song: nothing in return by monsune

There's mostly just sex in this but that shouldn't be surprising. there's also other things, important things. TW// weed/edibles

Tyler's sucking on a joint before he's even brushed his teeth in the morning, before the sun has even finished rising. He vaguely remembers opening his eyes and vaguely remembers his hand openly grasping at air and then at the wood of his nightstand until he had stumbled across his lighter.

And now he's migrated to the living room, sitting right by the window, his rightful place. The glass fogs up with every exhale and he's staring. Blinking no longer being a natural action for him, and instead being foreign.

Gently, he presses his fingertips to the glass. The street infront of him is so quiet, it's as if no one lives there. He stares at Josh's window, stares at the truck in the driveway and the way his lawn is dying. The grass, Tyler imagines would crunch underneath his shoes if he were to walk on it. It's sad, really. He feels like maybe it's a sign, dead grass, a dying lawn but he's still drawn over there. To josh's stupid house, his stupid window, his hands, his face, the way he touches him and presses against him with no care in the world.

It's scary though, Josh is scary, he doesn't think of consequences and doesn't know his limits. Tyler just can't bring himself to mind as much as he had been.

He sits there for a long time, curled up against the wall, head resting against the window sill and he smokes until he can barely keep his eyes open and feels like he's melting into the ground. Maybe he'll see Josh later, he misses him.

*

When he's at work he's still a little high and the day passes by slowly, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours and by the time his shift is over he's not sure if he's actually done work or not.

There's a vague conversation he has with Jenna over lunch. She's sweet as usual, asks all the right things and keep the conversation light hearted. Something which Tyler is glad she knows how to do because he's really not sure he could keep up with the optimism she has if she wasn't able to take charge of conversations and make everyone involved feel like they're included. He appreciates her.

He has paper cuts on his fingers from spending over an hour making photo copies and he smells like he's sad, like he's spent his entire day in an office. Which he did. It's not terrible, not usually.

When he's home, parking into his driveway, he glances into Josh's living-room window and frowns at the sight of his curtains closed. Ultimately he decides it would be a bad idea to go see him, no matter how tempting. He still thinks they need time to cool off, he needs time. Maybe Josh does too. Tyler doesn't know, he doesn't really know much about him aside from how to make him orgasm.

*

Panting, sweating. Tyler is dreaming, it's vague and blurry in his head now that's he's awake, like déjà vue. He burrows his face into his pillow and shifts around in his bed, stretching out his arms and legs, rolling his shoulders. His sheets stick to his skin like they're a part of him, creased against his arms and behind his knees.

There's no question about how late it is, the sun isn't up and the last time he checked the time it was 11:43 PM.

Shoes forgotten, he opts for a fleece blanket, wraps it around himself and heads to Ashley's room. Quietly, he tip toes for reasons he can't explain and can't help the glance he gives the living room window.

He can't help but whisper a super quiet. "Fuck." When he realizes this unhealthy habit continues even in the dead of night when Josh is most definitely sleeping. or doing whatever he does at this hour. That's one thing he doesn't know about Josh yet, his nightly habits. And his mind wanders to what Josh gets up to, alone and bed. It's entirely too easy for Tyler to imagine this and it makes him speed up and quickly make his way into Ashley's room.

Her room smells like essential oils or whatever she uses, Tylers not sure. She's all curled up though with a fan going in the corner of the room and Tyler sighs as he climbs into bed with her under about 3 blankets, all of different textures. She barely stirs and even though he's let himself get comfortable on the edge of the bed, her sleeping body still scoots closer until she can wrap herself around him.
*

He's up early enough to watch as Josh comes back from his run, Josh sees him, of course and Tyler forces a smile but then Josh gives him a real smile as he's going up his driveway, walking backwards so he can see him. Is it awkward? he's really not too sure.

He waves at him, it's pathetic, his fingers wiggle, sort of. Josh does it back. Tyler bites into his piece of toast and wonders how much Josh actually watches him.

Tyler closes his eyes and goes back to his own bed.

*

"Oh."

Josh is on his doorstep right after Ashley has gone to work. Tyler's not sure if he should be surprised or not, he doesn't feel surprised but he's speechless. His vocal chords cease to work and he makes a sound and then frowns as he stares at the man in front of him.

Tyler's not sure what to do next, where to go with this. Josh seems perfectly content just saying nothing, not explaining why he's here.

He's not really sure when they start kissing but he's pressed against his front door before he knows it; feet on the wood of his porch, he can feel the splinters he'll be acquiring as he squirms, his feet digging into wood. He moves against his door as Josh presses him into it with his hips and his hands are on his wrists and he pins them there like it's the easiest thing ever as they kiss over and over and over again.

"Do you wanna get high with me?" Tyler says eventually, breaking the kiss, he doesn't look at him, he stares up at the sun, breathing deeply. Josh's hair tickles his neck. He doesn't want him to leave. He doesn't know what he wants.

There's the slightest movement, a yawn, a hand squeezes his hip. "I have edibles," Josh murmurs. "We can go back to mine?" He suggests, lips moving against his ear. It tickles.

"Okay."

*

They walk across the street together. Tyler makes an effort to walk across Josh's lawn and it's dead, really dead, as though autumn has come early, although really it's just because how hot it's been all summer. He gets distracted for a moment and then runs to the door when he notices Josh is stepping inside.

"We're closing these." Tyler says within 1 minute of being in Josh's house, he goes to the living room. Pointing at the curtains that frame the window.

"Okay." Josh shrugs, he yawns and takes his shirt off, stretching out his arms above his head. Tyler's eyes follow the movement, his eyes trailing up from his navel to his collarbones. His fingers linger across the fabric of the curtains. "I was thinking we go in my basement instead though, it's still light outside."

"I hope you know that sounds creepy." Tyler speaks, distractedly.

A laugh. "I have a bed and a TV down there."

"Fair."

"Hungry?" Josh moves to the kitchen and Tyler follows him in there, he stares at the spot where he'd first sucked him off. Where he'd swallowed his come.

"How much did you see?" Tyler asks instead. Josh had been watching him the morning. He picks at his nails to avoid Josh's eyes. He has a hangnail and hisses.

Josh's eyes sparkle. "Enough."

"Not hungry." He says and then leans against the counter and watches as Josh pulls out a plastic bag. 2 rather large brownies in it. Josh examines it for a second and then gives the bag to Tyler.

"A fan?" Josh asks, carefully.

"It's a different high but I guess." He hands them back to Josh. Edibles are fine.

"Let's go." Josh grabs his hand and Tyler wraps his fingers around his and lets him guide him to the basement.

The stairs creak as they make their way downstairs and Tyler is pleasantly surprised to see that Josh actually has a nice set up down here compared to his basement that just houses all his storage and is filled with things he doesn't need. He can't remember the last time he'd touched a single thing down there aside from the washing machine.

There's a single light, a lamp, the lightbulb is a faint blue color and it makes the rest of the room look more interesting than it probably is.

Josh sits on the edge of the bed, it has a flowery quilt on it  along with a bunch of soft looking blankets and a mass of pillows that stack up against the wall. It sits adjacent to the large tv, Tyler imagines it's at least a 60 inch. Which isn't huge but compared to his tv, it's easily twice the size.

He stays standing up and watches as Josh sets up the tv, his gaze falls to the floor. His stomach sinks at the sight of pack of condoms on the floor, sitting right beside a big bottle of lubricant that's fallen on its side. He crouches down and grabs the condom pack and takes one out. Josh is looking at him when he stands up, the TV screen is open to a netflix account with about 5 different people on it. He must share it.

Tyler throws the condom at him.

Josh catches it easily. "Interested?" He holds it between his finger tips, licks his lips. "We can, if you want. I'm always down."

"I'm okay." Tyler hums, his chest burns and he lets himself fall back against the bed, head landing against soft pillows and back against the softness of the sheets, his legs hang off the edge of the bed. He breathes out.

"You can call me a slut if it helps." 

Tyler pushes up onto his elbows, frowning. "Helps?"

"You're uncomfortable." Josh's body turns to him, he pulls his legs up onto the bed until he's sitting criss cross applesauce, his toe digs into the meat of his calf.

"More curious." And maybe jealous, he doesn't know what to think. It's no surprise that Josh has people over. Tyler wonders when and who the last person was.

"I'm clean, if you want to see the papers that prove it i'll show you them." He scratches as his beard. "I get tested once a month."

"I haven't been tested in awhile." Tyler hums. Maybe he should be getting tested more frequently but the only people he's slept with recently are Ashley and Josh.

Josh says. "I can come with you if you want, next time you go."

Tyler looks at him. "Josh. It doesn't matter. The others." He says, adjusting himself so he's fully on the bed and half of his body isn't just dangling off of it.

"You really don't care?" He tilts his head and Tyler's reminded of a puppy who's just learnt something. Josh leans forward. "What if I told you ive easily slept with atleast a hundred people."

"In this bed?" Tyler asks, he turns his head to the side.

"No."

"It doesn't change anything." He says, shutting his eyes for a moment. "What if I told you the same thing?" He cracks his eyes open, Josh is closer than he was a second ago, peering down on him. "Would you care?"

"That would be hypocritical." Josh murmurs, his fingers rest on Tyler's neck, move up to behind his ear and then sink into his hair. He leans down, pressing a kiss to Tyler's ear lobe. "I would find it sad if you had though." He says. "Disappointing."

"Okay." He breathes out, a faint laugh escapes his lips. "Fuck you." He gets up slowly and his head is spinning as though he had stood up too fast. Josh's hand is on his shoulder, pulling him towards him so they face eachother.

The plastic bag containing to brownies is open now and Tyler's mouth waters. Maybe edibles are a little more than fine. The blue light shines on Josh's face and the way he's looking at him makes him feel like he's high already. It's unfair.

"Open wide." Josh sits up on his knees, blankets pooling around him. He quickly readjusts himself to get more comfortable, the piece of brownie stays in between his fingertips.

Tyler opens his mouth, waiting, sticking his tongue out, running his tongue across his teeth for a moment. Josh rolls his eyes and feeds it to him, letting his thumb scrape across his lower lip as the morcel is bitten into. Tyler's tongue licks around his finger for a moment before Josh pulls away completely and then swipes his thumb across his bottom lip while Tyler chews.

"You're hot." Josh's index presses into his mouth just as Tyler's swallowed his bite. Tyler lets him and then Josh removes his finger and wipes his saliva off on his jeans.

"Eat your piece."

"You don't want to feed me?" Josh pouts, pulling his hair a bit, from the roots, like he's bothered.

Tyler's eyes sparkle for a moment before he nods and picks up Josh's piece of brownie from the plastic bag.

He says. "Sure I do." and then copies how Josh has sat down, on his knees except instead of staying seated he gently shoves at Josh's legs, poking at his exposed knee over and over again as though it might get his point across. "Sit, properly though. Legs out in front of you."

Josh looks at him for a moment, contemplating and Tyler sighs happily as he watches Josh sit down on the bed, back against the headboard. He reluctantly lets his legs uncurl and Tyler pats his head. "Good boy." Before climbing into his lap, straddling him comfortably, his legs over his thigh. His ass against his crotch.

"Good boy." Josh repeats, resting both his hands on Tyler's thighs, stroking up and down. He opens his mouth. His teeth are perfect.

Tyler offers him the piece and Josh eats the whole thing. There's something inherently sexual about everything he does and Tyler can't help but press his face into the crook of his neck. Josh's hands move from his thighs to wrap around him and pull him against him.

"I'll put something on." Josh says, Tyler kisses his neck, feels him shiver and then pulls away.

"Okay."

He gets off his lap, rolling over so he's lying on his stomach and Josh leans over and grabs the remote and lazily drifts through netflix, searching for something it seems. Tyler doesn't really pay attention when noise starts coming from the speakers, his concentration is already low and when the high kicks in he won't be able to pay any attention to whatever Josh has picked out anyways.

"Hey." Josh is beside him now, he vaguely remembers him saying something about what he put on but he tilts his head to look at him when Josh lays down beside him, mimicking his position.

"You scared me the other day."

"I'm sorry. Again." His hand rests between them, he uses his arm like a pillow.

"Are you?" Tyler asks, burying his face in his arms. Breathing deeply. "Did you like that? Enjoy it?"

"I didn't." The words are softly said. Tyler listens. "I regretted it immediatly. I'm not used to this."

"To what?" He turns his head so he can see him again. Josh is looking at him so intensely and Tyler can't will himself to be bothered.

He doesn't answer for a solid minute and Tyler wonders if the edible has hit him already, Josh looks like he's just staring off into space and Tyler wants to reach out to him. But he waits and eventually Josh turns onto his back and says. "A relationship."

Tyler lets out a dry laugh and rubs at his eyes. "Is that what this is?"

"It's something." Josh says, he stares at the ceiling. Chest rising and falling.

"Fuck." Tyler feels fuzzy already, he feels like he's sinking. "I don't think i'm going to be moving for a long time."

"This could be a relationship."

Tyler touches Josh's hand, hooking their pinkies together. "We're involved so it automatically is some kind of relationship isnt it?"

"Yeah." Josh nods and it's sad. "You're right."

They lay like that for a while longer, Tyler curls his toes and arches his back a bit, getting comfortable as Josh plays with his fingers for whatever reason. It's nice. And he lets the high that infiltrated his body take over.

Quiet. Tyler breaks the silence, cutting through the sound of the TV.

Tyler says. "Tell me something."

Josh tells him something, reluctantly, there's no confidence behind the words. "I've never had an actual boyfriend or girlfriend or partner. I've been with people for extended periods of time but it was just.. y'know.. sex. Not many feelings, just, that's all they wanted from me."

Tyler's eyes widen and then he frowns. He squeezes Josh's fingers. "Does that bother you?" The question weighs in the air for a moment before Josh answers him.

"Sometimes. I honestly don't know. I just want to be loved or liked or anything. And if I can make someone feel good, that's enough."

"Or anything." Tyler says, repeating his words. Letting them sink in.

Josh scoots closer to him, just in the slightest. "Anything."

"You deserve more than just anything." Tyler scoots closer too, holding his hand, pulling them together until their legs can tangle together. Josh allows this and then does more, moves over until he can completely wrap himself around him, hold him, become part of him. Tyler welcomes every movement with open arms and tries to keep his eyes open. He feels so good, at peace.

"You're nice." Josh says, moving his hand to cup Tyler's jaw. "You deserve so much." His finger traces along his cheek bone.

"Do I?" Tyler asks, leaning into his touch.

"Tell me something else?"

Josh says. "I was addicted to alcohol." Which Tyler guessed but feels glad to be trusted with the information.

"You got out of that by yourself?"

"My brother helped." Josh's knee comes up the press against his hips, their bodies press together tighter than before. It's warm, soft, perfect.

"I'm proud of you."

"I don't have great coping mechanisms for when things go to shit." Josh admits, laughs as he blinks lazily at him. Tyler can tell he's high, it's like he's blinking in slow motion.

Josh nods, like he just knows what he's saying is right. "I need you." His crotch pushes against Tyler's thigh, he's half hard. Tyler can't bring himself to do anything about it. He's not in a state of mind to suck him off no matter how much he wants to, how good it would be for both of them.

Tyler is slow in response, his brain is moving at half it's normal speed, his fingers dig into a Josh's hip. "How about tomorrow?"

"I need-" Josh can't finish his sentence. Tyler stares at him and Josh abruptly pulls away, sitting up, out of the mess of tangled limbs. Tyler whines, a baby. "No, no, no. Come back here."

Josh looks at him. "You're cute."

"I'll be back." He stands up and Tyler stares at the outline of his cock, thick against his pants. Tyler wants him in his mouth but he's distracted. His chest looks sparkly and Tyler thinks of the vampires from twilight and laughs into the crook of his arms. "Okay. Be fast."

Josh is gone for what feels like forever but when he comes back Tyler has his legs against the wall and is looking at him upside down. He'd gotten bored. He stares at where Josh's cock had been hard and finds that he's changed his pants and is back to being soft.

"Hi." Tyler grins, his arms above his head, reaching for him.

Josh climbs back into the bed and sits down beside Tyler's head, his thigh to his ear. "How do you feel?"

"Like i'm a part of the bed." He sighs, tangling s his fingers with the sheets and then moving his hand to rest on Josh's bare foot. Josh's foot flexes, Tyler grabs it.

"I like this." Tyler kisses his knee.

"You're so.." He gives up. "Everything."

Josh laughs. "You too."

They quiet down after that, not many words are spoken. There's occasional giggling and laughter and touching, a lot of touching and changing positions, cuddling. Tyler sinks into all of it. Sometimes he's big spoon, sometimes he's little spoon and sometimes they're just tangled around eachother like vines.

Tyler expects something to happen, he expects orgasms, he wants it too. Instead he gets Josh's teeth on his neck for the better part of an hour.

*

When he's home, he feels empty. He only manages to move himself to the couch before he thinks he may start crying. He's not sure why he feels like he should cry. There's something intense, too intense about Josh.

Ashley comes home, the moment she sees him she looks like she's going to say something.

"I spent the whole day with Josh." He says without looking at her, he eats a dorito.

"You have hickeys all over your neck." She counters. She's smiling.

"Maybe." He sighs, he can feel the dorito dust on his fingers, he rubs his index with his thumb before glancing up at her. "I honestly don't know what i'm doing. It was nice though. I'm still high."

"Oh I can tell. You can barely keep your eyes open." She gets closer, crouching down in front of him. "He let you leave like this?"

Tyler shakes his head. Him leaving had been very reluctant for the both of them, maybe more him than Josh. "I thought it would be best to avoid, certain things." He gulps. "Just for now. Let things settle."

"Sure." She nabs a dorito from the bag he has clutched against his chest. "Next time you get high with him invite me if i'm not working."

"Maybe."

Ashley pinches his cheek. "Absolutely."

"How was work?" He asks, letting his finger faintly trace one of the bruises on his neck.

Ashley rolls her eyes. "Let me tell you." She sits down beside him.

*

He showers in cold water, letting it pour down on him like he's outside and it's raining. His whole body shakes but the cold, it helps, it clears his mind.

Towel snug around his hips, he goes about his morning routine. Making sure his living room curtains are open before doing anything, above all else maybe he does just want Josh's attention. Maybe he does want Josh to come to him. He's really not sure what he wants right now. He's not sure what he's doing anymore.

Tyler puts in the effort to not consistently check if Josh is watching him as he does this. He pretends Josh isn't the type to do so even while they both know they both happily stare at eachother from their respective windows.

He spends probably an hour walking around his house with a towel lowly slung around his waist, chest on display, the sparse hair that travels from his navel to his crotch left completely bare to the sunlight that shines in from outside. He doesn't do very much, he smokes and makes himself a shitty waffle for breakfast and then sits on the couch and puts on cartoons.

And eventually, he notices Josh, just when he's stretching his arms above his head and yawning. The towel falls a little lower and his gaze ends up to where it ultimately has wanted to be set on all morning.

He sees Josh, they immediatly make eye contact and Tyler wants to look away but he can't. Self consciously he adjusts his towel. The road dividing them isn't very wide and the windows are big. Josh is leaning against his window, looking at him. Tyler's first instinct is to hide his body, he doesn't know how Josh had been comfortable enough to do it as much as he used to.

Josh hasn't really seen more than his dick and he's always been self-conscious about how scrawny he is, but god the way Josh is looking at him right now, need, want, he just lets his towel fall lower, slipping down, down, down. The smallest amount of pubic hair is sticking out. Josh seems to grin at him and Tyler falters, just a little because he really shouldn't do anything with him again until they have a real conversation. Josh pushing him up against a car and apologizing doesn't count.

He quickly forces himself to look away, grabs his phone and calls him. He doesn't even remember having his number in his phone.

The answer is immediate, he watches as Josh presses the phone to his ear. "Tyler."

Tyler looks at him, Josh looks right back. "Hi."

"Come over?" Tyler asks, the words burn to say, he shouldn't be saying them but he can't help himself even though he's nervous at the thought of touching Josh again. Nervous of Josh shaking and crying. His hands are shaking. This is a bad idea.

"Yeah," Josh huffs over the line. Tyler looks out the window. Josh's hand is in his pants or on its way there, pushing down under his waistband. Tyler's mouth opens a little bit, his stomach is a mess. Everything is forgotten.

"You-" He breathes out, calm. It's okay. He feels his dick harden, slowly but if he really lets himself think about it he'll be hard as a rock in a moments notice.

"Yeah." Josh's hand is stroking himself now, still partially hidden but it's clear, very clear what he's doing. Tyler has so many questions, even with his staring he hadn't registered when the teasing touches had turned into this. There's absolutely no shame in it and Tyler let's just eyes wander around the street to see if anybody, anyone else at all falls victim to seeing this as well.

"Come over here." Tyler tells him, and he's tense, so tense but then he's shutting his curtains so he can hide. He wants to hide. He doesn't want to be on display. He doesn't want the world to see his dick. Just Josh. 

"Josh." He sighs into his phone, adjusting his towel, letting it drag along his cock. A pleasant little noise leaves his mouth and he's almost, almost embarrassed.

Josh groans into his ear and then whimpers, Tyler shuts his eyes. "Look at me." Josh murmurs. "again," the second part is a whisper but Tyler catches it, just like he catches the silent please that comes after it.

Tyler looks.

He's still dressed from the waist down, decent, which Tyler's glad for it and his hand is no longer in his pants but just palming overtop. Despite Josh's constant exhibitionism being a turn on for him he's well aware that they aren't the only two people who live on this street. A fact that Josh still doesn't care about. "We should talk." Tyler manages to say, eyes roaming over Josh's body.

"About what?" His voice sounds raspy when he says this and Tyler thinks he's knees might give out and wouldn't that just be an invitation for Josh to come over?

There's so much he wants to say. They can talk, Tyler can figure out what happened and not be a coward. "Us." As if there is an us.

Josh's breath hitches in his ear and then there's silence for a moment before shuffling can be heard and Josh has moved out of line of Tyler's sight. "Be right over."

The call ends. Tyler breathes out and shuts the curtains, a hand reaching down to grasp his erection the moment he's hidden. His towel falls to his feet and Tyler stares down at his cock that's curled up against his stomach. He had barely noticed getting hard, getting this hard. God, this is a bad idea. One of his stupidest, but he's horny and Josh wants him and that's all that matters right now. Josh wants him.

The panic sets in immediatly. He's naked. All he has is a towel that he quickly brings back up to his waist and wraps back around himself as tightly as he can muster. There's a knock at the door. Tyler breathes in, letting air fill his lungs. He focuses on it and then breathes out. Idiot. He's an idiot.

Walking to the door almost feels like walking to his death, except, he's excited. But nervous and it's a bad idea and he probably won't be dying.

When he opens the door Josh isn't wearing shoes or a shirt or pants that are properly done up and he's smiling, so wide it hurts Tyler's heart. He's just, god, he can't stand this. The scruff on his cheeks and the curls in his hair and his nose piercing and the way he looks at him makes him so weak. It's harder to resist him when he's like this, when he's always just, indescribable.

Tyler lifts and eyebrow as he lets his fingers curl around the doorframe until his nails hurt. "Hi."

Josh's eyes wander for a moment before he answers, they go down his body, they land on his erection. Tyler feels himself twitch, every part of his body, even his eye. "Hey." Josh says drawing the word out, and then there's eye contact and he's taking an easy step forward, a hand goes to Tyler's naked waist, it squeezes like it owns him and Tyler crumbles.

He breathes out and let's his hand that had been curled around the doorframe go to a Josh's bare shoulder, his nails gently dig into the skin there and within a second he's pulled Josh into the threshold of his house with a tug and within seconds Josh has wrapped him into a hug as they both stumble inside to the house properly. The door ends up closed behind them and he lets his arms wrap around Josh and lets his nose bury into his neck for a moment, breathes in his scent. Because of course he smells good, too good, like he'd planned this and doused himself in cologne.

There's some vaguely intimate about this hug, they've never hugged like this before so maybe that's why he's suddenly more aware of everything as they hold each other in the middle of the hallway.

He can feel Josh's dick pressed tightly against his but neither of them are moving to try to do anything about it and really, he has no complaints. It's comforting and he lets himself settle into it, let's Josh wrap himself around him, press his thigh between his legs gently, lets Josh's hair tickle as his neck.

"Hi," Josh murmurs against his skin, a whisper. It tickles, Tyler squirms just a bit and pokes his tongue out and licks up Josh's neck as his own form of hello. The taste of him is comforting, he's the same and he leans into having Tylers mouth on him so Tyler presses a gentle kiss to the spot he's just licked, and then another and another and before he knows it he's sucks a hickey under his jaw. Josh melts against him and slowly gyrates his hips against his, letting himself just breathe near Tyler's ear.

They're hips move together, slowly very slowly and Tyler eventually finds it in himself to pull away and drag them apart, just barely, just until he can cup Josh's jaw, look him in the eyes. "We're okay." Tyler says. "We're good." And he's surprised at how easily he says it. How true it is. His thumb strokes across his chin.

Josh leans into his touch. "I know." He says. Everything feels like it's moving in slow motion. Tyler blinks, Josh blinks, Tyler kisses him, his tongue ends up in his mouth and Josh's hands end up in his hair and his fingers end up going lower and lower until they're no longer massaging his scalp but are instead toying with his towel and tugging it off of his body easily. It makes a quiet thump when it falls to the ground, Tyler shivers.

"Oh." 

Josh looks at him, looks at his cock, wet at the tip. "Oh."

Tyler grips him by the hair, tilts his head back and presses their lips together again, promptly moving forward and shoving him against the wall. Josh makes a happy noise, like he's happy to be there and Tyler kisses him harder. Their teeth touch for a second but it's barely bothersome. it's too good, just this, especially when Josh's hand comes to tease at his hip and then slips towards his pubic hair, it makes his knees buckle in a way that make him want to cry out.

He expects Josh to go for his cock, hard and pressing against him but instead, his hands stay away from where Tyler wants him most, it sobers his up, as though he hasn't been sober this entire time. He wants this so much, so so much.

"I've been thinking about you-" Josh says. in between the kisses they've been sharing that have been turning slower and slower and the way they're dragging this out is making Tyler lose his mind in the best way possible. The hands at his waist, one of them slowly drags up to touch his nipples.

Tyler gasps into his mouth without making barely any noise and it's like nothing else exists. "Every day," He twists a nipple, Tyler arches, Tyler pushes him against the wall harder, Josh says, "I want you."

He pushes away away his nerves. Josh doesn't need him to be nervous. It won't be good for either of them if he is.

"I think we-" Tyler presses his lips to his jaw again, Josh grips his ass and pulls him closer. His fingers grip either of his cheeks and Tyler's toes curl, he leans his forehead on Josh's shoulder. "Please,"

"I-Tyler." Josh shakes his head, dismissively all while leaning into the kisses being delivered to his neck. Tyler frowns, Josh touches his arm.

"I think we should talk." Tyler says finally.

Tyler watches Josh's eyes widen for a moment and he pauses for a moment. Its like it takes his brain a moment to catch up "Okay." The words don't make sense. He takes that as understanding but indulges and licks up Josh's neck to plant another kiss on his lips. Josh brings him in for a greedy kiss once more but it's soft if anything. The softness of it, is compensated by Josh's hands on his ass, pulling, squeezing, groping, pulling him apart. Tyler wants him to touch him. More. But talking, right.

He brings his lips to Josh's ear. "We're going outside, on a walk. Later, now, Im not sure yet." The words come off his tongue and Tylers not sure if he really means it. If he'll even be able to follow through with it, everything is so fuzzy. Josh feels so good.

"Tyler." His hand brushes down his back, over his ass once more, it's teasing, impossible. "We can't go now." He whispers as his other hand joins and then both his hands are there and he can't help the noise that escapes him when Josh pulls him closer and his cock is pressed harshly against him once more and they start rocking against each other again.

"I want you to come first'" Josh says, guiding Tyler's hips, nipping at his neck, under his ear, biting at his earlobe. Tyler has a full body tremor because somehow this, this is better than anything they've done so far and it's driving him insane.

He nods shakily and let's his head hang heavy against Josh's shoulder as they rock together and when Josh's hand grabs under his knee and forces his knee to bend and stay nuzzled against his hip, Tyler feels so exposed. He considers putting his leg back down, closing his stance but Josh's fingers lightly trail up and down his lower back, going lower and lower each time and it makes him whine. Whine. "Josh," He sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

Tyler keeps rocking his hips, unable to stop the movement as he approaches his orgasm and he almost comes when Josh's finger grazes across his hole, gently, barely pressing against it before his hand moves to  fondles his balls. Tyler shakes again and moans against the skin of Josh's neck, letting himself become completely immersed in the feeling of everything.

"I want to come," He groans, seeking Josh's fingers, his body, anything . "Just," Josh's hips snap against his, Tyler lifts his head. "Shit, yeah, yeah that."

"Good, you're so-" Josh makes a noise, moans quietly. "This is good, perfect." Josh's fingers returns to his hole, stroking against it while his other hand reaches between them to touch at the head of his cock.

With his arms draped around Josh's neck, rocks against him just a bit more and his orgasm creeps up on him that much faster, especially when Josh's finger presses inside of him. There's resistance of course, they don't have lube with them but just the very though of Josh inside of him is enough.

"Look at you," Josh murmurs into his hair, he spits into one of his hands wrapping it around his cock and the other stays firmly digging into his right ass cheek. It's too much, it's not enough, Josh's hand speeds up, his finger seeps towards his hold and he brings him in for a greedy kiss all at the same time.

"Fuck, oh my god."  and Tyler's topples over against him completely, groaning as he comes all over their stomachs and Josh's hand, the only reason he doesn't fall the to the ground completely is because Josh has since grasped him. "Ive got you." Josh says and Tyler pulls away, blinks at him for a moment before kissing him lazily. "Mhm,"

His hand automatically reaches down for a Josh's dick, cupping him in his pants. Josh rolls his shoulders back into the wall at the sensation and Tyler smiles against his lips as he quickly brings him off, Josh whining into the kiss as he gets him off hard and fast, their foreheads press together, Josh can barely reciprocate the kiss but Tyler's perfectly content just watching him experience his orgasm.

His eyes screw up and his body tenses a bit and his hips snap forwards towards him as though trying to get control of the situation. "Yeah."

Tyler spits in his hand one more time and starts at his balls and then grips his cock again, making him slick, wet, while he mouths down his chest and starts up the fast rhythm of jerking him off. When Tyler's teeth scrape at one of his nipples, Josh is coming, head throw back, neck bared. Tyler bites down, gently on a nipple and coaxes everything out of him with his hand, murmuring gentle words against his skin. He can feel, he can see the mans thighs trembling underneath him.

Josh is panting and dazedly laughs. "That was.." Tyler can't help the smile grazing his face, or the warmth that spreads through his entire body. There's come on both of their stomachs, a mixture of each of their orgasms.

"Good?" He stands up straighter, letting his hands roam across Josh's chest. heat radiates off of him. He rests his palms against his pecs.

"Something like that."

They stay like that for a bit, standing, living in the brief moment of euphoria they'd just felt. Tyler feels good, sated and he can tell Josh feels about the same.

They make quick work of cleaning up, Josh briefly ends up on his knees, just for a moment, licking out at a drop of come on Tyler's stomach. Tyler shivers as this happens and is quick to walk away and wrap his towel back around himself again.

"Stay for dinner?"

"Please."

*

oh. hi!

im not saying im back but i'm also sort of back, i'm not fully sure yet.