It's Not So Metaphorical Anymore

Chapter 2

Josh's POV

the bathroom door clicks and I can hear Tyler slide to the floor sobbing. I feel terrible for making him feel this way but I'm sure about what I said to him. I walk away and find a place to sit and think. What if fans find out? What if they find out and then we're known as "The Gay Band" or something. God, this is ridiculous.

Tyler's POV

I've been in the bathroom for an hour, Its 8:25pm I've calmed myself down. Spending some time on tumblr proved to be pretty therapeutic. I decide that I'm sad, hungry, and in need of sleep, I also decide I really like corgis. I look in the mirror and scoff "you've gotta get yourself together Ty" I mumble at my reflection feeling like the protagonist in a dramatic film. I open the door and Josh is asleep in the sitting/dining/chilling area, phone in hand. He looks adorable, cuter than the corgis for sure. I think about taking a picture but instantly drown that thought. No. That is a bad thought. He doesn't like you Tyler. Just walk away and get some food. So I do. I go to the fridge and it takes just the familiar feeling of my finger brushing against the handle to remember we've got nothing but Redbull and condiments. Apparently I'm not depressed enough to consider that a meal, so I pick up my phone and search for nearby delivery. I find a local pizza place and it rings twice before I hang up. Screw that. I don't need that. I'm gonna go out and find something better. I pick up my grey patterned hoodie and head out into the night.

[4 Hours Later]

??? POV

"Hey hey, slow down man. That's like your third shot in 5 minutes! You're wasted." I try to yell out to this guy, he's so beautiful, Charlie? Troy-Tyler, right. Tyler is his name. He looks at me, smiling stupidly, but his eyes are sad and glossed over. He's so pretty, I lean in for another kiss and he practically attacks my mouth. "I'm pretty sure, ahh-a-and I don't say this to everyone.. I'm pretty sure you'rrrree the one I wanna come home with." Tyler slurs. I would want nothing more than that but Tyler is incredibly drunk, luckily I'm one of the few people in this club that know that's a sign to back off. "Tonight is a bad night, let me put my number in your phone?" I ask gently. He nods for an unnaturally long time, looking up at me with those glossy eyes and the corners of his lips form an unconvincing smile. I can tell he's having a bad night. He hands me his phone after fumbling around his pants for it, it was in his jacket. I type my name and number, and a little message to him for when he sobers up. I hop off the bar stool and slide a hand across his arm on my way out.

Tyler's POV

What the hell am I doing wrong, he was sooooooo hot, he could've taken me home,  I don't want to be alone tonight. I definitely drank more than I should've and I need to slow down. "Can I buy you a drink cutie?" A bigger man slurs amusingly sliding over to sit where the other man was sitting. I agree, why did I agree.

[1 Hour Later]

The taxi drops us off at a brick complex, and Aaron rushes me to his apartment, arms around my waste. He locks the door behind us and leads me to his bedroom. We kiss sloppily and he breaks the kiss by pushing my chest causing me to fall backwards into his bed. "You gonna be my little slut tonight huh boy?" He speaks. His choice of words makes me slightly uncomfortable but, everyone has their way of talking dirty. I can't think of a sexy response quick enough so I just make a "mmmmm" sound. It isn't long before he starts shaking off my jeans, then my shirt, but not my boxers.  "Let me see what you've got" he ordered as he flipped me over, he's very strong, not that I didn't expect it. He pulls my boxers down halfway to reveal my ass and makes an "ahhhh" sound. He continues and quickly I am completely naked. Face down. In somebodies bed. "Lift that ass up baby, Aaron's got a big surprise for you."  He says deeply, I can hear him unzip his jeans, and I do as he says.

What am I getting myself into.

[The Morning After]

I arrive back at the bus somehow, very hungover, and walk past Josh without a word. Hoping to avoid a conversation before I get a chance to shower. I reek of sex. I make it to the bathroom and turn the shower on, really hot. I make sure to rid myself of his smell, his booze breath, sweat, and cheap cologne. Josh doesn't smell like that. Josh smells like, clean towels and sweets. He's like a gentle kitten. Aaron was too masculine, to macho, and not to mention he had quite the daddy fetish going on. I feel sore, a constant reminder of what I'd done. It was my first time, with an actual person at least. I would be lying if I said I haven't explored certain areas with certain objects. It felt a lot different. It was hot and wet and-I don't remember if he used protection.. I stay in the bathroom
pondering on that thought while I brush my teeth and shake my hair dry in a towel. I feel guilty, I just wish it had been Josh. I get outta the bathroom and gently sit down, it hurts, and I browse around on my phone collecting my thoughts and remembering last night. I have a message in my phone. A new contact.

Hey I just wanted to let you know I had a lot of fun with you tonight, I really want to see you again, when we're both sober. You seem really sweet Tyler.

xoxo ~ Brendon
Sent 12:58am