∆Little Wanderer∇ Jøshler

Fructifères

"The heart of a man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too."

-Vincent Van Gogh

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Tyler sat in his dimlylit room as his mind seemed to take control. He was in a daze like state as his tongue poked between his teeth and the world seemes to fade away. He wasn't even aware of his actions as his hands alternated between the canvas and palettes.

Multiple hues covered his old white, checkered flannel that hung loosely over his honey toned shoulder; swallowing his small frame. Coalesced swirls of muted pink and golden yellow lay splattered across his cheek, and a small dot of navy blue tried to blend in with the freckles dusting his nose.

The canvas in front of him was brought to life with an array of colors in their glorious independence or by harmonizing in the prettiest of ways against the once pale, blank canvas.

The peace was interrupted as a knock at his door caused him to jump up and run to the door.  The door handle was covered in paint as Tyler twisted the door handle and pulled it open, only to reveal Josh in all of his glory.

The vibrant pink mess on top of his head matched the pink splayed a crossed the younger boy's cheeks and his eyes matched the color covering Tyler's arms.

"Hello, Josh, uhm I wasn't expecting you," Tyler laughs nervously as he glances around at his trashed and paint covered apartment.

"I was just passing by, and thought I'd surprise you," Josh mumbled as his eyes searched the room, finding amazement in the canvases laid out across the room.

"Could you maybe give me a few minutes or so? I'm almost done with it, and I want to finish while it's still fresh in my mind," Tyler mumbled, already heading towards the seat in front of the easel. His hands instinctively grabbing at the round tipped paintbrush sitting on he table beside of him.

His hand easily glided over the surface as he added small details to the work at hand; completely oblivious to the man sitting oh his bed admiring him from a far.

Josh watched as Tyler looked to be at peace as he focused on his art; which looked to be a man with antlers adorning the top of his head. The sun was shining through the large window in front of Tyler's easel; illuminating his soft features.

Josh wasn't sure what compelled him to follow out his actions, but before he knew it he was swiftly standing in front of the small boy; cupping his jaw and looking in to his beautiful, doe eyes. The moment was gentle, and comforting as they searched each other's eyes for something unknown.

Josh just couldn't help himself as he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Tyler's in a slow, gentle manner. Tyler gasped as soft lips covered his own and he dropped the paintbrush in his hand; wrapping a colorful hand in the pink curls at the base of the man's neck.

Their lips stayed locked as Tyler stained Josh's suit and skin with an array of hues ranging from light to dark with his fingertips, as he leans into the older man's embrace. Josh was quick to pull Tyler up to his feet as his hands wrapped around the smaller boy's waist; holding him tight.

"I ruined your suit," Tyler muttered against Josh's lips as he pulled back and kept running his hands through messy, pink curls.

Josh just smirked with a shrug as he pulled Tyler in for another slow, passion filled kiss, "It was worth it."

Tyler's cheeks grew a faint scarlet as he smacked at Josh's chest in the smallest of ways, "shut up."

Josh just chuckled as he trailed kisses across the exposed expanse of Tyler's neck and enjoyed they way Tyler just sighed heavenly above him, and tightened his grip in his hair.

They were a mess of locked lips, heavenly sighs, and colors; they were art.

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A/N
I love you, my lil' spookies💞

👽Stay • Alive💀

-becca🌸