(TEASING)
They're in texas/a deserty place with lots of cowboy hats and sand and horses and wooden-walled bars. Josh isn't as innocent as he seems to be.
(idkwhattheyare!TylerandJosh)
Idk what this is tbh I thought of this during PE so there's that. This sucks bye
-bubs
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Tyler's dark, coffee brown eyes flicker across the bar, his gaze lingering a little longer on one particular boy.
He's got a mop of chocolate curls, falling over his olive eyes, a little grin on his pretty lips as he talks to the older man sitting across him. A flannel with ripped sleeves wraps his thin frame, and Tyler's got to admit--he's the prettiest thing he's seen in quite a while.k
The boy suddenly glances up at him, doe eyes wide, the corner of his lips pulling up into a small smirk, cheeks undoubtly flushing a bright pink.
Tyler stifles a chuckle, beer trickling down his throat, giving the curly-haired boy one last glance.
The brunet pauses for a moment, taking in all that was the boy, before he sets his cup down on the counter, the taste of beer staining his cherry red lips.
Around him, people yell, caught up in their own conversations. The bar got rowdy on Friday nights.
Tyler turns, grabbing the small box of cigarettes off the table and nodding at the man behind the counter, before he saunters off, out the back door.
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A swirling cloud of smoke escapes out of Tyler's lips as he exhales, eyes travelling over the glittering expanse of the night sky, boots scuffing the sandy dirt.
He hums a quiet tune in the back of his throat, cigarette trapped between his two fingers.
He hears the wooden stairs creak, and he turns, coffee-brown eyes meeting the dazzling ones of the boy from earlier.
The boy simply glances at him for a moment, a corner of his lips tugging into a half-smile as he leans against the old, splintering wood of the bar, taking a box of cigarette out of his back pocket.
The two stay in silence, as the boy flicks his lighter, muttering under his breath when it doesn't ignite. He sighs quietly, moving his fingers again, but it still doesn't work.
"Need a light'r?" Tyler quirks an eyebrow, shifting on his foot and holding his out.
The boy turns to him, brown eyes lingering on his for a moment, before he reluctantly takes it, fingers closing around Tyler's for a second.
The brunet coughs up smoke, watching as the curly-haired boy light his cigarette up with a little spark of red. He scoffs when he slides his lighter into his back pocket, eyebrows furrowing.
The boy doesn't flinch when Tyler pushes him up against the wall, dark brown eyes staring into his, lips tugged into a smirk.
"Thas' mine, babydoll." he whispers. The boy can smell the smoke curling from his parted mouth, and Tyler relishes for a moment in the little gaze the curly-haired beauty gives him, eyelashes caging his wide brown eyes, peaking up to look at him.
Tyler's left hand is pressed by the boy's face, other hand snaking around his waist and sliding into his back pocket, smirking when he feels his lighter inside.
"Y'don't take. What's. Mine."
The boy feels his cheeks on fire, when Tyler's hand gently squeezes the soft flesh of his bum, nimble fingers kneading the soft flesh. He whimpers almost silently, but it makes the brunet chuckle.
Tyler takes his lighter, hand moving back to where it once was--by his side.
"Wh't's your name, sweetheart?" he asks, southern drawl evident in his earthy voice.
"Joshua Dun." the boy answers, not breaking his stare for a single second.
"Well, Joshua, if y'd be goin' around and doing that again, I promise you, the consequences will be lot harsher." he says, popping the t.
He gives the curly-haired boy a little smirk, before he releases him, turning and stuffing his lighter back into his pocket, whistling a tune as he disappears into the shadows of the alley.
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