Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

•Tell Me You Don't Love Me•

....sad....smut
Is that even a thing
Riv

Tyler sat on the couch, a leg over his bent one to make them cross, his arms crossed over his chest as he sat in the dead silent house. No children on theirs were running around, none were asking for their cups of juices.

None were crying as they hurt themselves or another did. Tyler was so glad Jenna was so willing to take the three troublemakers for the night. It was just things Tyler had to deal with when it came to his husband Josh.

The successful man, that he had been with since high school. The one he had been with through thick and thin, the one who cried on his shoulders when they were dead poor broke. Tyler stayed with him.

He stayed with that man, and that man, now that he felt on top of the world, wants to throw it away. Stupid late nights, caused their intimate times together to flutter away. Instead, they would cuddle, or have small talk. And some nights, it was silent as they slept with their back to each other.

Stupid late nights, where Josh would come home, alcohol on his breath and blazer and button-ups wrinkled. Tyler hated taking care of him, especially when the kids were barely asleep. And the sight of their other father made them wide awake because they haven't seen him in so long.

And the last straw was when the fucker that has their hands on his husband for far too long for it to deal with anything of the job. Giving him those damned goo-goo eyes. Josh thinks Tyler is stupid. He thinks he can't see the way they look at each other.

Tyler cried, he cried for weeks. Josh never knew how much his husband cries himself to sleep. The kids are away in bed at nine, Tyler cries til ten and Josh walks in the house at twelve. It was a cycle, and Tyler thought he could leave.

Tyler has thought about leaving. Yet, he could see, he still had some tie to Josh. The man came here, that man would still give him a greeting kiss, no matter how sour it tasted on Tyler's lips. But Tyler knew, he still had a chance.

He looked at the clock, ten thirty. He gulped. He was mainly doing this for the kids. They get adopted and then the parents split. That's not what Tyler wanted for them. Next, he was doing it for him and Josh.

This obstacle they had run into, made Tyler pissed, he was his lover. Josh belonged to him. He heard a car door slam shut. He looked at the clock, it had barely been five minutes. Josh is home, earlier than usual.

The said man opened the front door and was surprised to find Tyler sitting in the living room. "Babe? You're still up?" Josh asked, placing his things down and walking over to him. He bent down, giving him a brief kiss on his lips.

"Yeah, I thought we could, you know. Talk." Tyler said as he let his fingers trace Josh's tie. Josh raised his eyebrows and looked at Tyler with a surprise.

"What about the-"

"They're at Jenna's."

Josh stood up straight and Tyler followed instantly. He didn't know what he was doing. He knew what he wanted to accomplish. But the way Josh looked as he tampered with the buttons of his shirt and pulling off the blazer, he lost it.

He was stripping Josh out of the suit, that wasn't the man he married. He married the skinny weird kid that made him smile when no one else. Said it was oka to cry because when you let out, it makes more room for happiness.

Tyler wanted him as he pulled off his own shirt, sitting in Josh's lap and smashing their lips together. Tyler kissed him hard, Josh's hands wrapping around Josh and pulling him close. Their chests warm against one another.