Crestfallen :ONE:

one

He hums as he walks back to the bunks, the title screen for The Little Mermaid is on the T.V. behind him. Hopefully Tyler isn't asleep, they'd hardly spent any time together. As he enters he begins to call softly.

"Tyler."

There's no response, just a slight shuffling of fabric. He moves closer to Ty's bunk, saying his name a bit louder. "Tyler. Ty, are you asleep?"

"N-no. But I'm trying to be. Leave me alone."

Josh frowns and pauses briefly. He lifts his hand to the curtain, wrapping his fingers around the edge and gently pulling it back.

Everything, except drumming, Josh did was gentle. He was gentle. From the tips of his light pink hair to the bottoms of his lilac socks. But he wasn't just gentle. He was innocent, and so when he pulls the curtain back he almost screams.

Tyler's breathing is harsh, a tan hand is wrapped around his dick, which is flushed a bright red. "Josh! What the heck?"

His hands meet his reddened face quickly, covering his eyes as he turns his body away. When he speaks his voice is barely above a sqeak. "I'm sorry."

"Nah, man, it's fine, just- ah, holy crap!"

Josh almost screams. It's a foreign concept to him, as it would be to most, that Tyler may have continued to jack off, despite having been caught and Josh standing right there.

He stands there for another thirty seconds or so before Tyler begins making absolutely obscene noises. Little moans and whimpers and pants and Josh can hear the way he's biting his lip. Josh can visualize the way Tyler's chest is rising and falling, expanding with each shallow breath.

He wants to rush out of here but his feet feel too much like lead and his brain is buzzing and Tyler is right behind him and he can hear the movements of his hand. He's fairly certain that his hearing had become hypersensitive because he's never been able to hear this well before.

"T-tyler..."

Josh blushes a nice shad of red when Tyler just moans in response. "Tyler." Another moan, accompanied by soft panting. "Tyler." More panting.

He shifts his weight and whimpers, wringing his hands while he thinks. Once the decision is made his stomach turns and he breaks out in a light sweat. He turns around and the curtain is still open, Tyler is peering up at him, mouth ajar, lips wet with saliva. He takes a step forward. It's taking eveything he's got to turn around and run out. He's certain the airy feeling in his stomach could combat the lead feet any day.

Tyler's eyes are barely half-lidded.

Josh leans forward enough so that he can comfortably set his hand over Tyler's. He swallows thickly when Tyler moans and cants his hips up. Josh pinches at the skin on his hand until Tyler gets the idea and removes it.

When his hand finally slots over the skin of Tyler's length he nearly cries. He's not sure why but everything is overwhelming him right now. His arm is hovering over Tyler's legs. He wants to run his fingertips down his chest. He wants to feel tanned skin sticking to his palm.

So he does it. Tyler shudders beneath his hand. His fingers ghost over the skin stretched over his ribs before moving up to trace over his tattoos. His right hand is moving slowly, Tyler may have been close before but now he's about to cry.

Josh's pace is so agonizingly slow, but oh so fantastic. His back arches off of the sheets and Josh's eyes go wide. His pale fingers are skimming over Tyler's nipples. Tyler thrusts up into his hand and moans loudly. A few more thrusts on Tyler's part and Josh is burying himself in Tyler's neck.