Birthdaypresent(s) [Broshler]

Tempting moments

Note: because there's 3 boys now in this story, I might write from different POV's. If needed I will put it at the beginning, trying to minimize any possible confusion :). We'll see.
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(POV: Tyler)

He didnt like to admit it, not even to himself. But he was jealous. Even though apparently Brendon and Josh had their share of issues, enough to make them move away, they did have each other and pretty much everything else you could want.

Love, a decent job (at least one of them probably, seeing the house they had), that house, yard, nice car...
Tyler had absolutely none of that. Not that he thought he deserved any of it, no, but it still stung him. He sighed as he rolled to his stomach in bed, pushing his face into the pillow. They were out of his league by miles, towering high above him. They were royals in his eyes, he was the servant. In this case the type of servant you'd use only for your own pleasure, and he would just obey.

It did make him feel bad, thinking like that. It wasn't so much that he thought bad of Josh or Brendon, they had been extremely respectful and not pressured him into anything. It was just that he had learned to think so low of himself, he couldn't have been more than just a body to fuck into. And honestly, that didnt even made sense. Why would anyone want him? It had been made very clear in the past that he was worthless, a nobody. Guess all he was good at was obey those who had miraculously picked him, and give them his body.

These moments, these very moments were so tempting. So incredibly tempting to relapse. He'd been clean of cocaine for about 6 months now, but the longer he was in his shitty, gross apartment, with his dreadful job as a pizza delivery guy, his crappy old car, his no friends at all, his just miserable life, the more he longed back to using again. He even started to forget why he got clean anyway, like, who would care if he would just start using again?

He propped himself up with a grunt as he heard his phone buzz, first of all trying to remind himself what day it was. Saturday. Right. He had to work later. He checked the time, 2pm, groaning again because that meant he had to get out because his shift started at 3pm.

And then he saw the text.

Josh
Hey Tyler, remember me :)? I was wondering if you'd wanna go out with me and Brendon tonight. Been a few weeks since we saw you, and I just thought you'd might wanna hang out. Let me know? Bren and I will be at the same place we met.
Josh

Tyler blinked a few times, heavy frown on his face. What? Josh wanted him to go out with them again? Tyler hadn't texted any of them, as Josh had predicted, and so far he hadn't heard from them either. He slapped his own cheek when he felt a tiny smile creep up his face. Stop. He was sure this was just out of pity, not because they actually wanted him there. Well maybe, but then probably just to have their way with him again. Or maybe Brendon this time.

Tyler sighed. Shit. He didnt know what to do but he texted back anyway.

Tyler
Uhm I gotta work tonight, so I don't know yet. I'll let you know if I do

Josh
Oh, sure! What work do you do? Anyway good luck at work and maybe see you tonight!

Tyler groaned in utter confusion, sitting up because now he really had to get up and go. No matter how much he hated his job, he couldn't be late and get fired. He swung the curtains open, muttering random cusswords as he observed the rain pouring down. It was summer, definitely not cold, but the rain was obnoxious to say the least.

He got dressed and quickly ate a cheese sandwich before grabbing his keys and walking out. He ran to his car, sitting down and closing the door quickly to get out of the rain. He got the key in the ingnition, turning it to start but nothing happened. "No, no, no, no", he muttered, trying again and again. Nothing. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME", he yelled out, slamming his fists into the steering wheel with every word. He sighed, breathing deeply to avoid absolutely freaking out.