cake | joshler

dix.

josh
you'll miss the slice of heaven that i gave to you
last night

I'm pressed against the locked door of a toilet stall in a shitty club. You're running your hands up and down my chest, whispering in my ear.

"Josh... You're so warm."
I grab you by your jacket, crushing our lips together. You haven't changed. You taste the same as always, like chocolate frosting. I bring my arms up around your neck, as you slide yours down to my waist. I'm biting down on your lower lip now. I hear a moan escape from your throat and I know I'm done for. I've missed you more than I thought I had.

I was seated at the bar, drinking. I hated drinking but I was bored and maybe it would stop me from thinking about you.

And then you showed up, sitting yourself down beside me. We both paled, looking at the floor awkwardly. Then you took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. 

You step back and trip over the toilet that sits behind you. We pull away from each other as you yelp, falling onto the (fortunately shut) toilet seat.

"Oh boy." You sigh, running a hand through your brown hair. I sit down in your lap, leaning into your chest.

"I missed you," You admit, so quietly that I barely hear you.
"I love you, Ty." The words escape my mouth. You look at me, eyes widening with shock.
"I- why did you leave then?!" You're getting mad now.
"Why do you think I left, Tyler?" I retort. You go quiet.

|-/

I wake up in my bed, struggling to remember the events of last night. I sit up and know that you were here. I can smell you still. I look at my bedside table where a little note has been left.

It reads;

Josh.
Call me when you wake up.
We have plenty to discuss.
I hope you slept well. I know I did. I've missed sleeping in your warm arms.
I hope you can continue to keep me warm.
- Tyler.