Lover (I Don't Have to Love) // joshler smut [complete]

Suck

Navigating through the narrow hallway again, Tyler could feel his companion's eyes on his ass. He felt oddly self-conscious. He slid into the cramped dressing room and the door clicked shut behind him. He'd barely turned around before the boy was backing him up against the wall, nearly toppling over a chair in the process. He slid his knee between Tyler's legs and pinned Tyler's hands above his head, immediately going to work kissing and sucking bruises onto his neck.

Slightly taken aback, but not about to complain, Tyler giggled and pushed his hips forward to grind on the redhead's knee. He wasn't used to a hookup taking so much initiative. Usually they were shy and blushing, too scared to really take the reins. He liked being the one in charge, but this was... thrilling.

The boy released his hold on Tyler's wrists and trailed a hand down his chest, catching on the hem of his shirt to lightly tease his fingers along the edge of Tyler's low-slung jeans.

"Not shy are yo— ohhh," Tyler moaned as the man cupped him through his jeans and gave a firm squeeze. He bit Tyler's collarbone lightly.

"Wanna suck you," he breathed into Tyler's ear, then licked and nibbled gently on his earlobe.

"By— by all means," Tyler stuttered. It came out a lot more desperate than he intended, and he heard a muffled chuckle in response. Tyler pulled off the boy's cap as he got on his knees in front of Tyler's crotch and ran his fingers through his red, curled hair. For Tyler, the sight of someone on their knees for him never got old.

He let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eyes as the boy in front of him stroked Tyler's cock lightly through his clothes and kissed his abdomen. It didn't take long for him to get fully hard. "Fucking tease," Tyler whispered. He pressed his hips forward and heard another chuckle.

Finally, he was undoing Tyler's jeans, pulling them down with his boxers in one swift motion. Tyler's cock sprang free and he gasped at the sudden rush of cool air, turning into a moan as a warm, wet mouth closed around the tip and a hand wrapped firmly around his base.

Tyler tightened his grip on the redhead's hair. This guy obviously had some practice and was quickly making Tyler come undone as he worked. "Made for this," Tyler mumbled.

The mouth around his cock hummed in response, making Tyler shudder as the vibration passed through his skin, then pulled off with an exaggerated pop. Tyler whined at the sudden loss of sensation until a large, strong hand began stroking his length and he felt a nose nuzzling against his base. One at a time the redhead took Tyler's balls into his mouth, rolling them against his tongue and sucking gently. Tyler nearly lost it, biting his fist to stifle a moan. A moment later the redhead licked a thick stripe from the base of Tyler's cock to his slit and began sucking him again in earnest. Tyler tried to keep himself from forcing himself in deeper, but couldn't help putting some pressure on the back of the boy's head, and Tyler swore as his cock hit the back of his throat and Tyler heard him gag, feeling his throat contract around him. But he just kept going, somehow even more enthusiastic than before.

A few minutes later, Tyler was writhing, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut as the pressure in his abdomen built.

"Jesus Christ, I'm gonna—"

Then Tyler was coming in the man's mouth, hips jerking.

After a few more soft, gentle sucks the man pulled off, Tyler cradling his head. He looked down into the deep brown eyes and bit his lip at the sight of the man's swollen lips, some spit and cum running down his chin. He noted the nose ring that he'd wondered about earlier.

The man below him rocked back on his heels, smiling. "Good?"

"Fantastic," Tyler breathed. He tucked himself back in and rearranged his clothes, then reached for a bottle of water and a towel, tossing them to the redhead. "Here... sorry, should have warned you sooner."

"All good."

Tyler went about tossing his things into a bag. "What's you name, anyway?" he asked. They'd barely said a word to each other.

The redhead didn't answer, but ran his hand through his hair and replaced his cap. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Dunno." Tyler shrugged. "Probably close to 2am. The club's closing soon, I'm surprised no one's come looking for me."

As if on cue the door burst open, making him jump.

"Dude!" It was Dallon. "Have you seen— oh." He blushed awkwardly and Tyler said a quiet thanks that his bandmate hadn't walked in two minutes prior.

"What's up?" Tyler asked, the picture of innocence.

"Uh," Dallon glanced at Tyler's companion, "been trying to find that kid who was dealing earlier. We're leaving soon though, van's packed. Thanks for helping, by the way. Asshole."

Tyler's face reddened. "Sorry, we— I was—"

"Busy, yeah." Dallon finished for him. "Anyway, you coming or not? We'll score if I can find that fucking kid. He said to meet him back by..."

Tyler had stopped listening. He was watching the redhead, who was standing off to the side, suddenly extremely interested in his nail beds. He looked up into Tyler's eyes. "I should go..."

"No! You can— I mean—" Tyler surprised himself at the force of his answer. He turned to Dallon. "I'll figure something out, you guys go."

"Ty, you don't have a car here, what—"

"I said I'll figure something out." Tyler glared.

"Okay, whatever dude." Dallon threw up his hands and backed out of the room.

Tyler turned to the redhead, who looked extremely uncomfortable. "Sorry about him. Do you, uh... you want to get out of here? My place isn't far. We can take the train. I'll catch up with the guys in the morning."

The man seemed surprised, but grinned and nodded.

Tyler swung his bag over his shoulder, flicked the lights, and made his way to the club's side exit, his companion following close behind.

Soon they were down the block at the station, leaning against the barrier that kept people from falling onto the tracks. It was quiet, but a comfortable silence. Tyler felt relaxed, moreso than he'd felt in a long time.

He looked up from the tracks to find the redhead staring at him, a crooked smile on his face. The boy blushed and turned away. Tyler grinned, turned his back to the barrier, and pulled the redhead onto his chest.

"You're cute," he whispered. Then Tyler was kissing him, one hand on the back of his neck pulling him in close, the other lazily drawing circles on the man's forearm with his thumb. The kiss grew more heated and their tongues clashed, and Tyler felt the man pushing his hips against his own, pressing hard against his jeans, trying to get some relief.

Tyler wasn't a kisser. He certainly wasn't one to make out with someone he just met, whether they'd sucked him off or not. But here he was, grinning and humming as the redhead took control of the kiss and nibbled on Tyler's lip, his hands everywhere.

After a few moments, the train pulled in, and they parted hesitantly, taking seats across from each other.

The fuck am I doing? Tyler cursed himself, fiddling with his phone. Bringing someone home? Making out? He didn't do this.

I should have just let him leave and gone with Dallon. How many people have I screwed around with after shows, dozens? How many have been this guy before? And I never take them home. Never.

"It's Josh, by the way," a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Tyler startled, looking up. "What?"

"Josh. My name is Josh."

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