Drive|| Joshler

Prologue

"We've got a pulse."

"Atta boy, Tyler."

   The room was quiet, save for a soft snore. It belonged to Josh. His head was on the side of the bed that I laid in, his hand holding mine. I removed it and carded my hand through his purple hair. He gasped and sat up, immediately kissing me. I laughed against his lips and kissed him back lovingly.

"I thought you weren't gonna make it baby boy," he whispered against my lips, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Way to have some faith in me, Josh," I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm gonna get the doctor, okay?" he chuckled, kissing my glabella.

The doctor came in with a satisfied smile, telling me to take off the NC. I did.

Is this what the hospital smelled like without oxygen running through your nose or a sickness in your lungs?

"You're one of the lucky ones, Tyler. Not many people can undergo a lung transplant. Most patients die from their body rejecting the lungs," my doctor said softly, squeezing my shoulder, "should I get the parents?"

"Yes," I smiled.

My parents and siblings all came in, Brendon was the new one in the group. His eyes were watery and hopeful, just like everyone else. He let something between and sob and laugh escape when he saw that I was without the machinery, only hooked up to a heart monitor.

"Hey bud," he laughed and came over to hug me, kissing my temple, then going to hug Josh.

"Everything's good now," I said under my breath, smiling at the lot.

   A year and a half later, I stood on a stand, both basketball scholarship and high school diploma in hand. Josh had managed to graduate with me, doing a shit ton of summer school got him to graduate with the rest of the seniors. I lived for the smiles he gave on days like these. There were speeches, some good some bad, and finally, we all threw our hats.

Brendon invited us over to his apartment he'd gotten a month before graduation, only to find no one there. A small note sat next to a gift bag.

Have fun ;) You've got 12 hours until I need my room back, though. Wash the sheets, please.

I laughed loudly and took the contents of the bag out.

"Oh good God this is unholy," Josh laughed, "how kinky does he think we are?"

"Oh, he knows," I said, twirling the red silk scarves around in my hands.

"How does he know your lingerie size?"

"I've known Bren for quite some time," I laughed, "I'll be back."

In the bathroom, I stripped down and examined the fabric. Soft, black lace. The bottoms were panties, a skirt covering the top and a small little bow adorning the top where it'd meet the beginning of my pelvis. Thigh garters that turned to stockings connected to the skirt by simple unhookable strings. The top was a loose transparent blouse with string straps.

I didn't say anything when I walked out, my face was on fire.

"Oh, holy fuck, Tyler," Josh nearly moaned.

"I'm gonna take it off now," I spun around and started walking back toward the bathroom, only to be shoved against a wall.

"Good God, don't," he whispered a moan in my ear, "we can actually have sex this time, no interruptions and not just sucking each other off, Tyler. I'm using all the time we have, kid."