JOSH DUN VS THE WORLD ✓

CHAPTER ELEVEN: WE CAN DO OTHER THINGS BESIDES SEX

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{trigger warning: sexual content}

Josh wakes up some time in the middle of the night playing, Tyler tucked neatly into his side. His head rests on the middle of his chest, snoring softly with an arm thrown over his bare waist. The covers hardly cover their naked bodies, but Josh is still sweating from the heat radiating between them.

Although they did kiss on several occasion, the two ended up not having sex.

Tyler decided halfway through that he didn't want to go so fast since the only interactions they had were in an arcade when Josh was on a date, in a fever dream, and now. Instead of going all the way and leaving the possibility of this being a one night stand, they just made out and ordered pizza before falling asleep watching criminal minds in his bed.

Josh doesn't mind. The mundane setting makes it feel real to him, like a relationship not solely focused on one thing is possible. Sure, sex is a plus in a relationship, but he just wants to get to know this mystery man of his dreams.

There's music playing from somewhere, and it takes Josh a moment to realize it's his ringtone. Slowly so as to not wake Tyler up, he untangles himself from the sleeping man and pulls on the first pair of boxers that he grabs, climbing out of the bed and blindly stumbling to the kitchen.

He answers the phone on the last ring. "Hello?"

"Joshua Dun!" A male voice shouts, making Josh wince and pull the phone from his ear. "I believe we'll be meeting soon."

"Who the hell is this?" Josh asks. The voice sounds familiar, but only vaguely.

"As an associate of the League of Evil Exes, I challenge you on a duel to the death. The meeting will be at the first round of the Battle of the Bands, where I will defeat you and take control of Tyler's-"

"You have the wrong number," he mumbles, hanging up. He yawns loudly and picks up the cold tea on the kitchen counter, taking a sip before grimacing. "Ugh, that's just disgusting." Josh sets it down again.

When he gets back to the bedroom, Tyler's sitting up, scrolling through his phone. He glances up, smiling warmly at Josh.

"Who was that?" He yawns, stretching his arms.

"Wrong number. Nothing to worry about." Josh plugs his phone into a charger on the wall and retreats back into the room, where Tyler has spread himself across the bed, flat on his back.

His skin is pale in the dim light coming from the kitchen, and his dark eyes squint when Josh lies on his side next to him. They both have little to no clothes on. Josh isn't sure if the boxers he's wearing are even his.

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The silence is peaceful, but he can feel that Tyler wants more than calm and quiet. Josh rests his hand on Tyler's stomach, feeling it rise and fall with each breath the man takes. Tyler turns his head to face Josh, tracing the back of his hand down his cheek and chest.

He doesn't like the way Tyler looks at him, with admiration that didn't belong to be ejected towards someone like him. His eyes, half open and shiny with mischief, make Josh feel exposed.

"Why do I feel so close to someone that I've never met before?" He asks.

Tyler reaches his boxers, playing with the hem. "Are you sure we've never met before?"

"You can't answer my question with a cryptic one of your own. Besides, I'm sure I would remember you." Josh's breath hitches as Tyler grabs his chin with his other hand, kissing his jaw. "Please don't tell me it was when I was blackout drunk."

"That's not what I meant, but don't worry. You will eventually. After all, you've still got two lives."

Josh wants to ask what he means, but Tyler's hand is inside his boxers. He can't think properly. Any sense of vocabulary leaves him in that same instance, morphing him into an incoherent, moaning mess.

Tyler hushes him, placing feathered kisses down his neck and on his shoulders. "I still don't want to have sex with you."

A laugh tears itself through Josh's throat, which turns into a suppressed groan when Tyler. "Oh my god, you're such a tease."

"Not really." He smiles against his collarbones as he pushes Josh's boxers down and off. "We can do other things besides sex."

Tyler nudges Josh so he's flat on his back and positions himself between his spread legs. He rubs circles into his thigh as he lowers himself down to be parallel with his hips. Josh squirms under him as Tyler places gentle kisses along his navel.

The hot breath hitting his stomach send chills up and down Josh's spine. When his lips go lower, Josh's quivering legs tense up, thighs locking Tyler's head between them. One hand goes up to grab the pillow behind his head, the other finding a home in Tyler's hair.

Josh can feel Tyler's mouth moving at a quickly pace around him, his hands gripping the underside of his thighs with a tight grip. A snake in the pit of his stomach uncoils the faster Tyler goes, twisting and turning and spreading a venomous exhilaration through his veins.

He has to close his eyes and concentrate to keep the ounce of his self control that's left so he doesn't jerk up into Tyler's mouth. The man on top of him pulls off, his hand replacing his mouth. Josh doesn't open his eyes but instead feels Tyler kissing his inner thighs, whispering secrets he can't understand and never will into his skin.

Everything about this is new to him. Josh wasn't one to be intimate. He wasn't used to being taken care of like this. The closest thing he's ever had to a solid romantic relationship was the years he spent being with her, and she left his heart shattered and unfixable. Nobody could put the puzzle pieces together, not even Josh himself.

Nobody except Tyler, apparently. He feels vulnerable around him, and he hasn't felt that way in the longest.

Tyler goes down again, and it doesn't take long before that snake in Josh's stomach is writhing to escape. Josh lets out an embarrassingly loud moan as his soul begins to unwind all at once, his whole body vibrating with excess energy.

He hears Tyler grunt and moan as he pulls off of him and lets his head fall to his waist. Josh finally opens his eyes, and he sees Tyler with a hand around himself, his face buried into the dip of Josh's hip.

"Tyler," is all he can say, his throat closed up. He wants to chant his name, tell him that he's beautiful, but it feels too cheesy and Tyler shakes his head.

The man raises his head when Josh lets go of his hair, eyes shiny and jaw slack. His breath comes out in short, quick puffs. Josh grabs his face and kisses him fervently, and Tyler whines against his lips, finishing with Josh's arms around him.

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"Oof," Josh laughs nervously. "That was..."

"An experience." Tyler rests his head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.

He leans forward so they both collapse back onto the bed, Tyler crushing Josh with his weight. They don't speak for a while, just matching their breathing until Tyler rolls off, smiling.

"Seriously, though. Have we met?" Josh asks.

Tyler doesn't respond, but his smile quickly disappears. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"I doubt it." He turns on his side, mouthing at Tyler's shoulder. "I saw you in my dreams. Your answer can't get any weirder than that."

A beat passes, and Josh wonders fearfully if he's said something wrong. When Tyler speaks, it's softly and barely audibly.

"You died."

Josh starts to laugh, but stops when Tyler shoots him a warning glare. "You're serious?"

"Like I said." Tyler turns on his side, facing away from Josh. "You wouldn't believe me."