Joshler Oneshots

Last Chance

Description: part two of "best I've ever had". Tyler surprises Josh with a nice evening to apologize for how he treated him. And Josh (being the love sick puppy he is) forgives him. Resulting in cute sleepy sex.

     I get in the car after a long day at work. My bones ache from the hard labor and the lack of motivation to do much of anything besides lay in bed and feel sorry for myself. The idea of loosing Tyler for good is putting me through a slight depression. By permanently pulling the plug on our relationship (as unhealthy and unfair as it was) made me loose all hope that we would ever be together again. 

      I drive down the dark secluded streets. My eyes heavy, the thought of sleep the most evident in my mind. After, what feels like hours, I pull up to my familiar apartment building. I sit in my car for a few minutes, unable to convince myself to drag my body out of the car and up the stairs.

     I trudge slowly and lazily up the stairs before approaching the door. After typing in my code and opening the door I am instantly aware that something is different. My favorite golden dog is right at the door, rubbing himself up against me as a plea for attention. What is strange about this is that I put Lucky inside of his cage when I came home on my lunch break. I always do if I work twelve hours just in case he can't hold it. It's much easier to clean a plastic cage than my cream carpeting. So he shouldn't have been out and about at the house.

     Seeing no other option, I let the door shut behind me and lean down to give Lucky a quick rub. The next thing that registers to me is the smell. Considering, coming into my apartment you are greeted with a small hallway before the living area I can't see out to the other rooms from where I'm currently trapped by a 75 pound golden retriever. However, I smell the unmistakable smell of tomato sauce running through the air.

     Finally, my dog has been given his attention fix and I am permitted to move on. Walking past the short hallway I am met with my living room definitely not the way I left it. The television is on and the coffee table is pushed out of the middle of the room, replaced with a mountain of blankets and pillows.

     Confusion written all over my face as I make my way towards the tasteful smell coming from the kitchen. When I enter I am hardly surprised by what I see. I should have known it was Tyler, he always has the TV on even if he's not watching it for "background noise". The man focuses on the spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce he is making, humming a small tune as he flows around the modest kitchen.

     "Ty what are you doing here?" I question loudly enough to be heard over the television. His gaze snaps to mine, instantly showing the boy with a worried expression. "Oh hi Josh. I didn't hear you come in." he says back, looking down to his hands and picking at the nails. When the man quickly looks up I can see angry colors of purples mixed with reds circling around his eye like a hurricane. He bites his lip, keeping his eyes on my own to gage my reaction. Although I don't know what he's looking for, I'm not an easy person to read.

     "I know you work all day on Saturday's so I came over to let Lucky out of the cage. But while I was here I decided to do something nice for you so I set up a relaxing place to watch TV and made dinner." he mumbles nervously avoiding my gaze. "Dinner is done why don't you go out into the living room and pick something to watch." he suggests in a kind and undemanding tone, pushing forth a fake smile. I don't know why he gives me those convinced they're gonna fool me. I know the difference.

     "Okay" I respond without much emotion, mostly because I am not sure how I am feeling. As I walk out to the living room and lay down on the freshly washed (I assume by Tyler) blankets, I weigh my options. I could stick to my guns and ask him to leave. I know this isn't just a random act of kindness. The man is buttering me up for something. Although, I knew this is a bad idea I am going to listen to what he has to say anyway. I can't help myself when it comes to him. I'm just a love sick puppy.