I Constantly Thank God for Esteban(P!ATD, TOP, & FOB Brallon, Peterick, Joshler)

Romantic as Fuck

Tyler stood at the register of taco bell, his shift had begun mere minutes ago and already he just wanted to go home. 

The thing was that the Taco Bell he worked at was combined with a gas station, meaning, Tyler had to deal with the combined weirdo who stumbles into the place. If he had a penny for every time he had to ask a cracked out lotterer to buy something or leave, or clean up runny diarrhea smeared on the bathroom walls, he would have at least enough money to buy the whole entire Taco Bell Menu.

Today wasn't busy, it never was at 7am in the morning. No stoner stayed up late enough and no adult woke up early enough to bother  coming in and buying one of their breakfast burritos. Tyler stared at the cashier of the gas station part of the building. The only perk of this job was that Josh happened to work at the gas station portion. Josh was busy checking out an old women, his elbow propped on the counter his hand holding his head as she counted out penneys. He looked at Tyler and rolled his eyes in frustration.Tyler gave him a sympathetic smile as he cleaned the taco bell counter. Tyler wondered whether or not his boss would notice how many breakfast burritos he ate. He was allowed 1 per shift but usually sneaked several more. His record was 8 burritos in one shift, karma however, was a bitch, and the shits he got after that escapade was ungodly.

Josh was ready to pull out his hair, the old lady was legitimately using only penneys. "Kill Me" he mouthed at Tyler. Tyler put up one of his fists turning it into a gun and pretended to shoot Josh. 

Tyler stood awkwardly and aimlessly as no one entered the Taco Bell. A few customers had gone through the drive through but his other coworker, Melanie, had handled it by herself. 

Tyler had eaten 4 burritos, it was only 8am. Josh walked over to Tyler, he was on his break. 

"What up boy." Josh leaned on the counter.

"Nothing, I'm bored tearless." Tyler gave him a small smile.

"I know what we can do to fix that boredom."Josh gave a sleazy smile.

Tyler raised his eyebrow.

"I need to use the restroom, would you care to join me?" Josh gave a shit eating grin.

"Josh I'm working."

"No one will miss you for 10 minutes it's dead." Josh motioned to the empty tables.

"We could get in trouble."

"That is half the fun. I mean when is the last time you broke a rule?"

Tyler crossed his arm in thought.

"Okay, but only 10 minutes. Also I just ate too many burritos so you know what should probably not happen." Tyler mumbled, blushing.

"Yes!" Josh gleamed.

"Let me go tell Melanie I'm using the bathroom."

"I'll meet you in there."

Tyler left Josh and went into the back into the kitchen. Melanie stood fixing one of her bunny hair clips on her little top buns. 

"Hey I gotta go use the restroom."

"Too many burritos? Okay, I'll cover for you." She smiled.

"Thanks." Tyler smiled back.

He hurried back out into the open and entered the men's bathroom.

"Yo." Tyler nervously said.

"In the handicap stall." Josh voice shouted.

Tyler walked to the stall, dodging pee puddles. He opened the door, Josh surprised kissed him. Josh pinned Tyler against the stall wall.

The began to make out as Josh fumbled with Tyler's belt buckle, the only time Tyler wore a belt was at work when he had to wear khakis instead of skinny jeans and  gym shorts. 

Josh was successful in his escapades and he shoved his hand down Tyler's boxers.

Tyler made a sort of squeak at the touch, he let his eyes closed, a few moans escaped mouth. He decided it was courteous to return the favor and shoved his hand down Josh's pants.

Nothing more romantic than sloppy handjobs in the restroom of a gas station Taco Bell hybrid.

Tyler thought to progress the act, he got down on his knees, thanking  god that he wasn't kneeling in pee. Tyler made himself busy, one of Josh's hands grabbed a tuft of Tyler's hair and then other was keeping his mouth shut. The last thing they wanted was for someone in taco bell eating their shitty breakfast to hear Josh's sex noises.

"Tyler, Josh?" A person's voice asked.

Tyler froze in horror, his eyes glanced over to find his and Josh's boss, Mr. Hoppus, staring at Tyler's dickfilled face in shock. 

Josh had forgotten to close and lock the door. 

"Heeeeeyyyy." Josh mumbled.

Tyler removed his mouth off of Josh's dick and they both hastily put their junk back into their pants.

The boys were the color of ketchup. 

"You are both fired." Hoppus blurted.

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"I think I'm going to murder you, I'm not the violent type but I think you deserve it." Tyler said as he and Josh walked home. They were escorted off the premises and were banned from the establishment.  

Tyler walked fast, Josh tried to keep up, walking behind him like a puppy who just got in trouble for peeing on the carpet.

"Can you overdose on advil? If so, that's what I'm doing tonight." Tyler had begun to cry.

"Tyler. Gangster's don't cry." Josh put his hand on Tyler's shoulder, stopping the angry baby in his tracks.

"What am I supposed to do now Josh? What am I gonna tell my parents when they ask why I have no job? Oh mommy you see I was giving Josh a bj in the dirty work restroom when Mr. Hoppus walked in to see a dick in my mouth. Woops."

"Don't tell them."

"They are gonna ask me when I need to ask for money." Tyler stated.

"You won't need to ask. You'll join the group."

"I am gonna kill you." 

"Well would you rather join or been seen as a prostitute by your parents?" Josh raised an eyebrow in question.

Tyler frowned.

"Fine I'll join but I'm still gonna kill you." Even when mad Tyler still sounded meek.

"Okay, sounds like a cool date idea." Josh smiled.

This made Tyler break into a smile which he quickly tried to cover with a frown again before Josh saw. Josh saw it.

"I hate you."

An: 

Wow no urie in this chapter (do you like the less urie or do you like more urie?)

Sorry for taking too long to update, I've not been lazy I've been really busy and haven't been home that much to write. 

Love,

Tobey aka the one that's outta the band.