remember that you're mine {joshler}

iv. you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer

Tyler went back to the club again a few days later. He had just reached the bar when the bartender slipped him a napkin. He opened it to find a scrawled note -instructions to go to one of the 'rooms' at the back of the club. 

Tyler looked up at the bartender who simply pointed to a curtained off doorway. At that precise moment, one of the scantily clad performers was leading a gentleman through it. Tyler shuddered but nodded his thanks before heading to the doorway.

Behind the curtain was a long corridor, like everything else, it was deep red with similar red curtained doorways along it.

He had no idea which one he was meant to go into but it didn't matter because he was only half way down the hallway before he heard his name said firmly over the muffled bass of the club music.

He turned around to see Josh crooking a finger for him to follow. Tyler furrowed his brow but complied. 

He was led further down the corridor, through a second employee only corridor and back to the same heavy metal door Tyler had been lead through the first time he'd slept with Josh. Except this time, Michael, the big bodyguard who once escorted him out of the club, was waiting for them. He swiped his keycard to open the door, letting Josh through but stopping Tyler. Michael pushed Tyler's arms out and frisked him, searching for weapons or recording devices. Tyler's phone was the only thing he found and he decided he would hang onto it, Tyler looked at Josh, who simply looked back at him, conveying everything in a single look that said 'deal with it or go home.'Tyler decided not to protest and was finally allowed through the door. 

Once in the familiar hallway, Josh took his hand. His touch was always so gentle when he did that and it made Tyler confused. Why was he always so gentle around the edges, when he wasn't slipping into the dom persona that made Tyler's legs give out, he was always treating him like he was fragile, but why would he care about Tyler? They were enemies right? Tyler was just using him to piss off his dad and Josh was just using him to get off, right? This arrangement was nothing more than hate sex surely, wasn't it?

Tyler himself no longer knew how he wanted those answers to be and that terrified him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, focus on the plan Joseph. He berated himself as Josh pulled him into the interrogation room he'd been pulled in the first time, everything seemed to echo that first night.

His mind was ripped from his reverie, as Josh looked at him hungrily and began stripping him. He pushed his jacket off his shoulders and then grabbed the collar of Tyler's shirt until their lips crashed together, Tyler responded immediately fighting for dominance briefly in the hopes that it would get Josh riled up, it worked as he felt Josh growl in the back of his throat and push Tyler back against the wall. Tyler gasped, which Josh easily swallowed, as his back came roughly into contact with the cool hard surface of the wall. Tyler's hand scratched deliciously at Josh's scalp and he could help but moan at the sensation, his own hands moving to pin Tyler's hips between his own and the wall. He ground his hips immediately feeling Tyler's own crotch push back as a pressure began to build in both of their pants. Josh began unbuckling Tyler's belt and within seconds his trousers were undone. Without breaking the heated kiss still, Josh let Tyler step out of his trousers himself as he made work of the buttons on his shirt. He didn't pull away until Tyler stood before him in his just his boxers, he looked absolutely wrecked, chest heaving lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Josh was no better; his hair was sticking up all over the place his shirt dishevelled. He drank in Tyler's appearance as he felt his cock twitch excitedly, Tyler shrunk under the intensity of it before he remembered himself.

"Miss me?" he replied cockily a smirk forming on his face. Josh flushed for a second and Tyler pretending like him getting caught off guard like that wasn't cute enough to make his heart skip.