playboy | joshler ✓

- twenty six -

Only a few hours left of work, Tyler told himself as he walked to the printer. Just four more hours. Tyler entered the printer room, then walked out just as quickly.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening.

Tyler silently threw a tantrum outside of the printer room, debating whether to go inside or not. He needed to make copies of a certain file, but he could probably hold it off until he left for work. Tyler turned, heading back down the hall, but then stopping. He felt silly for avoiding somebody so much, and fuck if Tyler would swallow his ego for two seconds to avoid somebody, so he turned back and went back to the printer room.

Josh was too occupied with making copies of the file Tyler had given Audrey earlier, so Tyler stood there for a second, trying to think of what to say.

Eventually, he simply cleared his throat and said, "Hey."

Josh jumped, accidentally knocking over a little cup filled with paperclips. All the tiny metal objects tumbled to the ground, spilling and rolling across the carpet.

"Sorry," Tyler said as he hurried forward to help, Josh already crouching down and beginning to pick up the clips.

"It's fine. You scared me." Josh laughed, putting the clips back in the container. "Must be karma."

Tyler laughed briefly, but it was too nervous even to his own ears. He helped along, throwing the clips back into the cup. The two finished fairly quickly, and Tyler stood up first, putting some space between them.

Josh then grabbed the cup and put it back in it's place, turning back to the printer. Tyler moved to a printer on the other side of the room, feeling sweaty and hot. Josh leaned against the counter, arms crossing over his chest, and stared down at the printer as it spat out paper.

When enough copies came out, Josh reached over the printer to try and reach a small pail full of scissors; emphasis on 'try'. Unfortunately, he was too short, and the distance was too long. Josh even stood on his tip-toes, but it was still too far.

Tyler noticed and he hurried over to help. By then, a beautiful idea blossomed in his head. If Josh could be teasing (because Tyler was 110% he was doing this on purpose), then so could Tyler. "Here, I got you."

Setting a hand on Josh's hip, Tyler pressed against him - literally every part of them was touching, from Tyler's chest against Josh's back down to . . . well, every part of them - reaching over the printer to grab the scissors. Josh stiffened beneath him, and Tyler pretended not to notice the blush on Josh's cheeks.

Josh's eyes were wide, and he wasn't moving. Tyler grabbed the scissors, then held them up to Josh. The blue-haired man reached for them, but Tyler pulled his hand back just a little out of Josh's reach. Josh looked up at him, making eye contact.

Tyler smiled, squeezing the other's hipbone. Josh's breath hitched, and he stared up at Tyler with seemingly innocent eyes. All of a sudden, somebody entered the printer room; Josh snatched the scissors from Tyler's hand and took several steps back, instantly cutting through the copies.

Jenna stopped, glancing between the two men. Tyler smiled at her pleasantly, and pushed off the counter.

"Hey, I brought you this." Jenna lifted the coat hanger in her hand which had a new clean suit on it. "I didn't know where your suits were so I brought a new one."

"They're in the fourth closet, fifth shelf over." Josh spoke up. He turned around, and smiled at Jenna. "Kind of hard to find, but once you get past the dress shirts you find the blazers and the slack are below those."

Jenna's eyes narrowed, and she scowled. She turned to look at Tyler, who only gave her an apologetic shrug. The blonde shoved the suit into Tyler's chest, turning and stomping out.

"What's up with her?" Josh raised an eyebrow. He returned to his task. "I'm only trying to help."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "I know what you're doing here, Josh, your little game."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Josh said innocently.

The brunette walked up to Josh, turning him so that he faced Tyler; Tyler set his hands on either side of Josh on the counter, and leaned forward, licking his lips. Josh automatically leaned back just a little, and his eyes were a little wider.

"Don't test me, Josh." He said lowly.

Josh jutted his chin up a little in defiance. "What are you going to do about it, Mr. Joseph?"

Silence stretched between the two, and Tyler suddenly pulled away. He smirked, grabbing the copies off the printer and turning to leave. "Whatever I do, you'll most certainly enjoy it." With that, he walked out.

Josh crossed his arms over his chest, and knew he had to step up his game if he wanted to beat Tyler. Glancing at the clock, Josh grabbed the scissors, along with the copies, and headed back to Audrey's office, devious plans already forming in his head.