fanboy ❀ joshler

ten*

a/n: so from now on, if there is some sort of nsfw content on here, the chapter will be marked with a *. also, assume i'm listening to halsey when writing *-marked chapters. enjoy!

Since Friday, all I've been thinking about is the fact that Tyler and I are officially dating. Just the thought makes me blush.

It's Saturday night, or should I say Sunday morning, since it's a peaceful 3 AM, and Tyler and I have been texting nonstop while he's in New York. He gets on the train back at 11 o'clock in the morning, so I don't suspect him to be up. 

That is, until my phone starts vibrating on my bedside table. I roll over reluctantly, but my face brightens when I see it's Tyler.

"Tyler?" I answer quietly into the phone.

"Hi, Josh," Hearing his voice through the speaker makes my heart beat a little bit faster. "Did I wake you?"

I shake my head, even if he can't see me. "No, don't worry about it. The real question is why you're awake, my dear boy." I hear him chuckle weakly.

"I was thinking about you, and I wanted to hear your voice." His voice is a bit raspy, like a smooth concrete road with cracks engraved into it.  

"That's cute, I was thinking about you too." I hum into the receiver. 

There's a silence for a moment, like he's debating something with himself. "What were you thinking?" He suddenly blurts out, but it was very clear that he's trying to get something out of me. So, knowing myself, I go along with it. 

"You want me to be honest?" My voice gets less sleepy and more flirty.

"Of course I do, Josh." I can hear it in his voice as well. He says my name is a whispered tone, which sends shivers down my back.

"I was thinking about our first time. Right in the heat of the moment." I can barely believe that this is coming out of me. I know I can talk to boys, but damn, I've never talked like this before.

Tyler shuffles around a bit, from what I can hear. When things settle down on his end, I can hear his breaths - deep and shaky. "Elaborate on that." His voice is laced with his deep breathes.

"Right when I push you down on the bed, and our bodies collide against each other. Right then. When my lips leave violet hickies from your neck, down your chest and stomach, and stopping right where I would put my mouth around you." I was about to go on, but then I hear a slight moan escape Tyler's lips. He's masturbating. 

"Are you touching yourself to my voice, Tyler Joseph?" No answer. "Answer me. Are you touching yourself?" I ask with a much more stern tone.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes." He pants out, and I find myself already hard from his moans.

Swallowing hard, my hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it slowly. "Without even asking. I'll get you back for that when you come home, baby boy." I try to keep my tone stern, but my voice wavers dues to my touch. 

"Josh, keep talking please. I need you." This is a side of Tyler I would've never even expected to exist.

"Have you fingered yourself before, Tyler?" Increasing my pace, my voice strains, and I let out a groan at the mental image of him.

He lets out a soft moan in agreement, and I continue. "I want you to slip a finger in, and finger yourself while jacking yourself off. Picture it's me, like I was pleasuring my little slut." My brain has completely lost connection to my words, and my lust has completely taken over. 

Tyler cries out, and I can tell he's following my instructions. "That's it," I moan over the phone. "Keep going, say my name." Feeling the known feeling building up in my stomach, I run my hand over myself faster and faster, a harsh moan escaping my lips. 

"Josh! Josh! Oh fuck - Josh!" Hearing Tyler's orgasm as he yells out my name makes me lose it. Cum shoots up, and splatters over my abs. My speed slows down, as I finish myself off. 

His pants fill my ears, and imagining him next to me is so easy. Picturing my arm wrapping around him, and then Tyler falling asleep on my chest.

But, he's in New York, and I just have to clean myself up. 

"Josh, that was so hot." Tyler breathes out, and I chuckle lightly.

"Anything for you, doll. Get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow morning." I grab the tissue box on my bedside table, and begin to wipe up the mess I've made. 

"Goodnight, Josh." 

"Goodnight, Tyler." 

a/n:

see you all in hell :-)

this was the first time i've written anything this sexual, so please don't stone me if it's terrible.