Tyler is lucky to have a boyfriend like Josh. Josh protects him, takes care of him, and treats him like he's a prince. Tyler smiles as he thinks about this, his hand resting in Josh's much bigger. They're at the bar. It was Tyler's suggestion, he was bored after a whole day of staying in. Tyler and Josh don't even drink, but Tyler likes to dance and feels more confident doing it around a bunch of drunk people who won't remember anything.
Tyler looks at Josh, who is talking to the man behind the bar. He thinks about how glad he is to have met Josh. They met on Tumblr, where Tyler posted daily about his daddy kink and Josh wanted to be his more than anything else in the world. Tyler used to run a rather dirty account, but he isn't allowed to now that he has Josh. Now, he just posts pictures of the two of them doing cute things while he gushes about how much he loves his daddy.
He admires Josh while he laughs at something the bartender said. He has a beautiful smile, and eyes that can make even angels swoon. Tyler rests his head against his hand, feeling as if he's deep in a dream. It seems unreal to him that Josh is actually his. Josh is so godly and Tyler is just... Well, just Tyler.
Josh laughs again, and Tyler now notices how the two men are leaning against the counter as they talk. Their faces are close, and Tyler really tries not to get jealous but he can't help it.
"Daddy," he mumbles, gently shaking Josh's arm.
Josh replies with a "hm", his eyes lingering on the man longer than Tyler likes.
"I wanna dance."
"Then go dance."
"Without you?"
"Yes, it's fine."
Tyler huffs and hesitantly slides off the barstool. He sees Josh return to talking with the bartender before he gets mad and goes to join the crowd of dancing people.
It's hot, everyone is sweaty, and Tyler feels anxious without Josh. He's smaller than everyone else, and gasps when rough hands grab his hips. He hopes it's Josh. He smiles and spins around, only to find a tall man holding onto him. Definitely not Josh.
"Who're you?" Tyler yells over the music, dancing with the man despite not knowing his name.
"Dallon," the man slurs. "You?"
"Tyler," he responds even though he's sure this guy will forget his name in a matter of seconds.
"You like to dance?"
"Love to dance," Tyler nods.
"Why don't you show me?"
Tyler glances over to Josh, who isn't even looking at him. He's too caught up with that other guy. Tyler feels himself get jealous again. He turns his back to Dallon, his butt pressed directly over the man's crotch. He sways his hips seductively, his hands reaching behind him to grab onto Dallon's shoulders.
"You're so good at that, baby," Dallon murmurs, his hands roaming over Tyler's body.
It feels wrong, and Tyler doesn't like it, but he wants Josh's attention. He wishes he was dancing for Josh right now, instead of this drunk dude he doesn't even know. Josh still isn't paying attention, and Tyler doesn't know if he'll even notice.
He's already bored and extremely turned off. Dallon tries to talk in a "sexy" voice but he just sounds like a moron. Tyler doesn't stop grinding his ass against Dallon, but still glances around the crowd to try and find a more attractive guy.
"Tyler!"
Tyler gets involuntary goosebumps, hearing the anger in Josh's voice. He stops dancing on Dallon, and turns to see Josh glaring at both of them. Tyler knows he's in trouble, but he doesn't care. He got Josh's attention finally.
