"phew good the game hasn't started yet." brendon huffed, as he walked down and sat next to josh. ryan followed him and sat down.

"where were y'all?" josh asked. he was sitting next to emma and dallon, and had two seats saved on the other side. they were at tylers home basketball game. max had a doctors appointment and so did his sister. they were just busy all after noon.

"we just fucked in the bathroom." brendon said, laughing a bit breathlessly.

"in the school bathroom?" josh laughed.

"no your moms bathroom," brendon said sarcastically. "yes the school bathroom, dumbfuck." brendon said.

"woah woah woah chill out." josh laughed.

"sorry. hes cranky after sex." ryan said, giggling.

"my bad." brendon said. "when does it start?" brendon asked.

"it's about to." josh said. tyler was down there warming up. him and the other starters were down there stretching.

"we gonna win?" brendon asked.

"uh yeah. we're like 17-0 i think and they're 4-12. they've only beat the sucky teams too." josh said.

"ahh. so tylers gonna score like a million points and we're gonna win." brendon said.

"yep. basically." josh nodded. the buzzer went off, both teams heading back to their benches. the starters took off their warmups and sat on the benches while the players lined up.

the announcer called them out and everyone cheered. they walked out on the court and everyone got in their spots.

the ref through up the ball and the game started. ethan won the tip off and passed the ball to tyler.

"my ass is sore." ryan groaned, adjusting in his seat a little.

"i told you it was good be sore and you were like 'oh no daddy harder please ahhh'" brendon mimicked in a high pitched voice.

"one i don't sound like that, and two i didn't call you daddy." ryan said, making a gross face.

"ryan dont kink shame." josh said.

"i'm not kink shaming! i'm stating that it's not my thing." ryan said.

"so, you don't mind getting slapped across the face or thrown through the wall or drowned or hit or anything, but you won't allow the word daddy to come out of your mouth?" brendon asked.

"yeah. pretty much." ryan nodded.

"fair enough." brendon nodded.

"i think i might have a degrading kink." josh said.

"bitch you cry if i tell you that your shirt has a stain on it." ryan said, laughing.

"okay okay i know but hear me out. i think if it's like the goal is like during sex and it's not like true and stuff then yeah. but like not like saying i'm ugly and stuff." josh said.

"do people do that? like do people want to be like called ugly and stuff?" ryan said.

"i'm sure there's people in the world that like that." brendon nodded.

"that's crazy. i mean i'd say i'm like a 20% degradee and like 80% for like praise." josh said.

"yeah me too. that sounds reasonable." ryan nodded.

"you want me to start calling you a slut in bed?" brendon asked.

"bitch hurt my feelings. disrespect me." ryan said.

"noted. ryan really is a slut though." brendon said.

"babe stop or you'll give me a boner." ryan slapped his arm.

"point proven." brendon leaned over and told josh. he giggled.

"yeah!!!!! go go go!" josh yelled when tyler stole the ball and had a fast break to the goal. he shot and made a layup. everyone cheered for him.

josh hasn't told anyone about his little picture situation with tyler. or the other one that happened....or the other one.

he just, didn't want to say something and then him and tyler not work out again. he was tired of getting embarrassed. tyler told zack and jaxon and that was it.

it was just something they wanted to keep to themselves. and it was probably gonna happen again tonight.

"smile." emma said. she videoed dallon and the josh and everyone, before she flipped the camera over and videoed the game to put on her story.

"that number 7 from the other team is high key hot as fuck." brendon said. "he's got a huge ass too."

"he is hot. damn. he looks like a bottom though." ryan said.

"yeah. he looks familiar. but no he looks like he'd say that he was a top and act all tough but in reality he's a big needy bitch." josh said.

"exactly." brendon nodded. "tyler is so hot it's not even fair."

"ohmygod yes he's hot. like i look down there and i'm like holy shit. like any team we play ever he's always the hottest one down there."

"are you talking about tyler?" emma asked.

"yeah." he laughed.

"yeah. he is hot." he smiled, looking over at dallon to see if he'd say something. he didn't hear her though. she looked at josh and they both laughed.

"yeah i get what you're saying." ryan said. "i mean he's tall, got a perfect body and face, perfect hair, a huge ass dick. he's disrespectful and full of himself but at the same time sweet and caring. literally it's like some teenage girl just like randomly thought and wrote up some guy who's literally exactly perfect and her type and just sat him down in our school."

"literally yeah that's what it seems like." josh nodded and laughed. "that's crazy though to think about."

"yeah for real for real." brendon nodded. he ran his hand through his hair. "my dick is like hard right now what the fuck." he said, looking down at it through his basketball shorts. he didn't have an extravagant outfit today. just black basketball shorts and a white long sleeve nike shirt.

"why is it hard?" ryan laughed, setting his hand on brendons thigh.

"i literally don't know it's just like hard." brendon said.

"maybe tylers just so hot." josh shrugged.

"i guess so. damn." brendon said and shuffled a bit. ryan kept his hand on his thigh.

"dicks are weird." josh shook his head, looking back at the game.

"they are. but i love them." ryan said, hand now resting on brendons dick.

"you wanna feel my dick, josh?" brendon asked.

"of course i'm always down to feel a dick." josh said, reaching over and grabbing it. "oh wow. very firm." he nodded.

"yeah pretty nice." brendon nodded. "when am i gonna get to fuck you."

"me?" josh asked.

"uh yeah you, dumbass." he said.

"i don't know." he laughed. "ask ryan."

"whenever you want i guess." he shrugged. "i don't have to be there."

"you'd really let your boyfriend fuck me if you weren't there?" josh asked.

"uh yeah. i don't fuckin care. you date me you date josh." he shrugged.

"aw i love you." ryan said. 

"i love you." brendon said to josh.

"love you too brendon." josh said.

"alright that's where i draw the fucking like dun." ryan said, laughing after. "yeah nah i don't care you wanna fuck josh go for it. i lowkey wanna fuck josh."

"everyone wants to fuck josh." brendon said.

"tyler doesn't." josh joked. 

"i honestly can't remember a time that tyler wasn't talking about your ass." brendon laughed.

"do y'all talk about me when you go to each other's houses?" josh asked.

"that information is private sir i'm sorry i can't share." brendon said.

"so you do talk about me." josh said.

"it's confidential. tyler does talk about your ass a lot though." brendon said.

"yeah i figured." he said.

"bro tylers been beefing with that guy all night." brendon said, pointing to them down there. right now they were getting handsy with each other. it was that number 7 guy. it was about the end of the 3rd quarter of the game.

"yeah i noticed that. looks like they're talking a bunch of trash talk. tyler looks pissed." josh said.

"woah okay that doesn't look like playful trash talk anymore." brendon said, sitting up a bit. he lifted ryan's hand off of him. nobody else in the crowd seemed to notice.

"tyler just said like 'i'll beat you're fuckin ass to the ground' and then something else. i can't really see his mouth that good." josh said.  "okay. okay maybe someone should um step in cause i don't see this ending good."

"yeah that dude just grabbed tylers arm, bad mistake. tyler has a damn temper. always had one." brendon said. he got out his phone and started videoing.

"oh shit." ryan said. the guy just shoved tyler a bit.

and that's the moment tyler fuckin lost it. he turned right around, ramming his fist full force into that guys nose. the whole crowd erupted, josh and everyone standing up. the dude fell on the ground and tyler got right on top of him, continuing to beat down on him. you could hear him cussing at the guy from the stands.

the refs finally managed to wrap their arms around tylers waist and pull him back, coach weakly coming up and grabbing the collar of his jersey and slinging him back. tyler looked like he was ready to kill someone.

"i really think if they hadn't have pulled him off he wouldn't have stopped." josh said. his mouth was dropped.

"holy shit. is that guy okay?" brendon asked, trying to see him. the coaches and refs were crowding him. the other side was going insane, yelling at the refs and at tyler. coach weakly was screaming at tyler, and tyler was just staring down at the ground, lip in between his teeth, and hand gripping tightly onto his punching hand.

josh saw kelly and chris making their way down to the locker room after coach weakly told him to go in there.

"holy shit. what the fuck just happened?" emma asked.

everyone starting clapping when the guy got up, his coach and mom helping him walk back to the bench. it looked like he broke his nose at least. joshs phone dinged and he looked down at it.

"chris just texted me asking me to go to the locker room. he said tyler won't talk to them." josh said.

"well go. go get your man." brendon said.  josh got up and brendon slapped his ass, causing him to laugh.

"i'll be back." josh said, walking up the stairs to the top, and then walked down the stairs to get to the locker room. coach weakly came up to him.

"what happened?" josh asked.

"i don't know, but that boy won't talk. maybe you can get something out of him." weakly said.

"i'll try. i've never seen him so mad."

"oh yeah. that boy must've said something deserving of the punch. tyler has a temper but he won't throw a punch cause he'll get benched a game." weakly said. josh nodded and walked into the locker room.

"hey." josh said, kelly and chris smiling.

"we're gonna go talk to coach." kelly smiled, him and her leaving.

"baby? what happened?" josh asked softly, walking up to tyler who was sitting in his locker and sitting across from him on the bench. tyler just shrugged, fixing his knee pad.

"hey, hey. it's okay." josh said. he got up and sat in tylers lap, tyler immediately wrapped his arms around him and pulling him back. he buried his face in joshs shoulder.

"he was talking about me and saying that you didn't like me and stuff cause i was a bad person." tyler said.

"i don't even know him, why was he saying that?" josh laughed a little.

"i don't know," tyler chuckled. "he's been talkin shit all game but then he started talking about you and saying shit like that you're just a gold digger or something like that and that you didn't like me and stuff."

"literally what the fuck i don't even know the guy." josh said.

"he was acting like he did. he was acting like he knew me too." tyler said.

"what's his name?" josh asked.

"fooley is his last." tyler said. joshs mouth dropped.

"no fucking way." he said.

"what?" tyler asked.

"that was fucking isaac." josh said.

"nuh uh. no way it was." tyler shook his head.

"yeah. that's why he looked fucking familiar. he moved and i guess hit puberty again. what the fuck." josh said.

"uh yeah he got something changed. i mean now i see it but holy shit he looks different." tyler said.

"you just beat isaacs ass." josh said, starting to laugh.

"wow. i did. what a coincidence. wow." tyler said, laughing and pulling josh in for a hug.

"do you think they've started back?" josh asked.

"yeah. gimme kiss." tyler said. josh smiled and turned, pressing his lips to tylers. tyler brought his hand up to cup joshs jaw as he deepened it. josh pulled away first, getting up off of his lap.

"i think i broke my hand." tyler chuckled.

"i'm gonna go tell your coach to come here." josh said.

"alright." tyler smiled, staying in his locker. josh left and came back with coach weakly.

"alright. man. what the hell was that guy saying?" weakly asked. he didn't look as mad.

"he was shit talkin josh and i told him to back the fuck up and he wouldn't stop talkin shit and he kept on grabbing me and like hitting me in the ribs and shit and i gave him three damn warnings and told him i was gonna break his goddamn nose and he didn't stop so that's what i did. and i just found out that he was joshs ex boyfriend." tyler finished his rant, coach standing there speechless. josh was holding back his laughs.

"well. you done pissed me off. but that's a logical reason. you're benched next game. i wouldn't bench you but it's the rules. you for sure did break the damn kids nose. let me see your hand." he said. tyler held it out, not being able to completely flatten it. his knuckles were all cut and bruised.

"if you broke your damn hand i swear." coach sighed, examining it. "get you a doctors appointment tomorrow. go check it out. i'll get you some ice right now. put your warmup on and go sit on the bench." he said, walking back out. tyler grabbed his warm up shirt, josh helping him put it back on.

"alright. i'll see you after." josh said.

"alright. i'm sorry if i scared you." tyler said, grabbing josh and leaning down to kiss him.

"it's okay. you beat isaacs ass, i'm not mad." josh chuckled.

"bye." tyler smiled, kissing him again. they both left, tyler to the bench and josh to chris and kelly first to explain what the hell just happened.

A/N: i'm tired of school