In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

17. Performance*

(*Perfect -Simple Plan)
(*slight smut & tw/cw: mention of past E.D., substance abuse. Active drinking, as well as vomiting, and a bit of verbal/physical abuse)
(*little smut)

Wednesday
February 26

Sitting on the floor of the locker room, his legs straight out in front of him, Tyler leans forward, grabbing his feet and holding position for a few seconds before sitting back up with a sigh and stares blankly at the wall of lockers on the other side of the room.

He doesn't want to be here tonight. He doesn't want to skate, doesn't want to be watched by hundreds of people and definitely doesn't want to see Chloe's concerned look when she smells his breath. He just doesn't want to.

"Ty, you in here?"

"Over here!"

Josh rounds the corner and smiles lightly. He sits on the bench beside the brunette and leans forward on his elbows, "When do you go on?"

"About an hour," Tyler answers, shifting to his knees and kissing the man's lips.

"Are you ready?"

Tyler shrugs, placing his hands on Josh's knees, "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

Josh slowly sits up straight as Tyler moves his hands to his inner thighs and pushes his legs apart. He leans back on his hands as Tyler's slide up his shirt, running over his toned stomach.

Making eye contact with the muscled man, Tyler skids a hand over the front of his ripped jeans before leaning down and mouthing teasingly at the material. Josh lets out a short breath before settling his hand on Tyler's head as he feels himself getting hard.

Slithering up his boyfriend's front, the brunette straddles the man's thighs, his arms looping around his shoulders as he slowly kisses his lips. The man hugs him close and lies back on the bench before resting his hands on Tyler's pudgy thighs with a blissful squeeze.

Tyler sits up suddenly, his hands sliding up his boyfriend's shirt once again as he teases his ass on Josh's hard-on. Sliding his hands to Tyler's ass, he lets out a soft moan, "Fuck. Please, baby."

"Please what?"

Josh groans in discomfort as his jeans become tighter. Noticing the pained look on his boyfriend's face, Tyler lowers himself to the floor again and unbuttons Josh's jeans, pulling them down slightly as the man lies his head on the bench beneath him. Pulling the man's hard-on out of his boxers, Tyler wastes no time in helping to relieve the man.

Driving his fingers through the brunette's hair, Josh's breathing gets heavier and heavier by the minute, his hips threatening to buck deeper in the man's throat. Finally, hips moving involuntarily, Josh groans loudly as Tyler chokes on him. Using both hands, Josh holds Tyler's head in place, dick down his throat as he releases his load.

Tyler squeezes the man's thighs, quickly running out of oxygen. He pulls off with a deep gasp and takes a moment to breathe, wiping the stray tears off his cheeks.

"Fuck," Josh says breathlessly. The couple take a few moments to catch their breaths. Josh carefully sits up after a minute.

"Was that good, daddy?" the brunette says softly, looking up at the man innocently, his head tilting his head flirtatiously.

Josh nods, a small smile appearing on his lips, "You're so beautiful."

Tyler blushes, a real smile breaking through his sexual front, as Josh leans down to kiss him. The two pull away quickly as the locker room door slams shut and footsteps swiftly approach. Josh jumps up and yanks his pants up.