In the time that Josh was gone, Tyler was thrown into a distorted pit of chaos like nothing he had ever experienced before. Shortly after Josh had left, photos had emerged of the pair which caused Tyler to be overwhelmed by every fan and their dog. All of which were demanding explanations about the two. Tyler being Tyler just threw away his phone and changed back to his friend's only cell, where he began to call Josh's number hundreds of times.

The sound of Josh's voicemail drove him halfway insane, and he was totally helpless. So Tyler fell back into a routine which he hadn't had since back before 2007. By the third day he locked all the doors to his house and wouldn't let Ryan come in, not even Kanya. Instead he disregarded his bodily needs and hygiene to instead dig into his best stashes of heroin and other downers. If Josh was going to take his time, Tyler would just have to make it go by a little faster.

Tyler despised of Joshua Dun. He had ruined Tyler's life more than once and now Josh thought he could just escape all consequences by disappearing off the face of the Earth.

The thought of Josh's face made Tyler sick, his voice made Tyler's blood boil. How could he leave Tyler to deal with his mess all alone?

As mad as Tyler was, he found himself thinking more and more about Josh and he came to a realisation. Not only was Tyler mad that Josh had left, but Tyler was also mad that Josh left him. He was desperate to see Josh again, and for that, he felt both hopeless and disgusting.

The thought of Josh never left Tyler's mind during the 2 weeks of suffering Tyler had endured. While the drugs dulled his thoughts, he still felt the nagging presence of the boy looming over his thoughts.

Tyler had grown sick of being alone after two whole weeks and forced himself away from the needle for one day. He covered himself in all black, topping the outfit off with Josh's Death Cab hoodie which he stole, pulling his hood up and sliding on sunglasses. If there was anyone who would treat him like a human, he knew just the person.

"Isra." Tyler started, walking into the reception like he owned the place.

"Tyler?" She furrowed her brows, confused.

"I need a hug." He mumbled, his brick-wall exterior cracking.

"Oh, darling. Come here." Isra cooed, opening up her arms.

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep.

I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams.

-Kesha, Your Love Is My Drug

The plan had been to go to Tyler's house and talk to him. It would've been a great plan if there wasn't one big problem.

Josh had no idea where Tyler lived.

So he rode to Ryan's apartment. Once he got there he held the helmet under his arm, using his spare key to get inside.

"I swear to gosh, Tyler, you need to kn- Hi Josh." Ryan shouted from the couch, quieting down at the end.

"Hey Ryan." Josh grinned, sitting on the couch armrest.

"So he finally returns. How was the big adventure?" Ryan hummed, resting his head on Josh's thigh because Josh had taken up his headrest.

"Same old." Josh shrugged. "Anyways, as much as I missed you I'm kinda looking for Tyler."

"He's not gonna talk to you."

Josh looked hurt. "Why not?"

"He hasn't even talked to me in over a week. You're in deep shit." Ryan hummed.

"Do you at least know where he is?"

"No. Josh, he skipped brunch twice, this is some serious shit."

Josh sighed. "Oh, God."

Josh felt deflated. "I guess I should just go get some work done then. Sorry for bothering you."

Ryan mumbled an "it's okay." before he let Josh go, watching the upset boy disappear down the hall.

Truth was, he was angry at Josh. He had nothing against the guy needing to leave, but he wanted to know what he had found which was so great. Josh had so many people lying at his feet, Brendon, even Tyler, and he still would leave them behind for some mind detox. Bullshit.

Josh parked in the employee parking, going inside through the back but making sure to drop by the reception.

"Hey, Isr- Ah." Josh choked on his own saliva and spluttered for a moment.

It took Josh a second to piece together the scene, but he'd recognise that- his, hoodie anywhere. "Tyler?"

"Sorry, Tyler isn't talking to anyone right now." Isra said, turning her nose up at Josh.

"Isra... I thought we were pals.." Josh frowned. "I need to talk to him."

"I need to talk to him, just one question. You know how many other journalists have asked that?"

"Christ..." Josh mumbled. "I need to talk to him as a person. Not a journalist. Plus he stole my hoodie."

"Blasphemy." Tyler mumbled, his face tucked into Isra's neck and the hood of his hoodie up.

"I can't stand you." Josh sighed.

"You heard him, it's gonna take a lot more convincing than that."

"Why are you both mad at me! I'm so fucking confused." Josh groaned, pushing his palm into his eye in frustration.

"Do you know how many people have been coming in and out of work discussing who Tyler's mystery boyfriend is?" Isra asked, her face stony.

"I said it wasn't me! I gave facts!" Josh pouted.

"You're hearing me, but you're not listening. You got yourself out of it, but it was clear as day that Tyler was in that photo. Now, for two weeks, he's been bombarded with questions and theories while you've been off in dreamland."

Josh sighed gently. "When Tyler wants to talk to me himself I'll be working in one of the booths." He nods before going off.

Tyler didn't follow Josh until a few minutes later, then the door slowly opened to reveal a hunched over man still concealed by Josh's hoodie.

"What do you want?" He asked, looking up at Josh with a scowl.

"For you to talk to me like I'm a real person." Josh shrugged, looking up from his laptop. "I get it, you're mad that I left you to deal with that alone but I still don't know what else I could've done."

"'That's not me I have a tongue piercing and tattoo'," Tyler quoted, "Like they're actually going to believe that, they're not dumb- what the fuck is that?"

"You just said it yourself." Josh grinned, his tongue poking out.

Tyler groaned and flopped down into the seat next to Josh, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you." He acted annoyed, but truthfully he did find it a little entertaining.

Josh smiled proudly. "Truth be told, I wasn't gonna get a tattoo but then I tweeted- Yah know.."

"So now you're out of this and it's just me. I can't believe you, Joshua."

"I don't know what else I'm supposed to do, Ty." Josh mumbled.

"You know what they're saying? You know who they think my mystery man is?" Tyler asked, his eyebrows raised.

"No..." He shook his head.

"They think," Tyler leaned forward and poked Josh's chest. "They think that I'm having a secret romance with Pete Wentz!"

"They think I look like fucking Pete Wentz?" Josh pouted. "I look nothing like Pete Wentz."

"Exactly!" Tyler cried, "Some of them even think Patrick is in on it too."

"Fucking- I am not Patrick Stump. Fuck this."

"You at least, are somewhat attractive." Tyler said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can't argue with you without you saying the weirdest shit." Josh groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Wait- You think I'm attractive? It's the piercing isn't it." He began to ramble.

Tyler panicked, "Well- no- as a specimen I think you're attractive."

"A specimen? What kind of back-handed compliment is that!"

"I'm trying my best here, Joshua!"

Josh was quiet for a moment. "I missed you, while I was gone, ya know."

Tyler seemed surprised. "I'm sorry I stole- borrowed, your hoodie. Brendon was mad about it."

"Where'd you even get my hoodie..."

"That's not the point! I mean that... I missed you too a little."

Josh blushed slightly. "That's cool... I mean- it's not cool.. But..."

"I didn't think you were coming back, you asshole. Everyone said you'd be back in three days and then you were gone for two whole weeks."

"I'm an independent man, Tyler. You don't have to know where I am all the time."

"Gosh, at least give me a warning! I thought you were dead!" Tyler yelled louder than he meant to.

"God, I'm sorry." Josh sighed. "If I knew it was that big of a deal I would've told you."

"Blasphemy." Tyler muttered. "Why were you gone so long anyways? Why did you leave?"

"I left because I was stressed and I- I wasn't meant to be gone so long. I just got a bit preoccupied..."

"What distracted you for two weeks?" Tyler demanded.

"I met an old friend and made a new one, Tyler. Heaven forbid."

Tyler slumped back in his seat, now switching to the role of a child being scolded instead of vice versa. He wanted to know why these people worth spending time with for so long instead of himself, but he knew he wouldn't like the answer.

"At least take your phone next time."

"But I don't take my phone on purpose.." Josh sighed.

"What if I want to call you?"

"You got mad last time I called you. Didn't pick you as the phone call type."

"You practically accused me of being a drug addict." Tyler rolled his eyes.

"I asked you if you were on something, that's not the same thing!"

"And what if I was? Would you have gone and tweeted about it?" Tyler asked.

"Addiction isn't fucking funny, Tyler. We're not talking about this now." Josh glared.

Tyler was hurt but brushed it off with sarcasm, "Oh yeah, where were we? Ah yes, the part where you get mad at me for caring about you."

Josh glared at him. "It's all about you! I'm so sorry that you got attached to me even though you-" Josh poked Tyler's chest with his finger. "Treat me like shit all the time, constantly belittle me and act like all I am is my job. I am so sorry that you finally found the time of day to treat me like a human after I left."

Tyler looked as if he were going to blow, and he did. "It's because I'm terrified of you!"

Tyler had yelled so loud that if it weren't for the throbbing in his ears, he would have been paranoid that the sound could have been heard on the other side of the wall.

Tyler noticed the way that Josh looked at him almost expectantly, he stood up and began to pace.

"You walk around like you know you're respected- and you don't care what people think of you. You're so confident and you're not scared of anything. Even when I am an asshole you still come back, and if I were you I would have shredded Tyler Joseph's career back in 2008."

"I'm scared." Josh started, "I'm so fucking scared that the second I stop acting all confident, the dream's gonna end and I'm gonna go back to living on the fucking street, doing everything I can just to fucking end it. So you know what? I'm proud of where and who I am! I deserve to be respected for once and that's all I've ever wanted from you!"

Tyler stared at him, "You have had my respect since 2007."

"When you called me my best friend's groupie? Mad respect, Joseph. You respected me when you- My fucking teen crush humiliated me in front of countless celebrities?"

"I'd been watching you that night, and I have to admit that I was jealous. I only didn't like you because I stereotyped you. If you had been crushed, and not have overcome what I'd done how you had, I would never have forgiven myself. You're a lot tougher than me, Joshua."

Josh exhaled through his nose, a small laugh. "I could never be as tough as you, the shit you've had to deal with from the media since you were 16. That shit's so fucking scary."

Tyler chuckled, "Why do you think I became such an asshole? I learnt that most people don't just befriend you, or try to get into your pants, unless they want something."

"I only wanted to be your friend." Josh frowned.

"I know that now, I wish I did back then." Tyler said, sounding sad.

Josh rested his head on the table, deflated.

"Was I seriously your teen crush?" Tyler asked with a smirk.

"I was obsessed with you." Josh mumbled against the table.

"How badly did I fuck that up?" He questioned.

Josh didn't think much about the question. "You just hurt my pride a little bit, 's all."

Tyler paced over to Josh and lifted his chin off the table so that the other boy was looking up at him. Tyler had a strange look of determination in his eyes.

Josh gazed up at Tyler, his lips pursed as if he was trying to say something although he had nothing to say. "What are you-"

"Would younger you have been younger me's groupie?" Tyler asked in a serious voice.

Josh giggled. "What kinda question is that? But- Like, yeah, I would've."

"What about present you and present me?" Tyler persisted, a slight pink in his cheeks despite the lack of emotion on his face.

"Are you asking if I wanna fuck you?" Josh giggled once more, smiling. "I don't understand you, Joseph."

"Joshua, I'm sorry but I'm the one who does the fucking."

Josh's face fell. "Holy shit, you're serious.", "And bad at flirting with boys, baby, I can help you." Josh grinned.

"Sorry, it's only my first-fucking-time flirting with a guy." Tyler rolled his eyes and slipped a hand behind Josh's neck, resting it at the base of his head.

"Please, God, shut up and make out with me."

"Blasphemy." Tyler muttered before kissing Josh so hard that their teeth collided.

Josh pulled away, trying so hard not to laugh. "Did we just fucking- Holy shit we're terrible." He smiled bashfully, connecting their lips gently.

"Shut up, I think I've wanted to do that for two years." Tyler mumbled against the corner of Josh's lips.

Josh broke the kiss once more, still smiling. "Are you kidding me? I've been trying so hard to let you know I'm available and all it took was a fight?"

Tyler rolled his eyes, "A lot more than just one, actually."

"You're such a bitch.." He pouted.

"Can I kiss you or not?"

"You could eat my mouth and I would not care less."

But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

-Arctic Monkeys, 505

A makeout session may have not seemed all that classy to most people, but to a couple which had seemingly hated each other for two years to avoid their feelings. Well, nothing could have seemed more romantic.

It was strange for both of them, sneaking out of the studio like teenagers at a school prom. Both were pink and giddy, their hair messed up and shirt clothes creased from wandering hands.

"I don't- I don't suppose you drove here?" Josh asked, leaning into Tyler's side like he had a few weeks ago, desperate to be close to Tyler.

Although Tyler didn't push him away (instead he pulled his hood up and wrapped an arm around Josh's shoulders) he sped them through the car park and to his car. "How'd you get here? The only other car is Isra's." Tyler asked, confused.

"Um- That's mine." He nods, pointing at the motorcycle. 

Tyler looked awestruck as he gasped at the stylish motorbike. "God, you are so hot- as a specimen." Tyler giggled jokingly.

"Blasphemy." Josh nodded, sitting shotgun in Tyler's car. "Can you rearrange my guts, as a specimen? Since I'm so hot."

"What does that even mean? You are going to be the death of me, Dun." Tyler groaned, twisting the car key into acceleration.

Josh giggled. "You don't even wanna know."

"Are all gay people like this or did I draw the short straw?"

"It's just cause I'm desp- A cool, hip gay guy."

"You weirdo." Tyler smiled affectionately before speeding out of car park in a cloud of dust, just as he had last time.

"Did you have sex with those people you met?" Tyler asked casually after minutes of silence.

Josh blushed furiously. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say. They were very affectionate." He mumbled, looking down at his lap.

Tyler gasped, "I knew it! It's the Urie affect."

"What exactly is the Urie affect?" Josh grinned, looking back up at him.

"If you spend too much time with Brendon, your brain slowly starts to deteriorate and all you can think about is sex." Tyler state's matter of factly.

"No, Tyler. I spend too much time desperate for one guy to root me that I need to release that energy." He hummed.

"Root?" Tyler cried, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"I want you to put your dick in me, dipshit!"

Tyler's face was bright red and he sped up a little faster. "Don't judge my house, okay? I didn't think I'd be having any guests over."

"Of course, it's fine." Josh promised, smiling at him.

Minutes later they were cruising through the hills, entering the estate which was incredibly expensive but a lot quieter than where Brendon's house was located. They reached Tyler's house which was concealed by a wall of red rose bushes and a large gate which required a lengthy code to open. The house itself was massive and gothic, with a large pool peeling around the side. The red curtains were drawn closed at every window, including the balconies.

Tyler parked in line with the front door and opened the door for Josh, then unlocking the cherry red door with a key. "Welcome to my castle."

"Holy shit." Was all Josh could get out, looking around in complete awe.

"I know, for someone who doesn't throw parties often, I'm a hoarder." Tyler said pridefully as he showed Josh around the main foyer which was littered with strange artefacts and other bits and pieces.

"This is beautiful, Ty." Josh said quietly, admiring the room.

"I'm glad you like it. What would you like to do? Make out in the kitchen? Make out in the pool? Ooh, make out in the attic?" Tyler smirked playfully.

Josh laughed, amused by the question. "What's so hot about the attic?"

"It's where I write, the actual studio is in the basement though."

Josh smiled adoringly. "That's cute."

"I'm glad you like it. Come on." Tyler smiled before taking Josh's hand and eagerly pulling him towards the stairs.

The house was full of twists and turns but at the end of a hallway, Tyler revealed that there was a secret door which lead to a spiral staircase in the wall.

"I feel like some medieval thief finding their way into a castle tomb." Josh nodded proudly.

"I know it seems a little over the top but if people I didn't really like got in here... it's a lot of private shit."

"And you're taking me here to stick your tongue down my throat? I feel blessed."

Tyler smirked, "Private shit." He repeated before leading Josh up the stairs.

"But I want everyone to know about this monumental experience!" Josh joked.

"Gosh, could you imagine my parents?" Tyler laughed, only finding it funny now.

Once again, Josh was dumbfounded by such a lavish room. He looked around the room in awe. Sunlight trickled in through cracks in the red velvet curtains leaking onto a dark wooden desk, holding a laptop, notebook and many pens, which was sitting in the centre of the room. The dark grey walls were fitted with large, scenic paintings wrapped in golden frames along with high-quality photos of things close to Tyler's heart which he found inspiration in.

Also hung on the wall was a black guitar stand, holding up a beautiful steel-string acoustic guitar. If this was what Tyler used to write his songs with, Josh couldn't wait to see the instruments down in the recording studio. Tyler turned to look at Josh, sliding his hand through the other boy's hair like he had done earlier, looking into his eyes almost daringly.

Josh snapped his gaze away from the room, looking up at Tyler's eyes desperately and waiting for something, anything from the other boy.

((smut warning))

For a guy who'd never touched another man, Tyler sure knew how to be a tease. His hand trailed down Josh's clothed side before slipping under his shirt, ghosting his chapped lips against Josh's.

Josh grinned, nipping Tyler's bottom lip lightly. "You're not allowed to tease me, this has taken too long."

"But Josh, did you forget that I am a bit of a prick?" Tyler joked. He liked taking his time with Josh, admiring his masculine form.

"Please, Tyler." Josh begged gently.

Tyler's body shuddered and his skin felt like fire, and suddenly keeping distance between him and Josh didn't seem appealing whatsoever.

"You're tearing me apart." Tyler moaned, pulling Josh against him and invading his mouth. "Is this what you wanted?" Tyler asked, kissing Josh open-mouthed.

Josh whimpered against Tyler's mouth, his hands reaching up to tug at the hoodie Tyler was wearing.

Tyler broke the kiss in minimal timing just so that he could rid himself of the thick material, then instead pushed his hands under Josh's shirt and pulled it over the other boys head.

Josh's bottom lip caught between his teeth as he admired Tyler's chest. "You're so hot."

"Gosh, have you seen yourself?" Tyler asked breathlessly, his cold hands sliding over Josh's toned chest.

Josh's blush spread all over his body as he giggled. "What can I say? I work out."

"I'm so thin compared to you, I wish I had abs like this." Tyler pouted, totally captivated by Josh's body.

"Think you're strong enough to push me against the wall?" Josh joked, trying to avert the praise from himself.

Tyler grinned as he interlaced his fingers with Josh's, pushing him against the wall and holding his hands beside his head.

"Sorry." Tyler quickly apologised when he heard Josh's headbang against the plaster wall.

"Fuck me." Josh breathed out, staring at the older boy with a small grin.

"Is that what you want?" Tyler asked, his lips pressed to Josh's neck.

"Mm- Yeah. Please."

"My own little groupie." Tyler smiled

"Shut the fuck up." Josh whined helplessly, pulling one hand from Tyler's and dragging his fingers through Tyler's hair.

"You caused such a scene back at that party. But it was only cause it was true, you baby." Tyler teased, as if he was trying to get on Josh's nerves.

"I'm not a fucking groupie, c'mon." Josh mumbled, curling his fist in Tyler's hair to try to distract him.

Tyler's head was tugged back only slightly and he gasped, his hands leaving Josh's to trail down his chest.

"Men are just like women, right? When it comes to the nipple thing?" Tyler asked seriously, pausing for a second.

"Have you never- God this is humiliating- Have you never touched your nipples, Tyler?" Josh sighed quietly before nodding slowly.

"Shit, really? And no I haven't. I'm new to this." Tyler muttered defensively, his eyes trailing down Josh's chest curiously.

Josh watched Tyler, grinning. "I feel like a bad influence."

"Oh you are. I'm so going to hell for this." Tyler joked, but the glint of fear in his eyes was impossible to miss.

Josh frowned, kissing the top of Tyler's head as if that would make it all better.

"Hey, if I end up flipping my shit about this at some point either tomorrow or months away... can you be patient with me?"

Josh nodded gently. "Of course."

Tyler smiled, leaning forward and slowly trailing his lips across Josh's collarbones, his breath hot against his skin. Josh tangled his fingers in Tyler's hair. "Please stop teasing me." Josh begged before something in him clicked. "You have no idea what you're doi-" He was quickly cut off by a short gasp. Tyler stuck his tongue out, flattening it against Josh's skin and slowly dragging the tip up against Josh's nipple. While his mouth was occupied, Tyler's hand reached up to tease the other one.

"Please just touch me." Josh begged, squirming against the wall.

"I thought that foreplay is important?" Tyler frowned, looking up at Josh.

"Foreplay is more than touching each other's chests, you loser." Josh groaned, pushing Tyler away gently and dropping to his knees in front of him, looking up at Tyler expectantly.

Tyler looked down at Josh with wide eyes, his breath catching in his throat as Josh's hands groped his hips. Tyler's hand rested on the side of Josh's face and the younger boy turned his head so that he could press kisses all the way from his palm and along the collapsed vein in Tyler's forearm.

"Take your pants off already." Josh hummed, looking up at him again.

"I thought that you were supposed to do that for me." Tyler smirked.

"Don't talk back when I'm about to put your dick in my mouth." Josh smirked back, undoing Tyler's belt quickly and fumbling with the fly of his jeans before pulling them down passed Tyler's knees.

Tyler avoided Josh's eyes, he felt uncomfortable that although he still had his boxers on, the thin white lines on his thighs were already poking into sight.

Josh didn't mention the scars as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the bulge in Tyler's boxers slightly. The action took Tyler's breath away, his fingers twisting into Josh's hair and tugging the strands encouragingly.

Josh whimpered quietly, moving away again to pull Tyler's boxers down his thighs. He bit his lip at the sight in front of him, looking up at Tyler in something similar to shock.

Josh took a deep breath and collected himself, reaching up to wrap his hand around Tyler's cock, pumping slowly while keeping eye contact.

Tyler struggles to keep eye contact as his eyes kept fluttering closed unintentionally. His teeth had sunk into his bottom lip in an attempt to quiet the sounds which slipped from his mouth which were either sounds of pleasure or words of blasphemy.

Josh smirked to himself before sticking his tongue out, licking the tip of Tyler's cock and making sure Tyler felt the cool metal of his piercing. A groan left Tyler's mouth as he shuddered at the foreign feeling, he'd been given head before but never by anyone with a tongue piercing.

Josh wrapped his lips around the tip of Tyler's cock gently, pushing himself slowly as far as he could without gagging. Tyler leaned back and was grateful that his desk was there to support him when his knees felt weak. "You're so hot." He moaned, not specifying whether he was referring to the temperature of Josh's mouth or the sight of the younger boy below him.

Josh moaned quietly around him, closing his eyes to ignore tears when he began to bob his head lower. Tyler lost himself in the pleasure, beginning to babble incoherent nonsense and tug on Josh's hair as he thrust his hips forward in time with his movements. Receiving head from another guy was so much better than a woman, Tyler decided.

Josh would whimper and moan with every thrust, his throat sending small vibrations through Tyler's dick. Not long later, Tyler finally shoved Josh away, his skin pink and his chest panting as he looked down at the other.

Josh looked up at Tyler, his eyes wet, his lips parted and spit falling from his mouth slightly. Tyler kicked off his pants before kneeling down at Josh's level, "As much as I loved that, I don't think I want to cum yet."

Josh just nodded in response, knowing that words would fail him at the moment. Tyler moves to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. "I'm not some freaky sex addict, I just thought it'd be hot to have sex up here someday."

Josh giggled, nodding slowly as he got up and began to take off his own pants. As much as it didn't seem like it, Josh had to convince himself he wasn't afraid to be naked in front of Tyler. Once his boxers were off Josh felt weak, insecurities flooding in past his previous strong exterior. He didn't want to look down at himself, to see his legs littered with scars similar to Tyler's. He especially didn't want to see any fresh wounds that symbolized weakness. So instead, Josh watched Tyler's every move with a sly grin on his face.

Tyler stepped into Josh's, their bodies lining up, scars alike in all, as if Tyler was reassuring Josh that it was okay. That they were both the same. It had been a long time since Tyler had been this intimate with someone and the feeling of melting against someone like hot candle wax was something he could never put into words. Perhaps that was why he wanted to make love in the writing room.

Josh kissed Tyler gently before reaching up to hold the boy's face, kissing him over and over with so much love that this was the only way he could describe it.

"I don't want to have sex with you, I want to make love. Is that lame?" Tyler asked sheepishly.

"It's so lame but I want it so much. Please be lame with me." He smiled adoringly.

"I don't know... that's pretty lame." Tyler grinned, his hands flat as they moved down Josh's back.

"How're you gonna make love to me then? Bending me over your desk?" Josh teased.

Tyler groaned at the thought, his body lighting up in excitement. "You bet, Joshua Dun."

"You wanna finger me or watch me do it?" Josh hummed.

Tyler looked confused again, "What do you mean? You don't have a vagina, right?"

"I- My ass is tight, dude." Josh stated before laughing.

Tyler blushed brightly in embarrassment, "So? Isn't that the whole theme of anal?"

"The theme of anal isn't ripping my ass to shreds." Josh cringed. "Now please, I know you've had sex with a girl before so get some lube and man up."

Tyler grabbed the lube but stood still and thoughtful for a moment. "Just like a woman." He whispered to himself before opening the cap and squirting a decent amount onto his fingers. Josh tried his best to ignore Tyler's comment, resting back against the desk and watching the older boy.

It was obvious at times when Tyler was stalling, usually because he had no idea what he was doing and didn't want to mess up. Finally, he stepped forward, his body close to Josh's as he slipped a finger between Josh's legs.

Josh buried his face in Tyler's shoulder, gasping quietly.

"Tell me if I mess up." Tyler whispered before pressing his finger up and curling it slightly, surprised by how hot Josh's insides were.

"Keep going." Josh whimpered, holding onto Tyler's sides desperately.

Tyler obeyed and began to pump his finger in and out, curling it mercilessly. His other hand slipped down to stroke Josh's cock, jerking it gently.

It took moments before Josh's weight fell on Tyler, the younger boy letting out a small cry as Tyler hit his prostate.

"Oh shit, did I hurt you?" Tyler asked, stuttering uselessly as his thrusts became shallow and slow in worry.

"Holy shit, no." Josh muttered, his hands tensing where he was holding Tyler. "Please don't stop."

Tyler was too shocked to argue so instead he slipped in a second finger, moving them in time and scissoring them experimentally.

Josh was embarrassed by how sensitive he was and tried so hard to stay quiet and focused in case Tyler needed help. Tyler's member began to throb needily and he slipped in a third finger, glancing at Josh to make sure that it wasn't too soon. Josh let out a small moan at the stretch.

"How much longer do you need?" Tyler mumbles straight into Josh's hair without breaking pace.

"Not- not much more..."

"Let me know when you're ready."

Less than a minute later Josh spoke up again. "Um- now. I'm ready now."

Tyler grinned with excitement as he pulled his fingers out, then rearranged Josh so that he was bent over the cool desk. Meanwhile, Tyler took his time to tear open the condom wrapper with his teeth and roll it on, lathering on lube and gasping a little as he spread it around.

Josh waited patiently, spreading his legs and getting comfortable. "I feel like I'm ruining this room completely."

"The smell might be a pain in the future, but this only makes it better." Tyler smirked, his hands sliding over Josh's hips and thighs as he lined himself up. Josh stuck his ass out slightly. "You're so slow." He giggled.

"I'm just taking my time!" He defended, pressing himself against Josh's hole teasingly.

"Tyler Joseph, I have waited so many years for this so please fuck me so hard I can't walk already." Josh huffed, looking back at him expectantly.

Tyler's skin felt hot and his hands returned to Josh's hips, "As you wish." He purred before slowly thrusting in.

Josh felt the need to hold onto the table as he moaned gently. "You're so big..."

"You're so tight, fuck." Tyler groaned, stopping to give Josh time to adjust.

"I'm ready- please." Josh whimpered, looking back at him.

On Josh's cue Tyler began to fuck him slowly, admiring the soft noises from the boy beneath him.

The two moved together perfectly. Tyler was entranced by Josh's softback which was covered in beautiful freckles, alarmingly similar to the night sky.

Neither of the two lasted long, both so emotionally overwhelmed by the situation that they had both longed for years. Josh was the first to finish with a soft cry of Tyler's name, letting the older boy use him to his finish before they both stood there to recollect themselves.

As Tyler pulled out Josh deflated on the desk, smiling dopily to himself. Tyler occupied himself with throwing out the condom while Josh found himself some tissues to clean up his mess.

((ur safe now))

While the pair referred to it as just a fling, they both knew that it had a much deeper meaning than just sex. Who knew how the future would go for them, but they couldn't stay as just friends, at least this assured that they were no longer enemies either.

Josh pulled his boxers on, sitting up on the large desk and watching as Tyler put his clothes back on. "You're gorgeous." Josh smiled softly.

"You're only saying that because I came in you." Tyler laughed, to which Josh shook his head quickly.

"I have such a big crush on you. You're so pretty." Josh continued.

"I'm not hot like you, Joshua. You groupie." Tyler rolled his eyes, but his cheeks still burned pink and the goofy smile wouldn't leave his lips.

Tyler didn't bother to put a shirt on, just slipped Josh's baggy hoodie over his too-thin frame. He liked the way it hung off his shoulders, the soft fabric against his skin, and the smell of Josh.

Josh grinned. "Now, show me the rest of your castle."