( The title was "Joshler ficlets" and I just wanted to change it to something different. There was also no summary, so I just made one )
Title: Bachelor Party
By: bleedingpens
Summary: Tyler goes to a male strip club/bar for his bachelor party.
Tyler just wanted to know where Josh was. Not that the other strippers weren't, like, entertaining. Or whatever.
But Josh was advertised. People came from miles to watch him work. And hell, it was Tyler's bachelor party. He was allowed to have fun.
Mark, who was decidedly drunk, wanted to tell everyone it was Tyler's bachelor party. Loudly. So loud, even, that when Josh came on stage he heard. And made straight for Tyler.
His outfit was enough to make Tyler's pants unbearably tight. Josh hadn't even started dancing, and Tyler was already shifting his legs to conceal his throbbing dick. Tight black pants, a pressed white shirt. A black tie. A vest. The only color was the bright lights reflecting off of Josh's bleached blue hair, and Tyler watched it tumble in his eyes. Was he wearing makeup? Tyler had no idea, but his biceps looked great.
"It's his bachelor party, huh?" Josh spoke in a clear, promising voice as he made his way across the floor to Tyler. "At a male strip bar?"
"He's a very open person!" Mark yells from his place at the table. Tyler wants to kill him.
"I can see that much." Josh is smirking and Tyler adds him to the list of people he wants to kill. "Came here for one last night of fun, pretty boy?"
"Uh-" Tyler's face is flushed. "Um-"
Josh finally stops in front of Tyler and bends down to whisper in his ear. His teeth brush Tyler's earlobe, and his breath hitches. "Special present for you, baby. What's your name?"
"Ty-Tyler."
"Tyler. Congratulations, Tyler. You've earned yourself a lap dance."
"A-" Tyler is cut off when Josh covers his mouth with his hand. Josh's vest comes off with a roll of his shoulders, and his shirt is unbuttoned within seconds. His chest, exposed and glistening under the lights, is captivated perfectly in Tyler's vision. The tie is lose around his neck.
A song begins to play through the speakers, a popular pop song Tyler could care less about, expect that Josh's hips begin to match the beat and Tyler almost chokes on his own saliva.
Josh's eyes lock Tyler's as his hands undo his belt and tug down his pants, where he steps out of them with ease. His shirt follows, and Josh is left in tight black boxers and a tie. Right as the beat in the song picks up, Josh straddles Tyler and cups his neck, tilting his head backwards.
When Josh begins to grind down on Tyler's lap, Tyler has to focus on the light behind Josh's ear so he doesn't come right there. Josh's mouth is pressed to Tyler's neck, with one hand at the nape of his hair and the other sliding down Tyler's chest.
Mark is whooping behind him, and the crowd is cheering louder than the music, but Josh's steady roll of hipbone against hipbone is louder than anything else. Josh's hand finds a place to rest after toying at Tyler's shirt: it's cupped firmly over Tyler's crotch.
Josh must be able to feel it. The pulsing of Tyler's cock under his hand, the shaking of Tyler's legs. As the song begins to end, Josh slides the back of his shorts down and places Tyler's hands on his ass. His smooth, delectable ass.
"Want to take this someplace more--umph." Tyler had taken an experimental squeeze at Josh. "Private?" Josh's teeth attach to Tyler's earlobe, sucking and pulling as his hips roll into Tyler's.
"Y-Yeah." Tyler can barely speak.
"There's a room in the back. Take your first left." Josh says quietly, his voice almost a growl. His free hand releases Tyler's neck and grabs the pile of ones on the table, sliding them down the front of his shorts. "Free of charge."
Like a flash, he's removed himself from Tyler's lap and is back on stage.
"I gotta--pee." Tyler tells Mark breathlessly. He stumbles to a room in the back, the one he was instructed to go to.
Within minutes, Josh is there. He locks the door and pushes Tyler into a chair.
"You ever been with a boy before?"
"N-No." Tyler manages. "I'm straight."
Josh eyes the tent in Tyler's pants and laughs slightly. "Right." He undoes Tyler's belt, and everything is a whirlwind of heat and lights that overwhelms Tyler until he notices his pants and boxers are around his ankles.
"You have a lucky wife." Josh's grin is feral. "Your cock looks downright delicious." Josh pushes Tyler's shirt up with one hands with pushing his own hair back with the other.
"I n-need--" Tyler's breath hitches. "Can you please--"
Josh licks a stripe up Tyler's dick, from base to tip and looks up at him expectantly. "Can I please what?" He slides his tongue over the head.
"S-Suck it."
"C'mon, baby." Josh blows air into Tyler's slit, and Tyler's hips tighten. "Tell me what you want."
"Suck me off." Tyler commands in the most forceful way possible. "Now."
"There we are."
Josh's grin is dangerous. Tyler knows it too, because the way Josh's lips stretch around his cock is downright illegal. It's wet and weird and so fucking hot.
"Oh, oh, fuck." Tyler groans. "Oh, Josh, AH." His voice is whiny. "D-Deeper." When the tip of Tyler's dick hits the back of Josh's throat, Tyler almost dies. "F-Fuck, so good, s-so good--"
Josh pulls off with a smack and returns his mouth again, slurping and sucking at Tyler's cock like he craves it. His hands, splayed on either side of Tyler's thighs, grip his skin tight.
"I-I'm gonna--" Heat is spreading through Tyler's abdomen and hips. "Josh, I'm g-going to--" Josh opens his eyes and holds Tyler's panicked stare. Tyler can't hold on--he comes, hot and wet, into Josh's mouth. His dick slides out of his mouth with a slick sound as last dribbles of Tyler land on Josh's lips.
It's then that Tyler realizes Josh is still wearing a tie.
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I'm Mark in the beginning.
