Originally a just a one shot (Ch.1) Now expanded into a full length fic.
~What happens when your down on your luck, your friend talks you into becoming a high priced escort and you book the one client everyone's warned you against ....Tyler Jose...
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A/N: Only two chapters (including this one) until the end now. :(
Y/N= Your name
Y/G/L/N = Your Grandmother's Last Name
The past few weeks with the three of you has been nothing short of absolutely amazing, the chemistry you all share is insane, and not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally as well. Both boys have been such amazing supports systems when you come home shattered from your visits with your grandmother; her condition worsening each day. Tyler let Josh move his drum set into the mansion, making him his only little practice space, the two of you continually praise the pink haired boy on his hobby neither of you even knew he had; but he's so talented. And You never stop thanking Tyler for the amazing life he's given you, or speaking highly of his excellent culinary skills. Josh has been the piece you and Tyler didn't even know you were missing; the three of you complete each other. The relationship is not as complicated of filled with jealousy as one may suspect a three-way relationship may be, Tyler's even been more lenient with allowing Josh to touch you, although you still haven't had actual sex with Josh outside of you pegging him and your times as an Escort.
This morning Josh is still sleeping, presumably exhausted from the particularly rough session the three of you had last night, while Tyler makes breakfast. You sit at the kitchen island wearing nothing but a button down of Tyler's; your usual sleep attire . You sit watching as Tyler flips pancakes and scrambles eggs, his low riding gray sweats teasing and torturing you more than any whip or restraints ever could, wetness already pooling between you thighs, when suddenly you hear a groan. You turn your head to the direction of the noise you see Josh sleepily making his way down the hall towards the kitchen wearing a pair of far too short black athletic shorts with a wide neon yellow-green stripe; an obvious limp in his stride. Tyler hears him too, he turns the flame down on the stove walking over to Josh as he enters the kitchen.
"How's that ass feeling Babyboy?" Tyler teases, smacking Josh hard on the ass, grabbing his cheek roughly. Josh winces, closing his eyes and bracing himself with a hand on the kitchen island, before slowly taking a seat next to you, letting out a groan as he settles in his seat.
"You two are gonna be the death of me." Josh laughs.
"Oh stop acting like a little virgin, 'cause we all know that ass is the farthest thing from it, Babyoy." Tyler sasses as he plates the food.
"Ummm did you see the size of that toy you had her use on me last night." Josh huffs pointing at you with his thumb.
"Funny , I didn't hear you complaining last night, plus I'm only doing what I'm told so don't blame me." You chuckle, smirking at Tyler.
"Yeah Babyboy and those noises you were making and begging for more definitely didn't sound like complaining." Tyler adds with a teasing laugh, as he slides your plates into front of you.
"Well now all the adrenaline and endorphins have worn off and I'm sore alright?" Josh retorts
"Alright, alright Babyboy, we'll give that ass a break today." Tyler snickers as he shovels food into his mouth.
