On The Run

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Tyler wakes slow, eyes popping open one at a time.

Mind clearer today, Josh soundly asleep beside him, mouth open.

His neck aches, Josh snatching the pillow during the night now cuddling it leaving Tyler to sleep on the mattress.

Watching for a few moments, Tyler moves a little closer, softly pressing his thumb to Josh's lower lip, pulling it slightly.

His mouth snaps shut, nuzzling the pillow before letting it fall open again.

Tyler doesn't touch him again, taking in soft yet chiseled features, a hard jaw line, his cute nose.

It reminds Tyler of a birds beak, giggling quietly he curls up in front of Josh, hand tucked under his own head.

His fingers find their way to Josh's mouth again, now half dipping inside and hooking lower teeth, tugging slightly.

Josh groans, an uncomfortable expression on his face.

The younger grins and pushes a little further in, poking his tongue.

Josh shuts his mouth, accidentally biting Tyler's intruding fingers.

He yelps, trying to pull out but Josh grins, eyes still shut, holding onto the tan hand with his sharp teeth.

Josh opens his eyes, the shocked boy trapped.

"Good morning," he speaks around the hand, Tyler again trying to free himself.

"Fingers please,"

Josh lets them go, still smiling.

"Already? It's so early," he sheepishly smirks, Tyler blushing bright crimson.

"Idiot,"

"You're the one shoving your hand down my throat and I'm an idiot?" Chuckling, Tyler's eyes dart away embarrassed.

"Just wanted to wake you," Tyler mumbles, hearing Josh yawn loudly above him.

"Well I'm awake now," Josh smacks his lips a few times, rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed.

Tyler gasps and averts his gaze, the bare back before him showing more skin as he looks down, no underwear to accompany.

Josh glances over his shoulder, half smirking to the shy boy.

"Nothing you haven't seen before,"

"You slept nude," Tyler states the obvious, trying not to look.

"Yeah I do it often," Josh chuckles finally standing, casually exiting the room.

Tyler bites his lip, thinking he's the luckiest boy in the world, pulling the blanket a little closer to his chest.

Josh renters the room, a glass in one hand, a small slightly blue pill in the other.

Tyler grimaces, sitting up and taking both items, quickly taking the tablet, Josh sitting on the edge on the bed once again.

Bright yellow hair wild and untamed, sticking out in several different directions, Tyler stares at it to rid his thoughts about the horrid pill.

"Blue," Josh speaks before thinking, Tyler scrunching his face up.

"What do you mean?"

"I know what you mean now, blue is a sign of defeat?" Josh questions, locking eyes with his lover.

Tyler takes another sip of water, adjusting to place the glass on the nightstand, sitting up, nearly eye level with Josh, the only time he'd ever been.

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