33. Rubber Ducky*

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(*smut)

Friday
October 10

"What do you think my love language is?" Josh asks, passing the joint to his boyfriend.

"Acts of service and affirmation," Dallon answers immediately as Josh cuddles up to his side.

"I'm helpful," Josh smiles.

Dallon laughs, pulling the burning weed from his lips and placing it in the ashtray on the nightstand. He blows out a cloud into the dimly lit room, "What's mine?"

"Physical and affirmation."

"Hmm...had to mention the physical," the taller man hums, hugging the man closer to him, making the other smile.

"Didn't say I minded it," Josh mutters, leaning closer to Dallon's lips.

Pressing a peck to his boyfriend's lips, Dallon whispers against them, "I love you, sweets."

"I love you. What about Tyler?"

"Tyler!"

"Tyler!"

Both men call out repeatedly for their little love. After a few moments, the brunette barges in, a hand on his hip, "Can I fucking help you lazy asses?"

"Hi, baby!" Josh exclaims with a small wave.

Dallon chuckles at the man in his arms, "What's your love language?"

"Being difficult and annoying."

"We love that about you."

"Are we done here?" Tyler asks, picking up the joint and taking a hit before setting it back down.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm writing."

"What are you writing?" Josh asks.

"Nunya."

Dallon rolls his eyes and covers Josh's mouth before he can ask the inevitable question, "Continue. But kiss me first."

Tyler sighs heavily and walks to the bed where Dallon grabs his arm lightly.

"Don't sigh at me."

"dOn'T sIgH aT mE," Tyler mocks, making Dallon's eyes widen.

(I did not know how else to write that out lmao)

"Oooo," Josh hums from the sidelines as the taller man stands up and leans over Tyler.

"Is that what you wanna do right now?" Dallon asks, his voice low.

"Maybe it is," Tyler challenges.

"Are you sure?"

Tyler leans up closer to the man, faces centimeters from each other, "You gonna do it or aren't you, big boy?"

"Josh, get off the bed," Dallon says calmly, staring into the brunette's excited eyes.

Josh slides off the mattress and watches as Dallon hugs Tyler and throws him onto the bed. Tyler yelps as he lands and shimmies to the center.

Dallon glances at Josh, "You wanna watch?"

"Yes."

"Sit in the chair," Dallon commands, opening his dresser drawer and pulling various items out.

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Josh watches, slightly dazed, as his boyfriend squirms and twitches in overwhelming pleasure on the bed, his hands restrained to each bedpost above his head. Tears stream down his cheeks, having escaped from under the fabric over his eyes. Fresh hickeys and fingerprinted bruises litter his body.

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