Shut The Fuck Up And Comfortably Share Silence ★ JOSHLER

chapter six || all the memories collected, moments you can never touch

y'all be clownin with them comments. i am deceased. a ghost is writing the remaining chapters

cock block.

the only phrase tyler could muster among his thoughts as he quickly stepped away from josh at the point of jordan's impromptu appearance. he was this close to spilling his kids inside josh's foster home of an asshole, and he was a bit pissed he couldn't do it when he literally had the perfect opportunity to. hopefully there's a next time, he thought to himself. the younger sibling walked closer to two shirtless, breathless men sharing space in the living room.

"mind if you get your filthy fucking paws off my bro, creep?" he warned, folding his arms over his chest in agitation. he was told a little bit about tyler - and he was definitely not impressed to say the least.

"hey, jordan back off alright? tyler was just leaving anyway."

"good, because i wouldn't want a fucking stranger balls deep in my only brother!" jordan raised his voice, unlocking his arms to push tyler towards the direction of the door. the brunette just complied to the push, but josh clawed jordan off of him, right before his friend was pushed right out of the door, "chill the fuck out, dude. did someone nut in your fruity pebbles this morning?"

"gross." he rolled his eyes.

josh picks up tyler's shirt off the found, chucking it to him. "call me, yeah?" he flashes another smile before pushing him out of his home. he filled his cheeks with a sigh, slamming the door behind him as he went back into the house.

this close.

"why did you have your fucking tongue down his throat? i told you fucking weirdos wouldn't make the thought of your ex go away." his brother placed his hands on his waist with a look of disappointment in his brown eyes.

"everything is not about him, jordan. you just like ruining nights. th-that's your problem, you're just a night ruiner!" josh said exasperated, putting back on his t-shirt. he was quite flustered from the moments prior to jordan's entrance. his ruby hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven and a prominent frown decorated his face.

"he looks off. there was a slight twitch in his eye. and he looks like a legit serial killer. i don't know how you find that attractive." jordan collapsed on the couch, and his brother followed him. "and plus, i wouldn't want to here you fuck. i've had enough of your constant screaming during your fucking climax. i mapped out your sex, josh. that is far from normal."

"no one asked you to, though." josh glanced, at his suppressing a chuckle that threaten to spill from the back of his throat.

"well, you and dallon literally fucked every night. i had only four hours of sleep then. and he was a fucking asshole-"

"oh, little one." josh ran a loving hand through his brother's brown hair, letting a smile play on his lips, "it'll be different now. i like tyler. and i'll actually try my best to make him happy."

jordan rolled his eyes at that. he couldn't believe after all that time, his brother still thought that he was the reason dallon chose to cheat. josh loved him, showed him his powers, made sure the man got everything he wanted, but that still just wasn't enough for dallon - so he hooked up with someone else.

"tyler and i, will be happy. i promise you, jordan."

josh would be thought of as naïve here.

–

"what's her name?"

"his name is josh. and i like him. a lot, might i add."

the brunette went back home, recovering from the blue balls he just received. since his friend, billie, cared about his love life, he thought he might as well spill.

"hmm," he hummed at the new information, "is he cute?"

"perfect."

"his name?"

"joshua."

"does he have powers? 'because if he did, we would have to kill him. tyler knows that. if he can't accept it then, we'll take his life behind his back. maybe a simple suffocation-'"

"stop." tyler's heart faltered. the voices he detected after billie's question caused him to look displeased.

"stop what? i'm just asking."

"i wouldn't date the supernatural. you know why i wouldn't, armstrong."

"okay. 'we're checking. we'll have to get more information about his stupid crush. we know his name's joshua. we know he's male-'"

"stop fucking talking like that. he is normal. just like all of us and i swear to god if you- you know what? you wouldn't even fucking need to, only because he's powerless." tyler tried to convince, angrily rising from the couch him and billie shared.

the raven-haired man just sat in confusion as he watched tyler storm off.

tyler ran upstairs to his room and proceeded to call the red-head, maybe give him a 'goodnight'. maybe ask him if he's supernatural. josh would tell him that, right? tyler was about to be inside of him, so why wouldn't he tell him that little itty bitty important piece of information.

"hello?" tyler blinked nervously. he took a seat on his neatly made bed.

"hey, tyler," the man had a happy feel to he voice as he spoke, on the other side of the line he was fully in bed, juggling a lamp in midair. he was just aimlessly spinning the unplugged object as he initiated a conversation with the brunette. "sorry for the interruption before, maybe you can take me out on another date and we can see where that takes us-"

"are you supernatural?" there was a loud glass-breaking sound through the phone at that infamous question. josh done broke the fucking lamp. the man was honestly too scared and confused to care.

"why you always breaking shit!?" his brother yelled from the other room.

josh ignored him and continued on with the conversation, biting his lip with heightened trepidation. "w-why you ask? would that be a turn-off...well, i'm not so..."

"you aren't?"

"nope." he confirmed almost immediately. he heart beat rattled like a cage in his chest and his cheeks started to heat up uncontrollably. he trusted the guy to some extent, but josh didn't know all about him. he wanted to, but still he couldn't tell him about his telekinesis now. why would he even ask?

"oh, okay." josh heard an exhale of relief.

"goodnight." he hung up right after, removing himself form the bed to go clean up the mess he made on the oak floor.

or, he could always pick up the glass off the floor with his mind.

yeah, that seemed easier.

next chapter. it'll be really real. i like when you tell me you like this shit, it makes me wanna update this stupidness more. you lucky i'm even updating i have like three three-hour art classes everyday