josh is serious about proving himself to tyler. he needs tyler to admit that he's never had anybody like him in the same way that josh has never had anybody like tyler. it kept him up late last night, his mind plagued with the burning desperation of needing tyler's praise and approval. he couldn't stop replaying the scene over and over again in his head of him fucking tyler, scrutinizing his every action.

did tyler like kissing him? did it give him tingles when josh's hands caressed his body? did his mouth feel good? had tyler even enjoyed calling him daddy? why wasn't he more rough with him? tyler is bossy and he's a control freak, but josh knows him well enough to know that just means he loves when someone can put him in his place. josh can put him in his place, and he wants to, too, but for some reason, he just couldn't then. not their first time. he was enjoying himself too much, too concerned with savoring the feeling of tyler twitching in his mouth and his tight heat enveloping him for the first time.

he especially couldn't stop imagining tyler's lips against his own, and still can't stop picturing it even a day later. tyler's kiss is intoxicating. his pink, plush lips are so full and so warm. they feel like heaven, taste like heaven. josh would sacrifice breathing easily for the rest of his life if it meant that tyler's lips were the ones suffocating him. even now, he's sitting on tyler's bed trying to listen whatever nonsense he won't stop rambling about, but he can't focus on anything other than the luring movement of his lips.

"tyler," he says, not meaning to but definitely interrupting him in the middle of a sentence. his lips halt, parted slightly for a brief moment before they squeeze shut in a small, tight-lipped smile.

"what? am i boring you?" his smile is nervous, insecure. josh regrets interrupting him.

"no, never." he shakes his head. he could listen to tyler's soft voice forever, always interested in the beautiful things he has to say. "i just..." he trails off, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue as eyes tyler hungrily. is he allowed to tell tyler he wants to kiss him right now? would that be weird? would tyler take it any differently than he intends?

tyler's eyes slowly travel down josh's abdomen, stopping at the front of his jeans."oh."

josh swallows thickly, a flash of anxiety hitting him as tyler eyes his bulge. does he think josh is weird? is he going to ask josh to leave? is this okay?

"i didn't even do anything," tyler teases, "you're such a freak."

his unsure smile shifts into one of amusement, easing the pressure in josh's chest. he rolls his eyes in response, his smile matching tyler's. "i know you, of all people, are not calling me a freak."

"i am," tyler challenges, arms crossed over his chest.

"you're the freak."

tyler's cheeks redden, but he still won't give in. "am not."

"mhm, sure," josh deadpans. "should we start talking about all your dirty, little kinks then?"

"shut up," tyler laughs, playfully shoving josh's shoulder. "that's totally not fair. i know for a fact you like the same shit, so you're just as much of a freak as i am."

josh raises an eyebrow. "how would you know that?" he asks. tyler just looks at him for a moment, eventually raising his shoulders in a small shrug. "see? you don't."

tyler is quiet for a few seconds. "why don't you show me?" he suggests, trying to come off as cocky but failing miserably. it would probably fool anybody else, but josh can see right through his act. he's just as desperate for josh right now as josh is for him.

"hm," josh hums, reaching out to place his hand on tyler's knee. he trails his hand up and down his clothed thigh, rubbing slowly. "you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

tyler's eyes follow his hand, his breath hitching in his throat as josh's thumb gently grazes against his strained cock. "maybe," he murmurs, still fighting to maintain his false confidence.

"maybe," josh repeats in a mocking tone. he moves his hand back down tyler's thigh before pulling away completely, grinning at his frustrated sigh. "you gonna set the camera up or what?"

josh snickers watching tyler shoot off the bed without any ounce of hesitation. while he sets up the camera, josh decides to busy himself by getting more comfortable. he pulls his shirt off, knowing it's going to come off anyway so he might as well not waste any time, and removes his belt for the same reason. as tyler finishes setting up and hits record, josh adjusts the pillows at the head of his bed to be more comfortable to lean back on. tyler stands, blinking at josh in surprise at the sight of him shirtless. josh grins, raising one finger to beckon him closer.

tyler practically pounces on him, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss once his knees are pressed firmly into the bed at either side of josh's thighs. the latter can't help the low groan that escapes from deep in his throat, relishing the sensation of finally having tyler's mouth on his once again. the kiss deepens as tyler reaches up to cup his face, josh's own hands gripping his hips tightly. he can feel the heat and desire radiating off of tyler from where he straddles his lap, barely able to focus on the kiss, senses overloaded with just tyler. unusually cold, small hands on his face, minty breath and wet lips, warm puffs of breath, thighs sandwiching josh's. such simple things only add fuel to the fire within josh, his dick straining uncomfortably against his jeans.

it takes all his strength to pull back from the kiss first, almost immediately missing tyler's soft and supple mouth but knowing what's to come will feel even better. "baby," he murmurs, snaking his hands beneath tyler's shirt and caressing his bare sides, smirking at the hum tyler gives him. "you're gonna go down on me, yeah? gonna show me how good you are."

"mhm," tyler agrees, doing josh a favor and removing his shirt for him, tossing it aside.

he moves to dip down towards josh's neck, but josh plants a firm palm against his chest, stopping him. tyler blinks at him, dumbfounded as the tip of josh's index finger slowly traces one of his tattoos, appreciating the contrast of the dark ink against his tan skin. josh inhales slowly as his eyes trail over tyler's bare chest and stomach, fighting against the urge to flip him over and fuck him right then and there. the tension between them thickens as tyler watches josh watch him, both men silent other than their steady breaths.

"okay," josh whispers, finally, once he realizes he's been ogling at tyler for longer than what would be considered normal. if tyler thinks anything of it, he doesn't say anything, he just chews on his lower lip and blinks with those pretty brown doe-eyes. "go ahead."

tyler attaches his lips to josh's neck finally, nipping and sucking at the skin below his ear and leaving a trail of bites down to his collarbone. he fumbles with the button josh's jeans, trying and failing to undo it with only one hand. josh smirks, chuckling to himself as he reaches between them to help out. tyler works quickly once his pants are unbuttoned, hooking his fingers beneath two layers and wiggling josh out of both his jeans and boxers. he tosses them on the floor, settling between josh's thighs as he trails kisses down his stomach.

josh inhales sharply as tyler's skinny fingers curl around the base of his shaft, bucking his hips involuntarily into his hand. tyler's touch feels like fire against him, a burning inferno that seeps into his skin and spreads through his veins, making him woozy. his head spins at the image of tyler spitting on his dick, saliva dripping down the side until tyler catches it in his hand, spreading the wetness over josh's length at an agonizingly slow pace.

"stop teasing," he scolds, grabbing a fistful of tyler's hair, urging him closer.

tyler smiles smugly but obliges nonetheless, not making josh wait any longer before his takes his leaking tip between his lips. josh can't help in the guttural sound that escapes him, the fire in his veins settling into his bones as tyler takes him further in his warm mouth. "fuck. that's it, baby," he purrs.

it's definitely the hottest thing josh has ever seen—tyler between his legs, sultry eyes locked on josh's, cheeks hallowed around his slick cock. josh tightens his fingers in his hair, pushing him down further when tyler tries to come up for air.

"ah, ah," he tsks, desperately fighting to urge to thrust further down tyler's throat as he holds him by the hair at the base of his cock. tyler's throat tightens around him, but josh holds him for a moment longer before finally letting him up for air. he coughs and sputters, a trail of saliva still connecting his swollen lips to josh's dick, lashes wet with tears. josh slides his hand to cup tyler's cheek, softly stroking his thumb over his cheek. "pretty boy. wanna fuck your face."

"do it," tyler urges, taking another moment to steady his breathing before his velvet lips are wrapping around josh's length once more, making his breath hitch in his throat.

he moves his hand back to tyler's head, tangling his fingers in the man's hair. "god, your mouth feels amazing."

the hum tyler gives in response sends a jolt of electricity through josh's toes. he can't take it anymore, not with the way tyler is looking at him and with the wet sounds his mouth is making against his cock. josh's grip tightens, holding tyler still as his hips snap upwards into his mouth.

"take it," josh orders. he breathes out a shaky moan as tyler's throat clenches around him, but doesn't let up. "you're made for this, baby. fuck. so good. good boy."

josh fucks his face relentlessly, desperately chasing his own high as a familiar pool of heat begins to settle deep in his stomach. "gonna come. you're gonna swallow it. i know you fucking want to."

he fights to keep his eyes from squeezing shut, refusing to look away from the beautiful sight of tyler submitting to him. his teary eyes watch josh intently, squinting each time his cock hits the back of his throat. josh thrusts once, twice, three times more before he can't take the pressure in his stomach and finally lets go, his hips stuttering in tyler's mouth as he comes down his throat. tyler barely even flinches, he just keeps those damned eyes locked on josh and swallows around him.

"holy fuck, ty," he groans, panting softly as pleasure courses through his entire body. he slows his hips to a stop, relaxing against the bed as tyler sits up with a sharp breath. josh looks at him, vision clouded in bliss, chuckling at the sloppy grin he receives. "you're amazing."

"i know," tyler boasts, voice hoarse from his throat having been abused. he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. "s'good?"

josh nods, covering his eyes with his forearm as he takes a deep breath. "so good," he praises, taking another moment to recover from his intense orgasm before he's sitting up and urging tyler closer. "c'mere. your turn. take off your pants."

tyler does so eagerly, stripping down to nothing before settling between josh's spread legs, this time with his back flush against josh's chest as he sits. this much of his skin against josh's is exhilarating and weirdly comforting and probably more intimate than it should be. josh's heart lurches in his chest, beating so fast he's afraid tyler might notice. he doesn't acknowledge it, thankfully, just drops his head back to rest on josh's shoulder as the latter's arms snake around his waist.

"beg for it," josh says firmly, splaying his one hand over tyler's stomach while the other trails gently up and down his side. "let me hear you, baby."

"please." tyler's voice trembles, his big, pleading eyes locked on josh's. he's already wrecked, and josh hasn't even touched him yet. the thought makes the man grin, continuing his teasing as his hand trails to tyler's thigh.

"please, what? come on, use your words. you can do it," josh encourages, holding his gaze.

tyler whines, hips hips lifting as he bucks towards josh's hand. "please, daddy. touch me. need you to touch me. oh god, please touch me," he begs.

"mm," josh hums in his ear, his lips brushing against the man's temple as he speaks. "that's a good boy. you sound so pretty. look so pretty like this," he praises. he brings the hand that had been rubbing tyler's thigh up to his mouth. "spit."

tyler obliges, taking a moment to collect the saliva in his mouth before he spits into josh's hand. josh slowly drags his wet palm over tyler's length, his free arm wrapped firmly around his stomach, holding him in place. he watches intently as tyler's jaw falls slack and his eyebrows furrow, grinning at the sight of him all worked up, face flushed and glistening with sweat. once tyler is slick with spit, josh wraps his hand around the base of his dick, slowly stroking his length.

"tell me how it feels," he orders, his lips brushing against tyler's ear. the man shivers in response, his body relaxing against josh's.

"so good," tyler breathes, resting his temple against josh's forehead, eyes shut blissfully. "feels so good, daddy. don't stop."

josh chuckles, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. he glides his hand over tyler, slowly curling his wrist as he fists his cock. "yeah? you like that? you like when i touch you?" he purrs in a low tone.

"yes," tyler whines, bucking his hips into josh's hand. "love when you touch me, j. fuck. need more."

"more?" josh tsks, unable to resist the urge to smooth a kiss against his pink cheek. "so needy, baby. tell me what you need. let me help you," he coos, smirking at the way tyler hisses as he glides his thumb over his slit. tyler can't stop whining like the pathetic little mess he is, writhing in josh's arms, thrusting his hips into his hand.

"need you to finger me," he murmurs, breathless, hooded eyes meeting josh's own as he pleads. "please, jo-," he interrupts himself with a frustrated whine, making josh snicker. he wants nothing more than to hear tyler saying his name in that whiny little voice, and it's obvious tyler's struggling to maintain what little self-control he has left. "please, daddy," he corrects, "please. need it."

josh does him a favor, silencing him by stuffing three fingers in his mouth, pressing them firmly against his tongue. tyler's lips close around them as he laps at josh's fingers, moaning against them as josh continues to slowly glide his fist over his cock. he lifts his legs over tyler's, hooking his ankles beneath his and forcing his legs open, holding him spread wide like that.

"good boy," he murmurs in tyler's ear, his own erection growing at the shaky whimper tyler gives in response. "you like that, don't you? like it when i call you a good boy?"

with josh's fingers curled on his tongue, the only response tyler can manage is a muffled, "mhm."

josh inhales sharply, pulling his fingers away. "god, you're so hot," he whispers.

he reaches around to the front of tyler, adjusting him to lean back against him slightly, giving josh better access to his hole. without warning, he buries his index finger half-way inside, drinking in the sweet moans that follow. he has tyler spit in his other hand again, stroking his re-wetted palm over tyler's length at a quicker pace.

"so good for me," josh praises, curling his tongue around tyler's earlobe. "take it so well."

"oh my god," is all tyler can manage. another moan rips through him as josh adds a second digit, slowly pumping the two fingers inside him. tyler melts into him, relying entirely on josh to hold himself up as he completely submits to the pleasure. his hips buck lazily into josh's hand, his fingers curled tightly around the bedsheets beneath them. "gonna come," he announces suddenly, gasping when josh nips at his earlobe.

"not yet, baby," josh urges, lowering his mouth to leave love bites on tyler's jaw. "you're not gonna come until i say so. be a good boy for me."

"pleasepleaseplease." tyler's hips move more desperately as josh slows his pace. "please let me come, please."

"mmm, i don't know," josh teases, sneaking a third finger inside him, smirking at the way his body tenses. "maybe if you keep begging like a good boy. let me hear you say it."

"fuck, please," the man whimpers, squirming against josh's chest. the latter growls, wrapping his legs tighter around tyler's, holding him firmly in place. "i'magoodboy," he breathes out. "i'm a good boy, please, please."

"such a good boy," josh agrees, grinning wickedly as he curls his fingers, knowing he's hitting tyler's prostate at the way he cries out.

"need to come, need to come, gonna come. please let me come," tyler babbles mindlessly. his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowing as he ruts into josh's hand.

josh shakes his head, his eyes fixated on the beautiful sight of tyler coming undone against his chest. "hold it."

"josh," he whines frustratedly, having no idea the effect it has on said man. josh's dick twitches, straining uncomfortably where it rests against tyler's lower back. the way he moans josh's name is so perfect it should be a sin to hear anybody else do it ever again. who knew it was possible to get butterflies in your stomach from something so vulgar?

"fuck," josh mutters, rubbing his fingers over tyler's prostate relentlessly for another moment before finally saying, "come for me."

tyler's entire body convulses as he comes in josh's hand, spilling over onto his stomach as well. he moans so loud the sound makes josh's ears ring, but he wouldn't dare complain. he slows his motions, gently working tyler through his climax, murmuring in his ear about what a good boy he is. he only stops once tyler's body stops trembling, and then he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks it clean.

tyler says nothing, so neither does josh. he tightens his arms around tyler's waist and nuzzles his nose against his hair, breathing in his scent. tyler stays wrapped up in josh's limbs, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. they sit like that for longer than josh expects, but then all too suddenly tyler is climbing out of his grasp. it takes all of josh's strength not to audibly protest, immediately missing tyler's warm skin against his own. he's still silent as tyler stops the video, not feeling confident he could speak without saying something he'll regret.

tyler is the one who finally breaks the silence. "you're hard again," he points out.

josh grabs a pillow from behind him, using it to cover his groin. "shut up," he mutters, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot.

he watches as tyler grabs a towel from the laundry basket and carefully cleans himself, eyes following him as he settles back on the bed beside josh, laying on his stomach. they fall silent again, tyler scrolling through his phone while josh glances around the room. why isn't tyler saying anything? did he not like that? what's he thinking right now?

josh's anxiety gets the better of him, his lips moving before his brain can warn against it. "how was it?"

tyler's eyes lag as lifts his gaze from his phone to josh. "hm? oh. better," he responds, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. they look at each other, josh's tongue heavy in his mouth.

"yeah? you like praise," he points out, grinning smugly at the way tyler's cheeks redden.

"whatever. it was just different. i'm used to being degraded, but that..." he trails off, dropping his gaze back to his phone. "that was different."

"good," josh urges. "you mean it was good. you liked it, don't lie." tyler shrugs nonchalantly, but the blush on his face isn't lost to josh. he knows tyler too well. "okay, well i'm gonna go jerk off in the shower."

he tosses the pillow aside, standing up with a groan. he collects his clothes from the floor, eyebrows raising when tyler asks, "can i join?"

"really?"

"dude, no," tyler laughs. "you freak."

"oh." josh forces a chuckle despite the sinking feeling in his stomach. "okay. wanna watch the office when i'm done?"

tyler nods. "good idea. don't take forever."

"i won't," josh rolls his eyes, hesitating for only a second before he adds, "i'll just picture the face you made when i called you a good boy."

he dodges the pillow the tyler launches in his direction, laughing as the man yells for him to shut up. leaving before he gets the chance to throw another, josh heads to the bathroom connected to tyler's room.

once locked inside, he grips the edges of the sink, leaning towards the mirror. he inhales deeply, really getting a good look at himself. he can't piece together any coherent thought, other than that he feels so fucking confused. the why and the what he can't exactly place, but the who is obvious. he's confused, and tyler is the reason.

sighing, he turns on the shower, looking back in the mirror as the water heats up. why does he keep getting a weird feeling in his stomach? why is it so hard for him to even figure out what he's feeling? he's never experienced anything like this before. all he knows for certain are three things: he can't wait for the moment tyler's lips are back on his, he has a really strange desire to hold him again, and he's definitely going to picture the faces tyler made when he jerks off in the shower.