Intimidation ♡ joshler

eighteen

"Fuck!" Josh screams at the TV, leaping up from the bed as he mercilessly pounds the jump button on his controller.  His character had fallen off the stage, and Josh is desperately trying to get him back up, but he runs out of jumps and falls to his death, "I was looking at your character again!"

"Two Kirbys was probably a bad idea, then," Tyler mumbles to himself, voice inaudible over Josh's fury.  

The timer starts counting down from five as soon as Josh's Kirby respawns, and they both desperately fight the other two CPUs in the little time they had before time is called.

"The winner is—" the announcer calls, and Josh collapses onto the bed with a loud groan, because their team clearly lost this round.

"Wanna take a break?" Tyler asks the over dramatic boy as he glares at the screen with so much passion.

"That's probably a good idea," Josh agrees, putting his controller aside and standing once again.  Tyler follows, and Josh leads the smaller boy downstairs and into the kitchen, "How does pizza sound?"

"Alright."

Josh nods and pulls a basket down from the top of the fridge, and Tyler sits at the kitchen table as Josh searches through its contents.

"So, you've said your birthday's in December?" Josh asks, still rummaging for whatever he's looking for, and Tyler hums an affirmative sound.  "What day?"

"The first," Tyler answers just as Josh pulls a twenty dollar bill from the basket.

"Cute," Josh says as he places it on the counter.  Tyler blushes again, because he highly doubts he was referring to the money—there's nothing cute about Andrew Jackson.

But neither is his birthday being December 1st, and Tyler is confused.

"My birthday is June 18th," Josh exchanges, leaving the room once again.  Tyler stays seated, not sure if he should follow or not, and slips his phone out of his pocket to have something to hold as he waits for the other to return.

His name is being called a few minutes later from somewhere upstairs, so he follows the source of the voice.  He finds Josh in a room that isn't his, seated in front of a computer at a desk.  Josh beckons to him, and Tyler moves to stand behind him, looking past the older boy's shoulder to see the screen.

"What toppings?" Josh asks.

"Doesn't matter," Tyler shrugs.  The other boy turns in his seat to give him a pointed look.

"Do you really not know, or are you trying not to disappoint me?"

And that's a good question paired with a bit of a complicated answer.  Tyler actually doesn't know what he wants, but he does know that he doesn't like cheese pizza, nor does he like pineapples, peppers, and sometimes sausage as toppings.  But, what if Josh wants those things?  

"Uh—both?" Tyler admits with a sheepish smile that leaves Josh chuckling fondly.

"Wanna just get pepperoni?" he offers to the younger boy, who nods his approval.  Josh turns back to the monitor and fills in the rest of the information before confirming his purchase.

"Sick, pizza should be here soon," Josh says as he gets up from the chair, tucking it under the desk before turning to Tyler again, "What do you wanna do?"

Tyler shrugs, just as Josh's phone starts ringing.  The bigger of the two sighs as he fishes the device out of his pocket, and Tyler steps out of the room to give him privacy (despite how curious he is about the conversation to come, since Josh didn't look too pleased when he answered the phone).

So, Tyler sits on Josh's bed, staring at the Super Smash Bros victory screen as he waits for the other once again, who returns in only a few minutes.

"Wanna spend the night?" Josh asks, plopping onto the bed next to Tyler (leaving minimal room between them, not that Tyler minds—except the blush now tinting his cheeks probably makes him look dumb as fuck), "My parents aren't coming home tonight, so I'll be home alone."

Tyler nods, and then he remembers someone Josh once brought up, "Where's your sister?"

A brief silence engulfs them as soon as the question is asked, but it's laced with tension, and Tyler feels that he fucked up by asking unnecessary questions; he's too fucking curious and he needs to keep his fucking mouth shut.

"Uh, she's not gonna be here either," Josh says quietly, pausing for a moment before going back to his usual self, smirking at Tyler. "So, are you alright with sharing a bed with me?"

Tyler doesn't blush, of course not.