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IT NEVER FELT RIGHT CALLING THIS "JUST FRIENDS"

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Prompt: "Your my brother's boyfriend but I fuck you better" 

Summary: Josh and Tyler have been best friends since they were ten. Josh has been dating Tyler's brother since he were 16. But Tyler's always liked pretty things, and Josh is the prettiest.

Rating: R/NC-17

Warnings: Smut. lots of it. Tyler doesn't actually fuck Josh, he sort of just rides him, but you can use your imagination for the extra times that are mentioned and not written. The brother is not Zac, dear lord, it's just another sibling that does not exist.

Pairing(s): Joshler (Josh/Tyler)

It was probably better off a secret, after all if anyone else found out both of them would be in so much trouble it would probably split up the entirety of Tyler's family forever. Think catastrophic scales. But Tyler likes things that are pretty, and Josh Dun is most definitely one of the prettiest things he's ever seen, but the thing is Josh isn't Tyler's pretty thing, he's his brother's. Sort of. The pink haired boy is supposed to be his brother's, but then subliminally he's always belonged to Tyler, deep down it was him he wanted, him he fantasized about and him that could send him spiralling into a pit of lust just by looking at him. So yeah, Josh was sort of split into two as far as being anyone's pretty thing went (Mostly, he belonged to himself and that was even better because he wasn't a puppy and Tyler wasn't going to make him into one).

The first time it happened was mostly by mistake, Tyler's brother wasn't home, they were both sipping away their life with 50-year-old whisky that they had lied to get, lying back on their bed giggling and hiccupping like best friends do, with the pixie boy's cheeks flushed and eyes darker than ever, he turned and looked at Josh, Josh who was so entranced by eyes so dark that he forgot to breathe for a second. Neither of them moved, and then the taller placed the whisky on the side before kissing the candy haired boy so fiercely that their lungs screamed for air. It was passionate, a good four years of pent up sexual frustration and lust and anger and love tearing through their lips and layers of clothing. Unsurprisingly, it was the skinny boy, with his slender frame and enchanting eyes that kneeled up to straddle his friend's lap, grinding down against him until they were moaning furiously. His nimble fingers, made for playing piano, popped the button on his jeans, and then undid his own, sliding them down his legs. Just to make it easier for them as he positioned himself over Josh and ground their hips together.

They were drunk, too drunk, and there was no one there too stop them as they rutted fiercely against each other, two 17 year old boys as they panted and ground against each other. They were lost in the pit of lust and want to care about the consequences this could have, before Josh came with a deep moan, and Tyler not long after with a high whine, eyes closing and face buried into Josh's neck. They lay still, before Tyler wordlessly got up, grabbed the whiskey and headed into the shower, before throwing up next to his feet.

They didn't talk for a good two weeks after this, Josh would walk in, greet Tyler's brother, before Tyler walked straight out. Everyone noticed, nobody said anything.

The second time it happened was the day they finally started speaking again, it was actually the reason they started speaking. Tyler couldn't stand ignoring the other for much longer: "We've been best friends since we were 10, Josh!" He scolded, before kissing him so angrily, that Josh's back hit the wall and he had to let out a shout of pain. But then Tyler was putting his hands everywhere and he couldn't help but moan. He watched and Tyler dropped his knees, working open that button again and reaching beyond his boxers to stroke him slowly, moving close to lick up the underside. Josh felt a little bashful, because this was his best friend and perhaps this shouldn't be happening. But Tyler's lips sealed around the tip, and his tongue flicked and twirled with experience that Josh didn't know he had.

That same night broke Tyler's heart, he thought he finally had Josh, but instead his best friend could be heard from his brother's room, moaning enough to put a tent in Tyler's boxers, the thuds against the headboard waking him up and bringing tears to his eyes. The younger curled up in a ball, trying to ignore the shouts and moans through the walls, before he plugged in his music and ignored the rest of the world the best that he could.

The next day, Tyler's brother had a football game, so the brunet boy was home alone and the bubble gum haired boy he called his best friend kept him company (Basketball was their thing). But Tyler was just a little angry with his older friend as he grabbed his hand pulled him up to his room and tried to shout, but there was tears in his eyes and soon he was crying in Josh's arms, Josh who didn't even blink when his friend spoke through tears "I love you," and instead just kissed him, kissed him enough to take away the tears. This was becoming a pattern and Tyler knew it would leave him broken as they kissed and kissed, his hands pushing up Josh's shirt to reveal tight muscle from drumming and sports, his own unbuttoned in minutes and left hanging on his thin arms. He was slender, almost feminine; Josh was like a sports man with his tanned body. Jeans came off for the third time that month, boxers pushed down and for the first time they were completely naked, pushing their sweat-slicked bodies together in unison. Josh was under his friend, moaning as their members slid together, encased in the singer's hand. "Ty..." He muttered softly, before Tyler straddled his hips, reaching for the lube in the second drawer and handing it too him with complete trust. The first finger felt weird, but it always did, the second finger would always make him fidget and by the third it starts to to hurt a little, but move them a little to the right, twist a little and – "Oh," He groaned, and Josh looked up at his best friend, whose eyes were shut and chest was heaving, his slender body shaking a little as he continued to move those fingers.

See, this was always going to be intimate for the both of them, sex was not something either of them took lightly at all, (Tyler, ironically was an avid Christian and didn't generally believe sex was for anyone who wasn't deeply in love, yet he lost his virginity when he was 15 to a girl because he wasn't yet out of the closet, he later first had sex with a guy when he was 16, because he was loved and out of the closet). Josh had only ever done this with Tyler's brother, so it was strange and new for both of them to suddenly be so familiar with each other's bodies. When the elder removed his fingers and looked up with light, worried hazel eyes for permission, his best friend squirmed, swallowed and shifted as he gave permission, moving so Josh could roll on a condom and lather on a lot of lube. There was nothing but the sound of them breathing for a while as the shorter boy helped support Tyler as he lowered himself onto Josh's length. He winced and bit his lip, immediately uncomfortable before he could finally rest and wait to adjust

The next half an hour (He thinks, he's not sure) goes by so fast that he forgets it actually happened. He remembers Josh, and his expressions and the sounds he made, the way he body arched to meet his, how he constantly asks if he's ok, he remembers his own forgetfulness, how he wants to think about the consequences as he rides him out.

Josh leaves really fast afterwards, Tyler thinks he's fucked it up completely.

The fourth time, and the real time was amidst a very heated conversation sometime in the next month. Tyler was sick of being pushed around by Josh, sick of the "Are we together, are we not?" Bouncing around that was technically his own fault for initiating anyway, but he was never stopped and constantly ignored. So the younger was angry, as he shouted "Can you just give me straight answer, because I've told you how I feel, now why don't you be honest for a change?"

And Josh was honest, very honest as he crushed their lips together "I love you too," He muttered.

But he didn't break up with Tyler's brother. They kept up their rendezvous for a good year, until Josh finally made his choice. Because Josh liked pretty things. And Tyler was definitely the most prettiest thing.