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Tyler loathed Valentine's Day. He hated everything about it, the love, the people, the pinks and reds. Or maybe he just missed Josh. "You're not coming back home this year either?" Tyler whispered. "I'm sorry," Josh croaked, his voice sad. He missed Tyler so much. Tyler wiped his tears. "Next month then?" Tyler asked. "Yeah," Josh whispered. There was silence. "I miss you so much, Tyler. I wanna feel you near me again," Josh rambled, his voice cracking. Tyler smiled sadly. "Don't think about it, Josh. We'll see each other next month, okay? Even if it's not what we want... at least I get to see you, right?" Tyler whispered, not wanting Josh to throw himself into an anxiety attack. Josh sniffed. "Yeah, I can't wait to see you," Josh whispered. They always cried on this day, the same exact time. 9 pm Josh's time, 12 am Tyler's time. Tyler hated that.
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The next day Tyler woke up. He looked at his phone. His heart fell when he saw nothing. Nothing from the person he wanted a text the most from. Nothing from Josh. Tyler always got a message, always a "Happy Valentine's Day!" text followed with a paragraph of hearts and a bunch of other happy things. It made Tyler's day. Tyler shut his phone off, he wiped his watery eyes. Tyler washed his face with cold water. He looked in the mirror. Ugly. Tyler broke down into tears, maybe Josh had stopped loving him but just yesterday Josh was telling Tyler how much Josh missed him! It never ran through Tyler's brain, nothing good ever did when he was crying.
Tyler slipped on his pale pink thigh highs, little bows adorned the top. He ran a white skirt on, too tired to slip on a dress. A plain pink shirt. Tyler wiped his eyes, he felt pretty. Tyler was pretty but he didn't have Josh. He was beautiful, why didn't that make him feel better?
To make it worse Tyler went outside. To a park exactly. He immediately regretted it.
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Josh typed Tyler's Valentine's message. He loved doing this. "Mr. Dun," his boss said coming in through the door. Josh looked up at him, setting his phone down.
His eyes widened at his boss's words, he turned his phone off, message forgotten.
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"Excuse me, sir," A small voice whispered. Tyler stopped, he looked up, vision blurred from his tears. It was a little girl. "Why are you crying, sir? It's Valentine's day," she whispered, sitting next to Tyler. "N-No reason. I'm just bummed out," Tyler sighed, he couldn't believe he was going to let it out on a little girl. "Why?" the little girl asked, the small basket in her hand was placed beside her. "My boyfriend. He can never come for Valentine's Day. It's like a love day, right? But I'm always alone. He normally sends me a cute message but he didn't today and- I dunno," Tyler whispered. The little girl frowned. "Your boyfriend's poopy for not sending you a message!" she exclaimed. Tyler giggled, wiping his eyes. "You don't have to cry though! Maybe, there's a reason, sir," the little girl said. "That he doesn't love me?" Tyler asked. The little girl looked up at Tyler. "You can't be frowny. Take this! I'm the sunshine and you're the rain cloud, if I try to shine on you and you get frowny them my sunshine will be canceled out! Mommy says you need to be positive, then positive things will happen!" the girl exclaimed. Tyler smiled. "You gotta be sunshine. Sometimes the sunshine can go down but you gotta make it real bright, sir," the girl smiled. Tyler giggled. The little girl reminded her so much of Josh. The way she always tried to be happy, the way she wouldn't let negativity ruin her happiness. The little girl was like a little ball of sunshine, that made him so happy.
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Tyler sat on his bed, he sat on his knees. Hungry, he was hungry. Tyler buried his face in the bed, wishing it still smelled like Josh. He wanted Josh. Tyler gripped the sheets tightly, imagining Josh was with him. What would he be doing? Josh's hands on his body, squeezing at his hips. Josh's warm breath tickling at his neck, Tyler's skin covered in goosebumps soon to be covered with kisses and warm licks. Tyler's body shaking slightly as Josh gripped his most sensitive parts, Josh's fingers pinching and playing with his nipples. His tattooed arm wrapped securely around his waist. Josh's thick cock nudging at his entrance. Tyler's back arched involuntarily. "Josh," Tyler gasped imagining Josh's hands, Josh's breath. Oh, how he craved it. "Harder," Tyler would breathe. His breath would hitch, he would feel Josh's hands roam across his body. Tyler pressed his cheek against the mattress, he needed Josh. "Harder," would be whispered again and Josh would grunt. A low sound, gravelly voice. Tyler could feel Josh thrusting into him. Josh whispering how much he loved Tyler. "Josh," Tyler gasped again, his body shaking. He could feel Josh's cock ramming into him. Showing how much he loved him, not just verbally, physically. Tyler's thighs trembled. Hands would entrancingly dance across each other's bodies. Tyler would be flipped over on his back. A perfect view of his lover, his life, his drug. Tyler would be intoxicated from all the love, he felt drunk, a happy drunk. Tyler would moan. Josh would push his thighs open, keeping him spread. So spread, so exposed. Tyler's manhood would twitch. Tyler cried out, his breath heavy. Josh would kiss him with his perfect lips, no matter how smooth or how chapped they were Tyler would love it. Biting, licking, kissing, love. "I love you," Tyler would cry, his voice high and distant. Eyebrows creased and eyes squinted. So in love. Josh would groan and whisper that he was near. So near to his heavenly state, a place so close to heaven. So blissful, so pleasuring, not even their own bodies could believe it. Tyler moaned, shaking against the bed, his hands pulling at the silk sheets. Rich, heavenly. "Josh!" Tyler moaned loudly, almost classified as a scream. His body would shake, Josh would loosen his grip, letting him fall into the pleasure, letting him experience it. Forget that he was in a room. Tyler's brain would go temporarily blank, blacking out for just a few seconds. Tyler would have gasped when he came back, cum spilled. Josh would still be chasing his high, this time slowly. Eagerly but slowly. Showing Tyler he cared. He cared about him. "Josh," Tyler moaned weakly, his body twitching, cum running down his thighs. "Oh, Josh," Tyler moaned. Josh would cum with a low moan of Tyler's name. Tyler, on his tongue, it sounded so pretty. So honoring. Tyler moaned. Josh.
