HEART//one shots - joshler

Sneak Into My Veins (Knock Me Out Cold)

"The Staff restroom? Josh-"

"Tyler I swear to god if you don't be quiet, honestly." Josh threatens, fingers grasped tight around Tyler's wrist.

"I'm just worried someone will ask us for passes or something I can't lie for shit J-"

Josh shushes Tyler quickly, before ducking around a corner and pushing him into a large private bathroom.

"Why are we in here?" Tyler asks tapping his foot on the cracked tile, leaning against the heavy wooden door. "If this is about yesterday when I accidentally tripped your girlfriend I'm really sorry I didn't mean to-"

"She's not my girlfriend." Josh snaps, "I just wanna talk okay?"

"What about?" Tyler whispers, revealing fear in his voice.

Josh walks up to tyler looking him up and down, eyebrows furrowed, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You just make me so frustrated. Prancing around in those skirts, like you own the world. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

"W-What do you mean-" Tyler mutters, getting cut off by Josh angrily pressing his lips to Tyler's.

Tyler goes stiff, eyes widening, lips unresponsive, until he relaxes into the kiss. Josh's tongue taps at Tyler's teeth politely asking for permission to deepen it. Tyler sighs when he opens his mouth wider, welcoming Josh's teeth to his otherwise already raw lips.

"Josh, what are you doing? What if someone catches us?" Tyler asks in a small voice, pulling away still clutching onto Josh's biceps.

"No one's gonna catch us." Josh Laughs, hooking a finger under Tyler's sweater, lifting it up slightly to run his hands along Tyler's tummy. "As long as we're quiet."

"Hey stop." Tyler breathes out as Josh's hands trail higher and higher revealing the pink lace waistband of Tyler's panties.

"Holy shit," Josh whispers, stunned but so incredibly turned on, moving his hands all the way up to cup Tyler's jaw, pulling him into another burning kiss.

Josh begins to step backward, white vans scuffing against the bathroom tile, almost tripping over Tyler's approaching floral ones. When Tyler's back hits the wall, Josh slots a leg between Tyler's skirt clad thighs and earns a groan in response.

"Is this okay?" Josh pulls back to ask, immediately attacking Tyler's neck sucking bruises into his rapid pulse.

"Yes yes it's good. So good." Tyler gasps, tilting his head back against the wall and lacing his fingers through Josh's hair.

"Good." Josh says, detaching his raw lips to instead begin to grind his hips in lazy circles against Tyler's. "I've always wanted to do this. Touch you everywhere. Leave my mark on you."

"Yeah?" Tyler whines, squirming under Josh's touch. "I thought you only liked girls."

Josh reaches around to knead Tyler's ass, pulling him impossibly closer to Josh's obscenely tented crotch. "Nah," Josh laughs sighing at the added friction, "I wanted to fuck you the day I first saw you. Looked so pretty in that flowery skirt you wore. Wanted to bend you over every surface in the room."

"Oh god, oh fuck." Tyler moans, digging pink nails into Josh's shoulder blades. "Fuck me pleaseplease god."

"Shit." Josh spits, wasting no time rucking up Tyler's skirt to reveal his thick pale thighs and painfully hard cock, leaking through pink lace. Josh pulls the panties aside gently, collecting as much precome as he can before setting the pace, jerking Tyler off steadily. "You're so pretty. So so pretty, baby."