Grudges - Joshler

7

Josh woke up alone.

He couldn't say he was surprised really; he had seen this coming a mile away. He also knew that he and Tyler were never going to be the same after that. God, he was such an idiot. He practically fucked Tyler knowing he had a girlfriend. Granted, he hated his girlfriend, but still. It was one thing fucking someone and not knowing, but he had told him to go fuck her and then straight up fucked him right after.

What a mess.

He was laying on his back while looking up at the ceiling trying to figure out what the fuck happened last night. How did he go from being ready to get fucked by Michael to getting with Tyler? Tyler wasn't even gay. He would never do this shit willingly. Was it a dare? Had he been asked to do it by his dumb fucking friends to fuck with Josh's emotions? Tyler knew damn well how he felt -past tense- about him and if that's the case, then Tyler can fuck right off. His good boy act wouldn't work on him again this time.

But in Tyler's defence, Josh had loved every second of it. He never knew how beautiful his name would sound coming out of Tyler's mouth the way it did last night. Every time he'd moan his name he'd feel as though he was floating, it gave him a high he didn't know he could get without the drugs running through his veins. He had felt so alive when he was with him, it was a damn shame that it would never happen again.

He'd probably never get to talk to him again. No way in hell. Tyler would deny it ever happened. Maybe Josh would believe that he had dreamt it, only the marks on his skin told him otherwise. If he went and saw Tyler right now he'd probably see the purple bruises he had left on his neck, on his body, God that body...He had wanted him so bad and even though he got him, he still wanted more. He was an ungrateful piece of shit, but god dammit he deserved something good to happen to him for once in his life. He was hoping for the impossible though and he knew it.

He didn't even glance over when the door burst open, an overly happy Brendon waltzing into the room with a huge grin on his face.

"I got laid last night," Brendon sang, pouncing on Josh who grunted at the weight that landed on top of him. Brendon rolled over slightly and quickly noticed Josh wasn't wearing a shirt. His grin widened as he wiggled his eyebrows. "And so did you!"

Josh's cheeks were pink and he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. No wonder Brendon hadn't come home last night, he probably heard them going at it and crashed at Ryan's.

"I didn't know you were into redheads, though," Brendon continued, trailing his fingers down Josh's chest slowly, tracing the marks Tyler's mouth had left behind. "Thought you liked brunettes. Mostly."

"Redhead?" Josh wasn't sure how Brendon knew about Michael, but he wouldn't question it. Brendon was a genius. "No, I didn't fuck the redhead."

"What?" Brendon mumbled, kissing Josh's exposed shoulder and looking at him through hooded eyes. "I saw you making out with him?"

Brendon hitched his leg up, tangling it with Josh's and his hand found it's way to his thigh, resting it there comfortably.

"Yeah, but we didn't fuck."

"You didn't get laid, baby?" Brendon nuzzled his face into his neck and Josh closed his eyes, the familiarity of this situation calming him.

He and Brendon were always way too close for comfort. If Brendon wasn't so against relationships, he and Josh would have definitely been a thing.

"Oh, I did get laid." Josh laughed now, confusing Brendon even more. He turned over so he was facing Brendon and licked his lips. "I fucked Tyler last night."

That was the wrong thing to say because next thing he knew, Brendon shot up from the bed shouting, "You fucking did what?" his voice raising with each word and Josh instantly remembered how this all really sucked major ass.