Friends With Benefits//joshler [✔]

7. Make-up Sex

Tyler lay on his bed, playing a game on his phone bored out of his mind. He somewhat regretted leaving school, only because he now had nothing to do. His parents wouldn't be home for 4 hours, and school didn't end for 2. He was also ignoring the various texts and calls from Josh.

He sighed, thinking about the yellow-haired boy. Why couldn't he have stood up for Tyler just this one time? The brunette frowned, turning his phone off as Josh called again. He set his phone on his bedside table.

Tyler lay staring at the ceiling, silence filling the air around him, allowing himself to be consumed by his thoughts. He tried to ignore the heavy feeling in his chest when he replayed what happened in the locker room over again in his mind.

He sat up with a gasp when his bedroom door suddenly swung open. Tyler's eyes met Josh's dark brown ones as he released a heavy sigh.

"What do you want?"

"I thought you were with Dallon."

"And I thought you loved me."

"Tyler, I do."

"Yeah, really seems like it," Tyler mumbled, eyes rolling in annoyance.

"I do, I just-"

"I know. You care about how others think of you more than you care about being with me."

Josh went silent, eyes averting to the ground. Tyler knew he was right.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"Did you mean it?" Josh asked, eyes staying glued to his feet.

"Mean what?"

"That you hate me?"

Tyler swore he never rolled his eyes so hard. "No, I don't hate you."

Josh picked his head up just in time to watch Tyler's little eye roll. "Stop rolling your eyes at me."

"Make me," Tyler cockily replied.

Without hesitation, Josh lunged forward, knocking Tyler back on the bed. He held the boy's wrists above his head, lips dangerously close to touching.

"Are you going to do it again?"

Tyler couldn't hold back his smirk as he brought his eyes up to roll them again.

"Watch your attitude, kitten. Don't make me wipe that smirk off your face."

"What're you gonna do, daddy?" Tyler teased, forgetting his previous feelings as lust quickly took over. All he wanted right now was Josh.

Josh attacked Tyler's lips in a passionate kiss. Their lips danced feverishly, Josh's tongue working it's way into Tyler's mouth in dominance. The brunette let out a groan as Josh brought his thigh down against Tyler's crotch.

"Not so mad at me anymore, are you baby boy?" Josh spoke against Tyler's swollen lips.

Tyler shook his head, desperately rolling his hips up into Josh's thigh.

"Words, Ty."

"No, daddy."

"You want daddy to make you feel good?"

"Yes, please," Tyler begged, eyes swirling with lust.

Josh lifted himself off the smaller boy and sat on the edge of the bed.

"C'mere."

Tyler slid off the bed and positioned himself in front of Josh. The older examined him, biting his lip eagerly. Tyler had on nothing but a big t-shirt, and Josh was dying to see what was underneath. He slowly ran his hands up past Tyler's pudgy thighs and onto his hips, lifting the shirt up in the process. Tyler watched as Josh smirked.

"No panties?" Josh grinned, turning his gaze up to meet Tyler's.

"No..."

"Take your shirt off."

Tyler submissively raised the shirt over his head, letting it fall onto the ground beside him. Josh motioned for him to come closer, so he did. Josh had his legs spread, so Tyler sat on one of his thighs, moaning as Josh sucked a bruise onto his neck. One of Josh's hands rested on the small of Tyler's back while the other rubbed the inside of his thigh.

"T-Touch me, daddy..."

"What do you say?"

"Please?"

"Good boy," Josh smirked into Tyler's skin.

He finally moved his hand to grasp Tyler's cock, causing a small gasp to leave the boy.

"Like this?" Josh's voice was husky in Tyler's ear, making goosebumps arrive on his skin.

"Y-Yes, daddy, it feels so good. More please..."

Josh began to suck another spot on Tyler's neck as he stroked him, working him slowly to tease him. Moans fell past Tyler's parted lips, his head tilting back in pleasure.

"M-More, please," Tyler moaned out, hands running through Josh's yellow locks and occasionally pulling.

Josh worked him faster, loving the pretty sounds he was making. The more he worked Tyler, the more he felt himself growing hard.

"So hot, baby boy," Josh breathed against his neck. Tyler moaned in response.

"G-Gonna cum, daddy!"

"Go ahead, kitten."

Tyler's head fell back as a loud moan erupted out of him. He spilled out on himself and Josh's hand. Josh slowly worked him through his high, placing a gentle kiss on his lips when he was finished.

"Do you forgive me now?" Josh asked, lips brushing against Tyler's.

Tyler nodded. "Now let me return the favor."

Josh was not going to argue with that. He quickly wiped up Tyler's mess with the shirt he had been wearing. Tyler kneeled down in front of Josh, hands running up and down his thighs.

"You look so pretty down there, Ty."

Tyler smiled, leaning forward to kiss the outline of Josh's hard-on. Josh groaned, one hand tangling itself in Tyler's hair.

"Gonna make you feel good, daddy," Tyler mumbled into Josh's jeans.

And he did just that. They fell asleep afterwards, limbs intertwining with each other. Josh was sure he had made it up to Tyler, but Tyler couldn't shake the awfully familiar heavy feeling from his chest.