start song: Being so normal by peach pit (it probably doesn't fit but i feel like it does so)

hahaha there's smut in this, so beware.

Josh's house is a replica of his own. Tyler comes to realize this once he's at the front door, fruit platter under his arm, Ashley by his side. She's tired, still yawning even though it's well into the day.

"Just knock." She sighs.

Tyler squeezes the large plastic container under his arm, he eyes the pieces of watermelon. "Maybe we should do this another night?"

Ashley shoves him to the side, a small push. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She makes a fist and knocks quickly in succession. This isn't the first time she's had to intervene and take charge of a situation that Tyler's put them in. He constantly makes plans only to have Ashley be the one to make sure he goes through with them.

He didn't think that this would be one of those times.

"Fuck." Tyler straightens up, clutching the fruit platter he's holding to compensate for his nerves.

Ashley shoves him again, elbows him in the ribs. "Why the fuck are you fre-"

The door opens widely, Tyler cuts her off. "Hey Josh." He smiles, taking in the man in front of him with a subtle scan of his eyes. It's impossible to not stare even just a little bit around him.

"Hi, Tyler." Josh says, smiles genuinely, he turns to Ashley next and Tyler lets out a deep breath. "I'm guessing you're Ashley?"

She smiles then, pushing her hand out for him to shake. "Yeah that's me, nice to meet you." Josh grabs her hand in earnest and Tyler hates that he can't help but curl his fingers as he watches them interact.

"Likewise." Josh stands back against the door frame before rolling his shoulders back and tilting his head towards the warmth of his home. "Well, come on in."

They do, Josh leads them inside and Tyler beckons the grocery store fruit platter into Josh's hands as soon the front door is closed. Josh smiles in appreciation and goes to put it in what Tyler guesses is the kitchen.

Quickly, Tyler slips his shoes off, Ashley does it faster. She's gone before he's even gotten his second one off.

And she fucking winks at him before she saunters off to wherever Josh has gone off to. Tyler closes his eyes and inhales, exhales, this is going to be long.

He zips down his sweater, hangs it up on a coat rack. Josh's house smells clean, it smells like cleaning products and candles. Tyler let's lets his eyes wander, painfully aware that he's taking too much time hiding in the mud room. The hallway in front of him is long, pictures hanging on the walls, he can see the doorways that leads into other spaces as he gulps.

Looking around, it's almost difficult to do, because he knows that Josh will most likely bring them to the living room to entertain them. He's not prepared to be in that room and he's definitely not looking forward to it because all he'll be able to think about is Josh's insistance on getting off in the very room, multiple times a day.

He pulls at his hair and glares at the front door, he could leave if he wanted to. Save himself from a night of awkwardness. Except he sees Ashley's head poke out from down the hallway and he groans.

"Tyler, get over here." Ashley's eyes burn into his, she's whispering but she might yell if he doesn't move.

Tyler points at the door, frowning.

Ashley rolls her eyes and points at the kitchen before disappearing.

"Sorry, I-uh got a text from work." Tyler lies as he joins them both in the kitchen. It's small, basically the same as theirs with the exception of a dining room table that's managed to be pushed up against the wall.

Josh is turned towards his fridge, rummaging through it. "Anything interesting?" He asks.

Tyler shrugs, prepared to make something up about his crazy boss. "There's nothing interesting about being someone's personal assistant." He says. "It's boring, the most fun I have is purposely messing up his coffee order every morning."

"Sounds like something I would do." Josh says, grinning as he stands up, a water bottle in hand. He frowns for a moment, in thought. "Actually i've definitely done that."

"Ever spat in someone's coffee?" Ashley asks, staring at Tyler. Tyler flushes, Josh doesn't seem to notice.

Josh nods, taking a drink of water. "Oh yeah."

"Boss?" Tyler asks, curious.

"Nah, one of my old co-workers. I used to work at a coffee shop when I was in high school and this girl, Amanda or something, she kept trying to kiss me and I definitely didn't want her to. But I was too scared to actually confront her about it, so I decided that spitting in her drink was pay back enough."

"Did she notice?" Ashley asks, leaning against the kitchen counter, nearly sitting on top of it.

Josh laughs. "No, not at all. She drank the whole thing and I didn't say a word. It was a silent victory."

Tyler nods, silent as he settles himself atop one of the tall chairs. "Where do you work now?" It's casual, this first conversation will set the tone for the rest of the night.

"I have a two jobs, I'm a waiter at a restaurant downtown and I bartend." He pauses and looks between them both, his hair follows the movement. "I'm actually looking for a third right now so if you know of any open positions let me know."

Ashley doesn't bother hiding her surprise. "You have the energy for 3 jobs?"

"No. But I have time and money's tight so it's good to be prepared in case I break my leg and need to pay medical bills."

Tyler snorts.

Josh looks at his own drink and then eyes Ashley and Tyler. "Shit, im a terrible host. Do you guys want anything to drink? I've got water, orange juice."

"Any pepsi?" Ashley asks, she's already drank three cans today, Tyler doesn't dare mention that.

Josh just shakes his head and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, palms flat on the counter. "I don't drink soda."

"I'll take some orange juice, please." Tyler smiles.

Josh nods. "Ashley?"

"Okay, i'll just take some water then." She pauses, looks around before smiling at Josh. "But first, the bathroom?"

"Oh, yeah just down the hall and take a left." He points at the doorway as though it's supposed to help. Ashley's gone seconds later and Tyler knows what she's doing, he'll have to scold her later. He doesn't want to be alone with Josh, at all. Still he is and he can't stop looking at him, it's different seeing him up close.

"No alcohol? No soda?" Tyler asks.

Josh shakes his head, grabbing a second water bottle from the fridge for Ashley and a fucking juice box for Tyler. His hair shakes with him, it's curled behind his ears, long. "I'm a very addictive person." He says, placing the drink on the counter.

Tyler's eyes widen and Josh flushes, waving a hand before going back to tapping his fingers against the counter. "Not like that, I mean in the sense that I develop unhealthy obsessions too easily, that's why I don't smoke or drink." He passes Tyler his juice box, a slide across the slick counter.

The memory of watching Josh smoke and masturbate breaches through his mind. Josh smokes and Josh is lying. The memory of feeling, of touching himself, staring across the street into this very house comes to thought as well. Tyler has to push down a whimper. He collects himself before he leans against the counter. "Oh, has that been in issue in the past?"

Josh nods solemnly, Tyler thinks he's pushed him too far. "Haven't had a drink in 4 years."

Tyler blinks, he tries his best to hide his shock. He hadn't pegged him as a former alcoholic. "Wow, congrats man. That's really impressive."

"Thank you!" Josh beams, stretching his arms above his head to reveal a toned
stomach. Tyler gulps, Josh brings his arms back down and throws a casual glance to the arch way leading to the living room.

"Want to go sit in the living room?" The words bring Tyler to an internal whine.

"Oh, uh sure." He says, nervous, the urge to bite his nails is there. So is the urge to run away and hide in his house. Tyler is brave, he follows Josh into his living room and pretends like his cheeks haven't gone red.

"It's nice in here, very cozy." Tyler stares at the tv and then at the couch. But then at the TV again, the fucking TV that Josh plays his porn on late at night, curtains wide open.

Josh shrugs, running a hand through his hair before facing Tyler. "Yeah, I tried to decorate like my mom would've."

"Well your mom has good taste." Tyler remarks, following Josh to the couch. Josh sits comfortably, immediately bringing a foot to rest on the coffee table and spreading his legs, wide. It's his house, it makes sense. Tyler takes a spot on an armchair, resisting the urge to bring his knees to his chin like a child would.

"Are you alright?" Josh asks cautiously.

Tyler frowns, confused. He worries that he's too transparent. "I'm fine." He waves him off with a shrug of his shoulders and a casual smile.

Josh just looks at him with a blank stare. "Sorry, you just seem uncomfortable."

"I do?" He's not, he's just nervous but Josh moves to the edge of the couch, he's closer now. If he reached out with his arms he'd be touching Tyler.

"A little bit, is there anything I could do?" Josh is too nice, Tyler hates him for it, he ruffles up his hair a bit and sighs.

"Can I smoke in here?" He asks, Josh smokes. He lied earlier and it's even more clear now, he just nods, no discomfort, nothing tense about it.

"Oh. If that'll help, yeah go for it." He says.

Tyler frowns but still stands up to pat down his jeans for his cigarettes. "You sure? Cause you said earlier...." He grabs them out of his back pocket.

Josh just shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, people smoke in here all the time." Tyler is pink, Josh is referring to his many, many hookups.

"What did I miss?" Ashley asks as she strolls into the living room, Tyler huffs out a breath of relief.

She comes to a stop when she enters and looks at Tyler who's lit his cigarette. And it's because she's remembering Josh now too. She's remembering the things she's seen happen from across the street. She plays it off better than Tyler, she sits beside Josh, knees to his.

"Nothing really, I was just worried that Tyler was uncomfortable." Josh explains, Tyler's cheeks go pink again and he really wishes he could just hide away right now.

"Don't worry about him." Ashley rolls her eyes. "He's like that, most of the time anyways."

Tyler groans and looks at the floor. "I am not-i'm not uncomfortable. I'm perfectly okay."

"Fine." She sighs and nods at the water bottle in front of her, a gesture to ask Josh if it's hers, it is. She grabs it and looks at Tyler. "You're awkward."

"I'm not." Tyler frowns.

Josh laughs, a hand running through his hair. "Don't worry, i'm awkward too."

"I disagree, you're far from awkward." Ashley says, always eager to get under Tyler's skin. Tyler can tell this night isn't going to end well, he can tell that Ashley is not going to stop making fun of him and not going to stop finding ways to keep the two of them alone.

"Have you guys always lived in Columbus?" Josh asks easily, it's small talk and Tyler thinks he can handle it. It's better then encouraging Ashley to take over.

"All my life." Tyler says, eyes on his hands, fingers curling and uncurling as though learning how to do so for the first time. "I used to live on a farm."

Ashley groans. "Don't remind me." Ashley looks at Josh then. "He used to have this ridiculous accent-"

"Ashley!"

"I cant even describe it." She smiles, grinning, enjoying this all too much. "He sounded canadian."

Tyler looks at Josh, grinning. "She's lying." He rolls his eyes. "I've always sounded like this."

"I believe it." Josh smiles. "What kind of farm?"

Tyler smiles, fond memories of acres of land and hot summer days dancing through his head. "We didn't even have animals or corn, it's not the ranch life you're probably imagining. It just sounds cool to say that i lived on a farm." Tyler shrugs. "It was just farm land, we didn't tend to it or anything."

Ashley snorts. "It does not sound cool."

Josh leans back, a hand on his knee, an arm around the back of the couch. "It can be cool. My grandma has an actual farm, with animals." He looks pointedly at Tyler and winks, Tyler flushes. "Still does actually. I think my siblings still go up there to go horse back riding."

"Do either of you horse back ride?" Josh asks.

"I have, but i'm not like super comfortable with it. It's kind of scary." Tyler shrugs, trying not to be embarrassed.

The small talk lasts hours.

*

When the sun is setting, Josh brings them to the kitchen.

And for supper; Josh cooks. For some reason this comes as a surprise to Tyler.

He's genuinely surprised when Josh brings them back into the kitchen and starts pulling out the ingredients to what is apparently going to be pasta and chicken.

Since he's courteous and glad to be out of the living room, he helps chop vegetables. Josh tasks him with two large onions, red peppers and tomatoes while Ashley sips from her water bottle and watches them cook. Her exact words had been. "I don't cook." Despite her cooking for Tyler all the time.

"I'm sorry in advance if I cut this all wrong." Tyler murmurs, peeling off the first layer of the small onion. He has no idea what he's doing.

"I doubt you'll do a bad job, just make sure the pieces are small." Josh smiles, patting him on the back in passing. Tyler shivers.

"Nothing Tyler does is ever small." Ashley snorts, leaning close to Tyler.

Tyler groans. "Please stop, this is why I cant take you anywhere."

"Hey, uh- do you guys have some more tomatoes by any chance?" Josh's head and body is hidden behind the fridge door, the sound of him searching through bottles can be heard. "I need like 3 more for the sauce."

Tyler looks to Ashley, Ashley nods. "Yeah, I think we do. We went grocery shopping yesterday." Already grabbing her phone, already ready to leave. Tyler might cry.

No No No No No.

"Yeah, sorry I really thought I had enough for this recipe. Don't know why I decided making homemade sauce was a good idea."

Ashley shakes her head and smiles. "Nah I'll go grab them, i'll be right back."

"Thank you." Josh says, groaning as he gets up from in front of the fridge. Instead starting to rummage through cupboards.

Tyler tenses, pausing his vegetable chopping, staring at Ashley.

She winks at him as she walks away. fuck. Why is everyone always winking at him?

She obviously knows, Tyler should've known that she'd noticed that he has a thing for Josh, well something for him at least. Not even he knows what it is.

He doubts she'll come back in a few minutes, he doubts she'll come back at all first but then Josh will know her leaving was just a ruse to get them to sleep together. Ashley isn't that dumb.

She'll be back in 20 minutes, 15 minutes minimum.

Tyler wipes at his eyes with the back of his hands, the juice of onions a good excuse for his tears. "No offence." Tyler murmurs quietly once he hears the front door shut, knife carving the side of an onion, he can't look at Josh. "But she's probably going to take like 20 minutes, get high, and then head to the grocery store. I really don't think we have tomatoes." He sniffs.

Josh snorts, moving in beside Tyler closely. He's filling up a pot of water, presumably to cook the pasta in. "It's fine, I take no offence as long as she brings something back for the sauce." He pauses. "Just- she doesn't hate me does she?" Josh's question almost makes Tyler laugh.

"I-uh, don't think so. I can't read her mind, sorry to disappoint." Tyler sighs dramatically, focusing on his hands instead of Josh, Josh who is close to him. "But, I think you'd know if she hated you. Ashley is very verbal. Says whatever comes to mind, yells a lot." He murmurs softly

"I guess you'd be the one to know." Josh shrugs. He means something by it and Tyler doesn't bother being offended. But he tenses, why would Josh say that?

Tyler looks at him. "I'm her best friend." A clarification, it shouldn't be needed, it's obvious they aren't dating. It should be obvious.

"Are you?" Josh doesn't say anything after that, he just hums like he knows something, he's behind Tyler by the stove, placing the pot of water atop a element.

The nerves hit Tyler a few seconds later, he's completely frozen in thought, why would Josh say something like that? is his first question. They just met, so why would Tyler lie to him about something like that, if he was dating Ashley he would've said so. He definitely wasn't going to tell Josh that he's slept with her though. It's really not his business and why would he even care?

The realization hits him as though it's a surprise, Josh saw him fucking Ashley. He must have, Tyler comes to this conclusion very quickly.

He pauses, drops the knife he's holding, curls his fingers. "Fuck."

Tyler turns around, he's expecting anger, expecting Josh to knock him out for being an exhibitionist. Josh is already looking at him though and he's not getting ready to punch him, he's just staring at him, chewing on his bottom lip.

Always having the upper hand, always calm.

He's waiting, expecting something, an excuse maybe, an apology, Tyler doesn't know. If anything he should be telling Josh to apologize to him. Josh is the one at fault, but Tyler feels so guilty.

That doesn't stop his cock from twitching in his jeans. Doesn't stop him from wanting to fall to his knees and please Josh how's he's been wanting to.

Tyler can't move, he can't speak though.

Confrontations have never been his strong suit and Josh is just fucking- He's leaning against the fridge, completely carelessly. And he knows, he most definitely knows that Tyler is about to start crying or something. Tyler's not going to cry though, he's just going to confess everything if he doesn't pull himself together right now.

The silence eats the room, Tyler's cheeks are burning and he can't even form words, the english language is lost on him.

Josh sighs, smiles. "Dude, it's fine." A hand is on Tyler's shoulder, Josh is closer now, his thumb stroking down Tyler's arm. "Don't freak out about it."

"Look, I-I-Don't know what you saw." Tyler chokes out, Tyler knows exactly what he saw, Josh is staring at him. Josh probably knows it's a lie somehow but Tyler continues, eyes locked downwards. "I'm sorry,"

Another snort, Josh turns away slowly, stirring the pot before turning off the element. Tyler gulps. "As if I care if you guys have sex against your living room window."

"Why wouldn't you care?" Tyler asks quietly, playing dumb feels like his only option.

But Josh turns around again, completely amused. "man, just own up to watching me would you? This is beyond painful."

"I-Don-" Tyler is stuttering, Tyler might come in his pants right here in Josh's kitchen. Might come in his pants just by the way Josh is staring at him.

"You do." Josh says, closer then before, closer like before, hand to his arm this time. "All the time. Feels like having a stalker."

Is Tyler supposed to be crying? He's about to, his lips quiver, so does his chin. "I'm sorry." He feels bad, so bad. Josh doesn't deserve this. He can't even look at him.

Josh hates him.

Josh hates him and Josh invited him here to call him out.

Josh hates him, he hates him so much and Tyler is going to be mortified for the rest of his life.

Josh has his thumb on his chin, pulling him up, up, up to look at him. "It's okay, i'm not actually mad." He whispers, wipes his tears. "Why are you upset?"

Tyler sniffs, doesn't shy away from Josh's touch, doesn't shy away how Josh is slowly backing him up into the counter. "You hate me and i'm so gross." His eyes are still wet. "I-you're right I look at you all the time and I jerked off to you the other day and now I feel really bad and i'm upset because you deserve your privacy and i invaded it and now i'm in your house and ashley left us alone because she thinks i want to fuck you but-"

"Shut up." Josh sighs, pressing his hand over Tyler's mouth. "Shut the fuck up." There's nothing biting to his tone, he's quiet, far from yelling.

He's pressing against him, he's hard, Tyler trembles, hands tight in the fabric of Josh's shirt. "I liked it, I liked you watching, I always looked for you, always made sure you were home."

Tyler closes his eyes, inhaling. Josh likes him.

Tyler opens his eyes, exhaling. Josh likes that he looks at him.

"Do you want to suck me off?" Josh asks, casual, stroking down Tyler's jaw, letting him breathe. Crowding him against the counter like he's nothing. Tyler is nothing.

And Tyler is nodding, the words don't even fully register but he's nodding, he does, he wants to. Rant forgotten. Josh doesn't hate him, Josh fucking likes him. "Y-yeah." His voice is small, squeaky and he can't- no won't look at Josh.

"Don't hate you." Josh murmurs, hand curling around Tyler's hip. Blunt nails digging into skin.

Smut starts here, i'd say it's rather graphic. So if that bothers you skip to the next writing that's in bold like this.

There's no kissing involved, but there's a hand on his shoulder once Josh backs up, a pressure pushing him down, down, down to his knees. Tyler follows it, gulps as he's hidden by the tall kitchen counter.

Sitting on his knees in front of Josh.

This is what he's been thinking about for weeks and now he's nervous. Hands on Josh's thighs, slow, careful. "I- Are you sure?" Tyler asks, maybe he's trying to procrastinate.

Josh pops the button of his jeans, looking down at Tyler, threading his fingers through his short hair. "Are you?"

Tyler wants this, Josh likes him, he wants it too. "Yeah." He licks his lips, gets closer, breath ghosting over Josh's covered cock.

Josh is smiling above him, ridding himself of his T-shirt while Tyler works down his jeans, a zipper is pulled and then a waistband is shoved all the way to ankles, Josh steps out of them, kicks them to the side. Nerves gone, Tyler stares at him, admires him from up close for the first time. It's different then seeing him from his fucking window.

"You look good." Tyler says, hands holding Josh's hips, thumbs reaching to hook beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Have you thought about this before?" He asks, tries not to stutter, slowly pulling and tugging at the fabric.

Josh's fingers curl around the edge of the counter. "Yeah." He groans, Tyler kisses him through his underwear. Josh's hands immediately reach for Tyler's hair, something more to pull. "I did."

Tyler squeaks, it hurts, Josh's grip is tight but he says nothing. Just pulls down Josh's briefs, mouth watering. This is all he wants, his knees are already sore. Tyler can't even remember the last time he sucked a guy off. He's been favouring Ashley to get off for the past few months. This is better. Guys are better.

Josh's cock is better, leaking against a soft bed of dark curls, hips twitching, his body pressing forward, searching for Tyler's touch wether it be from his mouth or his hands.

Tyler introduces his mouth first and albeit being unsure he doesn't hesitate, his hand wraps around the base, while his other steadies against Josh's hip. Balance is important and Josh whimpers the moment Tyler's lips are around the head of his cock. "Fuck, yeah."

His stomach convulses, tightens and Tyler's does too. He's so incredibly warm as he licks, sucks, swirls his tongue around the tip. He wants Josh to feel good, he wants Josh to use him, he wants Josh to fuck his mouth but he doesn't think their ready for that. He licks up his shaft and then kisses at the tip.

"You're good." Josh says shakily, eyes shining.

Tyler pulls off for a moment, licks his lips, Josh tightens his grip in his hair, tilting his head upwards. "You're not going to call me a slut are you?" Tyler asks, eyes big, dark, lust driven as he strokes Josh's cock with his hand to compensate for the lack of his mouth.

"Do you want me to call you a slut? Because I can if that's what you want." Josh says breathlessly, he's panting, his hips move with Tyler's hand, his fingers pull Tyler's hair.

Tyler spits in his hand, the free one, wraps his fingers around Josh's prick and shakes his head.  "Not now, i'm just making sure." Tyler says.

"Cool whatever you wan-ah-fuck, Tyler." Tyler's around him again, his mouth wet, hot, sucking down his cock with purpose. Tyler tries not to make it messy, but spit still drips down his chin and he can feel how wet his underwear have become, feel himself already approach an orgasm despite not having been touched yet.

It's embarrassing and sucking Josh off in his kitchen should also be embarrassing but Tyler thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever done.

Josh is making all these little noises above him, his hips gyrate towards him and Tyler knows that Josh is trying not to thrust into his mouth but he doesn't even think to tell him that he can. He loves this, loves the way Josh is trembling, loves that if he looks at Josh's thighs he can visibly see said trembles.

"More, sh-Oh." Josh says, that's all Tyler is able to make out. Tyler gives him more, he clenches his own legs together as he does this. As he takes Josh's cock down his throat as far as he can, Josh whimpering, gasping, shaking above him. Tyler's nose against his pubes, his teeth hidden away, his tongue still working at Josh's cock.

Josh's hips are moving on their own, Josh has stopped talking completely too busy, chasing Tyler's mouth, chasing his orgasm. It's great; Josh's dick twitching in his mouth, Josh here, Josh liking him, Josh moaning. "I- I, Tyler."

He comes, Josh moans, his body relaxing, deflating as his orgasm waves through his body.

Tyler coaxes him through it, still sucking, still keeping Josh's cock wet and sated. Tyler thinks he's generous and then he thinks he's selfish, he wants Josh's come down his throat.

And Josh is, he's coming down his throat. "Fucking hell, take it, take it." He moans, thrusting into Tyler's mouth for the first time, Tyler tries not to choke, he chokes anyways, chokes on his cock, chokes on his semen. He accepts it and expects Josh to continue, Josh doesn't, he pulls out, a line saliva connecting Tyler's lips to Josh's cock.

Josh is panting, Tyler reaches for his dick again, Josh's hips twitching away as he does so. "You- Fuck, I was expecting you to be bad." His eyes are closed. Tyler let's go of him and sits back against the, dizzy with arousal.

And Tyler wants to be offended at Josh's remark but he's close.

Tyler is so close, whining. His stomach tight, his dick pleading for pressure, for anything, it takes nothing more than a touch, his palm to his crotch for him to orgasm. Whole body trembling, convulsing, he latches onto Josh's leg and Josh is immediately petting his hair, crouching down beside him. "There you go." He sighs and then, "So good, There you fucking go."

He whines, pressing back against Josh. Gripping his shirt and pulling him towards him, onto his lap. Tyler trembles at the pressure and hides his face against Josh's bare neck.

Smut ends here.

Josh isn't wearing anything but Tyler isn't bothered and Josh isn't either. Josh just holds him, doesn't kiss his lips but his temples and then both his cheeks.

"I, shit. I came in my pants." Tyler groans, breathless, mouth hot against the skin of Josh's neck.

Josh pats down his hair, squeezing him, Tyler's eyes are shut. "I know,"

"I sucked your dick." Tyler says, still surprised that he really did it.

Josh snorts. "Yeah, I was there."

"Shut up." Tyler groans, pushing Josh back, away from him. It's playful. He's calm, all nerves from before have completely faded. It doesn't matter.

Tyler reaches for Josh's waist. Josh leans into his touch. "I think it's unfair that i'm naked and you're not." He whispers, smile bright on his lips.

Still no kisses, Tyler squirms. "Should I be feeling awkward right now?" He whispers. It should be awkward, they don't know each other, Tyler just had his dick in his mouth. There's no reason why he should feel comfortable.

"No, do you?"

Tyler frowns. "No." He rubs Josh's thighs, leg hair sparse and soft up and down. His hands end up holding his hips, the bone there jutting out just slightly. "I think we should get up."

Josh nods, his nose sniffs as he moves off of Tyler, eyes immediately drawn to the floor, searching for what Tyler presumes are his underwear. "Yeah, you're right."

Tyler moves awkwardly, can't get up, he can feel his spunk soaking through his underwear.

Josh seems to notice. "Do you want like- fresh briefs or something?"

"Please."

Josh grabs his pants and underwear off the floor, not bothering to slide them on. "I'll be right back."

He disappears down the hallway, Tyler is glad there aren't any windows in the kitchen and he's even more glad that Ashley isn't back yet. Moving off the floor has him grunting the whole time, legs still weak, body still somehow coming down from his orgasm.  It's too much, his mouth still tastes like Josh's dick, like his come. He needs to brush his fucking teeth.

When Josh comes back, he's dressed against, his hair looks brushed and he's brought Tyler underwear. Tyler considers just changing in-front of Josh but he needs to clean himself up so he heads for the bathroom. He rinses his mouth with the mouthwash on the counter and then his hand before he's slipping on the fresh pair of briefs, dick twitching because he knows these are Josh's, when his phone begins buzzing with texts.

Ashley: Can I come back? I ended up having to go to the grocery store lol, also might have spent an extra 10 minutes driving around

Tyler: you were gone forever, i fucking hate you. come back

Ashley: Fine ;) On my way!

*

They don't really talk aside from Josh asking if Tyler wants to throw his boxers in the laundry, he asks this with the promise to bring them back. Tyler throws them in with Josh's laundry though, not in the mood to walk back to his place despite the close distance.

Other then that Josh quietly directs him around the kitchen, the silence isn't awkward, it's comfortable. The only thing they want is food and maybe more orgasms. Tyler's ready to go again, Josh isn't pushing it. Tyler's ready to ask questions and bend over for Josh, but he doesn't. Not today, maybe tomorrow. Tyler isn't sure when he'll ask, but he promises himself that he will.

When Ashley comes back it's with a bag full of tomatoes, everything is ready except the pasta sauce. Josh had cooked everything, while Tyler stood around and played games on his phone. There really hadn't been that much prep work to do.

She says. "Sorry, uh-I got very lost." The moment she's inside, placing them on the counter in front of Tyler. At least she got an excessive amount.

"It's fine, we found a way to stay entertained." Josh looks at Tyler, Ashley snorts, Tyler blushes and Dinner goes better then expected.

*

Wow, ha, didn't think i'd ever finish this.

I hope the smut wasn't too meh, i questioned if it should even happen this chapter. I was worried it was going too fast, pacing things is important ya know. But i think it fits.

thanks for reading!