Sold To The Dun Boy • Joshler SHORT STORY

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Tyler stared at the television. The house was quiet, it was always quiet, but tonight it was filled with a layer of tension. Tyler could feel it crawl over his skin, he hated it. He wanted to break that layer, wanted to rip it apart and tell it to fuck off.

More importantly, though, he couldn't help the words flying in his head. He could kind of get a grasp at what Josh was saying. But maybe he didn't know everything exactly. He said that his sweetheart had started using the drugs he was supposed to sell. Maybe it wasn't all Josh's fault.

Maybe Brendon knew he was gonna die, and he just put that layer of guilt on Josh, make him believe it was his fault by saying he was sorry. Or Josh found it his own fault, could've saved him but was too late.

 It confused the younger, but fuck, be needed Josh back. He needed them to make sassy remarks, sit beside each other but not too close, for Josh's sake.

He needed that feeling of real again, but now it was as if he had thoroughly lost his chance. I mean, he could take one more chance but was it really worth it. Josh had made his point. And Tyler was being selfish.

A soft cold hand was placed on his exposed shoulder, from the jacket falling to the side, making Tyler look over at the middle-aged face of the woman, Marley. "It's almost eight o clock, love. Do you want me to fetch you anything else before I leave?"

Tyler smiled up at her. He shook his head and turned back to watch the movement of the television. He heard the lady getting ready behind him, as she then said a quick farewell to the younger before leaving the house. Tyler didn't say anything back, instead of looking at his palms.

"He's not a bad guy," Tyler spoke to himself. "He just got sucked into this." He flexed his fingers. "He's just scared. He's always scared." Tyler turned, looking at the staircase.

He was hard-headed, he wouldn't give the man the peace he wanted. Instead, finding himself traveling up the stairs and to Josh's room. He grabbed on the knob, gently pushing it open, seeing the dark silhouette of a body laying down.

The snores told Tyler that he must've fallen asleep, he then creeping into the room, finding his way around the other side of the bed, and getting inside himself. He removed the jacket, left in just his boxers and moved until he was comfortable and sleeping on his side, facing Josh who slept soundly and peacefully.

Tyler watched his features with admiration, "Definitely not a bad person." Tyler curled in closer until his arms were touching the bare sides of the older. His fingers gently skimming down, feeling just the fabric of boxers. His breath hitched.

He looked at the man's pink lips, his breathing heaving and he couldn't help it as he leaned in slowly, taking the tired lips between his and kissing the man softly as he slept. It was lazy, it was slow, yet Tyler could feel the tongue that lazily poked out the other man's mouth.

Josh had moaned into the younger mouth, bringing him closer by placing his hand on his back and pulling him in. Their lips we beginning to move with more notice, taking in what was happening.  Josh pulled back just a bit to breathe, "B?"

Tyler looked at the man with wide eyes, he felt so sorry for him, he neede time and in his chance, he lost it. When their eyes connected, Josh's face turned into concern. "Shit, Tyler. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Tyler looked away. Maybe Josh was right. It would be best for them. "Do you want this to happen?"

Josh looked at the younger who was willing to give himself to this man. All of him, be the one to make him reach a peak in a way he had never experienced. "Are you a, you know?"

"Will, that be a problem?"

The thought was moved to the side. "I'll take care of you, no matter what."