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: 8. Bonded :

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*Smut Warning!
Watch out for the '📿' For when it starts if you don't want to read and skip it.*

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Hours turned to days and days merged into a week. Not much was spoken about the incident and when it was spoken of, Tom's hands would shake and thats where they usually ended the conversation. They couldn't  even bring up Patricks name without someone bursting into a crying fit, and Tyler would call it pathetic if he didn't have any remorse for the boy.

The brunette sat in his cell, back against the wall as he sat on his bed. His knee pushed up to his chest as the other lazily hung from the side. Josh watched Tyler intensely as he threw the ball against the wall and reciprocated. He couldn't get Tomas' words out of his head.

Did he love Tyler? Has he become that important to him that a foreseer had to remind him of his prominent emotions? And what was this about a war between good and bad that leads to freedom? The freedom doesn't sound horrible but at what cost? Josh glanced back up to Tyler's beautifully deadpanned face. He couldn't imagine loosing Tyler.

Josh didn't realize Tyler had been staring back at him until the repetitive bouncing of his red ball ceased.  Thats how they sat, across the small cell staring at each other. The only light filtering from the small hole in the cell door casting shadows on the Joseph's face. It was the first time they've actually studied each other, noticed the things that werent there before. Tyler's hair had grown out, tuggable and fluffy. His lips pinker than usual since he had a  nervous habit of biting them. The brunette had gorgeous eyes and Josh could feel this weight in his stomach at the thought of holding Tyler, having him as his own and nobody else's.

"Josh..." Tyler said softly, his voice barely a whisper. He knew the other was looking at him the entire time, but seeing Josh's clouded eyes studying him as if he was undressing the brunette before his very eyes.

Josh slowly stood up. He remembered what Tomas said; 'if your emotions knock at your heart, you answer it.'

Tyler doing the same, never breaking the intense eye contact. It was like the first time they met, hard glares and silent judgment. Except there was no judgment, or harsh glares but rather intimate, intense stares.

Josh's heart pounded in his ears as his deep grey eyes glanced down to Tyler's lips. Tyler nodded softly, biting his lip, as if answering what he wanted with just a gesture.

Josh made the first move, glosing the tense space between them as his lips fit perfectly onto Tyler's. They moved in sync, Tyler getting too eager at times causing a clash in teeth but Josh only smirked into the kiss because he loved him anyways.

Tyler's hands found their way up Josh's chest, his broad shoulders and muscles setting a heat in his face as he tugged gently at Josh's curly hair.
The older moaned at the feeling.

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