What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[32] the things i think behind closed doors

inspired by Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko

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Everybody's eyes were glued to the clock, anticipating the end of their school day. Well, almost everybody. With all their work done, the entire classroom was on the edge of their seats counting down the last few minutes, all except for Tyler. No, Tyler's eyes were preoccupied with the back of someone's head and trailed along every strand going down to his neck and the collar of his shirt.

Tyler's bottom lips was caught between his teeth and his legs crossed to hide the evidence that tied him to his very, very perverse thoughts, the same thoughts that included the very same person he couldn't keep his eyes off of; Josh.

He didn't know Josh, not personally at least. Aside from the few classes that they shared there was no other reason for them to interact. Josh wasn't really even aware of Tyler's existence, but the same couldn't be said for Tyler, no. Tyler didn't know Josh personally, but he's explored every inch of what Josh's body might just be like, how soft and supple Josh's skin might feel against his lips. He must be sweet like honey. Tyler's imagined how he'd taste against his tongue.

He wanted to shut his eyes and picture it again, the same way he does every night before bed, but he only had a while longer to stare at Josh before he had to leave the school grounds.

'Turn around,' Tyler thought, nibbling the tip of his pencil. Sitting at the back of the class meant that he could stare at Josh as long as time permitted, and he could doodle him without fear of having to shun his art to all the prying eyes that might sneak a glance, but it also meant he couldn't catch a glimpse of that pretty face out of the corner of his eye. 'Turn around,' he thought again, much louder in his own head.

Don't mistake him for a stalker. Tyler's never crossed a boundary with Josh. He's never even had the courage to speak to him unless they were forced to because they shared a class, but his thoughts were oh so depraved. It felt good to just undress Josh with his eyes and imagine what that body would feel like pressed up against his own.

Tyler was slightly alarmed when the bell rang, having been so deep in thought. While everybody else was hurriedly leaving the class, Tyler spent a few extra moments thinking of the most boring book he possibly could remember while shovelling his textbooks into his satchel, and when he could stand without any questions being thrown his way, he left the class too.

When he eventually arrived at home he dropped his satchel onto the sofa and went into the kitchen. His mom had left a yellow post-it note on the refrigerator door as she did every morning for him to find when he got home from school, telling him what she tucked away in the fridge for his dinner, that he was to keep the place tidy, to not wait up too long for her and that she loved him. He crumpled it in his palm and grabbed a soda out of the fridge. It was red, just like the hair that he had been staring at all day. The same hair he'd pictured himself running his fingers through as he was thrown onto his bed with Josh between his legs, and his mouth was agape while sweet howls of pleasure parted his lips.

The drink went cold down his burning throat. He dragged his feet lazily across the floorboard as he walked to his room, shed his jacket and dropped it on the floorboard in the hallway, and stopped at the door of his room.

Josh sat on the edge of the bed. When Tyler finally arrived, a wide grin spread across Josh's soft pink lips. Thin, but still so inviting. So mesmerising. Tyler wanted them all over his body. Josh patted the space next to him and gestured for Tyler to fill it.

Tyler went to his bed and sat on the edge. It shifted under his weight, and his fingers traced over the spot where Josh would be seated.

"You seem shy," Josh whispered, his hand gently stroking Tyler's thigh. "Don't be. We've done this a thousand times." Josh's lips caressed Tyler's neck, slipping up to his cheek as his hand was guided further up Tyler's thigh.

Tyler let out a deep breath of hot air. His fingers traced over his neck, and he shut his eyes. It was bliss.

"Don't think about it," Josh cooed into his ear, licking just under his earlobe. Tyler couldn't help but smile. Josh just made him tingle, like butterflies were kissing the tips of his skin. "Touch me, Tyler."

Tyler began to remove his shirt, and kicked his shoes off. His hands reached under his belt into his jeans, and gripped his aching arousal. He laid back on the bed and shut his eyes.

"I want you, Tyler. I want you to touch me." Josh's voice was sweet, better than the taste of any orgasm Tyler had ever felt. Josh took Tyler's hand and placed it on his chest. they both stared into each other's eyes while Tyler felt Josh's rapid heartbeat beneath his chest. "You feel it?" Josh asked. His eyes seemed to shine so clear as he looked at Tyler, and Tyler gulped and nodded. "It's beating fast because of you."

Tyler bit his lip. He didn't really care if it would bleed as a result of the sheer force, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help his thoughts. He couldn't help his feelings. He couldn't help how it made his heart beat. He needed this.

Josh lead Tyler's hand further down his toned stomach and stopped just under his navel. "It's okay," Josh slid his fingers up Tyler's arm and gently caressed his neck. "You can touch me." Tyler looked up into those sweet brown eyes, and put his lips to Josh's in a hungry kiss while his hand roamed lower and lower.

Lower and lower Tyler's hand went, until he was stroking himself in a steady rhythm. He bucked his hips in wanton fashion while a deliberately slow moan escaped his throat and rose like smoke to the edge of his lips. "Josh," he muttered shamefully. "Josh!"

"Tyler," Tyler slipped off the bed and was on his knees, looking up keenly at Josh as he traced soft kisses all over his chest. "You're so perfect, Tyler." Josh watched in earnest admiration while Tyler's lips marked spots all over his body. However, Tyler's lips paused their journey, and Josh looked down in slight confusion.

"What's wrong Ty?" He asked sincerely.

Tyler looked up with a wide smile, but his eyes bared a different emotion that only Josh could see.

"Why can't you be real. Why can't you be here with me."

They both stared blankly at one another. There were no words between them.

Tyler sat up in bed, rubbing his face gently as his heavy eyes stared at the empty space in his bed. He pulled his pants back up, got off the bed and straightened the covers. He pulled the soda into his hands again and swallowed the now lukewarm drink and sat at his desk, though not before turning around to stare at his bed one more time.

To stare at the fantasy that would be nothing more than what it was.

"Why can't you be mine, Josh?"

Josh smiled, and placed an arm on Tyler's shoulder.

"At least you've got me in your head."

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