Start song; Affection by cigarettes after sex

this fic is back from the d e a d

smut warning, this whole book needs a smut warning honestly.

Lounging on his lawn, Tyler stretches. Arms above his head, sunglasses sliding off the tip of his nose in the process. He looks for Josh like he always does, head tilting, eyes squinting at every chance he gets to look through that damn window.

It's still without curtains, blinds, well he has them, he's just not using them. There isn't any privacy and Tyler doesn't understand. Maybe Josh wants to be seen, that might be why. Or maybe he just hasn't had time to buy them, or maybe he simply doesn't care about his neighbours looking in on his personal activities. He's shameless, careless, confident.

And Tyler hopes he's aware they could definitely report him. He isn't sure what he'd say, "My neighbour keeps having sex with his blinds open and it's ruining my life and I might be a little obsessed with him." or maybe he could just call the police. He has no clue what step to takes in this case if he's being honest and he's much too lazy to check.

He also hopes Josh is aware that he never would. Josh is his new source of entertainment, he doesn't want to lose him. He's also invited them over to dinner and Tyler can't report him before that happens.

Tyler had honestly hoped that Ashley would ditch him and let him go alone but he's got the suspicion that, that isn't going to happen.

Yet, before Tyler can force himself over across the street to Josh's and ask about dinner he sees Josh naked one last time. "For fucks sake." He says the moment his eyes gaze outside and go straight to that stupid house right across from his.

It's hard to not look and his body betrays him at the sight of collarbones and a toned stomach standing in the centre of a living room and then sitting on a loveseat that isn't back to the window.

Tyler's trying his best to not be obvious, peeking outside of his own window from behind his curtains but he doesn't want to miss a moment so he pushes his curtains open just a little more.

Josh is now sitting proudly on his love seat, a hand stroking himself while he smokes with the other. It doesn't look like a cigarette, not that Tyler truly trusts his vision.

He's glad Josh hadn't sat on the other couch and he really wishes that he had binoculars no matter how perverted that would make him.

He also wishes that Ashley could be home right now. Because he knows that she wouldn't let him gaze out the window like he is right now and he knows she probably would've dragged him away the moment she realized that Josh was doing something again.

Except she isn't home and there's no one there to stop him from sticking a hand down his pants as he kneels by the window.

It's impossible to resist touching himself, his knees still feeling weak from the very sight of Josh. So without a second thought, he's unbuttoning his jeans. He can already feel his future guilt but the dopamine that releases the moment his hand squeezes around himself assures him that there's no going back now.

The sensation is much too tempting to resist anyways.

It's difficult to stay hidden behind the long flow of curtains when every angle he tries exposes him, he doesn't want to be like Josh no matter his questionable behaviour with Ashley the week prior. He really doesn't want his other neighbours or by-standards seeing his dick.

And for a second he debates stopping, really this is gross. He's only just met Josh and now he's watching him get off so he can get off. But he doesn't stop because he can see Josh speed up his movements and Tyler groans and follows, spitting in his hand.

It's great, its so good, Tyler's skin is covered in perspiration and he's leaning against the window as he works his hand around his cock with quick strokes and a finger at his tip. It feels so good and he doesn't even need to look at Josh anymore. The problem is; he wants to look at Josh because this is all his fault for being attractive and insatiable enough to get off in the middle of the day.

For a moment he considers grabbing the package he'd hidden in his room. It's not necessary though, he doesn't need anything more than his fist and Josh at the moment.

Tyler watches Josh when he orgasms, if he squints just right he swears he can see his legs shaking as he stands up and wipes his hand off on his own torso.

Tyler shuts his eyes then and when he comes it takes him longer then usual to start moving again. He wills himself to not look across the street again, he should go hide in his room, he wants to.

He wants to cry but instead he peeks his head out from behind the curtain and looks. Josh should be gone, he's not, Josh is wearing boxer briefs and staring at him, Tyler pales, goes white. "Shit." he says, wincing, he can't hide now.

Josh looks at him weird before smiling and waving, Tyler can't breathe. He waves back.

"Fuck."

*

He's guilty, he feels guilty.

There's no way around it but if Josh had seen him watching, which Tyler assumes he did, he definitely doesn't say anything when he leaves for a jog in the afternoon and smiles at Tyler in passing.

Tyler who's decided to awkwardly sun bathe on his front lawn as he does so frequently he should be burnt to a crisp.

This, laying on his lawn, it's better than cowering away in his house, he rather confront this problem head on. Yet apparently he still hasn't been caught.

*

The next day, early in the morning, Ashley sleeping on the couch, coffee still brewing there's a knock at the door. Tyler's still just half awake, he's far from dressed, he's wearing Ashley's silky bath robe because it was easier to slide on than pyjama pants.

The knock is shrill, evil, he jumps when he hears it, and he takes a deep breath and half expects Ashley to wake up to answer. She's better then he is in the morning, she can actually form sentences, Tyler on the other hand, he can barely keep his eyes open.

He can't just wake her up for this though, so he stands, pushing himself off the couch and slugging over to the front door. He's expecting to fall asleep once the door's open.

But when he swings the door open with a hard tug and push and sees Josh standing there with a smile, he's suddenly very awake and very aware of what he's wearing.

"Hi, good-morning." He says immediately, blushing at the sight of him, he knows, Tyler inhales the cool air from outside in hopes of drawing attention away from his face. The sky is still dark at this hour, the sun still rising.

Josh looks at him for a moment, still smiling although his gaze falls into something completely different. He blinks, leaning against the railing of the front porch. "Good morning, sleep well?"

Tyler furrows his brows, he's not sure why he finds it weird for Josh to ask. "I guess so." He sighs. "You?"

"I slept amazing." Josh smiles, Tyler thinks it's suspicious and he's sure he'd easily be able to deduct why Josh slept amazingly. "So,, dinner tomorrow night?" He asks immediately, Tyler's heart stops.

"O-Oh, yeah sure." He nods, leaning against the doorway casually, that's why Josh is here, not because Tyler's been watching him naked for weeks now. "Should I bring anything? alcohol maybe?"

"Go for it."

"Anything in particular?" Tyler asks.

Josh shrugs. "I don't drink so whatever you prefer."

"I'll bring fruit then."

"Watermelon?" Josh says, it's weird. Tyler takes the moment to stare at him, he's sweaty, red, back from his morning run most likely.

Tyler shrugs. "Maybe. Or I'll bring cheese. Is that a thing adults do?"

"I'll consult my mom." Josh smiles, running a hand through his tussled hair. "I'm sure she knows proper dinner etiquette because I sure as hell don't."

"Out of all the things my parents have taught me they left out what to bring to dinner."

Josh laughs, Tyler is sure he blushes just at the sound of him. He can't even fathom how he's able to speak to the man after what he's done and the things he's seen him do. But he can and Tyler is glad.

"Alright, tomorrow at 6?" Josh says. "I'm sure you can find my place no problem."

Tyler tilts his head. "I don't now, maybe you should write down your address for me. Don't want to get lost."

Josh looks at him, stares even, before grinning and giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder, his hand lingers. "See you later."

And then he's gone, running down the steps.

Tyler's not sure he'll be able to survive dinner.

*

"I miss my hair." Ashley sighs, tugging a baseball cap over her head. The sun has set, it's pitch black outside and she's slumped on the couch, all her weight against him. She's warm, her body radiates heat.

Tyler smiles, unsurprised at her reaction to the rash decision. It suits her, having her head shaved, it really does but Ashley had complained about her hair being too short when she'd cut it to her shoulders last year. He's not sure why she'd shaved it off, he likes it though, she looks tough, she is tough.

Tyler says nothing and instead pulls Ashley closer, an arm around her shoulders. The only noise is the tv and even so, it's beyond quiet, the volume so low the only evidence of it being on is the colours dancing across the screen lighting up their living room.

"We're eating at Josh's tomorrow at 6." Tyler says eventually, gauging her reaction. Ashley shifts against him, gripping his wrist gently.

She closes her eyes and sighs. "Why?"

"He invited us." He says. He knows that's not the only reason he wants to go over there and so does Ashley. She doesn't have to say anything for him to know.

"We've seen his dick, we know what kind of porn he likes."

"Okay." Tyler says quietly.

Ashley shifts again. "Okay?"

Tyler shrugs, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as casually as possible. "Yeah, okay. What's the problem?"

"Are you fucking serious," There's nothing vicious in her tone, he knows she doesn't really care. Ashley shoves away from him, looking at him intensely. "There's no way this can go well." And then she sighs, looks at him seriously. "Our chances at a normal relationship with him are over."

"That's not true." Tyler shakes his head. "It'll be fine, just pretend it didn't happen."

"Is that what you're doing?"

"Yeah." No. Tyler is definitely not going to forget about it. He stands up, pushing himself away and off the couch and away from her. His car keys are heavy in his pocket.

"Where are you going?" Ashley asks, no longer tired.

"Grocery store."

"For?"

"Watermelon." He smiles, he nearly laughs. Ashley frowns.

"Tyler." She says unimpressed. He can't remember a time when he's ever impressed her.

"Fine, i'm getting fruit."

"Tyler." She groans quietly, squishing back into the couch.

"Ashley."

"It's 11pm." She sighs, getting up, she's going to come with him. He knows, Ashley grabs a hoodie off the arm of the couch. "Why?"

"I won't want to go tomorrow." He'll wake up at noon and stay in bed for hours but if it's nice out he'll be outside. That's how his weekends usually go. He won't want to go, he knows himself.

"Fair enough."

"I want candy." She says, stepping out behind him as he leads them to the front door to slip on their shoes.

"Sure."

"And chocolate."

"Yeah." He sighs, pulling on a thick wooly sweater from off the coat-hanger. It smells of cigarettes, it's not his, might belong to Ashley's ex-boyfriend. That changes nothing.
"What else?" He asks.

"A wig."

Tyler furrows his eyebrows. "You look fine."

"I want a wig." She pouts.

"We'll figure something out."

"Sweet."

*

author's note/

so this story still exists, i forgot about it for 3 months. I don't really have an excuse, im kind of sad that i wasn't able to keep up with writing it regularly cause i really enjoy writing it???