Sold To The Dun Boy • Joshler SHORT STORY

6

3 weeks later

Bed rest has been horrible. Although the pain had subsided and he felt perfectly fine. Josh still had the young boy on bed rest. And Tyler knew why. Damn, he knew why and he couldn't help but smile a bit from how cute it was.

Josh didn't want to let go of Tyler.

No matter how many times Josh had talked about doing all these amazing things for Tyler, he was still here. He was still in the damned bed, doing the same routine of cold baths, eating breakfast lunch and dinner, a semi-warm bath before bed and repeat the next day.

He walks around his room when Josh isn't home, or when the doors locked when Josh is. He's perfectly fine, those accusation Josh made can now come into play, but he was still here. He heard the door to the home open and footsteps instantly making it's way to Tyler's room. Tyler went over unlocking the door, catching Josh on the other end with a smile and his hand up ready to knock.

"Hey," Josh smiled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks. His button-up sleeves were rolled to his elbows and the way he was biting his lip made Tyler want to slap him. Their friendship has changed a bit. They don't know where to place it. "Just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Tyler leaned against the door frame, the jacket Josh had worn when he was first here was wrapped around his body, and he had on some shorts, no underwear because they were so fricking comfortable. "Just came here to check on your pet?"

Josh looked at him like he had grown two heads. He raised his eyebrows, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry, I uhm...what?"

"Josh what's going on here," Tyler blurted, looking at the man with worry. "I don't mean us, so close your mouth." Tyler rolled his eyes. "You obviously don't want us to happen, so I'm gonna bring up Plan A. I'm fine, I'm healthy, I'm where you wanted me to be, so why am I still here?"

Josh shrugged once the words sunk in. "I didn't know you wanted to leave so instantly. I thought you would  want to stay."

"Of course I do, but it was your words. You said there was nothing going to happen between us. And if it is, you wouldn't allow it to go on because you're afraid."

"Tyler you have to understand that it's not a lie." Josh breathed out. "I just came to check on you, if you need me I'll be in my own room down the hall." Josh began moving, but Tyler grabbed his wrist pulling him so the man was caught off guard and pulled so Tyler was blocking the door.

He closed the door, the crash being heard through everything. "You can't keep playing with me like this," Tyler told the man. He was impatient, he has tried. But now it's all gone to a deeper hole. Whenever he looked at the man.

Whenever he saw the flick of Josh's wrist or the way he laughed. Or the way his lips moved when he talked, he couldn't get rid of the powerful being of lust in his brain. He couldn't help his need for the older.

He had tried to show him many times, but always got rejected. This time, there is no way out as Tyler began beckoning over to him until Josh sat on the bed. "Tyler, dude. Cmon."

"C'mon what? I'm sick of waiting, Josh. I see how you look at me, you want this too." Tyler began zipping down the jacket. "You hold me like I'm yours only, you take such good care of me. God dammit, you could be my very own daddy, with the way you're treating me. What is the problem?"

Tyler sat down on the man's lap, he heard a grunt from him, Josh's eyes closing for just a second. When they opened, they were looking at Tyler with this plea almost. Like for help. Tyler raised his hands, placing them gently on the older man's face before wrapping his hand around his neck.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he started. And began to make a slow rhythm with his hips. Josh laughed a bit, seeing Tyler motives, but went with it.

"You're welcome." His hands gently sat on the younger hip, they both now linked to each other.

"This is almost too perfect," Tyler whispered, leaning in, his hot breath trickling over Josh's neck making the older man shudder. Then he began placing wet kisses, and oh man, Josh was done. "Why can't it be this way, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me."

"No," Josh began pushing at his hips, but the young one was insistent. Yet when Josh gave up, Tyler's hips had snapped forward and he clutched harder around Josh's neck, whimpering into his ear. "Tyler, we can't do this. I'm so much older than you."

Tyler leaned down a bit, kissing closer to his collarbone, the man's head leaning back because no matter how much he denies it, he loved the feeling, the pleasure that the younger was sharing. "I'm twenty-three, Josh. I may not look my age, but c'mon, trust me on this."

"Oh god you're so much younger than me," Josh moaned as he saw how Tyler wasn't ceasing his movements. Or the way he kissed him, and he couldn't help but let his hands trail around to grab onto his ass and his hips bucked up into Tyler. "Oh fuck."

"Joshie." Tyler moaned against his neck. "You act like you're in your fifties. This is okay," his hips were moving faster. In circles and he felt the way Josh's fingers added pressure to his clothed over hole. He wouldn't mind if Josh had stuffed his hand in his shorts, but he guessed the older man needed more time.

"Ah," Tyler whimpered into his neck, his right hand clawing at his clothed over back and his fingers gripping harshly on the small hairs on the back of his neck.

"You gonna come pet, fuck, you look perfect." Josh moaned into his ear. When Tyler's head willed back, he couldn't help but suck on his tan skin and watch. The finger that pressed against his hole, wrapped around and began palming the younger. His moans were like music to his ears.

The way his ass repeatedly rubbed against his own erection, the bliss look on his face until it scrunched up as he came close to his finish. "C'mon baby. Make a mess, make a mess for me." Josh bit at his earlobe, hearing the younger man shriek and shake in his grasp.

"Ah gah- Joshie!" Tyler grunted into the man's neck, his hips stuttering from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He breathed out a few, regaining his strength before moving from off the man's lap to the floor.

"No, no Tyler," Josh told him as he began pulling on the man's sweats. He grabbed his wrist when the younger wouldn't stop trying to pull them down, instead, he stood up and pulling the other with him. The tent in his pants poked at the younger thighs, and Tyler kind of giggled, but stopped at the serious face.

"Why don't you let me help you?" Tyler went to pry, trying to move from the grasp of Josh's hands, but they wouldn't budge. He began to whine.

"Because I told you this once and it seems like I have to tell you again." Josh leaned in close, eyes daring. "Nothing can happen between us."