PLATONIC🌺⌠J.T⌡

xxiv

ya yeet

sexual content y'all (i know, stop screaming), i'll let anyone who doesn't want to read it know when it's over and when it starts with these fellas "🍑🍑" there's a bit in the beginning, but nothing explicit; it's mostly to convey consent & plot & that jazz.

just a reminder that both tyler and josh are 18 and have been for quite some time.

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TYLER COULDN'T REMEMBER how they'd gotten there; he couldn't remember why they were there. His brain was too hazy with pleasure as Josh lapped at his collar bone to even attempt to remember the circumstances of how they'd wound up in the current situation. He gripped harshly onto the other boy's shoulders, thighs bracketing his boyfriend's and the most delicate of gasps escaping from his lips. Josh skimmed his lips from Tyler's shoulder, up to his neck, and across his cheek until they rested against his ear with a puff of breath.

"Can I touch you, peach?"

Josh's voice was deep and graveled, and it made Tyler's hair stand on edge; a shiver ripped its way through his frame. The room looked fuzzy around the edges as the brunette squeezed the toned muscle of his boyfriend's biceps. He swallowed around the lump in his throat

"Y-yes. Yes, please."

Tyler's own voice was nothing but a desperate whisper. Josh's hands mapped the tender flesh of his tummy and landed on Tyler's waist, pulling him closer and rubbing against him gently. Tyler's body trembled, and he buried his head in Josh's jugular with a whimper.

"Bear."

With a soft whisper, Tyler's eyes blinked open. He sat up, looking around in confusion to notice he was alone. Rubbing his eyes, Tyler came to the realization that it must've been a dream. He slumped slightly, a pout on his pretty lips. He wasn't sure why he was so disappointed, but he felt hot and confused and tingly, and he wanted Josh.

He shifted underneath the duvet, the sheets sticky with sweat. Throwing the covers off, he blinked in confusion at the front of his underwear. They were stained and stretched around him, making him squirm uncomfortably. Had he been this way all night? Usually, it just went away after a little while, but now it only seemed to be worse! Frustrated and a little worried, Tyler called out for Josh.

Within a few seconds, Josh practically toppled into the room with a tray of breakfast, panting slightly.

"Sorry! I-I wanted to be back before y'woke up, but, uh, I burned your toast by accident and... peach?" He caught sight of his hormonal, little peach kneeling in the middle of the bed with outstretched arms and scared eyes, quickly placing the tray on the nightstand before rushing to Tyler's side.

"What's wrong, peach?" he asked soothingly, pulling the boy into his arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Tyler crawled closer, relishing in the older's touch with a whimper.

"Somethin's wrong with me," he whispered, frightened. "It usually goes away on its own, but now it's worse!"

"What's worse, peach? Are y'alright?"

Josh followed Tyler's gaze down, down... down. The color drained from his face, and his mouth was suddenly a desert.

Ooooh, shhhhhit. Shit. Shit!