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I Need to Touch You

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Josh hadn't noticed it before. He was always preoccupied with something else. He was drumming, playing a video game, texting, or doing pretty much anything where he was thinking deeply. And other times he was just so absent minded that he didn't notice it at all. Or maybe it was because he had grown so used to the matter, that it was just something that he knew happened all the time. Either way, he didn't mind much.

Tyler was almost always touching Josh in some way. His soft fingertips would be grazing gently across the drummer's hand or rubbing small circles into his back. Even during their performances, the singer would eventually make his way over to his friend and touch his arms. He loved doing that. Touching Josh when he was all worked up over drumming. Strands of his faded pink hair would stick down to his forehead along with beads of sweat that glimmered along brilliantly with the light show. He loved feeling the muscles contract and relax with the beat. Tyler couldn't get enough of Josh. He loved thinking about how soft his friend's skin was during an interview. Those thoughts would often leave his cheeks a shade of bright pink during interviews, a mysterious thing for even the most dedicated fans.

Tyler knew Josh wasn't fully aware of how often he was being touched, and honestly, the singer wanted to keep it that way. If he ever pointed it out to the drummer, he might always shy away from the hands of his bandmate. He felt almost addicted to the feeling of Josh underneath him. Something about touching him just calmed him down. He often found himself Googling odd questions as to why he would be touching his friend as much as he could. The most he got was that he was very clingy, Tyler knew this already. He was also pretty sure Josh was clingy as well. The drummer could hardly manage sleeping in separate hotel rooms when their manager would book the suites. He also discovered that it was a way of showing dominance. Every time that thought popped up in his mind, Tyler would dismiss it shyly and deny having any part of being a dominant person. The singer couldn't see himself being "dominant". Dominance was always linked to being rough and bossy when Tyler thought of it, and he felt like he was the exact opposite. He was territorial in a way. He knew that for a fact. The singer would always get so jealous when he saw someone else hanging out with his best friend. No matter what gender, he would always find himself in a terrible mood when he knew Josh was out and about with someone else. Tyler wanted Josh to himself and only to himself.

Josh always felt some sort of comfort and reassurance whenever Tyler would rest his hand on his knee or shoulder or wherever his hand managed to fumble down on. It was almost like a comfort blanket to him. But it was hardly anything, a phantom that never really faced him. Nothing that waved flags down and pulled his attention in concern, for better or for worse.

He sat down in his dressing room, his alien mask laid on top of his thigh, he wasn't quite ready to put it on yet. The eyes of the alien stared blankly towards Joshua. "What? I'll put you on when I feel ready." He mumbled towards the inanimate piece of cloth.

Josh was feeling low, incredibly low considering that he was to go on stage and perform in front of thousands of fans in an hour. He hardly saw Tyler at all that day. Josh assumed it was because his friend was feeling down. Whenever his bandmate had a day where he just wasn't himself, he would just shy away and deny his existence.

Going against everything that his mind and body said, the drummer got up from the cold leather couch that he was glued on for the past thirty minutes. The alien mask fell, breaking the awkward stare that actually wasn't so awkward the more Josh thought about it. The pink haired male followed the colored tape on the floor that was labeled "TYLER", eventually facing the room that Tyler resided in. There was some sort of stiffness hanging from behind the door, making Josh shift around uncomfortably before knocking on the door softly. He knew his friend heard it, Tyler let out a loud grunt.