Joshler

How Much Did You Miss Me?

This was really spontaneous, but it's late, The Weeknd came on my Pandora, and now I'm horny and alone so there you have it. Sorry if it's shitty lmao

Obvious Warning: lots of dirty shit okay

Josh was excited. In more ways than one at the moment.

He had been in LA for a while, and yeah of course he had gotten plenty of (for lack of a better term) action, but god did he miss seeing Tyler wrap his pretty lips around his cock. He had been thinking about it since he was on the plane.

He and Tyler had never really talked about their little arrangement. It was more of an unspoken agreement to help each other get off when they were on the road. I mean they were best friends, and best friends help each other out. Right?

At first it was just the casual jerking each other off, but it took an unexpected turn when Tyler began leaving sloppy kisses down Josh's toned abdomen until he had taken Josh all the way to the back of his throat. That only happened once, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Josh tried to keep himself from thinking about it too much, but to no avail he had spent a whole night doing just that.

He concluded that, hey wasn't everyone a little gay for their best friend? Yeah that's all it was. Josh wasn't gay he just, you know, loved Tyler...and he also loved Tyler's mouth...and hands.

Josh now sat on the floor of Tyler's bedroom cross-legged in front of his suit case. He was trying to decide how to most efficiently pack his belongings for the upcoming tour, while simultaneously trying to avoid the very arousing thoughts stirring at the back of his mind and under the layers of jeans and boxers.

Tyler sat a few feet away doing the same as Josh, except he was packing away in the most meticulous, focused way possible. He picked up each shirt and folded it neatly into a small little square and tucked it away in the small black suit case. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration. Kind of like when he had a hand wrapped around Josh's- no no no.

Not now Josh fuck.

Josh scolded himself mentally.

"Dude how the hell do you fold everything so perfectly?" Josh broke the silence.

Tyler's expression softened as he lifted his concentrated gaze from his clothes to Josh. He chuckled lightly.
"It's not that hard man. You want me to help?"

Yeah but not with the fucking packing.

"Sure." Josh replied simply.

Tyler crawled over next to Josh, and picked up one of Josh's many sleeveless shirts. He smirked as he demonstrated his very particular folding techniques.
"I like this shirt on you."

Great. Yeah complement me. That won't make me wanna tear your clothes off or anything.

Josh cleared his throat. "Uh thanks man." He smiled quickly.

After Tyler had folded a few more shirts, he looked to Josh who had zoned out on Tyler's hands. Josh liked the way his hands looked when he did things like this. Playing instruments, folding shirts, and other things.

"Hey I'm not packing all your stuff for you, you know." Tyler laughed, making eye contact with Josh who was now chewing at his lip staring into Tyler's eyes.

Oh what the hell.

Josh leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tyler's forcefully. He pulled away after a moment to gauge Tyler's reaction. He stared back at Josh, wide-eyed, their faces inches apart. Then Tyler grabbed the side of Josh's face roughly, pulling him back in.