it's been a while since josh and tyler hung out with their other friends, too preoccupied with each other. selfless tyler wants mark and chris to come over and hang out with them, but selfish josh wants to lock himself and tyler away so nobody can bother them. unfortunately, tyler always wins battles like these, which is how josh finds himself sandwiched on tyler's couch between him and chris, with mark on the other side of tyler.

tyler is sitting closer than chris, because why wouldn't he be? they're all focused on the game of mario kart, but josh's attention is divided between the game and the way tyler's completely leaning into him. his legs are curled up on the couch, knees half-placed in josh's lap, and his arm is pressed firmly against josh's. the contact makes josh feel feverish, his usual pale skin flushed a soft pink.

it's not unusual for tyler to lay all over josh while  mark and chris are over, but it just feels different now. what if they catch on? can they feel the tension between them right now? maybe there is no tension, maybe it's just josh being weird again. but there's no way tyler isn't having similar thoughts, right?

"mark!" tyler whines, slamming his controller down against his lap in frustration. "why would you do that to me? i was so close."

"why would i just let you win?" mark laughs. "just because josh does doesn't mean i do. get better at dodging blue shells."

tyler says, "there was nothing i could do to dodge that," at the same time josh says, "i do not just let him win."

"yeah!" tyler agrees, setting his controller aside as he crosses the finish line in third place. "i win against josh fair and square."

josh finishes behind tyler, the red shell that he got a minute ago still sitting in his item slot. if he would've used it, he definitely could've finished ahead of him. mark and tyler don't notice, they're too busy arguing, but chris elbows his side.

"you're such a liar," he remarks. josh rolls his eyes but grins nonetheless, bringing his index finger to his lips to signal for chris to keep quiet. "don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he says.

"what secret?" tyler chimes in, looking around josh at chris. "i want to know. no secrets allowed."

"sorry, that's classified," josh teases, studying his expression.

tyler's eyebrows furrow, his lips curling inward. "not fair."

"okay, fine," chris gives in, ignoring the worried look josh shoots his way. he pauses for dramatic effect, taking a moment to chuckle before he says, "josh is totally into your mom."

him and mark bust out laughing while josh and tyler sit unamused. josh happens to catch tyler's gaze and notices the way his lips twitch upwards in response. the small change in his expression makes josh smile too.

"except josh is gay so he's actually into your dad," mark snickers, inciting another round of laughter from him and chris.

"my dad?" tyler whines, nose scrunched in disgust for only a moment until he's smiling again.

josh shrugs, his lips moving too fast for his brain as he says, "only because he looks like you."

mark's "woah!" and chris's "oh!" are immediate,  and their laughter dissolves into small, unsure chuckles. josh wants to shrivel up and die right then and there. why would he say something like that in front of them? curse his stupid brain for always lagging behind his mouth. tyler's face is as red as a tomato as he blinks at josh in bewilderment.

"i was kidding," josh mumbles, lowering his gaze to his lap.

"oh, so you're not into me?" tyler asks. josh quickly meets his eyes, his own widened in both shock and anxiety. how is he supposed to respond to that?

"god, no," he lies, knowing for sure that the fearful look on his face does not match the bitter tone of his voice. the way tyler smirks at him makes him start to sweat.

"no?" tyler repeats, his stare intense and piercing through josh's soul. his head tilts to the side like a puppy, those rich brown eyes making josh melt into a puddle, especially when he starts batting his eyelashes.

"no," josh confirms. quieter, unsure. he shifts slightly, subtly trying to adjust himself to hide the way his dick is growing in his shorts. damn tyler for looking at him like that.

tyler isn't stupid. he knows what he's doing. he lowers his palm to josh's upper thigh, curling his fingers around it, squeezing slightly. painfully close to his dick. chris and mark are too busy arguing over which cup to race in next, blissfully unaware to the way one of their friends is tormenting their other friend.

josh shoots him a warning look which tyler completely disregards, only inching the tips of his fingers closer to josh's crotch. it's torturous. tyler is insufferable. josh loves and hates it all at the same time, feeling those slender fingers brushing back and forth over the spot where his thigh meets his hips. he doesn't know how mark and chris are so oblivious, but tyler is a sneaky little bastard. 

josh wants nothing more than to flip him over the couch and take him right then and there, make him regret messing with him like this. he would if they were alone. damn tyler for inviting mark and chris over. the man continues his teasing until the other two finally decide on the next cup, and by then josh's dick is so hard he knows with certainty that he's going to do explode if he doesn't do something about it.

"you guys ready?" chris asks. tyler pulls his hand away just in time before he looks over at them. josh can hear his pulse beating in his ears. 

tyler goes to speak, but josh cuts him off. "i have to go to the bathroom," he announces, shooting tyler a glance. he doesn't have to, actually, but he hopes tyler catches on. judging by the way the color drains from his face, he does, but josh doesn't wait around to hear whatever excuse he comes up with. 

not even a full minute after he closes himself in the bathroom, there's a soft knock on the door. tyler hangs his head like a dog who's been bad, looking up at josh through his lashes. josh grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him inside the bathroom, pressing him against the wooden door and locking it behind him. 

"you're such a fucking tease," josh half-mutters, half-whispers, tightening his grip on his shirt, pushing him tighter against the door. "in front of our friends? really?"

"not my fault you're into me," tyler shoots right back, his eyes narrowing to match josh's. 

his response fills josh with unreasonable anger. tyler thinking anything about how josh might feel about him is infuriating. josh isn't even sure himself how he feels about tyler, but being into him is definitely not it. what gives him the right? tyler is just annoying and completely full of himself. josh is so not into him. 

josh leans in close, touching the tips of their noses together. "the only thing i'm into is using you like the whore that you are," he seethes. anxiety hits him for a split second, worrying that he's gone too far, but the desperate look in tyler's eyes and the red flush that immediately tints his cheeks dissolves that worry. "oh? but that's what you want, too, isn't it?"

tyler nods, his eyes frantically searching josh's, his lower lip tucked between his teeth. josh can't help but smile, relieved he's found a way to gain control over the situation. he wants nothing more than to kiss tyler right now. he yearns to taste the desperation on his tongue. it takes everything in him not to. he wants to break every single rule tyler put in place, but that would risk losing this, and that's not a risk he's willing to take. 

"give me your phone," he orders, letting go of the grip on tyler's shirt to hold out his hand. tyler doesn't ask why. smart boy. he simply hands over his phone, waiting patiently for josh to open his camera and start recording. 

with his free hand, josh presses his thumb to the man's lower lip, freeing it from the grip his teeth have. he guides his thumb between his lips, pressing it flat against his tongue while his other fingers curl around his chin, gripping firmly. "let's put this pretty mouth of yours to use, yeah? wanna show me how good you are?"

he nods again, his eyes wide and locked onto josh's behind the camera. josh is practically drooling at the sight of him, his cock straining painfully in his shorts at the anticipation of his warm mouth. "use your words, baby. let me hear you. tell me how much you want it," he urges, removing his thumb from tyler's mouth and grabbing a fistful of his hair instead. 

tyler hums, his hands finding their way to josh's hips. he hooks his index fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. "please," he starts, his breath hitching as josh's grip tightens on his hair, "please. wanna taste you. need you to fuck my face. need it so bad, please." 

"always so needy." josh tsks, smirking at the whine tyler gives in response. "go on, then," he urges, bringing his hand to tyler's shoulder and guiding him to his knees. 

he keeps the camera on tyler as he kneels before him, sitting back on his thighs as he shimmies josh's shorts and boxers down his legs. his cock springs free, tip flushed and already leaking. tyler takes him between his lips instantly, knowing better than to try to tease any more than he already has. josh groans as he sinks further into his wet heat, extending his arm to hold himself up against the door as he watches tyler's mouth work over him.

"so fucking good, baby," he moans, meeting tyler's eyes as he glances up at him. "look at you. so pretty on your knees for me."

tyler moans against him, the sensation making josh's knees grow weak. he exhales a shaky breath, paying more attention to how hot tyler looks sucking him off than he probably should. it's still insane to him that he got lucky enough for this to be their new normal. tyler could definitely get any guy he wanted easily, but for some reason he agreed to settle for josh. not that he's complaining, not with how amazing he is at getting josh off. 

tyler's lips glide easily over his wet cock, coating him in a generous layer of spit. his fingers curl around the base of his length, lazily pumping whatever isn't buried in his mouth. his tongue swirls around josh's tip each time his lips meet his head. it's all too much. josh can already feel his climax building. he needs to take control, needs something to focus on so he doesn't come already. 

"gonna fuck your mouth. you're gonna take it like the good slut you are, hm?" josh mumbles, nearly crumbling at the weak 'mhm' tyler moans around him. "good boy. hands on me."

without hesitation, tyler removes his hand from josh's dick and places both of them on the outside of his thighs, fingers digging in firmly. josh's hand lowers to tyler's hair, gripping it tightly to hold him in place as he begins rolling his hips into his mouth. he hisses at the feeling of tyler's tongue sliding over the nerves on the underside of his dick. his lips are two plush pillows of heaven, tightened around josh's length in all the right ways. like his mouth was made for him.

"such a good boy," josh purrs. he uses the fistful of tyler's hair for leverage as he sinks in further, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of his throat. tyler's eyes squeeze shut, his nails digging into josh's thighs, concentrating on trying not to choke. desperate to prove how good he is. 

"look at me," josh orders, failing to hide the sloppy grin on his face when tyler's damp lashes part to reveal his teary eyes. "there you are, baby. pretty boy. taking me so well. feels good, huh? this what you wanted?" tyler hums some kind of half-hearted response, making josh snicker. 

he sets a steady pace for a while, abusing tyler's throat as he ruts into him until, eventually, he needs more. he places his hand on the back of his head and pushes him down further, tyler's nose brushing against his lower belly. he chokes out a moan at the way tyler's throat closes around him as he gags. "that's it. you can take it. fuck," he gasps as one of tyler's hands finds its way to massage his balls. "oh god. that's good, baby. i'm close."

josh loosens his grip on the man's head, switching to fuck into his mouth quicker rather than deeper. he's certain tyler's lap has to be covered in drool at this point from just how wet his dick is. the man's mouth is like velvet, soft and smooth. it's the best josh has ever had. he'd spend the entire day fucking tyler's mouth if he could, and he bets tyler would let him, too. 

spots cloud his vision as the heat seated deep in his stomach begins to burn hotter and hotter until he can't take it anymore. impatiently chasing his high, josh babbles a bunch of nonsensical praise until his hips are stuttering and he's coming down tyler's throat. he gives a few more weak thrusts and only then does he still, his cock still between tyler's lips as the latter swallows around him, not letting a single drop spill. 

once he finds the strength to remove himself from his mouth, josh notices that there is, in fact, a whole lot of drool wetting tyler's gray sweatpants. not to mention the glaringly obvious wet spot where the tip of his dick rests. he fills with pride at the sight, knowing just how worked up he's got tyler. 

then, just because he's weak and unable to resist temptation, he's lowering to his knees to match tyler's height and capturing his swollen lips in a heated kiss. he's not sure if he's even getting it on camera, but he doesn't really give a fuck at this point either. he holds tyler's chin between his thumb and index finger, working their lips together with an insatiable hunger. he doesn't want to stop. he wants to return the favor and have tyler moaning his name, but mark and chris are still waiting for them. they've probably been gone too long already.

josh breaks the kiss before he turns off the camera, his chest heaving along with tyler's as they both attempt to catch their breath. they sit quietly for a moment, just looking at each other. josh wishes he could read minds because he's desperate to know what exactly he's thinking right now. after a few seconds, tyler's lips curl into a small grin. 

"good?" he asks, making josh roll his eyes but smile nonetheless. 

"i guess. what did you tell mark and chris? they're probably wondering what's taking so long."

"i said you texted me that you didn't feel good and might throw up, so... i'm gonna put on a clean pair of pants and tell them you got sick. you can wait in my room."

"seriously?" josh raises an eyebrow, his smirk matching tyler's.

"yes, seriously. i want them to go home so we can fuck."

"who says i want to fuck you?" 

tyler gasps as if he's offended, making the pair laugh. "oh, please. i know you do. if you think you don't, you're lying to yourself." he pauses, and when josh doesn't respond, he says, "see? told you."

"fine," josh gives in, then adds, "but this is all your fault."

"what is?" tyler plays dumb, blinking innocently at josh as they both stand and the latter adjusts his shorts back up over his hips. 

"could've just been a normal hangout and had a normal time with our normal friends, but you had to go and be a fucking tease."

"normal is boring," tyler says simply. 

he shrugs, turning on his heels and leaving josh in the bathroom to overthink what the hell he could possibly be implying with that. 

a/n: sorry if this sucks, it was kind of rushed