Together let's breathe - Josh Dun fanfic

19. Josh

"We are twenty one pilots and so are you" Tyler says into the microphone after a show that just a few hours ago I didn't think was going to happen.

This morning I woke up with my phone buzzing with a text from Jenna, which almost never happens. I've known Jenna for four years now, so of course we have shared a few texts back and forth. Typically they consist of birthday gift ideas for Tyler or asking me if I want a chocolate or vanilla milkshake. But Tyler's birthday is six months away and I doubt Jenna would be making her famous milk shakes this early in the morning.

Jenna: Is Tyler there with you?

After searching the entire bus and not finding any sign of Tyler I text back a simple "No" before going back to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up again when Jenna called me.

"I can't find Tyler anywhere. I thought he might be with you, but he's not. He isn't eating breakfast with the crew and nobody that I've talked to saw him leave the venue. I've called his phone a million times, but it just goes to voicemail every time. Did he say anything to you last night about leaving or about hurting himself? I mean you don't think he's...he's..." She couldn't bring herself to say it, and I couldn't bring myself to hear it.

The panic in her voice made me shoot straight up in my bunk, hitting my head on the bunk above me. I ran right to Jenna's side, where I stayed the rest of the day. We both feared the worst, what if it was too late when we finally did find Tyler? I couldn't let myself fall apart in front of Jenna, she was doing enough of that for the both of us. I had seen her cry before like when Tyler would tell a joke and we couldn't help but laugh until tears streamed down our faces, or the time we all watched the movie Titanic together. This time she was crying from fear and now I felt protective of her. So as we stood in the middle of chaos, I held Jenna wondering how I could pick of the pieces of her broken heart if I was shattered as well.

When I first saw Tyler after searching for almost twelve hours I first felt relief that he was alive and relief that we could call off the search. When Tyler and Jenna embraced, I started to feel anger. I was angry that he would put us through all panicked phone calls to hire extra security, and for all the hours Jenna poured over his note looking for any clue, and ultimately calling the police. Of course, everything changed when I saw her standing there. Tyler had ran away and sacrificed Jenna's sense of safety and security for me. I had Marie back because Tyler put me before his wife, and I'm sure he would be paying for that for a long time.

Tyler and I walk off the stage to find Jenna and Marie waiting at the bottom of the stairs for us. Jenna and Tyler immediately come together and become inseparable as if they are one person. One person that becomes broken down and worn without their other half. With my arm around her shoulders, Marie and I make our way back to my dressing room. My fingertips begin to crave the warmth of her skin, and my lips can think of nothing but traveling down her body. I want to see and taste every inch of her. I want her to scream my name because she can't keep it inside her. I want her to be mine.

I lock my dressing room door, and when I turn around to face Marie, I noticed her eyes have changed. They don't have same look of sweet affection that was radiating toward me when I first saw her today. Now they look hungry and passionate like she is ready to take a bite out of me. And I just might let her. I have no time to waste, so I let my lips have their fun on top of hers as soon as I am close to her. She kisses back harder and with more assurance than the last time we kissed, right before I left her apartment without her. I let my hands move around her body freely. I let them do all the thinking. Before I know it both her shirt and bra are gone. My hands then want to explore her chest, while my lips move down to meet them. My kisses are getting harder and I even start to scrape my teeth across her neck. I'm sure I'll leave bruises but I don't care. I bite her collarbone with what I'm afraid is too much force, but the moan in my ear and the fingernails digging to the back of my neck tell me it was just right.

Suddenly my mouth stops working when I feel Marie's hands on my hips. She drops down on to her knees and smiles up at me. I don't help her as she does all the work of wiggling my shorts down to the ground and as my underwear soon follows. Now I stand in front of her with nothing else left to fall to the floor, completely exposed. Her hands climb up my thighs and land on my hard cock. She moves her mouth closer and she begins to lick the tip gently. The stimulation makes me jump a little. She puts more of me into her mouth and my hand interlocks with a chunk of hair on the back of her head. I'm now almost fully in her mouth and what she can't take she is gripping with her hand that is not on my thigh. We stay just like this for a little while, her head bobbing across my length and her tongue twisting it's way around. I can feel myself getting closer to releasing, but I know I should hold off. I need to save my energy to take care of Marie. I let go of her hair, allowing her to back off of me. 

"Get on the couch" I hear myself command. I step out of my clothes that are still around my ankles and follow Marie to the couch. I bend down in front of where she is sitting and unbutton her jeans. I peel her tight pants off of her legs and along with her underwear, I throw them across the room. I kiss my way up her thigh and I'm so eager to taste her that I don't even waste my time teasing. My tongue dances over her clit while her moans become louder and her hips become more restless. 

"Josh...please..." Marie says between moans. I take this as my cue to slide two fingers inside of her, and the moans coming from her let me know that is just what she had in mind. As my fingers continue to work outside and inside of her, I see her put her had over to mouth to muffle her sounds. I reach up and pull her hand away so I can hear her. I want the whole world to hear her getting loud because of what I'm doing to her body. 

Her back arches and her hips move closer to me. Her mouth opens wide, and just when I think she is about to let out the biggest scream yet, nothing comes out. All of her energy is put into the muscles that are getting tight around my fingers. I let her ride out the orgasm I had just given her and then very slowly remove my fingers. Now it is my turn again, so I stand up with one foot on the floor and one knee on the couch. With her propped up between the arm and back of the couch, I bring her hips up to meet mine. I carefully move my way inside her, making her throw her head back. I know I won't last long so I try to make the most of the last few moments I have like this. My eyes move wildly at every part of her body and the grip I have on her hips gets tighter. When I can't wait any longer I release inside of her, now it was my sounds that were the loudest. After I pull myself together, I look down at her and she looks so sweet and Innocent despite what I had just done to her.  I don't know how she could do both, look up at me with wide eyes and smile shyly while still recovering from becoming the sweaty mess I made her, but she did it flawlessly.

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 We were both exhausted as we lay in my bunk together. I was only moments away from sleep, when I hear Marie's voice bring me back. 

"Jenna said something to me right before the show that I can't stop thinking about. She was taking pictures with all these fans that came up to her, and she was super nice about it, but she said that sometimes fans will comment things on the pictures just to be mean. She said that it was much worse for...well.."

She didn't have to say her name because I knew she was talking about Debby. It was hard for her to check on a picture she posted of the two of us and see it riddled with comments of people calling her a whore and saying she didn't deserve to be with me. She would cry about it some nights and I would be there to comfort her. As time moved on and people figured she was staying in my life the hateful words slowed down, but of course she didn't stay. The cycle could easily repeat it's self with Marie and I don't want her to go through that same punishment Debby did. I want to protect her anyway I can, so that's why I said "Maybe we don't tell people right away. Let's just say only the people that need to know will know about us."