one shots ❯ joshler

kisses.

here's a fluffy making out one shot because i love writing these kinds of fics !

where did i go wrong and why did my reads drop from 156 to 53 im sorry i'm a shit writer lol

anyways,

enjoy

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Tyler loved kissing Joshua.

He loved their brief, chaste kisses, stolen right before they went onstage. He loved their deeper kisses after a show, when they were bursting with energy. He loved their fast kisses when Joshua was thrusting into him, both of them panting, both using more teeth than tongue.

The kisses he loved best, however, were their slow ones. The ones where they could take their time, figure out what each other liked best. Tyler was pretty sure he could kiss Joshua forever.

It wasn't even that Joshua was a good kisser (though he really was). It was more that Joshua was a generous kisser. No matter what Tyler wanted to do with his lips, his teeth, his tongue, Joshua had infinite patience in letting Tyler use his mouth. For example, this very afternoon.

The crew was resting up in their designated hotel rooms after a late concert from the night before. They had a few days before they had to be at their next venue, so Mark was giving them a day to themselves to rest and relax before they hit the road again.

When Tyler had awoken around noon, he was unable to remember anything about his dream. Though, knowing that Joshua had been in it turned his limbs to honey. He had walked down the hall, in his pajama bottoms and bare feet, and knocked on the door to Joshua's home room quietly. It had taken a few minutes, but Joshua finally opened the door, only dressed in his boxers with his hair disheveled the way it did only when Joshua first awoke or spent the day in bed.

"Hey Ty," Joshua had greeted Tyler softly. Everything about today felt quiet, and Tyler was glad that Joshua felt that way too.

"Hi, Joshy," Tyler answered, giving Joshua a big smile.

Joshua returned the smile, and stepped aside to let Tyler into his tenement. Tyler crossed the suite without waiting for Joshua, stopping beside the bed to close Joshua's laptop and place it on the bedside table. He then arranged himself on top of Joshua's covers, pulling a pillow close and tucking it under his head.

Joshua came over and mimicked Tyler's pose so that they were facing each other, faces pillowed up off of the bed.

"Did you just wake up?" Joshua inquired.

"Mhm," Tyler responded, his brain feeling just as honey-like as his limbs.

Joshua chuckled quietly, just a huff. He loved when Tyler was like this: quiet and supple and cuddly. He loved Tyler when he was being loud and cracking jokes too, but this Tyler was more special; less people saw this version of Tyler, it was almost all his.

Tyler scooted closer to Joshua on the bed, and Joshua shifted to allow Tyler to curve into him. "I had a dream about you last night."

"Was it a good dream?"

Tyler placed a tiny kiss on Joshua's collarbone. "Mhm. I don't remember a lot of it. But I know it was good."