Thin

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A/N- I suck at writing smut so if this is awful I apologize in advance (,:
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Josh's POV
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Honestly I fucking hate work. Ever since Tyler ended up in the hospital, I've been checking on him constantly.

Josh- hi Ty, are you doing well?
Josh- I'll be home soon.
Tyler- yeah Josh, I'm ok. Don't worry. Everything is okay.
Josh- are you sure?
Tyler- fucking positive.
Tyler- by the way, I have a surprise for when you get home. 😚
Josh- aww, babyboy.
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Tyler seems to be doing okay. He usually isn't this flirty but I suppose I'll have to deal with it. It's cute anyways, so it's manageable. I shut my phone off and get back to work. Some guy walks into the store. "Hey, do you guys have any MCR merch?" The younger boy asks. I almost rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you're standing right in front of it." The younger kid turns around and noticed i was right. "Thanks dude," he says, while picking up at least 4 MCR shirts. Jesus fucking christ. Nobody ever buys this much. I glance at the kid and clear my throat, which startles him. "Hey kid, are you going to buy all of that? It's really pricey," I say, with an eyebrow raised. The kid nods the second I finish my sentence, and adds a "yep, it's for my girlfriend." Well shit, that's kind. "How sweet. Are you ready for me to ring you up?" The kid nods again and hands me his shirts. "That'll be $106.07," i say. He pays and then leaves. I check the time. It's 5:00. Fuck it, I'm leaving now.

I get in my car and begin driving home. I say out loud to myself "I wonder what that surprise is." I turn on the radio, and lucky me, Green Day was playing. I shout the lyrics to brain juice until I get home.
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Tyler's POV

Josh and I have been dating for over a year and we've only fucked once. I'm going to change that today. I go change into about the thinnest shirt possible and a pair of sweatpants. Nothing under them, by the way. Josh is going to like this, maybe even love it. Josh should be home in about five minutes, so I slip my hand under my sweatpants and lightly touch myself. I moan quietly when I hear josh unlocking the door. After that, I slip my hand out and lay on the couch as if I was watching TV. Josh opens the door and lets it a quick stutter of  "Tyler what the fuck?" I look at him and bite my lip, "is there something wrong, Josh?" After I said that, Josh shuts the door and looks me up and down. "Yeah, there's something wrong. You're just laying there like I'm not about to fuck you."

The moment after he said that, Josh was on top of me, leaving hickeys all over my neck. I let out a quiet whine and a shallow moan. "Moaning already?" Josh teases, "just fuck me already, Josh," I say shakily, and Josh says "whatever you want, Kitten." I blush at that nickname and my eyes widen as Josh moves to my waistband. He looks up to me for approval, and I nod quickly. Since I'm not wearing underwear, Josh doesn't need to do much else. He teases me a whole fucking lot, but then finally strips as well. "Ty, I don't have any condoms." I don't care josh, I want to feel you, I almost say, but I just say "that's fine josh. Just do it already" Josh nods and brings me into the bedroom. He pretty much pushes me onto the bed. His legs were in between mine, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried to find a way to get some friction. No luck. Josh noticed what I was trying to do and asked if I was ready. Of course, I nodded quickly.

Josh lines himself up and enters. Due to the lack of prep and no lube, it was a little painful at first, but that pain soon turned into pleasure. He thrusted quickly and jesus fucking christ, he teased me way too much. And before I knew it I was screaming his name and about to come. Josh told me multiple times, "quiet down, kitten. Do you want the neighbors to know what I've done to you?" Josh moves to a different angle and finds the spot. He knows he's found it because of how loud I'm screaming. He thrusts in that spot multiple times before reaching his climax and pulling out.

I couldn't sit down the next day.

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