Joshler Smut

Bros Help Bros

Tyler's back arched off the sofa as he palmed himself, small gasps and whimpers making Josh look up from his magazine.

"C-Can you.." Josh crossed the room without further instruction.

Tyler stayed still whole Josh unzipped and pulled down his jeans, because what are bros for, right?

They had started 'helping' each other in the early days of touring because nothing really felt as good as someone's hand.

Josh sat beside Tyler and rested his magazine on his crossed his knees, his right hand working Tyler slowly.

Josh knew how Tyler liked it, slow to start then a big finish.

Tyler made a high pitched whining sound and Josh looked up from what he was reading and smirked, his eyes flicking down to his hand.

"Fuck!" Tyler cried as Josh swiped his thumb over the head of his dick.

"No homo" Josh laughed, thinking it was the funniest thing ever.

Tyler just whined in response, bucking his hips up into Josh's hand.

This was where Josh knew to speed to, give him more. "Fuck Josh.."

Josh hesitated at that because they never addressed each other while doing this.

Josh felt something stir in his stomach. Of course, they got hard sometimes because who wouldn't? The thought of jacking off always got Josh hard, let alone watching Tyler do it, let alone /doing/ it to Tyler.

But this was a different kind of stir.

Tyler huffed a breath, his cheeks tinted pink and Josh suddenly wanted to kiss him.

"Just fucking do it" Tyler snapped, reading Josh's mind.

So Josh did.

He leaned down over Tyler and kissed his lips, letting his magazine fall to the floor.

Tyler kissed Josh back with force, using his teeth on Josh's lips and Josh quickly decided that it was the best kiss he'd ever received.

John put a little more pressure on Tyler's cock, tightening his fist and Tyler whined, his hands coming up to squeeze Josh's shoulders.

"Fuck Josh-" Tyler moaned again and Josh suddenly had a thought.

Before he could change his mind, Josh was leaning down and pressing a kiss to the head of Tyler's cock, licking him lightly.

Tyler cried out, one hand gripping Josh's hair so Josh carried on.

He had never done this before and wasn't quite sure how it worked but he opened his mouth around Tyler and sucked on the tip.

Tyler was babbling and cursing above him and Josh lowered himself slowly, already feeling too full.

He gagged and pulled back a little, bringing his hand up to take care of what he couldn't fit into his mouth.

"Oh fuck" Tyler breathed as Josh sucked up his length before sliding back down.

Tyler was a hair puller Josh soon found out, but Josh kind of liked it, it was like encouragement and Josh took more of Tyler into his mouth.

He found himself a rhythm and soon got used to the feeling.

"You're so good" Tyler moaned "fuck you're so good".

Josh swirled his tongue around the tip and tasted salt.

It wasn't bad though and Josh done it again and once more before Tyler was coming.

He shouted, what Josh could only guess was his name, a second before he came, spilling out of Josh's mouth and running down his chin.

Josh pulled off and watched Tyler. He had his eyes closed, his back arched and his mouth hanging open as he panted for breath.

Tyler looked down at Josh once he'd finished and groaned.

"You have come all over your face dude" he mumbled and Josh laughed before wiping a hand over his face.

"You're just spreading it" Tyler smirked and Josh frowned "help me out?" He asked referring to the come on his face.

Tyler seemed to get the wrong idea as he slipped off the chair and knelt in front of Josh, his fingers undoing his jeans.

Josh almost corrected Tyler but as he watched Tyler press a kiss to the font of his boxers, he decided against it.

After all, bros help bros.

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