-yeah, uh, I'm fine."
He lightly bumps his and Tyler's foreheads together, smiling so that Tyler could see he's okay. Tyler still gives him a look of worry.
"Are you sure?" His thumb brushes across Josh's cheek.
"Mm." Josh replies, pecking Tyler's lips. Maybe he didn't mean to fall in love, but oh, it feels wonderful.
And suddenly Tyler whispers. "I want you, too."
"We're going out tonight, and on the weekend." Lydia declares to the group, clutching her boyfriend's hand in hers, tightly. Josh can't help but feel a pang of unhappiness flood his heart. He'd hoped to spend time with Tyler over the span of those days, utterly disregarding the fact a bleach blonde girl who wore far too much perfume would never let him get away with that. At least again, anyways.
It hurt even more when Tyler sat across from him at the lunch table, a saddened look in his eyes at Lydia's words. Josh glances at him, swallowing hard and trying to explain to him the shared pain with his eyes. Tyler's lips twitch before looking back down, the knot in Josh's throat building, thickly. His heart burned to go back to Tyler's house and binge movies whilst sharing whipped cream, or to lay in Josh's bed all day and cuddle with the soothing feeling of Tyler's fingers in his hair and their lips pressed together. But what he ached for most of all—just Tyler in general.
So, of course, it was unfortunate for both of them, especially when they wanted the same thing; each other. Josh looked down at his and Lydia's intertwined hands, feeling his grip on her hand weaken at every memory of Tyler's lips against his skin. Her grip only tightened more, Josh wincing. He didn't like how small her hands felt in his, he didn't like the smell of perfume and hair spray, nor did he enjoy her hazel-blue eyes. He wanted rough, soft hands back in his, cologne and mousse hair gel, and deep chocolate eyes.
His heart jumped when he felt a kick against his foot, immediately glancing up to see Tyler shyly smiling at him. He can't help but smile back, kicking Tyler's foot, as well. The blond-brunet hooks his foot around Josh's, a way for them to be unnoticed and somewhat touching, although it's slightly uncomfortable. His stomach twisted happily at Tyler's hopeful eyes.
As the bell chimed through the air, Josh's hand instantly slipped from Lydia's and he threw away the remainder of his uneaten food, finding himself joining Tyler on the walk out. Their shoulders bumped together and Josh felt happier once more.
"Do you have to go with her?" Tyler murmurs.
"She wants me to drive her home and then take her out." He frowns. Tyler sighs, and then a mischievous smirk is gracing his lips.
"Skip out." He says. Josh's eyebrows furrow together.
"What?"
"I mean." Tyler starts, his lips nearing Josh's ear. "Come home with me instead, baby boy."
Josh blushes, nonetheless, he finds himself smirking. Since when did he blow off Lydia so calmly? Well, apparently since this sneaky dork of a fuckboy entered his life.
"M'kay." He answers simply. Tyler goes to kiss him, pausing as he realized their still out in the open. Josh squeaks as he's yanked into a closet, the door closing quickly. He can't react immediately as Tyler's lips hungrily meet his, Josh whimpering and reaching for his shoulders, instinctively.
Tyler's hands slip to Josh's wrists, pushing them against the door and trapping him there along with his hips. Josh pushes against him, whining. Tyler slips one of his hands away from Josh's wrist, thumbing the lock of the closet door and placing his hands firmly on Josh's hips. Tyler fumbles with the button on Josh's pants, panting a bit and glancing at Josh for approval. Josh nods, Tyler pulling his pants down and gladly dropping to his knees.
Josh leans his head back into the door, releasing short breaths as Tyler creates wet kisses on the bulge in his boxers, feeling himself become desperate. He's officially sure of it; this is what he wants. If this were Lydia, she wouldn't have got past his pants. Josh inhales sharply as he feels Tyler creating hickeys into Josh's hipbones,
"You're mine." Tyler growls, slightly, Josh's cheeks flushing red. Josh gulps, his hips jutting out.
"Lydia doesn't make you feel this way, does she?" Tyler practically hisses, Josh's boxers now tangled around his knees, Tyler hickeying his thighs, Josh gasping softly as Tyler gently bites into them.
"N-No, oh god." Josh whimpers as Tyler licks above the base of his length, teasing Josh, harshly.
"What are you?" Tyler recalls, Josh's jaw falling open as Tyler abruptly tongues the slit.
"Y-Yours, fuck!" Josh moans, a hand grabbing a fistful of Tyler's hair. Josh cries out, gleefully, loving how Tyler's lips felt around him. He pulls on Tyler's hair, the blond-brunet groaning at how it felt, taking more of Josh into his mouth. Josh can't help but nonstop chant his name and whimper, Tyler pulling off, briefly.
"Fuck my mouth, princess." He says before taking Josh back past his lips, the brunet rasping a moan. He allows his hips to jolt forward, it not taking too long before Tyler is gagging on his length. Josh thrusts into his mouth repeatedly, his head still thrown back and his body twitching.
"Oh fuck, Tyler!" He slams himself in and out of Tyler's that, hearing the boy's choked sounds. Tyler doesn't try and stop him, so he continues, his stomach feels as if it'd sunken in, familiar pooling rushing through his body.
"Tyler! oh, I-I'm going—oh!" Josh eyes clench shut, his body freezing as he releases down Tyler's throat. He shivers as he feels Tyler swallowing around him, the blond-brunet pulling off and gently kissing the tip. He pulls Josh's boxers back up, slowly, kissing his stomach as he did so. Josh's cheeks stay flushed red, Tyler next pulling his jeans up and sliding his hands along Josh's body.
Josh closes his eyes, Tyler connecting their lips. He cringes a bit at the taste of himself, still kissing back. Tyler pecks his lips a few times before pressing their foreheads together. Josh slings his arms over Tyler's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"I can't wait to cuddle you." Tyler whispers, his voice gentle and sweet, compared to what they'd just done. It honestly made Josh's entire existence melt into a puddle of swoon.
"Do you have any specific movies you wanna watch, princess?"
Josh hums.
"What about Deadpool?" Josh says. Tyler smiles, giving him a quick kiss.
"Works for me. How does eating cookie dough sound?"
Josh can't help but burst into giggles, pulling Tyler closer to himself, aware of Tyler's soft eyes now watching him with amusement. Josh opens his eyes, met with those sweet chocolate ones he's addicted to, seeing how Tyler grins. Josh gently presses their lips together, his heart beating quick and stomach twisting with butterflies.
Yep, definitely in love.
After kissing, Josh buries his face into Tyler's shoulder, wanting to just lay in bed with Tyler and actually be treated like how Lydia should treat him. She doesn't call him to just hang out—only when she wants to go out somewhere and use Josh's money for personal pleasure. To think of it, she only sees Josh during lunch besides occasionally at her cheerleading or in the hall and classes. Is that truly all she wants? Just… sex and money?
But…Tyler wouldn't do that. No, he wouldn't. Hell, for crying out loud, he's had more sexual and romantic interaction with Josh than Lydia most likely ever has or will! Lydia's never given Josh butterflies or made his heart race just at a kiss or a gentle touch. And he truly makes Josh feel—wanted.
So, would it really be a bad thing if he breaks up with her?
Josh had managed to drive out of the school parking lot with Tyler in the passenger seat instead of Lydia, the blond-brunet chuckling evilly at their victory. Josh rolls his eyes, stopping as a traffic light flashes red. His cheeks flush as Tyler presses a firm kiss to the side of his head, feeling Tyler's hand lay upon his, him sliding their fingers together. Josh smiles happily at the blond-brunet, Tyler smiling back and gently squeezing Josh's hand, both sharing the butterflies. The light turns green, Josh beginning to drive, his heart warm at the way Tyler's soft fingers felt, the taller caressing his palm.
"Could we go to your house, actually?" Tyler pipes up, Josh glancing at him.
"Why?"
"Your parents are very, um…welcoming." Tyler laughs, Josh shaking his head at the boy.
"Yes, we can. Besides, I'm sure there's cookie dough somewhere, my brother eats it like he has a drug addiction." Josh explains, turning into his neighborhood. Tyler glances around.
"Damn. We got here quick."
Josh hums, eventually pulling into the driveway. He pulls the key from the ignition, hesitant to remove his hand from Tyler's. Tyler is, too, but he lifts up their intertwined fingers and kisses Josh's knuckles, slowly removing his fingers from Josh's. Josh was sure his cheeks were fiery red, but oh, he loved it. Tyler cracks open the car door, leaning over the armrest and cupping Josh's cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss, Josh unable to prevent himself from whimpering quietly.
After a moment, Tyler pulls away, slowly, his teeth gently holding Josh's bottom lip before releasing it. Josh giggles, Tyler smiling all dreamy-like and getting out of the car. Josh does the same, closing the door and leading Tyler to the porch, unlocking the door and letting themselves in. Josh glances around for his parents, shrugging when he didn't see them.
"I guess we search the freezer for Jordan's cookie dough." Josh says. Tyler nods, walking into the kitchen and pulling open the freezer, finding cookie dough in plain sight. He grabs it.
"I don't think he tried hiding it, and if he did, not very well." Tyler chuckles. Josh shrugs, pushing Tyler from the freezer and closing it, opening the fridge and pulling out chocolate milk. Tyler scoffs after Josh pushes him, smirking and deciding to smack his ass in return.
This results with Josh squeaking and his cheeks igniting rosy pink, glaring at Tyler. Tyler simply winks, trotting over to the couch. Josh snorts, pouring himself and Tyler a cup of chocolate milk. He puts the milk away, grabbing the cups and walking to the living room and setting the cups on the coffee table. He plops down on the couch on Tyler's lap, the blond-brunet grunting as Josh did so.
"Warn me, douchebag." Tyler sighs, playfully, Josh smiling and leaning back against his chest. Tyler kicks off his shoes and slings his feet up, Josh's eyes widening when Tyler's legs hung over the armrest.
"Are you sure you're not super tall?" Josh asks. Tyler chuckles.
"I think you're just little." He says, wrapping his arms around Josh from behind and pulling him closer. Josh lays his head back on Tyler's chest, humming as Tyler began to run his fingers through Josh's chocolate curls.
"Are we gonna eat the cookie dough?" Josh asks tiredly, sudden sleepiness hitting him. Tyler shakes his head.
"Mm, no. Let's just sleep instead." He decides, feeling the sleepiness, as well. Josh smiles, his breath slowing and falling into sleep.
When Mrs. Dun came home later with Jordan and Abby, the last thing they expected was to see Josh and Tyler pretty much passed out on the couch.
"Little bro's got a boyfriend." Abby says, Mrs. Dun laughing.
"They were gonna eat my cookie dough!" Jordan exclaims, sneaking across the room and taking the tub of cookie dough, stopping for a moment. "Christ, this kid's tall."
Abby shaking her head.
"Jordan, everyone's legs hang over the armrest. Just not Josh's. Josh is small."
Jordan thinks before nodding.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right." He walks back into the kitchen, burying the cookie dough in the freezer.
Everyone pauses when Josh makes a soft noise, Mrs. Dun and Abby turning to hide in the kitchen. They hear Tyler start making noise, too.
"Josh." He groans, tiredly. "Baby, stop moving."
Josh giggles, sleepily.
Abby peeks in, seeing Josh and Tyler now stomach to stomach, both smiling at each other. Josh leans up, him and Tyler sharing a chaste kiss before Josh lays his head on Tyler's chest.
"Are you going to start moving again?" Tyler asks, rubbing his eyes. Josh shakes his head.
"No. M'too comfy."
"Good." Tyler says, leaning his head back. "Now sleep, princess."
Abby turns to her mother.
"He called Josh princess. Princess!" She says in a hushed tone.
Yep, they could tell they were in love.
"Where the hell were you last night?" Lydia demands, Josh blushing in embarrassment.
"Sick. My mum wouldn't let me do anything but sleep and eat." He excuses. But, in reality, that was far from the truth. Actually, he was comfortably snuggled with Tyler, the heat of the blond-brunet's body enveloping him, the scent of his cologne filling his senses, and his soft kisses making Josh's heart race.
Lydia sighs, her gaze softening a bit.
"I was looking forward to our date, sorry for being pushy." She mumbles in a saddened tone. Josh's eyes widened, unable to help the guilt that gripped his chest.
"L-Lydz…"
Josh pulls her into a hug, feeling awkward, actually being the taller one. he was so used to burying his face in Tyler's chest, Tyler's chin on his head and listening to the blond-brunet's heartbeat. To smell his strong cologne, and not strawberry scented shampoo. he sighs, not hugging Lydia for too long. Lydia cups his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss, and oh, before he even tastes her breath, it feels so wrong. And he pulls away to quick, too fast for it to be taken kindly.
"You'll get sick." He says, grabbing his stuff for first class. Lydia ah's, watching him. Josh stiffens up as he feels Lydia grab his forearm, her eyes burning into his.
"Tonight, can we please go out?"
Josh feels wrong again, but nods, Lydia smiling.
"I'll see you later, Joshy." She says, kissing his cheek before wandering off. Josh quickly wipes off the lipstick on his cheek and lips. he hates how Lydia calls him that, his face turning red at the memory of Tyler calling him that whilst Josh was bent over. Yep, wonderful times.
"Lover boy?" Josh hears, a grin unable to help but bloom on his lips. He turns around, seeing Tyler with a smirk. He looks tired, his hair messy.
"Wanna spend first period in a broom closet?"
Of course, Josh said yes, but this time, he sat on Tyler's lap, the blond-brunet kissing him sweetly, his stomach flipping. Josh threads his fingers through Tyler's golden-chocolate hair, Tyler holding his cheeks in his palms. Josh felt like he needed to let words fall past his lips, words that he'd been holding back, but he didn't want to scare Tyler away. Tyler slowly pulls away, Josh's eyes fluttering open. Their brown eyes lock, Josh's heart speeding up.
Say it, say it, say it, Josh's brain screamed. He tries to ignore it, his breath catching as Tyler reconnects their lips. Josh slips a hand underneath Tyler's shirt, feeling the boy shiver.
"Your fingers are extremely cold." Tyler tells him, mumbling the words against his lips. Josh grins.
"I bet they feel colder when I do this." He says, slowly unbuttoning Tyler's jeans before letting his fingertips graze Tyler's waist. Tyler shivers, gasping against Josh's lips. Josh repositions himself so that he can pull Tyler's jeans and boxers down, sitting on his thighs. Tyler whimpers as Josh licks his palm, wrapping it around his length. Tyler's back arches as Josh begins to move his hand, his jaw dropping open. Tyler's head hits the wall, now holding tightly onto Josh's shoulder.
"Josh." He breathes out, biting his lip. Josh hums, speeding his pace a bit. Tyler emits a quiet moan, his eyes screwed shut.
"Oh, oh fuck," he says, quietly. Josh connects their lips, Tyler burying one of his hands in Josh's curls. Tyler thrusts into Josh's fist, whimpering as Josh repeatedly ran his thumb over the tip. Josh swallows the moans from Tyler that fill his mouth, jerking Tyler off faster. Tyler's body twitches from the amount of pleasure shooting through his veins, deeply moaning into Josh's mouth. Josh quickly pulls away from Tyler, removing his hand and replacing it with his mouth, Tyler crying out in surprise.
"Fuck, Josh." he pants, whimpering as Josh dipped his tongue into the slit, his lips wrapped around the tip. Josh takes more of Tyler into his mouth, the blond-brunet writhing in place. Josh gags as Tyler's hips uncontrollably buck upwards, now having more of Tyler in his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, Tyler cursing and babbling, saying Josh's name over and over again.
"Josh, J-Josh, oh, I'm…F-Fuck!"
Tyler spills into Josh's mouth, Josh swallowing. He pulls off of Tyler, wiping off the spit that ran down his lips. both are panting for breath, Tyler growing a smirk. He places a hand on the back of Josh's neck, pulling Josh in for a long kiss, Josh blushing. Once they pull away, Tyler licks his lips and says,
"I hope Lydia kisses you later and tastes where your mouth has been."
After ordering their drinks, Lydia begins to talk about anything and everything, and Josh? His mind was without a doubt, somewhere else. By somewhere else, it meant he was thinking about Tyler. He'd rather have Tyler's lips against his skin, right now, to feel his fingertips brushing his skin. Josh's cheeks slowly turned red, imagining Tyler's soft kiss on his neck. He would kill to be with the blond-brunet as of now, shifting in his seat across from Lydia, having to cross his legs.
But his mind didn't stop venturing. It was almost as if he could feel Tyler's breath on his neck, how their tongues brushed together, and oh, Josh pleaded for his brain to stop. The more he thought about it, the tighter his legs crossed. All he could see was Tyler hunched over him, his eyes lustful, jaw agape, cheeks flushed, watching Josh with such admiration. He could feel Tyler's fingers bruising deeply into his hips, hear his breaths and praise, Josh is becoming a hot mess.
"Josh?" Lydia says, Josh snapping to her, his cheeks deep red. Her eyes are soft and curious.
"Are you okay? your face is bright red." She reaches across the table, brushing her thumb over his warm cheek, Josh trying to not flinch.
"I-I'm okay, just, a bit dizzy." He says. She looks worried.
"Do you want to go home?"
As badly as Josh wants to scream yes and drive off to Tyler's house and feel Tyler's body against his, he shakes his head no.
"I think I'll be f-fine, Lydz." He replies, playing with the straw in his lemonade. Lydia sighs.
"Okay, Joshy. But be more careful."
Josh feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, wanting check his phone. He lays his forehead on the table, sneakily pulling out his phone while Lydia plays with the curls on his head.
Tyler
How's your date, princess
Bet you wish you were with me instead
So, I could bend you over my bed again
I need you right now Josh I stg my hand will never be enough
Not just that but I want to kiss you so fucking bad and feel your soft lips and to bruise your thighs
I think I'm going insane without you
Josh's face becomes considerably red, thinking about Tyler getting off to the thought of Josh.
Josh
She thinks I'm sick but
I'm really just thinking about how badly I want you
Tyler
Please ditch her Josh I can't fucking handle this
And it's not just sex that I want right now
I want you so fucking much
"You okay, Josh?" Lydia says. Josh turns off his phone, lifting his head.
Yes, of course, dearest, I'm only thinking about how hard I want to be fucked by my supposed 'best friend'.
"Um, y-yeah."
Lydia stares at him before standing up.
"Come on." She orders. Josh sighs in defeat, following her out of the restaurant and to his car. He gets in, sighing as he pulls out of the parking lot.
"Could we go to my place?" Lydia asks, her expression a but mischievous.
"Uh, sure." Josh answers.
They soon arrive at Lydia's place, Lydia pulling Josh in. They went to Lydia's room, the bed sheets pink and light purple. Josh doesn't even process the fact that Lydia is in his lap once she is.
Her red lips are up in a smirk, one that could never compare to Tyler's evil one. Josh gulps, his back against the deep scarlet wall. Lydia presses her lips against his, Josh blushing, but awkwardly. He uncomfortably kisses back. Lydia pushes her tongue into his mouth all of a sudden, her not even grimacing like Josh thought she would, remembering Tyler's words in the closet. The lemonade he drank must've overcame the taste of cum that lingered in his mouth.
Josh blushes more as Lydia grinds her hips into his, and in this moment, Josh realizes he doesn't like girls.
Nope. This didn't compare to Tyler at all, and well, Lydia doesn't have a dick…
Lydia kisses around his jawline, her cherry red lipstick smearing over his face and lips. Josh feels this uncomfortable wave inside, his body stiff. Lydia repositions herself, pushing Josh against her lacey pillows. She pulls off his shirt, and oh, the regret.
"Josh, what the fuck are these?" She demands, gesturing to the plentiful amount of hickeys peppering his chest and stomach, some visible from his hips. She pulls down his pants, seeing the hickeys on his hips and the ones on his thighs showing from underneath his boxers. Tyler's fingerprints are bruised into the sides of his hips, Josh's face now fiery red.
Shit.
He sits up.
"U-Um…" He stammers, trying to find his shirt on the bed, reaching around, blindly.
"What's her name?" Lydia strictly asks, Josh chuckling, nervously.
"W-Well, about that." He laughs, scared that Lydia is about to actually rip him apart inch by inch. He gets off the bed, finding his shirt and grabbing it.
"You weren't sick yesterday, were you?" She says.
"Nope." He admits. He may seem cocky on the outside, but he is really screaming in fear on the inside.
"You dick!" She screams. And then Josh says something he shouldn't say.
"I'm not the only one who gets to cheat Lydia, so fuck off."
And he cries out as a sharp pain meets his cheek.
The room is taken down with bitter silence, Josh feeling tears in his eyes because of how damn hard Lydia hit him. Her long, fake nails actually scratched the soft skin on his face, cutting into it a bit, only making the stinging worse. Lydia stares in shock, not believing she hit him as much as Josh. Her face suddenly grows with anger again.
"Well, fine. I'm getting fucked by a basketball player anyway."
Josh grins.
"Really? Me, too! Team captain, actually!"
And then he turns around and leaves, and the moment he got in his car, he'd never felt more proud of himself.
Josh pulls into Tyler's driveway, getting out of his car. He knocks on the door, opening the door to see a disheveled Tyler, his eyes sleepy.
"You left me on read with a boner, you dick." He says. Josh rolls his eyes, pulling Tyler to him and standing on his tippy toes, pressing their lips together. Tyler immediately sank into it, pushing Josh back onto his heels, leaning down. Soon enough, Tyler pulls Josh inside, their lips still together. He kicks the door closed with his foot, Josh jumping onto him, his legs wrapping around Tyler's waist. Tyler pushes him into a wall, the two now making out heavily, their tongues sliding together and teeth clashing. Josh rolls his hips against Tyler's, Tyler groaning.
"Lydia knows." Josh huffs out, Tyler pulling away, eyes wide.
"What?" He says in disbelief. Josh nods.
"She wanted to have sex and she pulled off my shirt." He explains, lifting up his shirt, Tyler smirking at the hickeys he's left there.
"Now she knows that–" He stops, staring at the red hand print on Josh's cheek. "Did she hurt you?"
Josh nods.
"It doesn't hurt, Ty. It's okay." He says. Tyler shakes his head, his eyes incredibly soft. He gently brushes his thumb over Josh's cheek, the brunet flinching. Tyler leans forward, gingerly pressing a kiss to the bruise. Josh blushes, staring at Tyler. Tyler smiles at him, and oh, that feeling is back, heart racing, stomach twisting. Tyler connects their lips again, it being soft, this time.
"Guess what?" Josh mumbles against Tyler's lips.
"Hmm?"
"She said she was getting fucked by a basketball player, so I told her I'm getting fucked by the team captain." He explains. Tyler bursts into laughter.
"You snake, Josh, ohmygod." Tyler laughs, Josh running his hands through his hair. Tyler smirks at him, pecking his lips.
"Speaking of which…" Josh mumbles, bucking his hips. Tyler gasps, glancing at Josh.
"Feeling dirty, baby boy?" Tyler says. Josh nods.
"I always do when you're around."
Their lips clash together, the moment of earlier fuming back into the room.
"So, celebratory sex?"
"Fuck yes."
Josh falls back against the bed, Tyler climbing on top of him. The two boys are just in their boxers now, both in the heat of the moment. Tyler straddles Josh, desperately connecting their lips. Josh tangles his fingers into Tyler's hair, pulling him down, their tongues meeting. Josh moans, feeling Tyler begin to grind against him.
"G-God, Tyler, please." Josh begs against his lips, his hips meeting Tyler's. Tyler grabs him by his thighs, pushing him further onto the bed, bringing his lips to Josh's neck. Tyler squeezes his thighs tightly, his teeth sinking into Josh's pale skin. Josh can't help but moan at the occurring event, his hands holding Tyler's shoulders.
"Josh." Tyler breathes out, bringing his mouth to Josh's jaw, kissing him, needily.
"Y-Yeah?" Josh says, Tyler bringing their lips together, kissing him briefly. Tyler pulls away, his forehead on Josh's, their breaths mixing together.
"You're not Lydia's anymore." He brings his hand to Josh's cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the bruise. "S-So will you be mine?"
Josh's face ignites into fiery red, his eyes wide, heart racing.
"Ohmygod, yes." He exclaims, pushing their lips together. "I-I…I swear to god, I've been falling for you slowly, and, I-I'm more than happy to be your boyfriend."
Tyler's stomach twists, happily.
"I thought I was the only one." He admits, staring into Josh's deep, hazel eyes.
Goddamn, he's never felt so incredibly smitten.
Tyler's heart slams in his chest, whimpering quietly as he and Josh slowly kissed. Everything begins to feel so overwhelmingly wonderful, as if everything felt so much more levelled now that Josh is officially, officially, his.
"Tyler." Josh begins. "You know that night, a-at my house? When we first had sex?"
Tyler nods, Josh swallowing.
"You didn't just give me my first experience with a boy, b-but my first experience ever." He confesses. Tyler's eyes widen.
"I took your virginity?" Josh nods, and Tyler felt guilty. Josh shouldn't have lost it to him of all people, he's a lowlife fuckboy, who the hell wants their first time to be lost to a guy like him?
"B-But." Josh starts up again. "You made me feel nice…you-you were gentle when you needed to be, and I don't regret it. I don't regret this whole situation, really. In fact, I-I'd do it again to be right here, right now. Even if I do get slapped by Lydia, this is worth it."
Tyler feels his eyes water, his heart twisting in every single direction.
"Goddamn it, I'm so fucking in love with you." Tyler whispers, pressing repeated kisses to Josh's delicate, soft lips. Josh runs his fingers through Tyler's golden-chocolate hair, his legs wrapping around Tyler's waist. Tyler reluctantly pulls away, sitting up and pulling Josh's boxers off, throwing them to the side. He climbs off of Josh and takes off his boxers, too, Josh's face becoming red. Tyler sits up against the headboard, beckoning for Josh to come over. The brunet crawls to him, sitting in his bare lap. Tyler cups Josh's cheek, his thumb brushing over Josh's bottom lip.
"Open your mouth." He whispers, Josh voluntarily parting his lips, Tyler gingerly pushing three of his fingers into Josh's mouth. Josh begins to suck on them, Tyler biting his lip.
"Ride my thigh, baby." Tyler orders, voice gentle. Josh does so, of course, angling his hips and slowly rubbing against Tyler's thigh. He moans around Tyler's fingers, Tyler drinking in the scene before him. Josh picks up the pace his hips are moving, his moans mixing with whimpers. Tyler pants, watching Josh fall apart in his lap. He finally places a hand on Josh's hip, the brunet stopping. Tyler pulls his fingers out of Josh's mouth.
"All fours, princess." he softly tells him. Josh gets off of Tyler turning around so his ass faces Tyler, getting on his hand knees. Tyler bites his lip, hard, sitting on his legs, behind Josh.
"Ready?" Tyler asks. Josh replies with a yes, Tyler deciding to make hickeys along Josh's back as he pushes in a finger.
"Fuck." Josh moans, deeply. Tyler begins to push his finger in and out before adding another. Josh whimpers, pushing against Tyler.
"Tyler." He murmurs. "Please."
"I've only put in two—" Tyler starts, Josh cutting him off.
"I don't care, please…" He begs, rocking his hips against Tyler's fingers. "I need you."
Tyler pulls them out, wiping them on the bed sheets. He sits up on his knees, spitting thickly into his palm, slicking himself up. He grabs Josh's hips, positioning in front of Josh's entrance.
"Chalkboard?" Tyler checks.
"Not even close." Josh replies. Tyler carefully pushes in, Josh and him moaning. After his hips meet Josh's bum, he pauses for a moment, Josh whining.
"Don't stall." He pleads. Tyler chuckles.
"You're gonna have a sore ass."
Josh pushes against Tyler.
"Please." He says again, Tyler rolling his eyes. He bends down, kissing along Josh's spine and holding his hips as he slowly begins to thrust. Josh whimpers, his jaw falling open.
"More?" Tyler breathes. Josh makes a breathy yes, Tyler picking up his pace. Josh releases a guttural moan.
"Oh, fuck yes." He pants. Tyler sits up, thrusting into Josh harder.
"Fuck."
"You like that, princess?" Tyler smirks, pulling out, only to slam back in, making Josh cry out.
"Oh god, yes!" Josh moans. "More, Tyler, fucking hell."
Tyler repeats that action, quickly pounding in and out of Josh. Josh is a mess, gripping the sheets and burying his face into the blanket, screaming Tyler's name. Tyler grabs Josh's thigh, spreading his knees further apart and lifting his leg, a bit. Josh's eyes tighten, back arching his stomach to the bed.
"O-Oh, fuck! Tyler, there!" He cries. Tyler grins, beginning to slam repetitively into Josh's prostate. Josh releases an extremely loud, pornographic, moan. Tyler's jaw drops, his head falling back as he thrusted into his boyfriend. Oh, how wonderfully better it felt to call him that.
"Tyler." Josh says. "D-Dirty talk."
Tyler smirks, placing his forehead against Josh's shoulder.
"God, you feel so fucking good, kitten." Tyler pants, gripping Josh's hips. "You love this, don't you? Getting fucked by me, and only me."
Josh whimpers.
"O-Oh, yes!" He cries. Tyler moans, tangling a hand in Josh's curls, pulling his hair back and pressing his lips to Josh's ear.
"Admit it, Josh; you love me fucking you hard, hm? You'd get on your knees for me, anytime, wouldn't you?" Tyler growls.
"Yes, oh yes, Tyler, I'm—!" Josh screams, voice gravelly, cumming on the sheets. Tyler moans, feeling Josh clench around him. His stomach drops as he thrusts incredibly hard, Josh whimpering in a mess of over sensitivity. Tyler's hips begin to stutter, and before he knows it, he's spilling inside of Josh, groaning, deeply.
Tyler weakly thrusts once or twice, getting off his high and pulling out, collapsing next to Josh. both are gasping for air, sweaty messes. Tyler finds Josh's hand with his, sliding their fingers together. Josh turns to Tyler smiling at him. Tyler smiles back, leaning forward and kissing him.
Josh snuggles into Tyler's chest, Tyler running a hand along Josh's back. He cups Josh's check, pulling him up a little, his lips meeting Josh's neck. He creates purple hickeys, grinning.
"You should show Lydia those tomorrow, tell her how good it feels to be fucked by your boyfriend."
"You know, I have never been excited to go to school." Josh admits. Tyler glances at him as Josh parks his car in the lot, teenagers flooding into the building.
"Why's that?" Tyler as, cheekily, glancing at Josh. Josh smiles, pink dusting his cheeks.
"You know why." He says, leaning across the console. Tyler's already meeting him halfway, their lips connecting. Soft and passionate, it is; the two beginning to smile.
"I love this." Josh mumbles against Tyler's lip. "I love being yours."
The blond-brunet's heart twists, so happily, squeezing Josh's hand, which had been in his since Josh picked him up. They pull away, Josh dreamily smiling.
"You know." He pipes up. "I thought you were a, 'fuckboy who flings, not a boyfriend on strings'?"
He makes quotation marks with his fingers. Tyler rolls his eyes, kissing Josh again.
"Baby, you've got my heart in knots."
Josh blushes, pressing his forehead against Tyler's shoulder.
"Can we just go back to your house? Please?"
"Why, so I can fuck you again?" Tyler smirks, Josh huffing.
"No!"
Tyler can hear his smile with how his words sound.
"So, we can cuddle and drink chocolate milk." He explains. Tyler awes, kissing Josh's hair, before nuzzling his nose into the freshly-dyed, soft, purple curls.
"After school, straight to my house, Netflix binge, and cuddles promised. Okay, princess?"
Josh hums a yes in reply.
"Now get out of my car so I can actually hug you."
Tyler and Josh walk into school, their hands still, proudly, intertwined, fingers loosely clinging together. Their shoulders occasionally bump together, Tyler glancing down at his boyfriend every time they did. Oh, how sweetly the word boyfriend makes him feel, the blossomed reminder that Josh is his.
They do in fact get stared at, but not one person says a thing, Tyler glaring at anyone who glared at him and Josh. Besides, Tyler has power, here; he's the captain of the basketball team.
"Josh, Ty—! oh?"
They're met with a very confused Pete, and a boy with a fedora and glasses standing behind him shyly. Tyler notices that the other boy's hand is connected to Pete's, so he assumes it's Patrick.
"I had no idea that you guys were actually dating." Pete says. "Didn't you have a girlfriend?"
Tyler grins.
"'Have' is the key word, Peter." He retorts, Pete cocking an eyebrow.
"Well. So, um, this is my boyfriend, Patrick," He introduces, whispering something to the shorter boy.
"Hi." Patrick says.
"Hold on a second." Josh says. He walks up to Patrick.
"Stand up as straight as you can— straighter than Brendon will ever be." Josh tells him, Patrick chuckling, before doing so. Josh stands up straight as well.
"Tyler, height difference?" Josh asks. Tyler rolls his eyes at his boyfriend.
Of course he's doing this, the cute little dork. Tyler sighs, walking up to them, snatching Patrick's fedora. Patrick huffs, Tyler shrugging.
"Can't tell the height with a hat on."
Tyler puts the hat on his head as he compares Josh and Patrick.
"I think you're the same."
Josh cheers.
"Finally!" He smiles, glancing at Tyler. Tyler can't take it, Josh's eyes squinched up, his tongue between his teeth—he can practically feel his heart faltering and stomach flipping. Patrick stands on his toes to grab his hat off of Tyler's head, Tyler gesturing to Pete and Patrick.
"Now shoo, I must kiss this human or my heart will burst."
Pete rolls his eyes, taking Patrick's hand in his and going away. Josh blushes at Tyler's words, looking up at the brunet, Tyler smiling and slipping his hands onto Josh's hips. He leans down, his and Josh's lips connecting, and oh, he swears he sees stars every time. After a moment or two, the pull away, carefully. Tyler runs his fingers through Josh's vibrant curls, Josh grinning.
"I will never get over kissing you," Tyler whispers, gently kissing Josh again.
"I think you've said that before?" Josh mumbles. Tyler shrugs.
"Just goes to show, I mean it."
And yes, they kiss again.
Once they do pull away, though, they walk to Josh's locker, Tyler kissing him deeply before leaving to his locker. Before he'd left, he whispered to Josh.
"One day, you are going to kill me with your smile, and oh, your kisses, Josh, I swear to god, my heart beats so much faster"
So of course, it left Josh smiling big.
Tyler makes it over to his locker, seeing a girl with bleach blonde hair and too much makeup that made him angry.
Lydia.
"What do you want?" Tyler boredly asks, twisting the knob on his lock.
"How long have you been fucking my boyfriend?" She quizzes, voice prissy.
"You mean how long have I been fucking my boyfriend? Well, I've been fucking my boyfriend for almost two months now." Tyler peeks his head from behind his locker door, smiling at Lydia's shocked look.
As he grabs his things for first class, he can practically hear Lydia fuming.
"Well, fine. Josh always seemed like a faggot, anyway."
Tyler's eyes widen, and he slams the locker shut, pinning Lydia to the other lockers with his arm.
"Don't you fucking call him that, you have no fucking right. You let any sucker with a nice face shove his dick in you, you fucking whore." He hisses. "If I even hear that word and Josh in the same sentence come from your mouth, me and my basketball buddies will fucking ruin you. Badmouth me, sure, I don't fucking care. Badmouth Josh? I will make you regret even putting your pinky in this fucking school. Got it, bitch?"
Her eyes are wide, and she nods. Tyler moves his arm, watching her stumble away. Some kids are looking at him shock, and he glares at them next.
"What?" He sneers. They carry on, immediately, and Tyler finds himself rushing to Josh's locker.
"So, not gay?" Ashley asks as Josh and Tyler sit down across from her. Before Josh answers, Tyler does, a smirk on his lips.
"Definitely gay. You should hear him as I fuck—" Josh slaps his hand over Tyler's mouth, his eyes wide and cheeks crimson. The group is chuckling, Tyler grinning at his boyfriend. Josh whispers to him,
"Don't say that!" He whines. Tyler snickers.
Everyone freezes up as Lydia sits next to Brendon, across from Josh and Tyler. Brendon grimaces, scooting closer to Dallon. Tyler frowns.
"I thought I made it clear to you that Josh is my boyfriend, not yours." Tyler feels Josh's hand slide up his arm, the purple haired boy getting closer to him. Lydia snorts,
"We never actually broke up, so that means Josh is still my boyfriend."
Tyler's eyebrows furrow.
"How does that even make sense?!"
Lydia says nothing, Tyler becoming more infuriated.
"Fine!" He says, and turns to Josh, cupping his cheek and bringing their lips together. Josh gasps, but grabs Tyler's hand and puts it on his hip. Tyler slips his tongue past Josh's lips, the other boy moaning, quietly. He hesitantly pulls away, biting Josh's bottom lip as he does. Josh is smirking, his eyes lidded.
Once they pull away, they turn to Lydia, her face engrossed with disgust. Tyler grins, feeling Josh squeeze his hand. Josh adds.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Tyler's boyfriend. Not yours. I like dick. D-I-C-K."
"Mine, especially." Tyler says.
"So, did you go to Tyler's today?" Mr. Dun asks his son. Josh's cheeks redden a bit.
"Um, y-yeah. I did. why do you ask?" He says. Mr. dun shrugs.
"It's hard to not notice my son limping."
Mrs. Dun slams her fist at the table and glares at him before sighing.
"I really want to be angry, but, you're right." She admits. Josh's face is bright red, his siblings in fits of laughter. Ashley groans aloud.
"Guys, I'm twelve, I don't want to hear about my brother having gay sex with his boyfriend especially at dinner."
"Ashley!" Mrs. Dun exclaims. Ashley shrugs.
"What?"
Josh buries his face in his sleeves, hiding his face from his family. Jordan leans over to Josh.
"Was he good?" Josh fake-ly sobs.
"Why am I living?"
"For tyLER'S DICK!" Abby screams, Mr. and Mrs. Dun shouting at her. Ashley crawls under the table, shouting that her innocence fading, Jordan is laughing maniacally, and Josh asking god where he went wrong.
They hear an abrupt chuckle.
"Is right now a bad time? It's not every day I hear a family talking about me and my crotch."
They turn around, Tyler standing there, his dirty blond hair in a mess. He looked tired, but his eyebrow was cocked up, him wearing a baffled smirk. Josh's face turns even more red, Jordan now choking on his laughter. Mrs. Dun, turns to him.
"Don't worry about it, dear. Also, Tyler, sweetheart, my eldest son is limping like a wounded elk, go a little easier on him."
"Mum!" Josh exclaims. Tyler blushes a bit.
"Yes, ma'am." He signals to his boyfriend before exiting the dining room. Josh sighs, getting up and following Tyler to the kitchen.
Once he's in there, Tyler wears a sleepy smile, resting again the counter. Josh's heart flutters, slowly approaching him. Once he's near him, Tyler's arms gently pull him into an embrace, the blond-brunet burying his nose in Josh's hair. Josh lays his forehead against Tyler's chest, wrapping his arms around Tyler.
"Jus' wanted to say hi…" Tyler mumbles, closing his eyes and breathing in, his senses filling with Josh's scent. His heart beats a little faster, cheeks turn a little redder, and his stomach twists a little too much.
"Your heart is beating super-fast, Ty." Josh notices, Tyler chuckling, softly.
"That happens a lot when I'm around you."
Josh carefully looks up at him, Tyler feeling choked up just at the softness in Josh's eyes. He's just like a lovesick puppy, and Josh has got his heart on a leash. Tyler moves his hands to Josh's cheeks, taking a moment to appreciate this human in his grasp. he gingerly caresses Josh's cheek with his thumb, the purple haired boy leaning into his touch. Tyler bows his head down, slowly and gently, bringing their lips together. Tyler feels his heart burn a flame that turns his cheeks pink, the way Josh's soft lips feel, his red cheeks, and how he begins to clutch Tyler's shirt in his hands. Tyler tries to calm his nervousness, pulling Josh just a bit closer.
"I…" Tyler murmurs against Josh's lips. "I love you."
Josh gasps quietly, his eyes opening. Anxiety tugs Tyler's heart, curious as to if Josh would repeat the phrase or awkwardly reject it. Josh's eyes burn into his, Tyler swallowing his regret.
"Um." Tyler stutters, feeling choked up. "S-Sorry."
Josh's eyes widen, and he grabs one of Tyler's hands.
"N-No! It's…don't be sorry, it's—it was just surprising." He reassures. Tyler doesn't feel any better, though, and Josh sighs, a small smile on his face.
"I love you, too, you dork." He says, standing on his toes and kissing Tyler. Tyler felt the weight on his chest crumble away, both of his hands now connected with Josh's.
"Now that I can say it, I don't think I'll stop." Tyler warns, causing Josh giggle as they kiss. Josh pulls away, but after he repetitively presses short kisses to Tyler's lips. Josh squeaks as his feet suddenly leave the ground, Tyler sweeping him up into his arms. Tyler chuckles, smiling at Josh before sitting the older on the countertop.
Once Josh is up there, Tyler gets between his legs and buries his face against collar bone. His arms wrap around Josh's waist, the other laying his chin on Tyler's head. Josh begins to rub Tyler's back, feeling the blond-brunet sigh, softly.
"Is this my flannel?" Tyler mumbles. Josh blushes as he begins giggling, Tyler rolling his eyes. Tyler kisses Josh's jaw, resting his head back against his neck.
"Love you." Josh says, Tyler grinning like a lovestruck idiot.
"Love you, too, baby."
Josh's dad walks in, quite surprised at the scene.
"Enjoying each other's company?" He quizzes. Josh rolls his eyes.
"Hush. You're just jealous because my significant other is a dude." Josh retorts. Mr. Dun's face flashes red.
"That-that–I told you to keep quiet about that conversation, Joshua."
Tyler bursts into laughter, Josh grinning. Mr. Dun awkwardly walks back into the kitchen Josh listening as he randomly claims his love for his wife.
"Is your dad secretly gay?" Tyler asks. Josh chuckles.
"He's bisexual, I think, but apparently." Josh deepens his voice. "'Your mother won't even give me a finger'."
Tyler breaks into another fit of laughing, Josh snorting. After the dirty blond calms down, he pats Josh's thigh.
"Your family, I swear."
After a moment or two, Josh nudges Tyler's hair with his nose.
"Ty." He mumbles. "Let's go upstairs and sleep forever, please."
Tyler chuckles.
"Sounds good to me." He agrees, Josh wrapping his legs around Tyler's waist as the blond-brunet pulls him off the counter. Tyler kisses his forehead as they go upstairs, hearing Mrs. Dun shout.
"Where're you two goin'?"
"To sleep!" Josh answers. They hear her laugh.
"Sure! But I don't want to hear y'all having sex again!" She retorts. Josh blushes, Tyler smirking.
"I don't know, Mrs. Dun, you created a pretty good lookin' kid. I'll have try to resist!"
She laughs, Tyler chuckling.
"Dork." Josh mumbles to him as they enter Josh's room. Tyler closes the door with his foot, walking over to the bed. He turns around so his back faces the bed, Josh quirking an eyebrow. Tyler grins, leaning back.
"Tyler, you doUCHE—!" Josh yelps as Tyler falls back, him clinging to his boyfriend. Tyler's back hits the bed, Josh whimpering.
"That wasn't nice." He whines. Tyler chuckles.
"I'm not nice."
Josh gets off of Tyler, crawling to his pillows and burying himself underneath the blankets.
"Ty." He says. "Come snuggle me."
Tyler smiles, kicking off his shoes and getting up, walking around to the other side of the bed. He lifts up the covers and joins Josh underneath them. His boyfriend immediately cuddles up to him, squishing Tyler in his arms. Tyler wraps his arms around Josh, the shorter boy burying his face in Tyler's chest,
"Love yooou."
"Love you, too, princess." Tyler says. "If I'm your princess, that makes you my prince."
Tyler hums.
"Does that make Lydia the dragon?"
Josh begins to giggle.
"Ohmygosh." He snorts. "Clever."
Tyler smirks, squeezing Josh, lightly. Josh snuggles closer.
"Mm, my knight in shining armor." He says. Tyler kisses his hair.
"Mhm, here to save you from the bitchy dragon with no fashion sense." Josh giggles more.
"You dork."
"I love you." Tyler says, Josh smiling.
"I love you, too, my prince."
Josh bites into his pillow, his fingers gripping into it, the fabric muffling a soft moan. Yeah, so his ma said not to have sex, but a blowjob doesn't count, right? Josh's shirt sat somewhere on the edge of the bed, and the sheets covered up to his chest. Tyler's head visibly bobbed up and down, himself covered with the sheets. Josh could feel the dirty-blonde's fingertips bruising into his hips, him running his tongue along Josh's length.
"Tyler, o-oh." Josh's breathy voice was muffled by his pillow, biting into the fabric as Tyler replied to his moan by gently sucking the tip. Josh's back raises, his eyes rolling into his head as Tyler sucks hard, his hands sliding down Josh's thighs and squeezing them. Josh squeaks a bit, gripping his pillow more.
"T-Ty, oh." Josh bites his lip. His hips buck into Tyler's mouth, and he whimpers as he hits the back of Tyler's throat. The blond-brunet doesn't seem to mind this, and he relaxes his throat, letting Josh thrust into his mouth.
"Tyler, Ty–fuck." Josh feels his stomach twist and drop, his legs twitching before breaking into a spasm as he moans deeply, spilling down his boyfriend's throat. He gasps for breath, Tyler slowly pulling off. Josh feels Tyler panting hotly against his hips, his face flushing more red. He bites his lip, feeling Tyler's teeth gingerly nip at his thigh, a mark blooming his skin before the taller boy presses kisses around it.
Josh pushes the pillow underneath his head, watching as Tyler's head emerges from the blankets, his dirty-blonde hair disheveled and cheeks red, spit dribbling down his lips. he crawls up, sitting himself on Josh's hips and kissing up the other boy's jaw. Josh smiles, Tyler's hands caressing the curves of his chest.
"Was I good?" Tyler quizzes, smirking at his boyfriend, still kissing around his face. Josh hums.
"Is that a trick question? You always are." He answers, simply. Tyler chuckles, kissing Josh's forehead and nose, smiling as Josh's cheeks turned light pink, his eyes squinching as he smiled.
"You're far too cute," Tyler mumbles, kissing Josh's lips, softly. "So cute."
Josh blushes more, releasing small squeaks.
"Don't lie." Josh jokes.
"Lie? are you saying I'm a liar?" Tyler gasping. "You are incredibly adorable, Joshua Dun! Don't tell me I am a liar; I am just infatuated with my princess' cuteness."
Josh's cheeks ignite red, him biting his lip. he rolls them over so he's on top of Tyler, and buries his face into Tyler's neck.
"Fine, fine. I'm…cute, but only because my prince says so." He caves in, Tyler's stomach bubbling at Josh's name for him.
"I love you." Tyler murmurs, burying his nose in Josh's soft, purple hair. They soon readjust their cuddling position, deciding to shed off their pants and shirts as they switch to spooning.
Once they're comfortable, Tyler gently kisses over Josh's freckled shoulders, a hand massaging Josh's scalp, his opposite arm, protectively, wrapped around Josh. Josh lays his hand over Tyler's, slipping their fingers together and feeling his body tingle, happily. A small silence fills the room, the only sound being Tyler's kisses to Josh's skin, followed by their breathing. Tyler kisses up the back of Josh's neck before pressing his lips against Josh's ear.
"I love you, so much, Joshua." He whispers, Josh's heart pumping. Josh softly squeezes Tyler's hand in his.
"I love you, too, prince."
And well, Tyler did it.
Right? He succeeded his deal with Ashley and Dallon. He got Josh to cheat and break up with Lydia, so the bet is off–Tyler is no longer needed. His part is done.
Not true. Because, along the sidelines, Tyler accidentally fell—and it wasn't the kind of fall you can easily recover from—he fell hard. and, Josh did, too. getting up from that fall would never be easy for the both of them, in fact, they probably never will. Falling out of love isn't easy. And they're pretty content on the floor.
