Tyler woke up to Josh slipping into bed next to him. "Where'd you go?" He mumbled sleepily.

"I ran ta my house ta get a few things," Josh replied, wrapping his arms around Tyler's waist.

"What did you get?" He yawned.

"Cigarettes since you're almost out, money, 'nd other things..." he trailed off.

"What other things?" Tyler turned so he was looking at Josh, eyebrow raised.

"Things," Josh smirked. "How'd ya sleep? Ya were pretty much passed out since ya didn' even stir when I left."

"Good," he sighed happily, cuddling closer to his boyfriend. "Can you hand me a cigarette?"

Josh turned to the nightstand and lit one of the sticks before handing it to Tyler. The brunette had given up on opening his window, letting the smell burry itself in his room and belongings. His dad wasn't home enough to notice it and Tyler sure as hell didn't notice it.

He sucked in and blew the smoke towards Josh, smirking when the pink haired rolled his eyes and smiled. "I meant what I said," he spoke in a low voice, his mouth by Tyler's ear. "Ya look really fuckin' hot when ya smoke."

Tyler grinned again before taking another drag. This time, he blew the smoke away from Josh out the right side of his mouth. "I know. And you look hot all the time," Tyler replied.

"I know," Josh was the one to smirk now as he repeated Tyler's words. "Honestly two hot guys datin' each other? What a power couple."

Tyler began laughing so hard he snorted, only causing him to laugh harder as Josh joined in. "A power couple?" He breathed out. "We have about as much power as a small kitten."

"I think ya underestimate me, Ty," Josh spoke.

"You let Frank beat the shit outta you for four years before you did anything about it and the only reason you snapped was because he said something to me. You're a teddy bear."

Josh chuckled. "Okay, sure," he gave a lazy smile. "But Frank's gone so we ain't gotta worry about that shit anymore, right?"

Tyler didn't reply, just inhaling more smoke. Josh didn't know about what had happened with Gerard.

"Right...?" he trailed off.

"Sure," Tyler shrugged.

"Tyler Joseph what the fuck are ya hidin' from me," Josh ordered in a serious voice.

The mentioned sighed and rubbed his face with the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette. "On Tuesday Gerard found at me at my locker. Apparently I was 'mouthing off'—" he used air quotations. "—so he punched me in the stomach. That's why I skipped on Tuesday. I went to the park and then walked home."

He looked over and Josh was frowning. "He punched ya? Why didn' ya tell me?"

"It didn't matter," Tyler leaned over Josh and flicked the cherry of his cigarette into the water glass before laying back down.

"Bullshit," he responded. "Let me see."

"No."

"Let me fuckin' see!" Josh snapped.

Months ago that tone of voice would have made Tyler cry but now he just rolled his eyes. "Fine!" He snapped back, ripping his shirt up. "Here, asshole!"

Josh looked down at his stomach and let his fingers graze over the bruise that was on it. It was mainly yellow now since it has been a few days but there were still a few spots of blackish blue and even green. It was not a pretty sight and it sure as hell hurt like a bitch. "Jesus, Ty," Josh said softly. "That's bad."

"Uh huh," he said, uninterested. He tugged his shirt down and finished off his cigarette before setting it in water glass, watching water slowly soak it as the ashes swam around the glass.

Josh grabbed his wrist to gain his attention and Tyler saw a sad look on his face. "'M sorry I wasn't here ta protect ya," he said quietly.

"Josh, it's not your fault," Tyler assured.

"Yes it is. I said I would protect ya until I couldn' anymore 'nd I let ya down."

"You're doing a pretty good job despite that. I'm not dead or anything. Yet."

"You're not goin' die, Ty."

"I'm not counting on that."

Josh sighed. "I love ya."

"I love you too."

Josh leaned in and began kissing Tyler passionately, pouring all his love into the action. Tyler kissed back and let Josh lean him back down to the pink haired was hovering on top of him as they made out. Josh's lips trailed down Tyler's jaw and neck before he began sucking on his collarbone. Tyler let out a small gasp at that and he could feel Josh smirk. "Ya like that?"

Tyler nodded. "You're gonna leave marks," he said quietly.

"Good," Josh replied before going back up to Tyler's neck and leaving bruises there too. Josh connected his lips back to Tyler's and led the kiss, letting his hand slip under Tyler's shirt to rest on his back like earlier.

Suddenly, Tyler felt himself get hot and he realized what was happening. Josh realized it too because his other hand slowly moved down and lightly grazed the area. Tyler let out a desperate moan into the kiss. He pulled away and hands found the bottom of Josh's shirt. He quickly lifted it up and off the man before reconnecting their lips.

That went on for a few more minutes until Josh pulled back this time, panting lightly. "Are ya sure ya wanna do this? Ya want this ta be your first?"

Tyler's eyes fluttered shut and he nodded, feeling the endorphins rush through his body. "Yeah," he breathed out. "Please. I need this."

"We gotta go slow 'nd it's goin' hurt but I'll be gentle."

"Do whatever," Tyler looked him in the eye the whole time he took his shirt off, only getting interrupted when he fabric covered his few.

"Good thing I went ta my house then," he smirked. "Always gotta be prepared."

"Just hurry up," Tyler whined, making Josh laugh.

Tyler didn't quite understand anything that happened after that but he knew it felt good despite it hurting and he wouldn't have wanted it to happen with anyone else.

He was madly in love with the pink haired angel sleeping next to him.

If only Tyler knew what was bound to happen after that day.