Fear Will Lose // twenty one pilots // Joshler

Chapter 15

"Morning sunshine," Josh said with a smile as Tyler woke up.

He'd been awake himself for a while again, but chose to stay in bed rather than retreat to his usual early-hour dining room routine.

Tyler grumbled and rubbed his face before propping himself upright to match Josh.

As he put his weight on his arms he winced, but Josh decided not to call him up on it. He was thankful that Tyler had agreed to keep the bandage on his dressing for this long and didn't want to mention the wound out of concern of jeopardising that.

"Morning," Tyler replied, his voice deep and soft.
"I'll give you a minute to properly wake up, then I want to talk to you about today." Josh told his half-asleep husband.

Tyler yawned and Josh passed him a glass of water that he had got earlier; a few seconds later and Tyler had taken his medication and emptied the entire glass, smacking his lips once he finished.

"Thanks,"
"That's okay, right, so I thought that today we could have a day just for us. I'm gonna take the day off work, and you can take the day off clinic, and we can do whatever the hell we want. Just a chance to relax and recollect after a hectic week or two."
"Can we build a fort?" Tyler asked innocently, excitement evident in his eyes.
"Yes, absolutely we can build a fort, that sounds awesome." Josh said smiling.
"Sounds sick," Tyler corrected with a laugh.

"Humankind have constructed defensive works for thousands of years, in a variety of increasingly complex designs. From very early history to modern times, walls have been a necessity for cities to survive in an ever changing world of invasion and conquest." Tyler began his speech, standing on the armchair with his hands on his hips like a leader addressing an army.

He struggled to stifle his giggles and Josh was already overcome by a fit of laughter.

"In spite of this, no mortal has yet cracked the perfect design for a blanket fort. Well that changes today. In the Dun-Joseph living room, December 4th 2015, history will be made." And with that, he jumped off the chair and into a pile of cushions they had raided from around the house.

"How inspiring," Josh laughed as he offered Tyler his hand and pulled him up.
"Shut up. I'm the brains of this operation,"
"Does that make me the brawn?"
"Exactly, you can finally put those pecs to good use." Tyler teased, pushing Josh's chest with his hand.

He then curled his fingers around the fabric of Josh's T-shirt and pulled him close until their bodies were only a few centimetres apart. Josh rested his arms around Tyler's waist and Tyler wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, causing their foreheads to connect.

Despite being in a relationship with Tyler for near a decade, he still felt butterflies as they stared into each other's eyes.

Josh felt himself smiling like an idiot as Tyler's eyes dropped to Josh's lips.

"Josh," Tyler said slow and deep,
"Yeah," Josh answered, having to fight the urge to kiss him.
"Get to work," he quickly joked, laughing at Josh's obvious disappointment as he pushed him away playfully.

"Bully," Josh sulked.
"Naw Jishwa, come back," Tyler smiled then the next thing Josh knew, he had slammed his lips to his and nearly knocked all the wind from his lungs.

He hardly had a moment to react before Tyler pressed his tongue to the seam of Josh's lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth. They moved in perfect sync, knowing exactly what the other craved. Josh ignored his growing desperation for breath, not wanting the moment the end.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and tore his lips from Tyler's. Tyler laughed a little as Josh caught his breath.

"Not bad," Josh told him with a grin.
"Not bad? I can do better than that, let's try again." Tyler said and pressed his lips against Josh's.