Lover (I Don't Have to Love) // joshler smut [complete]

Grind

They stumbled out of the elevator, both squinting at the fluorescent lights. Tyler fished for his keys and grinned as Josh pressed himself against his back, thumbs hooking in the loops of Tyler's jeans and nibbling on his neck. Tyler had worried about the trip home being awkward, but Josh was all easy laughs and smiling eyes. Tyler couldn't take his eyes off him, and had barely kept his hands to himself.

Tyler led them in and flicked on the lights, cringing at the mess he'd left earlier in his hurry to get out the door. It wasn't a complete disaster, but there were dirty dishes in the sink and clothes strewn around from the half-dozen wardrobe changes. Josh didn't seem to mind, though. He kicked off his shoes and walked in like he owned the place, taking a look around the open-concept apartment.

"Nice place," he noted, then threw himself down on the couch.

Tyler mumbled an incoherent answer as he took off his jacket and tossed his keys and wallet onto the kitchen counter. It wasn't fancy, but it was his home.

"So..." Josh drawled, smirking. "This is it, huh? The bachelor pad of the famous Tyler Joseph."

Tyler blushed and moved to the sink, grabbing two glasses and pouring them both some water. "Famous? Hardly."

"I've seen a couple of your shows. You guys have something."

Josh wasn't wrong; their crowds had been growing, and they'd been playing more frequently and farther away. Tyler moved to stand in front of Josh, and offered him the glass.

"So, what, you're stalking me?"

Josh grinned, taking the drink. "Something like that, yeah."

The way Josh's eyes crinkled and his tongue barely poked out from between his lips as he laughed gave Tyler butterflies. He turned away, blushing, to set his glass down. "Well you've certainly made yourself at home."

Josh patted the couch next to him, grinning devilishly. "Why don't you join me?"

That was all the invitation Tyler needed. He crawled into Josh's lap, straddling his thighs, and immediately ground his crotch against the redhead's own. Josh moaned lightly and cupped Tyler's ass, squeezing for good measure. He raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Tyler asked, suddenly nervous.

Josh squeezed him again, and with a glint in his eye said, "I mean, it's not a bad ass."

"Oh my god, you're the worst," was all Tyler could answer, and he was kissing him, hard. Josh's giggle turned into a moan as Tyler nibbled at his bottom lip and pulled away gently, moving to breathe hot against his neck. He sucked lightly, not sure if Josh was into it, but he just stretched his neck and gave Tyler more access. He sucked in earnest, nipping at his earlobe and sucking a bruise into the tender skin between his neck and collar bone.

Josh's hands ran up and down Tyler's back; the feeling gave him chills. A moment later Tyler was shrugging out of his shirt, back arched, and Josh licked Tyler's exposed chest and went to work nibbling on a nipple, tracing the outline of Tyler's hourglass tattoo with his thumb.

"Your ink is so fucking hot," he mumbled against Tyler's chest. "Wanna explore all of you."

"I could say the same," Tyler answered, nodding to Josh's sleeve. Then he was pulling out of Josh's embrace to stand and back away, leaving him flushed and confused.

"Why're you-"

"I need a quick shower first, if this is gonna go any further."

Josh groaned, rubbing at his forehead. "And you called me a tease."