HEART//one shots - joshler

Dipped In Gold: Part II

Saturday.

From: Josh 12:34

Can I come over

Tyler's eyes widen as he locks his phone and throws it across the room onto a pillow, before walking over and grabbing it immediately.

To: Josh 12:42

It's almost 1am

Tyler gets out of bed, pacing across the carpet next to his bed before collapsing in a heap against his dresser. He hears a sharp buzz and scrambles for his phone. Fucking desperation pouring from his fingertips as he opens the message.

From: Josh 12:45

I'm hard. Ur parents asleep?

Of course.

Tyler whines into his sleeve pulled up over his fist before palming himself gently through his sweatpants. He stifles a gasp, biting the fist still pressed against his lips.

To: Josh 12:52

Of course they r it's 1am r u crazy?

1 minute later.

From: Josh 12:53

I'll be there in 10 :)

Tyler should be mad.

Tyler should be texting Josh furiously, "Don't come over. Don't fucking come over."

But instead,

Tyler walks over to his window, opens it, and waits.

10 minutes later, a pebble hits him smack dab in the middle of his forehead.

Tyler walks over to the window and leans out, hair falling over his reddening forehead, and whisper-shouts to the boy on the lawn.

"My window was open but nice gesture, Romeo."

"Oh," Josh says. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and his hat is on backwards and the moon is reflecting on his eyes and he's grinning so loudly Tyler shushes him audibly.

"Well aren't you coming up?" Tyler asks, annoyance seeping through his words involuntarily.

"Hell yeah gimme a sec." Josh responds, jogging over to the oak tree that grazes the roof outside Tyler's window.

Tyler retreats into his bedroom, quickly striding to the mirror hung against his door. He notices how red his cheeks and ears are and panics, running his fingers through his hair. He would cut it but Josh likes tugging on it and Tyler's always been bad at commitment. Tyler jumps when a heavily breathing Josh thuds onto the floor underneath his window.

Josh stands up straightening out his hat and brushing wavy hair out of his eyes. "Hey."

Tyler breathes out a nervous laugh from where he stands against his bed. "Hey," He responds, voice soft.

"'Been thinking about you," Josh says, digging his hands back into his pockets and glancing at his shoes. "'Been thinking about fucking you." Josh glances back up at Tyler, straightening his back and looking into his eyes.

There's a hint of persuasion in Josh's eyes. Which seems to work as Tyler surges forward grabbing Josh's face with both hands and pulling him into a rough kiss.

Josh starts moving, wrapping his hands around the back of Tyler's thighs making Tyler jump with a gasp and wrap his legs around Josh's hips. He drops Tyler back first onto the bed, grinding his hips into Tyler's.