one shots ❯ joshler

stoned.

uh hello the queen has arrived.

just kidding.

i have a smutty one shot for u

and tyler is weeeee bit high and joshua is a weeeeee bit drunk maybe

oh yeah and let me mention that they aren't in a relationship, just two bros fucking xx

yeehaw i hope i enjoy this :')

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He has the key here somewhere...or was it the lock he can't find? One of them... Joshua swears under his breath, then again, louder, when he realizes he's trying to open his door with a key that probably goes to his mom's house. Or is it Mark's? Or hell, maybe it's the LA house. Too many fuckin' keys on the key ring, obviously.

He tries again. And again.

How many damn keys could he possibly have that didn't fit that damn door? He tries again, and sighs in relief when the door opens...until he realizes he's still holding his key ring, and there's no key in the door.

And Tyler's standing there in a pair of black skinnies, looking red-eyed and rumpled, grinning at him. Joshua giggles and claps his hand over his mouth, managing to drop the keys altogether. Tyler looks at him, down at the ground, then back up before giggling, too. "Dude, Josh. You're gone."

Joshua laughs harder. Tyler's eyes are so dilated, he's surprised he can see anything. Not that Joshua can talk, but. He nods happily. "You too! You're stoned as hell, man. Stoooooned."

"I am?" Tyler manages the confused voice for two words, then loses it entirely in a fit of giggles. Joshua raises one hand and knocks it against Tyler's forehead.

"Knock knock."

"Uh, who's there."

"You?"

"Huh?" Tyler looks confused. "I'm here? I thought you were here?"
"Dude, I'm always here. It's my house."

"But I live here, too."

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Then you're here." Joshua frowns. "But I'm here, too."

"No you're not. You're out there. I'm in here."

"Oh, whatever, man. I'm wasted, sleepy, and cold. Lemme in."

Tyler grins at him. "What's the password?"

"Um. Knock knock?"

"Sounds right to me!" He moves aside and Joshua grins as he walks in.

And yeah.

The house smells like weed.

"Dude." He stops suddenly and Tyler, two paces behind him, walks into him with a soft oof. "It smells so bad in here." He turns round, and Tyler grins at him sheepishly.

"I could light a....thingy." He waves his hand about, indicating anything from a campfire to a matchstick. "Uh...what are they called? Incest?"