Gay/ Joshler

29.

(A/N josh looks so good sweaty amirite)

Tyler's pov:
I'm off to the hospital today. I may as well call it my second home.

I'm taking some memory prompts with me like pictures, videos, stories and anything else I can find.

Just as I go to knock on the door, I think otherwise. He'll recognise the knock and know it's me. "Morning' bud" I say with a quiet voice. "Hey, Tyler" his voice is deep and raspy. He must've shortly woke up.

"Whatcha got there?" he asks after noticing my arm full of supplies. "Photo album, um" I fumble around, lifting my salad box and album "Phone charger and salad for you" I perch on the edge of the leather seat, scooting to his bed to put my stuff on. "I am set on prompting your memory" I chuckle nervously.

"Ready to be cringed out?" slowly but surely I pull open the photo album, revealing a page of mine and Josh's first photo together on a pale blue back ground. The border is plain white with blue glitter sprinkled heavily on top. Our date is printed in a black felt pen below the photo. A smile creeps on my face, I place it on Josh's lap.

At first he laughs, clearly at the goofy picture of us. "We look so awkward". he points out. "Look at your hair then!" his hair was a shock of bright blue, when he first dyed it. "That's when you wanted blue hair, right?" he questions. "You're getting good at this" I widely beam at him. He remembers what I told him last time!

"May I?" he signals to the page, asking if he can turn it. I nod. Picture number two. A gross typical kissing couples photo. In the picture, you can see Josh smirking slyly or trying not to laugh. "Aw" I hear come from Josh's mouth. His eyes are fixated on that picture. "Wasn't we cute?" I ask, purposely de-railing his thoughts. "Yeah- we are" still looking at the photo. 'We are'? Did he mean to say that? He rapidly turns the page after realising what he said.

After lots of laughs and jokes. we've looked through the entire photo album, half an hour later. "Wait-" Josh sits up as if he just had a shock up his ass. "Huh?" "Pass the album" I hand it over, confused. He grabs it in a hurry, yet tediously flicks the pages. He lands on a photo of me dying his hair and pretending to lick his hair.

"Say if I'm wrong, this was when you dyed my hair...blon-red?" I stare at him for two seconds. "How do you remember that?" he looks at me, then to my fingers. "My hair was blonde. Then we dyed it red. You got hair dye on your hands and your favourite top, you made me buy you a new one".

I'm speechless and astonished.

"Y-yeah, that's exactly what happened" I hesitantly mumble. "What else can you remember?" it's a long shot, but it's worth asking him. He resumes to leaf through the precious pages, halting on some as if he's trying to recall something but can't, and proceeds.

"This, uh, is prom twenty...sixteen?" directing my eyes to our prom photo. He's holding me bridal style and we're gazing into each other's eyes, all lovey dovey. "We had matching tuxs" I add. "Which took us months to find 'cause you didn't like any ones we found!" we can't help but both erupt in fits of laughter.

*46 minutes later*
"Hungry?" "Starving".

I open the salad box and I hand it to him. My phone lights up so I swap my attention to a text message from Jenna. "You at the hospital?" just as I click 'reply', Josh taps my knee lightly. "Hmm?" he has the fork in his hand, struggling to use it. "Could you...uh... help me?" his cheeks flush red in embarrassment. Sympathy rushes all through out my body. "Hold it like a pen" he tries his best to hold it, but it keeps slipping through his fingers. Seems he's lost his hand-eye coordination.

"Shall I feed you? Are you comfortable with that?" what else was I supposed to do? He was struggling, I couldn't not help him! Josh hesitates, but agrees.  With the flimsy plastic fork the salad provides, I prod and stab the salad and chicken loading the small fork. I'm currently using all my might try to hold back aeroplane sounds as I hold it to his mouth. He takes it in his mouth and slowly chews. "Uh my god" he closes his eyes as well as making a sound of satisfaction. "It's so good to eat proper food!" he exclaims as I load more onto the fork. "Instead of soup or whatever was in that tube" "Yeah, it didn't look very nice" I have to agree. "Jenna's on her way up. Is that alright?" I best ask. He nods whilst munching away.

"Tyler?" he beckons me, mouth full of food. "Can I ask something?" his brows are furrowed, making his scar look visible. "Have we had sex?" I choke on my own spit. "Fucking hell, Josh" that was too random for me to handle. "Sorry, just asking". After composing myself, I sit up right and I take a long breath. "Yes. On many occasions. In different places, too". He looks up with grin wiped on his face. "Was it good?" how is he this confident? "Very good, every time was GREAT".

"I think I remember one time" I widen my eyes. "Wasn't we doing it in the shower?" My lips are pursed to stop any laughter that may escape. "Mhm", "And you was like, 'Uh, yeah...right there!!' right?" he carelessly makes loud pornographic moans, whilst bucking and rolling his hips and gripping onto the beds railings. "Josh! Shut up!" I rush to put my hand over his mouth, making just a muffled sound. "You can't say much! You was like, 'Mmh yeah, you like that? Turn around'" I stand at the end of the bed reciprocating every action: I thrust the air roughly like Josh would do with both hands attached tightly to my hips. I make exaggerated moans and grunts, whilst looking at Josh.

He clears his throat and drops his head. I turn to the door to see Jenna with a lifted brow. "Should I come back later?". That's all it takes for Josh to be in hysterics and me on the floor crying with laughter.