PLATONIC🌺⌠J.T⌡

iv

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JOSH AWOKE TO a weight on his back and a giggling in his ear. He bit back a smile and continued pretending he was asleep. Letting out a sudden, incredibly loud, and fake snore Josh relished in tyler's sudden burst of giggles. The brunette began to bounce on Josh's lower back, Josh trying—and failing—to ignore the feeling of frill rubbing against his skin.

Suddenly, Josh flipped over, now laying on his back on top of Tyler. The younger let out a squeal, slapping at Josh's shoulders.

"B-bear! You're squishin' me!" he laughed out, wriggling underneath Josh. The older let out another obnoxiously loud snore before rolling onto his stomach and trapping Tyler under his arms. The shorter boy continued with his plethora of laughter, poking at the elder's pectorals. Josh gave a dramatic yawn before blinking and letting out a mock gasp.

"Peach? What're y'doin' here?"

The heavenly giggle that slipped through Tyler's lips tickled Josh's inner ear, his heart swelling at the knowledge that he was the cause of that angelic sound. The elder stared lovingly at the boy spread out underneath him, dressed in only velvety, frilled, cobalt panties and a plain, white t-shirt. The shirt was far too big for the younger, as it was actually Josh's shirt, and it had fallen off of Tyler's right shoulder, exposing his collarbone and the radiant skin of his neck. His dimples shown proudly on his cherry cheeks and his irregular set of teeth gave his bright smile a beautifully flawed shine. Josh found the boy overwhelmingly stunning.

"You're silly, bear."

Josh, suddenly realizing that the fabric that clung to his peach's body belonged to him, quirked an eyebrow at the younger.

"Says the one wearin' my shirt; I better be gettin' that back," he said, grinning widely. There was a mischievous glint in Tyler's eyes as he subtly slid his way out from under Josh's arms. The brunette suddenly shoved the older off of his body and into the space next to him, jumping from his place on the mattress.

"Only if y'can catch me first!"

Tyler ran from the room, his laughter spilling over his shoulder and hitting the cotton-candy-colored carpeting of his bedroom.

It took Josh a split second to react, leaping out of the bed with a playful roar and running from the room. Tyler let out a squeal as he heard Josh chase after him, thundering down the stairs and into the den. Tyler's father looked up from his newspaper from where he sat at the kitchen table when he heard the sound of running feet. He was greeted with his son running into the dining room adjacent to the kitchen, Josh not far behind.

"C'mere, y'li'l bugger!" Josh growled playfully, his arms wrapping around the younger and pulling him into the air from behind. Tyler let out a shriek, kicking his feet out and giggling uncontrollably.

Chris exchanged eye contact with his wife sitting across from him at the table. They both had content smiles on their faces, warmed by the displays of love the two boys were engaged in—whether or not they knew it was love.

Josh spun Tyler slightly, the younger still laughing. The taller boy buried his head in his peach's little neck and gnawed at it playfully.

"Now that I caught ya', I get t'eat ya'!" Josh growled, a smile glued to his face as Tyler squealed in his grasp, wriggling around and trying to break free. Josh secretly let the boy escape from his arms and quickly fell to his knees, crying out in mock defeat.

"My precious peach has escaped! Now what am I gonna eat?!" he yelled out, unable to force away the curl of his lips.

"Will french toast do, hun?"

Josh looked up to see Kelly quirking a brow at the two. Tyler let out a tiny giggle and ran back to Josh, clinging to his back. A quiet laugh escaped the older's lips before he stood up, Tyler still latched onto his back.

"Sounds amazin', ma'am—s'long as it's not too much trouble," he stated, tucking his forearms underneath Tyler's calves to hold him in place as he entered the kitchen.

"A'course not, dear. In fact, I already made it earlier this mornin', so there's no trouble at all."

Josh shrugged, thanking Mrs. Joseph even though she insisted she didn't mind. In fact, she rather enjoyed Josh's frequent visits to the Joseph household; her son always seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes, something missing when Josh wasn't present.

The taller boy walked over to a cabinet and pulled out two plates. He grabbed a couple utensils and set the dishes on the table, letting Tyler slide off his back just to have the younger climb into his lap once he took a seat at the table. Chris pushed the plate of french toast already on the table towards the two. Josh pulled the plates over to where he and Tyler sat, watching as the brunette picked a slice from the top of the pile and began nibbling on it.

"Tyler, have some manners and use your fork," his mother sighed. Tyler scowled at her but obeyed, dropping his french toast onto one of the plates and reaching for a fork and knife. Josh chuckled at the younger as he struggled to cut the slice. He reached for one of Tyler's hands and pulled it to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

"How about this, I'll cut your toast and you can go grab the syrup. That sound good?"

Tyler gave a beaming smile and nodded, sliding off of Josh's lap and running to the pantry to grab the aforementioned sugary substance. When he returned, his food was cut into small squares as promised. Tyler plopped back into the older's lap before popping the bottle open and drowning his breakfast in syrup. He then began to munch happily on his french toast, ignoring the glares he received from both of his parents for the overuse of syrup.

Josh let out a chuckle and began to prepare his own french toast, his with much less syrup. Suddenly, there was a dripping piece of french toast in his face.

"Open up, bear!" Tyler giggled, holding his fork out. Josh leaned forward and closed his lips around the food, his hands finding purchase on Tyler's hips. The younger burst into a fit of giggles at the face Josh made, the amount of sugar in the one bite making him cringe. Tyler then turned back to his own breakfast and stabbed another piece, holding it out for Josh once more. The older sighed, but instead of taking a bite, he impaled one of his own pieces and held it out for Tyler.

They bit down on each other's forks, both of their faces screwing up as they adjusted to the opposite's taste.

Agreeing to return to their own breakfasts, they ate in a calming peace, only interrupted by Tyler's occasional giggles when Josh's food failed to cooperate with him.

"Gotcha!" Josh exclaimed, finally nabbing his last piece of french toast with his fork. Just as he brought it to his lips, Tyler leaned over and chomped down on the older's fork. He let out a flabbergasted noise, and Tyler just gave him an innocent smile, chewing and swallowing.

"Y'li'l devil!" Josh gasped, his fingers wriggling against the younger's sides. Tyler let out a squeal, jumping out of Josh's lap to escape his tickling.

"Oh no y'don't! Get back here, peach, I'm not done with ya'!" Josh called out, pushing his chair out and running after the younger for the second time that morning.

If he were to choose, he'd spend every morning for the rest of his life with his pretty, little peach.

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remember not to overwork yourself; everyone needs a break every once in a while just to breathe. eat, drink, sleep, all that good stuff. i love you all dearly.