{trigger warning: sexual content}

When Josh got back to the hotel from the police station, he found Tyler sleeping soundly naked on top the starch white covers of Josh's twin bed. His clothes were nowhere to be seen so Josh assumed he was washing them.

He chuckled under his breath, shrugging off his jacket and button down and climbing into the bed beside his fiancé. Tyler looked angelic in his sleep, any of the worry or anxiety pinned in the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

His bottom lip jutted out as he took a deep breath, a small cut near the middle. Josh reached forward and brushed his thumb across his mouth, tempted to kiss him but afraid of waking him.

Tyler needed as much sleep as he could get, considering everything he'd been through. They all did, and seeing Tyler asleep made Josh realize just how tired he was. He hadn't had a decent amount of sleep in what- four months? Sex, he could live without. Sleep, hell no.

"Don't ever leave me alone again," he whispered to himself, seeing Tyler shift and mumble something that sounded similar to his name.

Josh kicked his pants off, leaving only his boxers on, and lied on his stomach while Tyler slept on his side with his back to him. He tucked one arm under his head, the other hanging off the bed, and let his heavy eyelids finally come down.

By the time he woke back up, it was midnight, but it felt like Josh had just barely closed his eyes when the persistent ring of his cell stirred him to consciousness. He fumbled for his pants, grabbing a corner of the leg and fishing his phone out of the front pocket.

"What?" He groaned, his voice low from just waking up.

"Have you been in contact with Jeremy's lawyer lately?" Jenna asked.

Tyler stirred beside him, turning to face Josh. His eyes remained closed.

"I haven't," Josh said, sitting up. He could already hear in her voice that something was wrong. "Is something wrong?"

"She said she'd be back at the station at 8 tonight and it's already past 10:30. Brad and I are on the way to her house. Apparently, she lives alone on some property that she owns."

"Foul play?"

"Not sure yet. I have a bad feeling about this. Stay at the hotel and rest, I'll send Sarah to get you if something is up."

When she hung up, Josh swung his legs off the bed, stretching his neck and back. He felt a pair of arms snake around his waist, Tyler's lips grazing the skin between his shoulder blades.

"Who was that?" Tyler asked in a sleepy voice, resting his chin on Josh's shoulder.

Josh took one of Tyler's hands in his, playing with his fingers. "Jenna. Jeremy's lawyer didn't show up at the police station when she said she would, so she and Brad are checking it out."

Tyler hummed, running his free hand down from Josh's waist to the band of his underwear. He kissed the back of his neck and hit gently, catching Josh's attention.

"Remember when we met?"

"Of course," Josh laughed, closing his eyes as Tyler left fire in the wake of his lips, biting and kissing any skin he could reach. "You were nineteen and a new recruit at the BAU. I was twenty-three and had been there for a year. It was a huge scandal when we started sleeping together, considering. We didn't even get together until three years later."

He tilted his head back, allowing Tyler access to bruise where his neck met his shoulder. Tyler hummed against his skin and scratched gently across his stomach, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to make Josh curve his back. "I understand why. You were afraid of commitment, knowing that either of us could die any day. Our field of work isn't known for its long lifespan."

"You were a horny kid," Josh laughed.

"Well, I was young and dumb and a virgin. And you..." Tyler started to reach lower, slipping his hand the thin veil of Josh's underwear. "Were absolutely crazy for me."

As much as Josh wanted Tyler, he grabbed his hand to stop them before it became something else. "Ty, we're on the job. We don't have sex while we're working a case, remember?"

Tyler frowned. "When did we say that?"

"San Francisco, the witch hunter case. The sheriff caught us in a back alley and we-"

"I don't..." Tyler pulled completely away from Josh, curling into a tight, naked ball. His eyes flickered back in front of him as if flipping through a photo-book of memories in his mind. "Why don't I remember that?"

"Baby, it's okay, it wasn't even a big thing," Josh said, touching his shoulder.

For a moment, Tyler didn't move from the fetal position, but when he looked up, he did so with fiery, haunting eyes. Before Josh could ask him what was wrong, he pounced, kissing Josh so hard that he probably left bruises.

Something was wrong here. Josh could feel it. He grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, unsure how to assess Tyler's sudden urges.

"What's up with you today?" He asked, watching Tyler squirm underneath him. "Your behavior has been out of control lately. Tell me what's happening, sweetheart, I want to help you."

Tyler started him down- or rather, stared him up- and his face contorted into anguish, something Josh was definitely not expecting.

"I need you to distract me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Tears started to gather in the corners of his eyes as he begged. "Please. Fuck me until I can't feel my legs. Make me choke, make me bleed, make me feel numb, I don't care. Just distract me, before the voices tell me to do something worse."

Josh wanted to stop the situation from escalating then and there, but Tyler hardly begged him for anything, and he had this look of desperation that Josh had never seen before. So, he let go of his wrists and grabbed his jaw, kissing him as gently as he could. Tyler reciprocated easily, wrapping his arms around Josh's neck and sliding his tongue between his lips.

As worried as Josh was, he would do anything to make sure Tyler was okay, even something that they agreed on never doing, and it wasn't like the sex was any bad. It was so good, in fact, that Josh didn't even bother answering his persistently ringing phone until it was too late.