one shots ❯ joshler

birthday love.

i know i told y'all i wasn't gonna write smut 'cause i'm uncomfy but tmrw is tyler's birthday so i wrote some birthday sex for u all

i can't post it tomorrow 'cause i have my very first chorus christmas concert nd im kinda nervous but knowing that tyler and josh go through the anxiety of playing in front of an audience each night helps me cope so much.

so without further ado,

enjoy my smut that i suffered through writing

(this is unedited, by the way hehe)

♡

They had closed every door, even though they were the only ones in the apartment. They had moved the table and armchairs aside, than pulled out the couch. The lights were turned off, dipping the living room in darkness. Only the white sheets were illuminated by the soft light coming from the window just above the couch. The curtains were pulled aside and the blinds were opened, setting calmness and an odd feeling of romance over them.

The time is quarter to twelve when Tyler sits on the fold-out couch, every movement directed by Joshua. The light from outside makes the droplets of water shine over their skin, makes Joshua's round eyes sparkle like a child's. The heater's working and the room is warm, so it doesn't matter if they're wet and naked. The winter wind howls outside, as frosty snowflakes dance along with it. It's never truly snows in California and the snowflakes' lives are short lived, but their shadows are evident on the floor of the room and Tyler can catch glimpses of them across Joshua's skin, as he presses a knee on the bed between his thighs.

It's love, Tyler thinks, as he stares up at his boyfriend, his lover. It's pure and wild love, the thing they have. And he couldn't imagine living without it.

Fingers and warm palms glide across his arms, up to his shoulders. They set over his neck, thumbs rubbing the wet skin under his jaw, before the same warm palms slide over his cheeks. Joshua's eyes stare deep into his, full of honesty and adoration. No matter how many times they do it, he always seems so happy, so awestruck when he touches him. And Tyler gets cocky of course, grins up him, then smiles fondly, because he simply can't hide the happiness and affection he feels for that perfect person. His own hands move to touch his sides, long fingers teasing just above the edge of the towel Joshua's got wrapped around his waist before moving up to trace the muscles of his stomach.

Neither can look away from each other's eyes. And it's so unnaturally romantic somehow.

Joshua's thumb swipes across his cheek, just under his eye, and Tyler can't help but lean up. Their foreheads meet, a trickle of cooling water runs down from Joshua's damp hair to catch in Tyler's eyelashes. Their lips meet before he has time to blink it away. They move together, setting a languid pace full of love and gentleness. Because tonight is about that. About complete devotion and appreciation that both are there together.

A long and soft moan, almost like a sigh, escapes Tyler and he wraps his arms around Joshua's neck, bringing him closer. They both fall back on the cracking springs of the couch in a fit of snorts and held in laughter, as they try to kiss again, soft and slow. Much like their first time at all, where it was all of laughter and moans, thank you's and I love you's whispered to one another like secrets.

Their lips meet again and the laughter disappears, replaced by gasps and sighs. Tyler doesn't need a reminder to open his lips, neither does Joshua, and it's not long before their tongues meet, slowly sliding against each other. Saliva gathers in their mouths, wets their lips and fills the room with wet noises, accompanied by breathy whines. They break apart for just a moment, to look at each other's now clouded eyes. A warm hand swipes Tyler's wet bangs from his forehead and he smiles when Joshua does, reaching up to dig his fingers into his wet hair. He pulls him down again to resume their kiss, all tongue and saliva, gasps and sweet moans under the light coming from outside.