In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

4. Choke*

(*Panic Attack -The Glorious Sons) (*tw/cw: anxiety attack)
(*smut)

Tuesday
November 19

Tyler moans loudly, his head being pulled back by his hair. He whines suddenly as Dallon pulls him closer, pressing his chest firmly against the brunette's back.

"You like being fucked like this? Hm?" Dallon mutters, his lips brushing softly against the man's ear. "Rough and deep? Feeling every inch of me inside you?"

"Yes, sir, I love it. Fuck," Tyler breathes, his back arching slightly as he feels the familiar build in his abdomen.

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hold it."

Tyler whines, gripping Dallon's wrist on his hip. He flinches lightly when Dallon wraps his hand around his hard-on, jerking him off teasingly.

"Fuck, please," Tyler cries.

Dallon chuckles lowly in the boy's ear, sending shivers up Tyler's spine, "I'm gonna fuck it out of you."

Before Tyler can respond, his moans become heavier when Dallon quickens his pace, moving his hand off Tyler's head and to his throat.

The bathroom becomes quiet with the exception of hard slapping of Tyler's and Dallon's bodies colliding. Tyler grits his teeth as he feels Dallon's teeth against his neck. Reaching up, he buries his fingers in Dallon's hair as his body tenses, the overwhelming urge to release, clouding up his mind.

"Can I cum, please, sir?" Tyler begs almost mutely.

Dallon watches himself jerk the man off for a moment longer, before burying his cock deeper inside the skater with a grunt, "Cum."

Tyler releases a loud whine, not caring at this point if anyone heard them. Body trembling in Dallon's arms, his knees buckle forcing the taller man to tighten his grip, as his load drips onto the floor. Tyler falls dead weight against the hockey player's chest and shuts his eyes. Dallon grips his chin carefully and turns his head, locking lips.

"I have to get ready," Tyler whispers when they pull away. He giggles lightly as Dallon refuses to be done with him.

After a short makeout, Tyler pushes him away with a titter, "Dallon, I have to get ready."

"Nooo," Dallon pouts, hugging the boy closer.

"I love seeing you after sex," the brunette smiles. "You always get so cuddly, it's cute."

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

"Cute," Tyler repeats, moving his face closer to Dallon's. "Adorable. Lovely. Endearing."

Dallon can't fight the smile that breaks out on his face, "I love you."

"I love you," the skater replies with a gentle grin.

-

"Tyler, honey, you're going to do great."

The brunette shakes his head, tears blurring his vision of the dimmed arena lights, "She's not here."

His mother, Kelly sighs, offering her son an empathetic smile before engulfing him tightly. Tyler is taking his grandmother's death hard. It's been just over a week and he is minutes away from performing his solo dance that he's been excited to show her for the past month. He's petrified that he's going to mess up.

He pulls away from his mother who wipes his cheek, "She's so proud of you, baby. Just remember she's watching over you. And, honey..."

Tyler hums softly, his bloodshot eyes staring into his mother's eyes.