There's a loud rustling from behind Josh, he quickly spins to spy Tyler ripping the plastic off the bed, throwing it over his head and standing there with what Josh can make out to be a grin under the frosted plastic.
"What the hell are you doing?" Josh turns around fully, watching as Tyler giggles, sticking his arms out either side of him.
"I'm a ghost!"
Josh opens his mouth to speak, completely gobsmacked, so he closes his mouth again, shaking his head.
"Why are you like this?" He mumbles, Tyler spinning in a circle with the plastic fanning out, making soft booing noises.
"You're going to get motion sick," Josh thinks he sounds like a dad, marching forward to pull the sheet from his boyfriend.
"Am not!" Tyler protests, jumping away from Josh, now in the doorway.
Josh reaches for him again, but Tyler dodges and skips into the hallway, laughing to himself.
Josh squints and runs at him suddenly, Tyler yelling and running away, the tiny apartment not having much space to hide in, Tyler ducks behind the lounge, Josh on the opposite side, a game of cat and mouse beginning.
Every time Tyler moves to one side, Josh would follow, Tyler instantly rushing back to the other side, repeating this over trice, until Josh begins to climb over the back of the sofa, plastic crinkling under his weight.
"Stop it idiot!" Josh laughs, Tyler seeing an opportunity and rushing past him in a blurry flash of loud plastic, Josh can't help but to burst into laughter at the weird sight, now on the side Tyler was just standing.
Josh chases after him, trapping him in the bedroom, watching as Tyler panics, trying to scramble into the bed.
In one swift move Josh rips the plastic from Tyler, tackling him onto the somewhat soft yet dusty mattress.
He growls, Tyler yelping, giggling loudly and play slapping Josh's hands, trying to stop the tickling from commencing.
Instead, Josh grabs Tyler's ribs, flipping over so he's laying on top of him, flush to his body, kissing his cheeks and blowing raspberries into his glowing red face.
Tyler cuddles up, legs tangling with Josh's, feet hooking under his calves, slowly rubbing up and down.
Josh slides back, pulling Tyler with him until they're laying in the middle of the bed, feet where heads should be laying, dirty shoes unable to ruin the filthy mattress anymore.
Josh tries not to think about why it's so stained and decrepit, ignoring the fact Mr. Urie would've used this exact mattress, desperately pushing any intrusive thought about him away.
"Are you happy?" Fingers softly stroking Tyler's hair, his face partially in the mattress, partially pressed into Josh's neck.
He mumbles, lips pressed to his sensitive skin.
"We'll get some stuff tomorrow baby I promise," Josh sighs, weary. Tyler hooks one arm under Josh's shoulder, the arm that was stroking his hair shifts to let Tyler wriggle himself comfortably, opposite arm over Josh's head, twiddling his hair between dusty fingers.
"I'm so cold," Tyler complains, a common occurrence from the tan boy, Josh used to his protests and annoyed comments.
"I know,"
"You know everything," Tyler groans, Josh blowing a raspberry into the air as some sort of indication he was fed up with the complaints.
"Blow me," he rolls his eyes.
There's silence, but Tyler's leg begins to slide up, resting against Josh's crotch.
He jumps slightly, watching Tyler's still form from the corner of his eye.
"You want me to?"
The reply is quiet, but not so quiet that Josh doesn't hear exactly what he's said.
Josh goes ridged, not the answer he was expecting. Tyler supports himself to look at Josh, fingers still twirling pieces of bright yellow hair around in his fingertips.
"What?" Josh gulps, Tyler rubbing his knee against him.
"What did you say?" Tyler cocks his head, innocent, lips so so close, kissable, Josh tempted to push up and lock them together.
"I said blow me," he huffs, Tyler grinning. He inches closer, almost attaching his mouth to Josh's, instead he quickly darts his head down, suckling at soft skin on Josh's collar bone.
Josh gasps loudly, eyes shutting tight, Tyler's leg moving more now, pushing firmly against his jeans, nibbling his jawline, coarse stubble tickling his upper lip. He giggles a little, Josh trapped under him, not used to being the submissive one.
"You like that huh?" Tyler whispers into his pale flesh, biting him.
Josh groans for a response, hands moving the grip onto Tyler's ass, pushing his hips down with every grind Tyler makes.
He starts to slide down, kissing through fabric of a plain white t-shirt.
Josh props up, watching him disappear lower and lower, mouthing along his thighs.
Once he's between two shaky legs, his fingers ghost above Josh's pants, an unsure flickering, virgin mouth catching a plump bottom lip between teeth.
"You okay?" Josh runs a hand from the top of his head, down the side of his face, tilting his head up to look at him.
"I don't really know what to do now I'm here," Tyler swallows, shrugging at his lover.
Josh closes his eyes for a second, taking in how innocent and pure his baby is.
Was.
Not in a few minutes.
"Want me to show you?" Josh offers, Tyler shakes his head, Josh twitching his in confusion.
"I wanna do it myself," Tyler licks his lips, eyes darting to the growing mass in front of his face.
"Okay Ty, let me know if-"
"Shut up idiot, I can do it," Tyler frowns with a pout, frustrated. "I'm not a baby,"
Josh nods, moving his hand away from Tyler's soft face, half propped on sore elbows.
"Okay, okay I can do it," Tyler whispers encouragement to himself, popping the button of Josh's jeans, struggling with a wonky zip, tugging it soft at first, blowing a breath of exasperation before yanking it down.
Josh jumps, now a little afraid of the inexperienced mouth below him.
Josh lifts his hips a little, Tyler sliding the black jeans down, accidentally bringing boxers with them, the tip peeking out.
Tyler nibbles his lip, concentrating on pulling Josh's jeans down far enough to be comfortably laying down, the zip stabbing his chest.
He huffs, pulling them harder until they're on Josh's knees.
"Be careful Ty," Josh anxiously watches, Tyler looking up at him.
"I will,"
"Hey just," Josh looks away for a second, bright red. Tyler listens and waits for the rest, secretly hoping for a little guidance.
Josh doesn't reply for a moment, Tyler poking his groin the catch his attention.
He jolts in shock, looking back with a stuttered breath.
"Don't use teeth,"
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Fanfiction"It's okay, you'll be okay," A new work route can always be difficult, but when Josh finds the love of his life, things become a little more complicated as he discovers the new boy is not everything he seems he is. *WARNING* Graphic sexual content V...
