giving thanks // joshler smut [complete]

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A few hours later, everything that needed to be done in advance had been finished. The potatoes were peeled and cut (with only one minor injury), the beans cleaned, the appetizers and desserts laid out on plates and put back in the fridge to keep fresh. All that was left were things that could be completed when their guests arrived, and fortunately they were bringing some sides along with them, which calmed Josh a great deal.

Tired and messy, Josh had gone upstairs for a shower, leaving Tyler to his own devices with a stern warning not to touch anything. Tyler simply rolled his eyes and pretended to be absorbed in a TV show. But as soon as he heard the water start to run, he moved into action.

The experience with the turkey earlier that morning had given him an idea, and he wanted to surprise Josh and help soothe his nerves before their company came. Tyler ran to the kitchen and cleared the table, laying down some towels he'd snuck from the linen closet earlier. He stripped, tossing his clothes to the side, and grabbed some scissors and the roll of twine Josh had used to tie the turkey with earlier. Standing there naked holding the twine, he paused. Was he really doing this? What if Josh freaked out? They weren't exactly foreign to kinks, but this was over the top, even for them. Fuck it, he thought. Worst-case scenario, we'll have a funny story look back on.

Tyler grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and hopped up onto the table, scooting backwards so he sat in the middle. He cut off a long piece of twine and started wrapping his ankles together in a simple cuff pattern, not too tight, but enough that it would pull when he leaned back with his knees up. Then he poured out a small dollop of the oil on to his palm and rubbed his hands together.

He laid back, slightly awkward thanks to his bound ankles, and settled down on the towel. The oil was warm on his palms and he started to touch himself, running his hands down and across his body. Thinking about Josh coming down soon and seeing him made him start to harden, so he grasped his cock and gave it a few slow strokes, slicking himself up.

Tyler bit his lip and moaned. The oil created a sensation he wasn't used to, and it had him writhing under his own hands in a matter of moments. His cock now flushed, swollen, and shiny, he regretfully let it go, and reached for the twine again.

He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how this would work. He couldn't exactly tie off his own wrists, so he settled for making a sort of figure-eight knot and sliding his hands inside. At least that way they looked bound.

Tyler laid his head back against the towel and grinned, pleased with himself. He heard Josh moving around upstairs. He'd come down any moment. Tyler flexed his hips and lifted his knees to his chest, and the twine rubbed roughly against his skin.

Suddenly, something caught his eye: a shiny red apple he'd accidentally left on the table. Smiling wickedly, he grabbed at it with his semi-bound hands and put it into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Then he settled back again and held on to the twine wrapped around his ankles with the tips of his fingers. It wasn't proper bondage, but it was the best he could do on his own.

He heard Josh coming down the stairs. Perfect timing. He closed his eyes.

Josh came around the corner into the kitchen and froze. 

"Holy shit."

Tyler opened his eyes and turned toward Josh, trying to keep hold of the apple and not laugh. He let out a garbled moan around it.

Josh, after a moment to recover from the shock of seeing his boyfriend naked and tied on the kitchen table, moved toward him and circled, grinning wickedly.

"What's this, then?" he asked. Tyler's eyes were starting to water from biting down on the apple, and some juice was dribbling down his chin. Instead of relieving him right away, Josh ran his fingers along Tyler's calf to his thigh, up past the tattoo where Josh had claimed him. He grazed his fingers along the base of Tyler's strained cock, earning him a whine. He continued his slow movements up Tyler's abdomen to his chest and traced over his tattoos, running a blunt nail across each nipple. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he grabbed Tyler's jaw with a firm hand and turned the boy's face toward his own. Tyler squeaked.