Drowning in you

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Tyler was sitting in the living room of the bus when he witnessed  a miracle. That Miracle was josh in overalls.
The word overalls didn't seem to express how amazing the sight was. Glossy black leather stretching around Josh's lean legs all the way up to his chest where it was pulled taught by his muscular chest. Tyler stared unashamed as josh stroud casually into the room.
"Well damn josh," Tyler croaked, " what's the occasion?"
"Just felt like a change you know." Josh said absentmindedly, for all that he could think about was the way Tyler's pink lips had formed the word " damn" and how he had said it to josh. He blushed bright red.
Tyler noticed the reddish tint to Josh's cheeks and smirked.
" uh," josh cleared his throat, " let's go get ready for the show." Turning around and walking out the door of the bus.
Tyler soon followed, enjoying the effect of the overalls from behind.

The crowd was extra loud that night, Tyler thought it was entirely because of josh. His yellow hair caught in the glow of the ever dancing lights, his arms bulging, bouncing up and down, slamming his sticks into the drums with more force than Tyler had ever seen him play. He looked great, Tyler admitted to himself, feeling guilty, but there was no way to put it any other way. He felt slightly worried, josh had told him many times that when he was nervous he drummed harder, and Tyler wasn't sure how long those drumsticks would last at this rate.

Josh was drumming harder than he usually did. Somehow playing live wasn't as exhilarating as it usually was. The lights were duller, the notes not a pure, like Tyler was singing from far far away. He tried to clear his head by drumming harder, feeling the beat echo through his head, reverberating through his arms, shaking his legs. He pushed away the memories of the night before, banishing them from his head, listening to Tyler scream, and watching him spring around energetically.

Before He knew it it was time for holding onto you, and his backflip. He leaped over his drums nimbly, landing on the stage. He saw Tyler staring and he stared back unafraid. He strutted over to the piano where Tyler was standing, admittedly swaying his hips a little more than usual as he walked toward him. He pulled himself up easily onto the wooden top of the piano, and flipped gracefully, landing effortlessly. He ran back to his drums, looking back at Tyler, and winking at him, his lips curved into a teasing smile.

Tyler was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on the show with josh so near him. He felt the electricity of adrenaline flowing off Josh's leather wrapped body. His eyes gleaming, his chest heaving, his jaw casting a dark shadow across his exposed neck. He couldn't take his eyes off him.
Tyler watched as josh flipped, and saw the wink, which he carefully stored away in his memory so he could remember it later.
Josh was excited for his ride solo. He was excited to be so close to so many people who loved him and supported him. The idea of trusting people to hold him up that he barely knew sent shivers of excitement down his spine. And then there was the fact that Tyler couldn't take his eyes off him. Josh had noticed, and wasn't complaining to say the least.
He jogged to the edge of the stage, and climbed over the barrier, and he was right next to the cheering mass of people, his face splitting into a huge smile. He clambered somewhat clumsily onto the drumming platform. He had found the idea of acting "sexy" to be quite funny until now, because he hadn't had anyone to show off too. But now there was Tyler, the guilty pleasure of knowing he was watching him drove josh on. He arched his neck, stretching his arms, finally biting his lip, narrowing his eyes. He was deafened by the cheering and screaming of everyone in the audience. Soon he was slamming his drumsticks into each other marking the beat with his peddle drum, and then he was drumming his heart out.

Tyler watched hungrily as josh stretched his neck and bit his lip. He knew it was wrong, yes he knew very well, but it was thrilling and exciting and fun, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. Seeing josh would never fail to amaze him, so as he sang, he watched as he hit the drums with all he had in the sea of people.

Josh couldn't even feel the pain of the bruises clouding his torso, his pain and sadness thrown away, replaced by a sweat dripping down his back, and his arms burning from the effort of hitting his drums this hard. His heart beating in rhythm with his sticks, happiness exploding though him.