S L O W T O W N

Teacher

"I'm gonna teach you to skate,"

Tyler opens his eyes, blinking a few times, before shaking his head.

"What?" He finally responds, words almost as weak as his sleep deprived state.

"I, Joshua Dun, will teach you to skate, today," Josh, hands tucked underneath his head, states proudly as he grins to Tyler, who lay there very confused.

"Okay?" Tyler rolls onto his back, stretching out. The quilt lifts a little, Tyler spotting his naked lower half.

Instantly he pushes the cover back down.

"Where are my underpants?" He blushes pure crimson, realising he had slept the entire night, pantless next to Josh.

"What if I don't wanna tell you?" Josh sheepishly smirks, flipping over so he was facing Tyler again, the dangerous tongue flicking out to catch between sharp teeth.

Tyler's breathing stutters, trying to look anywhere but in the hungry mocha pools before him.

"W-what if I want you to tell me?"

Josh moves closer knee sliding up the inside of Tyler's thighs.

There's a bang on the door, Josh groaning.

"What now?" He calls out, pure rage dripping from every word.

"Jeez who took the jam out of your doughnut? Breakfast is ready god damn," Jordan yells back, voice trailing off as he walks back down the hall.

"Every time, I swear, we're never going to get anywhere," Josh sighs deeply, Tyler reaching up to cup his face.

"Hey, be patient, we have all the time in the world,"

His smile.

Josh believes every word behind that smile, nodding as he pulls himself out of the warm cocoon he'd created with Tyler.

"Hey!" Tyler quickly covers himself with his hands.

"What I've seen it before," Josh laughs, picking up the lost underwear and twirling it around his fingers.

Tyler reaches out for them.

"Thankyou,"

"Come get it,"

Tyler blinks slow.

"Excuse me?" He shifts to sit up, still cupping himself. "Come on don't be mean,"

"Nope, you gotta come get them," Josh looks pleased with himself, the shy boy huffing with a face redder than a tomato.

He shuffles forward off the bed, careful to hold everything in place, standing slow.

"Why are you so worried it's not like I haven't already seen your junk? If you do recall I was gonna put it in my mouth last night," Josh winks, snake like tongue darting out again to lick his lower lip, catching it between perfectly white teeth.

"I guess," Tyler shrugs, slowly but surely letting himself go, reaching for his underpants and snatching them away, hurriedly pulling them on.

He exhales hard in one last attempt to free the embarrassment from his lungs.

"Happy?" Tyler folds his arms, Josh giggling.

"Yeah I'm happy, we should probably put pants on, don't wanna scar Abby for life,"

Tyler scoffs.

"Nearly scarred me last night," he mumbles, rummaging through is backpack to find pants.