Under The Covers {joshler}

junior year - part six

a/n:  Smut warning! (will put a 🙈 symbol so you can skip it if you want) also hi yes pls don't kill me after reading this, am but a smol english muffin and i easily bruise.

-x-

The second basketball game of the season ended with Tyler limping off the court after assisting a winning basket. Josh had nearly fallen down the bleachers in desperate panic to check his (secret) boyfriend was okay, as the rest of the team celebrated their win with the rest of the stands.

"Josh, I'll be fine just need to rest my ankle for 24 hours and it'll be good as new." He shrugged, rubbing his sweaty forehead with his arm. He winced as the assistant coach checked him over and Josh started to panic but Tyler put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.  His teammates coming to escort him to the locker room.

Tyler wasn't in school the next day, his mother keeping him home to make sure he fully recovered. He spent all day texting Josh about how boring being bedridden was, how he missed making out with Josh between classes.

josh:

oh yeah? How much do u miss me?

Tyler:

so much.

josh:

what if I told you I was outside your house?

Tyler stared wide eyed at his phone.

Tyler:

josh...

josh:

rlly hope ur window is open

Before Tyler could even respond, he heard his window slowly scraping open, he jumped, dropping his phone and trying to sit up as Josh clambered into his room.

Josh gave him a goofy smile, biting his lip at Tyler's mismatched pyjamas (a bright blue and purple mickey mouse t-shirt and deep purple flannel trousers). Tyler blushed.

"Josh, what are you doing school isn't out yet?" He tried to sound stern but he couldn't stop smiling.

"I had study hall last period so I figured no one would miss me if I skipped." Josh shrugged flopping down on the bed beside him. Tyler smiled softly down at where Josh had his face smushed into the sheets. "I missed you." Josh said with a cheesy grin, lifting himself up so he could press his lips to Tyler's.

"Being in bed all day sucks." Tyler pouted when they finally pulled apart. He gestured to where his foot was propped up on a pillow.

"Does it still hurt?" Josh ask concerned, peppering kisses into Tyler's collarbone.

He shivered and bit his lip to stop any soft moans escaping his mouth. He shook his head, not trusting his mouth to speak right then.

Josh's fingertips danced across Tyler's torso and along his sides.

"Mmm that's good." Josh hummed into the skin of Tyler's neck, nosing along his jawline.

"Why?" Tyler breathed out, his whole-body twitching under Josh's touch. He wanted nothing more than to practically pounce on him but he'd been lying about his ankle hurting, moving it too suddenly would most definitely hurt.

"Is your mom home?" Josh asked, ignoring Tyler's questions as he pressed hot open mouth kisses into Tyler's skin, lifting his t-shirt to kiss across his hips and stomach, mouth getting dangerously close to the waistband of his trousers.