Something -Twenty One Pilots AU

seventeen *M*

Soft rock and roll music lilted through Tyler's bedroom. The soft blue walls, covered in band posters, kept everyone else in the world out—leaving us alone.

Tyler was laying on the floor, his head on the carpet, his feet on the bed. His hands were behind his head, which was turned towards me—his eyes watching me.

I was sitting on his bed, braiding my hair. As I wrapped the hair tie around the end the third time, Tyler jumped up, briskly walked to the door, and locked it.

I laughed a little.

Tyler always got nervous behind locked doors.

We had never done anything serious before.

"Tyler?" I dropped the braid and rested my chin on a fist.

His eyes scanned me as he walked to the bed and sat beside me.

"You know I love you, right?" he whispered. He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

A blush crossed my face as leaned my head against him. "Yes. And I love you too."

"C-can I show you?" he stuttered.

"Show me what?" I teased him.

"Can I show you how much I... how much I love you?" he said and pulled away to look at me.

He stroked my face, neck, collar bone, shoulder.

"Yes," I confirmed and kissed him.

Tyler laid back, pulling me on top of him.

Our hip bones were pressed together, rubbing slighting, which his hands held tightly onto. My hands were placed on his shoulders, as we vigorously kissed.

As I laid on top of him, he hardened underneath me. His boner pressed into my area; my breathing became heavy.

I pulled away from our kiss to slide my hand underneath me to rub him.

His breath hiccuped, catching a little.

"Is that okay?" I whispered underneath my breath.

"Y-Yes," he said between heavy breaths.

In a whirl, he flipped me over, so he was on top. His knees straddled me as he ripped his shirt over his head.

Soon enough, is it was over. Wonderful. Indescribable.