In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

12. Seasons*

A little bit of Aunt Sheri, because who doesn't love that woman ❤️💅🏻

(*smut)

Sunday
December 22

Tyler sits on his couch, a cup of coffee in his hand as he scrolls through his phone. It's just after six, and he's waiting for his aunt and cousin to arrive. He's still got about an hour but didn't want to be cranky when his cousin got here, so he got up early enough to shower and relax before the day ahead of him.

A knock is heard at the door, confusing Tyler as it's not even 6:30 yet. Setting his mug and phone down, he stands up and opens the door.

He smiles, "Hey. You're here-"

The boy gasps suddenly as Josh grabs him and lifts him up. Wrapping his legs around the man's waist, he laughs when Josh wastes no time sucking on his neck. He pushes the door shut as Josh begins moving. Walking to the nearest wall, Josh puts his hand out to avoid a hard collision.

Josh smirks when Tyler finally moans and he sets the boy on his feet before pushing him gently against the dining table. The brunette leans over the tabletop, his pink cheek squishing against the surface. Josh bites his lip, gripping Tyler's cheek through his jeans. The brunette pushes back in retaliation, wiggling his hips teasingly. Josh smirks before pulling him back up. He wraps an arm around his stomach, slipping his hand underneath his t-shirt and creating goosebumps under his delicate touch.

Tyler slips his shirt off and Josh freezes. Tyler licks his lips nervously as Josh lifts his arm and eyes the bruised spot on the back of his upper arm. The brunette shuts his eyes softly as Josh kisses the mark.

Tyler's breath becomes heavy within a second as Josh's teeth find their way to his earlobe. Tyler whines lightly and reaches up to tangle his fingers in the man's curls, begging for more. He pants softly as Josh's hands move toward the button of Tyler's jeans. He pushes them down to the boy's thighs, quickly doing the same with his boxers.

Lifting the smaller man up, he taps the table and Tyler sets his knees on it, keeping his back pressed against Josh's chest. He lies his head on the man's shoulder in anticipation while Josh pushes his own pants down. Tyler gasps lightly as a cold substance is felt against his skin. He chuckles realizing that it's lube.

"Did you just have that in your pocket?" Tyler can't help but to laugh.

"I always come prepared," Josh mutters before kissing the man's neck again, wrapping his hand around his throat.

Tyler moans slightly as he feels Josh push into him, beginning to thrust immediately. With every thrust, Tyler's melts further into his hockey player's hold. Also with every thrust, the table moves a centimeter, creating a squeaky rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.

Josh sighs in annoyance after taking another step forward, feeling Tyler slip away from him. Lifting the brunette, Tyler giggles as they move to the couch. Josh sits down with Tyler lying on his chest. He slides back into the man who reaches out in an attempt to grip something. With no success, he settles for Josh's hands as they hold the brunette's legs.

The man underneath replaces his hands with Tyler's who opts for hugging his thighs instead. Tyler throws his head back suddenly with a whine as Josh angles his hips just right. Josh grips the man's throat and squeezes gently, his other arm around his stomach as he continues to bump the boy's sweet spot. Tyler's grip around his legs weakens. He whimpers as Josh lifts him again, pausing his movements, and lies him on the couch.

Removing both of their pants fully, as well as his own shirt, Josh pulls the brunette closer to the edge of the couch before gently slipping inside of him again. He leans overtop of the smaller man, holding himself on the wall behind the sofa. Bending down, he captures Tyler's moans in his mouth, a hand wrapping around his throat once again. Sitting back, he keeps his hand in place. Tyler smiles blissfully, resting his hands on Josh's hips as he fucks him mercilessly into the cushions.