We woke up later that day around three and basked in each other's presence. April was purring and the soft hum of the heater served as background noise.
We eventually watched tv and I moved to his couch to get a better view.
I wasn't watching the tv. I was only thinking of him. My thoughts were drowning me when I said it.
"Josh. I was wondering if I could uh, hold your hand?" I was staring at the tv scared of looking him in the eyes. Like the gentle soil brown orbs would swallow me up like a grave.
He turned his head to look at me and I took the chance of looking at him. I turned and saw his lips, so close to mine. I remember how they felt the day I was as bold as a lion. I miss them but I know I can't rush this.
He stutters a bit and stares at something behind me. "I would like that."
I smile and look at our hands and tentatively slide me to his. Our hands meet and lace together. His are a bit larger but mine are longer. I squeeze his hands and look back up at him. An adorable grin is decorating his face. I smile back and look at the tv. The electric screen suddenly seems like the most boring thing in the world compared to his face.
Our hands are getting slightly sweaty from being pressed together but I don't mind.
"I was thinking of going to the art studio today. Did you want to come with? Like with me?" God who else would he go with? Way to go, Tyler.
I look at him and he looks at me, "Yeah, that sounds good. You can use my art supplies."
"Oh okay." Our conversations are a bit awkward, but I'm sure we'll warm up to each other.
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We ride in my car to the art studio and spend an hour there. It's pretty uneventful. Mr. Davis is entering the painting of me into an art fair. Great. Everyone can see my junk. The only one I want seeing my dick is Josh. And even then.
On the drive home, Josh and I hold hands again. It feels nice to have someone. I've never really had friends or whatever Josh and I have.
I focus on driving and eventually get Josh to his apartment. The sun was starting to go down so I walked Josh to his door to make sure he got there safely. He was just about to go in when he turned around and took a step toward me. "Tyler, thank you for being here. I really appreciate it. No one has ever really stayed." He quickly looks down.
I take a step forward. "Anytime Josh, just call me." He steps closer to me and looks up at me. I look down at him and pull my hands up to his face. "Is this alright?" I whisper.
"Yes." He leans up and closes the gap. God, his lips are addictive. My want for his mouth is filled after going only a few days without his kiss. I pull his face closer to mine and move my lips against his. He presses his chest against mine and reaches a hand up to my face. He pulls my head against his with mutual want. We pull away to catch our breath. Swollen lips and gasps of air.
"Do you want to, come in?" He breathlessly asks. I quickly nod my head. He drops his hands from my face and walks into the apartment I've spent the last day and night in. I follow him to his bedroom and watch as he turns around to me. I lean in again.
Wait. Is this actually happening. Holy fuck okay. We make out for awhile until I start to plant kisses down his neck. He moans quietly and I feel a check point sound go off in my head. Make Josh moan. Check.
I very gently push Josh onto the white bed duvet. I fall down with him onto the bed and hold myself above him with both my arms. "Is this okay with you?" I ask gesturing to the current situation.
He nods buts it's not enough. I need to hear him say it's okay. "Tell me if you're okay with this. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to."
"I really do Tyler. I want you." His lips are swollen as he breathes out the words. His chest is rising rhythmically.
"Okay" I say and go back to kissing him. I'm sucking the skin of his neck and running my tongue over it. I pull back and see his eyes closed and the plum marks on his neck. I decide it's enough and work on getting my shirt over my head. He opens his eyes and runs his hands over the smooth tattooed skin on my chest. He sees me watching him and quickly pulls his hand away, blushing.
I smile at him and reach for the hem of his black sweater. "May I?"
He nods quickly and sits up so its easier. When I get it off he instantly uses his hands to cover his chest. I don't say anything about it to not draw attention to it and go back to kissing him. My hands reach down to his jeans and his breath hitches. He pulls back from the kiss and says, "Wait. Can we just kiss for now?"
I smile and retract my hands from his zipper, "Of course, Josh."
I move up to his face again and kiss him passionately. His head is pushed into the bed by mine and I reach down to hold his hand. I rub circles into the top of his hand and push my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues danced together. My mind wanders to the thought of two tongues waltzing and I laugh into the kiss. At this, Josh laughs too. Soon enough, we're both rolling around on his bed, shirtless and laughing at nothing in particular.
I don't know what the hell is going on but it's the best thing to happen to me this week. Well, next to the kissing and hand holding and basically every moment spent with Josh.
Our giggle fit ends and we're left with each other on his bed. I look over at him. His eyes are watering slightly from the laughing and his chest is rising more than when we were kissing. I reach my hand over to his and grasp it.
I think I'm falling for him.
