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

°The Bad Boy Has The Pretty Lover°

Tyler hated the lingering eyes as he made his way through the school. He hated the way they killed his self-esteem, the way they judged his every step. It was like he was never safe as he trudged through. Thirteen years of this hell, and this is what he gets.

Judgment, rejection, hate, tease from every corner of his peers that he had been with for those years. They all turned their backs and giving Tyler a hard time. How could they?

Well not everyone.

"Tyler!" a cheery voice yelled, making Tyler's heartstrings pull and it beat faster. Making the undeniable smile etch his face and his eyes sparkle. His fingers twitched as the face of his lover came closer to him and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Tyler wrapped his arms around Josh's smaller body, making sure his skirt stayed down and eyeing everyone who tried to look at his little baby. Josh giggled into his ear, giving Tyler a kiss right below it because Tyler loves it.

When he pulled away, the said boy was blushing looking down at him. "Well, you like it?" Josh sassed.

Josh was groomed in a pair of black skate high vans, a white skate skirt adoring his waist, and black band shirt that actually belonged to Tyler. He had on a leather jacket, this time it fits him because it wasn't Tyler's, his hair was waving and untamable.

Tyler smiled down at him, he looked really good. "You look fucking amazing, baby," he whispered, pulling Josh close to him. Josh gasped, hitting Tyler in the chest, making them both laugh. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Tyler looked around, he didn't care what these fuckers think. He pushed Josh against his locker, lifting a hand to lean into the locker while the other played with the waistband of Josh's skirt.

His lips were pressed to Josh's, their kiss harsh and fast. Tyler already making the younger boy moan, the hand playing with the skirt lowering until it was then on Josh's thigh, skimming his inner thigh.

He felt Josh take in a stuttered breath as his fingers trailed up slowly. Tyler pulled away from his lips, sucking on his neck, fingers riding up and touching the soft silky panties, his finger gliding along Josh's hardening shaft.

He heard Josh whimper in his ear, his bucking forward for Tyler to touch him more. Yet Tyler didn't give in, sucking harder on his skin, leaving behind marks. "Fucking amazing, sound so good."

Tyler then pressed himself against Josh, grinding against him slowly, "Joseph!" Tyler pulled away, turning around, but not all the way to cover the fact that he was actually getting hard. "My office now!"

Tyler rolled his eyes. That's why he was eyed, that's why he was looked down upon. Hated, judged by his peers. He was a bad boy, and he didn't care. He turned to Josh, "meet me at my car, you'll be there before me." He dug in his pockets giving Josh his keys. "Keep the door locked until I get there."

Josh nodded, giving Tyler one more kiss before Tyler made his way down the hallway, fixing his jacket and looking straight ahead, avoiding the eyes.

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Josh won't lie. Although he was a golden child, favored by his parents, loved by the school because really what is there to hate. Known by the community and attends church every Sunday, he still couldn't get rid that thin layer that was so hard to grasp at, filled with lust and wanting for the boy walking to the car.

He watched how Tyler's squinted eyes scanned the array of people walking by him, giving him the look of disgust, Tyler never did anything wrong. So what could it be, no one knows. He's just become this target, and he doesn't get in fights or anything.

Most of the time.

But that one time where Tyler stood over Josh, the way his hands controlled where his eyes went. The way Tyler spoke softly into his ear, touched him, made such provocative hand gestures, Josh was a goner. Brought to his knees by him, looking up to him like he was the all-seeing eye.