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

°You're Mine, Pretty One.1°

There are four parts to this teacherxstudent series. It was one part, but it was almost 10k words, and it took me four days to edit between working and whatnots! Enjoy!

Tyler's been really touchy lately. Josh didn't know whether to complain, due to he having to get away from Tyler, as he would begin squirming and although deep down he wanted more, he could never go through with it. Tyler knows he wants to wait, respected it, but it never stopped him from biting at Josh's ear when they cuddled.

Or kissed and nibbled at his neck, moments before they would fall asleep. It was a never-ending war in Josh's head as he didn't know whether he was ready or not. He knew it felt good, the tingly burning sensation, his body getting all warm and melting in Tyler's embrace, falling into this pit of pleasure. From the simple buck of the olders hips, down to the way his hands moved so skillfully down his side and under his shirt.

Josh hated the feeling, he hated it because it was never fully experienced, and he wanted to wait just a bit because although he was eighteen, Tyler was his teacher. He tapped the thick new eraser of his number two pencil against the seemingly brand new notebook, his cheek smudged into his fist as his eyes focused on Tyler. The teacher expressing his love for literature, the description behind every sentence every word.

The way those thick red cherry lips moved as he spoke, or when he smiled and pearly crooked teeth would show through. It forced Josh's chest to flutter so dangerously, almost making him pass out. His favorite part in class is when he is so dazed that his mind starts playing tricks. Today, was no different, as Tyler was facing the bored, writing something down before turning around, taking the glasses off his nose.

His fingers tracing up his body before carefully unbuttoning each button on the crisp white shirt he had on today. Each one popping, echoing in Josh's ears, eyes tracing the way his fingers delicately open the shirt before they were done, and the flaps were open showing the tan torso. Josh loved Tyler's body, it was perfect, everything he wanted, splattered on this human being, that was older than him by twelve years. But who was counting anyway?

Tyler would then slowly slip the shirt off his shoulders, the man smirking at him as he made slow steps to Josh's desk, lean down, lean close to Josh's face and bring him into a kiss that took his breath away. Make his heart stop for just a second, he be surprised but then settle into this feeling. Raise a hand to curl it through the locks of Tyler's hair and pull him in. It took so long to try and kiss Tyler, now he can't live without sharing one with the man at least once a day.

He remembered taking Tyler into a supply closet because he hadn't been able to for three days and grew desperate. But he loved daydreaming, especially when it felt like he could actually feel Tyler's fingers trace his jawline and down his neck. Or feel the tongue press his lips in a want for access. Of course, he'd grant it, instantly want to get in Tyler's lap, wanting to be closer, more, more, a dangerous method that Josh had fallen in love with.

"Joshua!" Tyler yelled at him, his arms crossing over his chest as Josh shot up in his seat, now tired eyes looking at Tyler. And instantly blushing red, not because of the stare, but probably the slight ache in his pants. He looked down at the desk and began picking at the chipping off wood. "I do not tolerate sleeping in my class. That's a detention for two days, Mr. Dun."

Josh didn't even fight it, his mouth shut as he nodded, and couldn't get anything else out. He was the quiet kid, shy, timid at everything and everyone. His friends call it adorable, everyone else calls it annoying. Josh didn't know which one, but he felt like neither when he is with Tyler. And with that thought in mind, he realized detention meant he could go home with Tyler tonight, and a smile grace his face.