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(SMUT)Months- MiniCat

A/N: SMUT WARNING

Finally I've done the MiniCat requested so long ago.

For: @SPARKYLADD

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The alcohol blurred Tyler's vision. At that point he knew he drank too much. He didn't care. Anything to wash away the pain. Months ago, Kelly had left him, even taking the dogs. Months ago, he realized he was, in fact, gay. Months ago, his best friend was there for him more than anyone else. Months ago, he fell.

"Tyler, no more." The soft, unexplainable accent whispered in his ear. Without hesitation, he put the tequila shot down. He watched as a pair of hands, Craig's hands, handed over a wad of cash to the bartender before firmly gripping Tyler's bicep. Tyler let Craig guide him up and out of the sleazy bar, into the passenger seat of Tyler's corvette. "Do you have your keys?"

"Y-yeah.." he drunkenly slurred, fishing his keys out of his pocket. Craig took them and started the car. He noticed Tyler wasn't buckled, and he took a moment to lean across and buckle Tyler's seatbelt before his own. Tyler mumbled a soft, slurred "thank you" before his eyes fluttered shut. When they arrived at Tyler's house, Craig struggled getting him out of the car and to the front door. Once the door was open, Tyler nearly toppled into a nearby wall. Craig was quick to run in front of him and steady his tall frame.

"Okay, Tyler, listen close." Craig sighed. He knew the only way to do this was slow and steady. Craig took both of Tyler's hands and kept eye contact. "Just take one step at a time, okay? I've got you." Tyler nodded, watching Craig's lips move and listening to his caring voice. The only reason Craig was being so cautious was because Tyler had hurt himself countless times before, stumbling through his house drunk. Usually resulting in some sort of concussion or bruised bone. "Just one at a time, Ty." Tyler smiled. Even in his drunken state, his heart pounded at the shortening of his name.

"J-jus' one." Tyler mumbled to himself, taking a shaky step forward. Craig squeezed his hands, assuring him he was still there. Tyler watched the floor, seeing Craig's feet take a step away, their hands still clasped. Tyler knew in his mind that the closer his feet were to Craig's, the closer he was to Craig, and that's where he wanted to be. So for every step back that Craig took, Tyler took a shaky step forward. No matter how exhausted his limbs were. His body wanted to pass out right where he stood. But his heart wanted Craig to smile, and be proud of him for being careful. So he pushed himself with each step.

Finally, Craig sat on the couch. Tyler collapsed beside him, nuzzling into Craig's stomach as he held his arms tight around Craig's torso. Craig didn't mind, knowing Tyler was drunk and coping. It made him happy that Tyler found comfort in him.

Tyler woke up the next morning snuggled to something warm. He blushed when he realized he was latched on to Craig's waist, his head resting on Craig's stomach. Craig was sleeping soundly, one of his arms on Tyler's, the other behind his head. Looking around without getting up, Tyler spotted a bottle of Advil and a glass of water on the coffee table. He thanked Mini in his head before reaching over and gulping down two of the pills. He set the water back down, allowing himself to curl closer to Mini. A few minutes passed, and Tyler felt a hand in his short hair. He kept his eyes closed, because he didn't want to startle Craig.

"I hate seeing you like this." Craig whispered. Tyler's stomach churned. "You're my best friend, my everything. I'm so fucking in love with you. I hate watching you destroy yourself. Please, Tyler.. please be okay.." Tyler felt his heart break listening to Craig choke back sobs. Eventually, Craig cried himself back to sleep and Tyler sighed. He was happy to know Craig felt the same, but he hated that he drug his friend through all of this.

As time passed, Tyler felt himself absentmindedly roaming Craig's body with his eyes and hand. He trailed his fingertips across the smooth skin of Craig's stomach. He ran his hand up and down Craig's thigh. Craig's fingers gripped his hair, and Tyler froze. For a moment, Tyler thought Craig was awake, but soft snores confirmed he wasn't. So Tyler continued. He bit his lip when he saw the bulge in Craig's jeans. Cautiously, he ran his fingertips against it before resting his palm there. Craig's legs twitched in his sleep, and he hummed before he began to snore again.

Tyler didn't know why he was doing this, but he was turned on beyond belief. He gently started to rock his hand against the bulge. Smirking to himself, he watched Craig's legs kick slightly. He went harder, squeezing every so often.

"Ah-hh." He heard Craig moan softly. Tyler looked up, smiling as Craig's eyes fluttered open. Craig was blushing profusely. Tyler kept eye contact as he continued, rubbing his hand hard and fast against Craig's hard on, causing a great friction that made Craig's back arch from the couch. Tyler moved his body up, hovering over Craig as he rubbed him. Craig felt like his dick was on fire from the friction, and his jaw hung open.

"You always take such good care of me." Tyler whispered in his ear. "I heard you this morning Craig, and I love you too." Craig's body convulsed, his toes curling as his legs kicked and his eyes lulled back, and Tyler knew he had released. Craig pulled Tyler's face down, kissing him deeply as he thrust into Tyler's hand that still rested on his crotch. "So needy." Tyler chuckled in a husky voice. Craig whimpered.

Clothes were shed, the living room quickly filling with a hot steam and loud moans. Tyler sat up with his back against the couch. Craig was on his lap, his back against Tyler's chest as he ground his ass on Tyler's hard cock.

"Craiggggg..." Tyler moaned, trying to catch his breath. "I don't have-"

"Fuck me raw, Tyler!" Craig gasped out. Tyler was unbelievably turned on by the needy, horny male in his lap, begging to be fucked. Without hesitation, he lifted Craig and slammed him back down onto his erect cock. Craig let out a string of curses, feeling Tyler's wide girth throbbing inside him. He laid his head back on Tyler's shoulder, his chest heaving.

"You're so tight, Craig. Oh fuck!" Tyler shouted as Craig started to bounce on his aching dick. Craig was screaming profanities mixed with Tyler's name, and Tyler had no idea he could be so loud. He loved it. He stood, bending Craig over the coffee table and slamming into him.

"Oh fuckkkk! Tylerrrrr!!" Craig was a sweaty mess, barely able to hold himself up on the coffee table as Tyler fucked him. "Harder!" No matter how hard Tyler was going, Craig wanted more. He needed every inch of Tyler deep inside him. Craig's jaw hung open as his body rocked with Tyler's hard thrusts. It had never felt so good to either men.

"Let the neighbors know, Craig." Tyler huffed out. "Let the neighbors know who makes you feel this way!" Tyler's words only turned Craig on more.

"Oh Tyler!! Yes Tyler!! Yes-nghh." Craig screamed out, falling into another string of curses as Tyler pounded relentlessly into him, hitting his prostate every time. Tyler's hand grasped Craig's leaking cock, jerking him fast and hard. Craig's body shook and trembled as he let out his final scream, releasing on the table. Tyler shouted profanities as Craig's walls clenched around him, causing him to spill his seed deep inside him. Tyler slowed his thrusts before pulling out and pulling Craig over onto the couch. Craig weakly collapsed on his chest.

"I never knew you'd be the type to like it rough." Tyler joked after he regained his breath. His fingers pushed through Craig's sweaty hair. Craig blushed.

"I've wanted this for months."