part 2

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start song: somebody else by the 1975

During the day, Jordan hangs around him after he's done being Josh's drum tech.

Somethings different.

Jordan's sat on top of his piano with his legs crossed, when Tyler comes back from having lunch with everyone else.

"I hope you know we're about to start soundcheck and i'm going to need you to get off." Tyler says, getting behind his piano and sliding onto his bench.

"Got bored." Jordan shrugs, he shows Tyler his 3DS. Waves it around before bringing at back and leaning over so he can see.

"Is that my DS?" Tyler asks. Doesn't bother getting upset because he's been letting Jordan use it at night anyways. Letting him bring it with him to is bunk.

"Yeah." Jordan passes him his 3DS. Tyler touches it carefully. "Want to play?" Hopeful, his eyes are bright.

"Dude," Tyler shakes his head, laughs and passes it back. "I have soundcheck, go bother Josh."

Jordan shrugs. "Want to play later?" He suggests, making eye contact. He says it like they don't hang out anyways. Tyler frowns. "After the show?"

"If i'm not sleeping."

Jordan just laughs and hops off his piano.

*

Tyler stays up until 2am but he's not alone with Jordan. He's not alone at all. Everyone is still awake.

The guys are doing a 1000 piece puzzle and Josh is tucked into his side texting some girl from back home. Tyler keeps glancing at Jordan. He's working on finding the corner pieces and Tyler kind of wants to get up and help him. Instead he focuses on Josh.

"Who are you texting?" Tyler whispers, Josh's hair tickles his nose. He needs to concentrate on something else, someone other than Jordan.

"Remember Jenna?" Josh asks, his voice is just above a whisper.

Tyler frowns. "My ex-girlfriend, Jenna?"

Josh smiles. "Yeah." His thumb pauses and he looks up at Tyler, concerned. "That's okay right? That I still talk to her?"

"Uh yeah, I still talk to her too. We were all close." Their breakup had been amicable and really, they just didn't work together which is something that Tyler's come to accept since it happened. They weren't meant for each other. When they had been together, her and Josh had been close. Tyler's not surprised, or bothered. He can't be.

Josh sighs, Tyler knows it's out of relief. "What about you?"

Tyler hums, glances at Jordan again, Jordan's already looking. Tyler smiles at him. "What about me?"

"Are you going to tell me why you're constantly staring at my brother anytime soon?"

Tyler averts his eyes back to Josh's. "I don't do that."

Josh lays his head back down on his shoulder and murmurs. "Sure." Under his breath.

"Tell Jenna I say hi."

Josh does.

*

Tomorrow, Jordan is the first person he sees when he wakes up. Jordan brings him breakfast in bed, or technically, in bunk. Its a breakfast taco with some kind of smoothie on the side.

"I didn't know what you liked." He tells him, sipping some chocolate milk with a straw. "I had to guess. Josh wouldn't tell me."

Tyler snorts and sits up before pushing back his bunks curtain a bit more. "Thank you."

Jordan passes him his breakfast. "No problem."

*

The next few shows pass quickly, one after the other. They're all memorable, but it's fast, everything is fast and on his birthday, they're in Pittsburg. They go out for dinner a few hours before the show. Josh organizes everything. It's like this every time their birthdays pass, Tyler organizes something for Josh and Josh organizes something for Tyler's.

They sing him happy birthday and on stage that night, the crowd sings him happy birthday too.

Tyler has never felt more embarrassed.

*

It's 2am again and it's just him and Jordan and technically their bus driver who are awake. They're on their way to New York, it's been over a month since they got on the road and apparently he and Josh are dating.

It's not a surprise but at the same time, Tyler's surprised that Jordan is the one to mention it. He ends up pausing his game of Mario Kart 64 and looking over at him. "What?"

"Everyone suspects it." Jordan tells him between yawns, his voice is quiet and he stretches out on the couch beside Tyler. Tyler watches his shirt ride up past his belly button. He stares at wiry dark hair. "Dunno why, since you've always been the same together. Feel like you would've said something by now if it were true."

Tyler raises an eyebrow and averts his eyes. "Who's everyone?"

"The crew," Jordan starts to sit up, hair a mess, cheeks reddened, Tyler can see it even in the dark. He reaches for the soft blanket covering his feet and pulls it into his lap to wrap around himself. "They gossip."

Tyler frowns. "I find it hard to believe my friends are gossiping about me."

"When I say they think you're dating, I mean, they think you've been,,, y'know...." Jordan trails off awkwardly. He turns away a bit, scratching his head.

"Fucking?" Tyler blurts out. Sex. Their friends think they've been having sex, which is, again, not the most shocking thing Tyler's heard, he kind of already knew. He knows what it looks like. He and Josh are together more times then not, they cuddle, they kiss each other on the cheeks, they never stop touching. It makes sense.

"Um, yeah. Something about, doing it for warmth when you guys had the van and never ending it after that."

Tyler giggles, can't help himself. He hides his laughter behind his hand. Jordan joins him but Tyler can't tell if it's because he feels awkward or because he actually finds it funny. "Huh," He breathes out. "I'm not with your brother. Josh and I, we've never done anything together besides like, cuddle."

"But you know that already," Tyler turns to look at him. "Yeah?"

"I assumed." Jordan tilts his head and leans back a bit, avoiding eye contact. "So you and Josh aren't doing anything?"

"Did you actually think we were?" Tyler asks, surprised. Out of everyone, he'd have expected Josh's own brother to know wether or not they were actually together. Tyler shakes his head. "Josh likes my ex-girlfriend, Jenna." Tyler smiles.

Jordan's eyes soften, he leans forward a bit. "And that's okay with you?"

"If they got together, I'd be happy about it."

There's silence for a moment and Tyler assumes the moments over. He grabs his remote again, Jordan shifts closer to him.

"Am I pushing a boundary if I ask you about your sexuality?" Jordan asks suddenly, he looks in his direction but doesn't make full eye contact, never does. Tyler can tell he's nervous.

He's tempted to say yes, but just as tempted to say no. "Why do you want to know?" He grabs the TV remote and mutes the sound. His attention goes to Jordan. He turns himself so they're facing each other, foot to foot. Tyler lets his socked feet rest on top of Jordan's. Jordan wiggles his toes.

"We're friends." He pushes a curl of dark hair out of his eye. "Friends talk."

"Okay." That's good enough for him. Tyler resists teasing him because this conversation is becoming more serious and so far, this is the only serious conversation they've had. "I just like people," He rests his chin on the palm of his hand. "I don't really label myself. But gender isn't like, a factor for me I guess. If I like someone, I like them." He watches Jordan's face, watches his expression soften and his hand reach out but not quite touch him. Tyler doesn't move.

"So you've been with guys then?" Jordan's voice is low, wavering.

His cheeks burn. "Yeah," Tyler chuckles and then lies back, resting his feet by Jordan's and letting his head rest on the arm of the couch. "Have you?" He shuts his eyes.

Theres some nervous laughter before Tyler gets his answer. "Yeah man. A few. I'm-" He pauses. "I'm just into guys."

Tyler breathes in, breathes out and rests his forearm over his shut eyes. "Do I get to ask you a question now?"

He feels Jordan shift, hears him cough. "Go for it."

Sitting up is a struggle. He has no idea where he's going with this, no idea what he's supposed to be doing. He gets in front of him again, sitting with his legs crossed. Eye to eye, just to make it fair. And then
Jordan leans forward and kisses him. It's a peck. It's over just as soon as it starts. Jordan pulls back like he's been hit.

"Oh." Tyler's breath hitches.

Jordan sits there, his shoulders fall, they rise. He has a foot on the ground ready to flee if there's a bad reaction. Scared. Tyler doesn't want that.

So he places a hand on his thigh, gentle and slow, maintaining eye contact the whole time, Jordan's adam's apple bobs. Tyler moves his other hand to cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his stubble. Their lips hover. There's no reason and every reason to be scared.

Jordan's breath stutters against his lips. "I-"

Tyler hums, it's uneven, it's okay. "We're okay." he gives him a quick peck, he's shaking. "We're good." and then he kisses him, properly and Jordan kisses him back. Tyler burns. Tyler holds him. It's gentle, so, so gentle, the pressure is soft. Jordan's lips are soft, sweet against his. Tyler thinks he may break if he kisses him him any harder, he feels like Jordan is made of glass. Jordan, who is trembling underneath him. Jordan who has his hand tight around his wrist but is not trying to get him to stop but is instead holding him there.

He touches biceps and strong shoulders and his fingers curl into hair and Tyler can't stop touching him. "Fuck." Tyler can't breathe. He doesn't feel real, Tyler's expects his fingers to pass through him but they don't, they don't. It's real. The kiss is real, still gentle, still soft. Tyler pokes out his tongue, Jordan smiles.

Tyler thinks Jordan is less scared now but he still shakes, his touch isn't confident, it's tentative even when he pulls him closer by his shoulders and opens his mouth. Tyler does the same, slowly, gently. Their tongues touch, Tyler doesn't mean to, but he whimpers, it's quiet but he knows that Jordan hears him, he knows that Jordan feels him. A hand grips his waist, Jordan's mouth travels to his neck.

He could cry, he might cry. He digs his nails into his skin. Jordan nips underneath his jaw.

Tyler breathes out, tilts his head up. "Do I ask my question now?" Jordan laughs, gentle, light against his skin. Tyler shivers. The hair on his arms stand tall.

"Okay." Jordan pulls away, it's reluctant. No, no, no, no. Tyler leans closer, chases his mouth, Jordan's hand ends up on his peck. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Jordan," Tyler doesn't know wether he should laugh or cry. He kisses him, their teeth touch. Tyler wants him.

Jordan smiles, his cheeks are flushed. Tyler wants to kiss them. "I-Goodnight." He says, but makes no attempt to leave, he doesn't even shift.

"No." Tyler whispers. "No." He presses his forehead to his chest. Jordan's arms wrap around his torso, tight. "Stay."

"We should sleep." Jordan whispers, his fingers press against the back of Tyler's neck, his fingers pass through his hair. Tyler doesn't want it to end. He kisses him again, harder, Jordan gasps this time and Tyler leans over him, edging in on him, pulling him closer, pulling them together. Slowly, he gets him onto his back and he presses him down. He presses him down and he asks if it's okay, is it okay? and Jordan breathes and nods and Tyler lays on top of him and holds his hand and kisses him until he can't breathe. Bottom lip to top lip, over and over again. Tyler can't let go, he won't.

"Tyler." Jordan holds his jaw, his neck. His eyes worry. Jordan kisses his forehead, it's wet. Tyler loves it.

"Goodnight." Tyler rasps, he pecks his lips, his jaw, his chin. Standing is the hardest part, getting off of him. Not touching him. But he does it, and he uses Jordan's body as leverage so he can stand. He nearly falls over.

Jordan catches his arm. He's still laid out, legs spread, face flushed.

Tyler kisses the back of his hand and walks away before he can't anymore.

*

Mark seems to know everything.

"So you and Jordan?" Mark asks this while they eat cereal across from each other.

Tyler can't breathe for a second, he tenses up, he nearly chokes on his cereal. "What do you mean?"

"You're together? You're dating him right?"

"No." Tyler sighs. He doesn't know. Nothing's been spoken about yet.

Mark furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean by no?"

"I mean no-" Tyler takes a more aggressive bite of his waffle crisps. "we're just friends plus he's Josh's little brother.

"And?"

Tyler snorts, awkwardly looking away. "And you don't date your best friends little brother."

"Somehow I don't think Josh would mind."

Tyler glares at him. Mark rolls his eyes.

"Why do you think me and Jordan are dating?" Tyler's nervous, he hopes Mark can't tell despite the fact that Mark is one of his best friends and can read him nearly as well as Josh can. He wants to know if Mark saw them kiss.

"You've just been-" Mark looks at him, he's serious. "Look, Tyler he brings you food any chance he has, you're always looking at him or asking for him, you're always with him. You seem close, kind of like a couple. It's just an observation."

"Friends." Tyler says. "Just friends." That kiss.

"Okay."

*

He doesn't talk to him all day. And it's not because he's avoiding him. He's busy, he wakes up and is immediately brought off the bus. They got there a few hours late because of a car accident on the highway and a road closure.

He sees him everywhere though, and it's not awkward. They share glances across the stage, they smile at each other during soundcheck. It's not awkward. It eases Tyler's nerves.

Still, he's nervous and Josh pulls him aside. Josh knows him.

"What's going on?" He frowns, squeezing his shoulders.

"Something happened."

"Okay." Josh nods and then pulls him into a hug, Tyler let's him, Tyler squeezes him tightly. "You don't have to tell me, but you know i'm here for you right?"

"I know." He whispers.

He feels Josh kiss the top of his head. "Okay."

*

After the show, they're at a hotel and he's sharing a room with Josh, Jordan and Mark. Josh and Mark went out for food, leaving him alone with Jordan. He suspects that it's intentional. They aren't idiots, they know. They know somethings up at least. Tyler doesn't know what to do and hasn't moved since they left. Jordan hasn't said anything about last night. It's like nothing happened.

Jordan's on the floor, on his back, legs hooked over the mattress of the bed, body in a type of L shape as he plays on his-Tyler's- 3Ds. His tongue poked out, he shifts around every few minutes, huffs. Tyler can't stop looking at him. He's cute. As is Josh, but Jordan's cute in a different way. In a way that Tyler doesn't know how to explain. He wants to kiss him again.

"Do you want it back?" Jordan doesn't look at him when asks this, which means he knows that Tyler's been looking at him. Tyler gulps, flushes. This is Josh's brother. This is embarrassing.

Tyler sighs, he rolls over into his back so he doesn't have to make eye contact, he stares at ceiling. "No." He says, shifting around a bit. "I want to set up the n64 with the TV."

He hears Jordan sit up, hears the tell all sound of his super smash brothers 64 game pause. "I'll do it." Before Tyler can tell him to sit back down, before he can say no, Jordan is standing and handing Tyler his 3DS.

He grabs it and doesn't protest. "Sure." Tyler rolls onto his stomach and points at the duffel bag near the bathroom door. "It's in that bag, somewhere." He says. "Unless Mark lied to me."

Jordan nods and walks over, crouching down and digging around the big bag. "Got it." Jordan shows him the nintendo and the wires and then makes his way over to the TV to start setting it up. He watches, unsure about what to do. Jordan is focused. Does he make the first move? Does he just sit here? He should move.

"Want a redbull?" Tyler gets up, slowly, cautiously and walks around to the mini fridge. It's stocked with three drinks, redbull, mountain dew and yoohoo. He grabs a redbull and shuts the fridge.

"No," Jordan shakes his head and plops down on the bed beside Tyler's, he grabs the other remote and turns on the TV and then the nintendo. "I can't stand redbull."

"Your loss." Tyler ends up back on his bed, sitting on the side, on the very edge.

Jordan hums. "It's gross."

"Have you tried it?" Tyler asks.

"Yes."

"Yes?" Tyler asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jordan looks back at him, guilty, laughing. "No."

He bites his lip, once, twice. "Try it." Tyler uses his thumb nail to pop the tab.

"No."

Tyler takes a sip, he waves Jordan over. "Try it." He gestures to the can, holding it out to him. An offering. "It's good."

"I'm not gonna like it." Jordan says slowly and turns to face him properly, stopping what he's doing. Like he's reading Tyler's mind, or maybe just his body language. He moves away from the bed and goes to stand up. Tyler shifts.

"Jordan," Tyler can barely get his name out. "Come here." He squeezes the can between his fingers, just a bit. He doesn't know what he's doing.

"Okay."

"Try some." Tyler takes another sip, swallows and then he reaches for him. His fingers brush Jordan's wrist, close around it and he pulls him closer, closer, closer until Jordan is standing between his open legs. Tyler's ankle touches his calf. Jordan's cheeks flush. Tyler has to look up just to see him properly.

He passes him the can of redbull. Jordan doesn't take it. He presses it to his lips, Jordan cracks a smile.

"Dude," He shifts away, the redbull can presses to his cheek and Tyler touches his thigh, gentle, soft, then his hip. Jordan looks down at him, expression soft, warm, so inviting. "Tyler." He sighs.

"No?" He raises an eyebrow. He takes the can of redbull, takes a big gulp of it and he drinks the rest of it but still offers it to him again.

"No." Jordan grips his shoulders. Tyler shivers. Okay.

"Okay." Tyler leans forward and places the can on the ground, his forehead touches Jordan's shin as he sits back up.

"Told you that I don't like redbull." Jordan sniffs.

"Want to try something else?" Tyler asks, voice wavering. Jordan nods and Tyler pulls him down, hands pushing on his shoulders. Jordan follows his push.

"Is it more redbull?" Jordan is on his knees, his hands fall to Tyler's thighs, Tyler shivers and Jordan's fingers trace patterns over the mesh of his basketball shorts. Tyler's lucky the bed is close to the floor.

Tyler kisses him.

Jordan kisses him right back.

Tyler has never felt more alive. He reaches for him like he's not right there, like having him sitting between his legs isn't enough, like Jordan isn't already kissing him, like he doesn't have his lips against his. His hands scramble, they pull on his shirt to get him closer. Jordan groans and falls weak against him, his waist locked in between Tyler's legs, his hands squeezing Tyler's thighs. Tyler nips at his bottom lip and twists his fingers in his shirt.

They share small quiet gasps and slow movements and tentative touches. Tyler can't stop touching him. He lets go of his grip on his shirt in favour for cupping his jaw with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, while Jordan grips him by his legs, thumbs rubbing along his inner thighs in a way that makes Tyler warm, hot. It's so hot. He squirms and Jordan presses into him, getting closer, kissing him harder.

Tyler pulls away for a moment, breathless, his thumb brushes along the curve of Jordan's jaw, then traces along his lips, Jordan kisses it. "Fuck, you're cute." Tyler laughs, airy and light.

Jordan's lips quirk up. "Yeah?" he kisses his thumb again and Tyler nods. "Yeah."

His lips press at the corner of Tyler's mouth, and then they travel downwards, to his chin, his jaw, his neck. He kisses him lightly and it's enough to encourage Tyler to grip him tighter and curl his fingers into his hair. "I-" Tyler tilts his head back, unlocks his knees, Jordan's teeth scrape over his adam's apple. "God."

Jordan pauses, his breath tickles against Tyler's neck and then he moves away. Tyler nearly follows the movement but he settles for letting his fingers rest in Jordan's hair, his hold loose. Jordan stays crouched in front of him, his hands on Tyler's knees. "I think We should-" he gestures to the bed, "y'know, If you want." his smile is nervous, as though Tyler would ever say no.

"Yeah," Tyler pecks his lips, once. "I want." then twice, then three times. Jordan smiles, Tyler lets go of his hair to hold his hand and help him up, help him stand. He wobbles for a moment, steadying himself with a hand on Tyler's shoulder.

Tyler scoots back on the bed, Jordan stumbles forward and sits beside him and then Tyler, with his legs burning and his arms shaking, crawls on top of him. He straddles him, sits on his hips, and then softly presses him down onto his back with the palms of his hands. Jordan allows this, he breathes out as he goes down. Tyler does the same.

Hands go to his hips, thumbs press against the skin peeking out from under his shirt. Tyler rests his hands on Jordan's shoulders. "Okay?"

"I-" Jordan's hands tremble as they move up to his waist. Tyler shifts on top of him, pressing down on his hips, harder, Jordan is hard. Tyler does it again, Jordan groans. "Shit. Yes, yes." He moves forward, moves closer to Tyler, leaning on his elbows, one hand moving to cup his jaw. His eyes sparkle. Tyler wants him.

They kiss like before, slow, intimate, like they never want it to end, quietly moaning into each other's mouth. Tyler's hands slide underneath his shirt and he pushes it up, carefully, Tyler is so careful. He hasn't touched anyone like this in a while and it's overwhelming, it's loud, so loud yet so, so quiet. Nothing else matters. His skin is hot to the touch.

The fabric of Jordan's shirt rests by his shoulders, it hangs around his neck. And as they kiss, Tyler's hands trail over chest hair, up and down, they follow his happy trail and then go up to his pecs, Jordan trembles underneath him and moves to grip his ass, hands holding him there. Tyler can't help but moan into their kiss and then scrape his thumb across a hard nipple making Jordan arch towards him with a quiet little noise.

He chuckles against his lips and Jordan's fingers dig into his hips and then move to rub up and down his his thighs, his back, they touch against his inner thighs, grab his ass, make him shiver, shudder, moan. He never stops, touching, searching. His hands wander and press and he finds every spot that makes Tyler shiver. Tyler lets him and does it right back.

Tyler's feels dizzy, he wonders if Jordan feels it too but he doesn't ask. His throat is dry and his lips are busy and his fingers are twisting Jordan's nipples. He focuses on him, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. Tyler's mouth ends up around one of his nipples, kissing and licking until he's being told to "Stop," Jordan says, breathless. Tyler blinks at him, Jordan touches his shoulder, he squeezes. "Too many clothes."

"Right." Tyler bites his lip and manages to push himself up.

He sits up right, hovering above Jordan's lap on his knees and he pulls Jordan's shirt off of him completely. He looks at his nipples first wet, pink, used. and then looks him over properly. Takes it all in. Jordan's chest heaves, red with a slight blush and his silver chain sits against his collarbones and Tyler closes his eyes for a moment, to recollect, to make this last longer than he expects it's going to. There's no way he's going to last. Not when Jordan looks like this, not when he's touching him the way he is, careless and free but afraid and tentative.

"Tyler," Jordan's fingers move down his chest and follow his happy trail down from his belly button to rest on the waistband of his shorts. Tyler opens his eyes. "Hm?" Jordan doesn't meet them, he doesn't respond, he pulls on the elastic waistband, fingers brushing his skin. Tyler's cock aches, his hips twitch involuntarily. Jordan's hand travels down to his dick, he grabs him through his shorts.

Tyler sighs, content, he pushes into his palm and rocks against him. Jordan tightens his grip and Tyler scoots down just a little, to be a tease, he drags himself across the erection trapped underneath him, Jordan groans, his hand falters. "Dude,"

Tyler's cheeks flush and are as pink as the rest of him, he grinds down and does it again and then leans down to peck Jordan on the lips. "Can I suck you off?" The words are said quietly and emphasized by a roll of his hips.

"I-" Jordan nods, he chokes on his words, stumbles over them. "Yeah. yes."

Clothes are removed, quickly, eagerly. Jordan leans back and cants his hips up to push his jeans off his hips and down his legs. "I hate skinny jeans." He huffs quietly under his breath. Tyler's laugh is soft and he helps him pull them down and over his knees, his calves and then his ankles. He throws them to the floor and then pulls his own shirt off.

Tyler is on top of him again then, his lips start at his jaw and they go down his body, kissing, licking, sucking. Tyler doesn't stay in one place long enough to entice the appearance of hickeys. Jordan breathes heavily as he does this, he's quiet, but Tyler doesn't need noise to know he's doing a good job, to know that this feels good. Jordan holds his shoulders and pushes him down, gently, Tyler barely notices it. "I've got you." Tyler kisses underneath his belly button, his hands push at the legs of his boxer briefs, pushing them up and down and then pulling them down just enough to expose a patch of wiry dark pubic hair.

He kisses downwards, lower, lower, lower. His cheek rubbing against his covered cock, warm and leaking, Jordan arches upwards, Tyler presses his hips down with his hands. "Ty," Jordan twitches beneath him. Jordan buries his fingers in his hair, needing something, anything to hold. "Tyler." He breathes out. Tyler likes it, Tyler moves. Moves his lips to his inner thighs, fuzzy with hair, Tyler doesn't hesitate to kiss the skin here too. Still, he doesn't linger too long. Jordan needs him.

His underwear come off once Tyler has kissed him over his briefs enough to make him whine and Tyler has them pulled down to the top of his thighs when he pauses at the sight of Jordan's dick. "Jordan," Tyler stares.

Jordan reaches down to hold his dick, his cheeks are red as he just barely strokes himself. "Tyler." He throws his head back, baring his neck, his chain glows against his skin.

"I- God, fuck." Tyler says, he looks at him, he stares at his dick. "You're big." Jordan flushes and Tyler shuts his eyes and then gets on his stomach, he can feel himself leaking in his boxers, but he's unimportant right now, now that he's in-between his legs. Jordan thighs seem to tremble. Tyler brushes a kiss against his right one and then leads kisses up his thigh until he meets a tame patch of dark public hair and has hard cock brushing against the side of his face.

"Please." Jordan sighs, he scoots down just a bit and Tyler wraps a warm hand around the base of his cock.

Tyler breathes in. "Okay." He moves lower, to his balls, a slower start, a teasing start. He hears Jordan groan and Tyler sticks his tongue out and licks up his perineum.

Jordan gasps, he shivers. "Touch me."

Tyler's smile is small, he places a hand on Jordan's chest and twists a nipple just as he sucks one of his balls into his mouth. Jordan let's out a dry gasp. He pulls off.  "Like this?" He looks up at him.

Jordan's risen onto his elbows, to see him. He grips his hair. "Do that again."

Tyler does it again, saliva wet on his testicles, he sucks and then kisses lightly, so lightly, his lips brush his balls. The hand in his hair tightens, he can hear Jordan breathing, airy, heavy. Tyler shudders and presses kiss after kiss after kiss upwards until he's kissing up his shaft and holding his cock against his stomach. He licks underneath the head, and then the tip, tasting pre-cum on his tongue.

He looks up, eyes dark, pupils blown. Jordan writhes just a bit, a thin layer of sweat across his nose, his forehead. Tyler grips the base of his cock, squeezes. Jordan thrusts into his hand.

"Put your legs over my shoulders." Tyler tells him, voice shaky. He wants this so badly.

Jordan looks at him, lifts his back off the bed, one knee stays bent while his other leg stays straight and relaxed.

"Legs." Tyler says, he taps Jordan's thigh. "Shoulders."

Jordan shifts, his voice rasps. "Now?"

"Yeah." Tyler presses a wet kiss to the tip of his cock, his hands grasp his balls. "Now." Now.

Jordan is shy about this but he gets his legs over his shoulders. Tyler isn't shy about this, he gets comfortable, drags him closer by his hips and takes Jordan's cock into his mouth, swallows around him in one go.

"Oh," Jordan moans, quietly, falling apart, he hisses and whimpers when Tyler takes him all the way to the back of his throat. It's good, it's so good and Tyler's never enjoyed sucking someone off more than this. There's gagging and there's fingers pulling hair and there are thighs that are threatening to crush Tyler's head but Tyler perseveres and Tyler sucks Jordan's cock.

His arms lock around thighs, his hips grind into the mattress and Tyler licks and sucks and bobs his head. Jordan reacts to everything and Tyler eats it up. When Tyler focuses on the tip of his cock, Jordan tries to shove his dick down his throat. When Tyler slows down, Jordan slows down too, he breathes evenly, its less rushed. And when Tyler swallows him whole, Jordan pulls his hair so hard that Tyler's scalp stings. it's hot, it's so hot. Jordan is hot, and cute and all the noises he's making; the gasping and whimpering, is good. It's so good. Tyler can't get enough of it.

He gives him everything, his mouth, wet, tight, the back of his throat. He gives him it all. And when Jordan's close, tipping on the edge, tipping over, rolling his hips into his mouth, Tyler is too. It's embarrassing, maybe, but he whimpers around Jordan as he rubs himself off against the mattress. Up and down, it's just enough for him and he keeps going and Jordan keeps pulling his hair.

No questions asked, no words exchanged, Jordan groans and comes in his mouth as rides the waves of his orgasm, hips moving with him, head tilted back all while he's pulling Tyler's hair. Tyler moans too, he comes in his shorts and swallows the semen that coats his tongue and he invites the taste into his mouth. Swallows around the dick in his mouth, softly as he listens to Jordan breathe.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Tyler keeps sucking, less intense, he does it softly before he pops off of his dick and rests his face against his crotch for a moment before letting Jordan's legs, plop off of his shoulders and fall limp against the bed. There's silence and breathing, both of them are breathing. Tyler recollects first, he kisses his dick one last time before he sits up, his arms numb, he stretches them above his head. Jordan looks up at him, passing a hand through his messy hair. His whole torso is blushed, as is his face. Tyler groans.

"Kiss me." Tyler tells him, he leans over him. His softening cock brushing against Jordan's stomach through his shorts. His thighs burn when he slides on top of him and Jordan is still coming down, still high on pleasure. But he's there and he pulls him in by his neck, hard and he kisses him and rolls them over.

Tyler squeaks, Tyler laughs. Jordan pecks his lips and Tyler shuts his eyes when a warm hand wraps around his cock. He digs his nails into the back of his neck.

"Tyler." Jordan's hand strokes him gently, so gently. Tyler could be coaxed into getting hard against. "Look at me," Tyler opens his eyes, Jordan shakes his head, smiling and pulls his hand out of his boxers. Shows it to Tyler, semen covers his finger tips. "When?" He kisses him and Tyler indulges himself, pressing his body against his, pressing their mouths together for a kiss.

He's blushing, he kisses underneath his jaw, then behind his ear. "I- earlier." He whispers. Jordan worms his hand back into his boxers, rests it there, on his bare hip. Tyler shudders and they kiss again. And again and he spreads his legs, settles them around Jordan's waist.

"For the record, I was definitely going to suck you off." Jordan says, breathless, in-between kisses.

"Later." Tyler's fingers ghost over his shoulders. Jordan hums and buries his face in his neck, he breathes. "I can't right now."

15 minute is when later happens. Tyler stands, ready to shower but then Jordan suggests that he'll clean him up and before he knows it Jordan is licking and sucking come off his dick and passing a wet wash cloth through his pubes. Tyler is pliant, his legs turned to jelly, hands twisting in sheets. He can barely move, but he finds himself getting hard from Jordan's small ministrations around his dick, on his dick. His cock ends up in Jordan's mouth, hard and leaking and Jordan just smiles and takes him in his mouth. Jordan sucks him off just like he said he would. Tyler arches and whimpers and he moans, he never shuts up and to avoid a mess, Tyler comes down his throat and Tyler kisses him with the taste of his come on his tongue.

They pull on pyjamas afterwards and open a window, it's convincing enough and then they settle on Tyler's bed, Tyler's head on his shoulder, Jordan's arm around him as they watch TV. The nintendo is connected but, Tyler's tired, sated, he wants to be held and Jordan is holding him. They don't speak about what this means. But Tyler knows, it means something. It's something.

And eventually, Mark and Josh make an appearance and if they notice anything off, anything different between them. They don't say anything, they just pass them food and yawn and say they should go to sleep.

They sleep in separate beds and Tyler sleeps, curled in on himself.

*

There's no awkwardness the next day.

In Jacksonville, Jordan sticks with him all afternoon. Tyler has soundcheck in an hour but Jordan had asked if he'd come with him to get food.

They walk to Chipotle, Tyler talks about last night's show. On the way back, burritos in hand, Jordan is doing the talking. He holds Tyler's arm, his grip is light though, ready to let go.

"So remember how I said I was doing woodwork?"

Tyler remembers. "I remember you mentioning a coffee table."

"Yeah, that, I um–set it on fire. Anyways—"

"You what?" Tyler raises both eyebrows.

Jordan laughs, looking away, his cheeks red. Tyler's not sure if he's blushing or if he's just embarrassed. "I- well my friend wanted to have a bond fire, so I brought it with me-"

"And you burnt it."

"We burnt it." He smiles then takes a bite of his burrito. Chewing before he speaks again. "It was bad and anyways, I made a new one. My parents love it."

"Do they?"

Jordan narrows his eyes. "Yes," He insists. "They like it."

Tyler wants to kiss him.

"Anyways, do you need a ukulele stand?"

"Do I need a ukulele stand?" Tyler repeats.

Jordan shoves him playfully, shoulder to shoulder. Tyler chuckles. "I'm being serious man."

"Are you trying to like, offer to make me a ukulele stand?"

Jordan blushes this time, for real. "Possibly."

"I need a ukulele stand." Tyler smiles at him.

"You're impossible."

*

It's a secret, but it's not.

At night in the shadows of the bus, Tyler will sit on Jordan's lap and they'll kiss and kiss and kiss until they can't anymore and then they'll laugh and Jordan will grab his ass. They don't try to hide it.

They still play video games together and when the rest of the crew join them at night, they're always touching. Jordan will have his legs over Tyler's or Tyler will have a hand on his thigh but no one asks about it. No one asks, no one says anything. So they don't stop. They hug and they press kisses to cheeks. The only thing they don't do is kiss on the lips but when they do, everyone is either sleeping or not in their direct line of view.

During the day, they work but not together. It's too distracting. Tyler sticks close to Josh, they laugh, Josh talks about Jenna. And Tyler knows it's only done to encourage him to say something about Jordan but he's nervous. He's nervous around Josh now, it's not bad, it doesn't affect their relationship but he doesn't know how to tell him that he's doing stuff, emotional stuff and sex stuff with his brother.

Josh is always reassuring though and Tyler feels better about it whenever he hugs him or asks if he wants to go grab lunch with him.

It's okay.

*

Jordan's giving him head after a show in his greenroom when Tyler asks him if they're together. It's whispered, his throat is sore.

"Uh," Jordan groans and pulls his dick out of his mouth, saliva clings to his lips. "Yes we're together." He says, his hand moving, up and down. "Did you think we weren't?"

"No, no. I thought we were." Tyler smiles, Jordan looks at him, twists his wrist. "Okay, fuck, good. That's- that's good."

"Just, y'know, making sure." Tyler sniffs, wiping underneath his nose with the back of his hand.

Jordan laughs and sucks the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Tyler shuts his eyes and grips his hair.

*

On their next hotel night he and Josh are sharing a bed.

Tyler wakes up to a weight on his chest. At first he panics but then he groans and pushes at what feels like a stomach. It's a person, of course and he tries to push them off but they resist. He expects it to be Jordan, he hopes it's Jordan.

He opens his eyes and it's dark, he can barely see, everyone should be sleeping. They have a long day tomorrow. But he looks up and It's Josh, Josh who's smiling and smug on top of him instead of sleeping beside him.

Tyler groans, quietly, barely above a whisper. "What the fuck?"

Josh leans down close and says. "I know."

Not thinking much of it, Tyler closes his eyes. "Go away." He tries to turn, tries to hide his face into his pillow. Josh presses his hands to his shoulders.

"I know." He repeats, seriously this time and Tyler opens his eyes again, mouth dry. "I figured it out." Jordan. Tyler realizes. Josh is talking about his thing with Jordan.

"You don't know anything." Tyler turns away again, twisting around. "You know nothing." He mumbles into his pillow. He's not in the mood for this, he's tired. Josh should move, Tyler grips his waist and tries to push him, Josh doesn't let him. He narrows his eyes. "Josh." He sighs, reluctantly. "I'll tell you after okay? Let me sleep and then we'll talk."

Josh lightens his grip, his touch becoming softer. Tyler can't tell if he's angry or not. "Why didn't you tell me?" He whispers.

"I don't know." Tyler admits quietly, sheepishly. Tyler closes his eyes again. He was going to tell him. He was planning on it.

Josh grabs his hand and squeezes, Tyler squeezes back. "You're supposed to tell me stuff like this, especially when it involves my brother."

"I felt weird about it." Tyler shifts a bit. "Because he's your brother. I still feel weird about it." He's not sure if it's irrational or not. He throws an arm over his eyes. "Are you mad?" Tyler rasps out.

There's silence before Josh speaks again. "Should I be mad?" He asks, Tyler keeps his eyes closed and hidden behind his arm. Yes. Tyler thinks he should. There's a level of betrayal in being in a relationship with your best friends little brother and not telling him about it, except for hinting at it. He'd never tried particularly hard to hide it, but that's not exactly important.

Josh is quiet for at least 30 seconds and for a moment Tyler's worried. But when Josh pulls his arm away from his face, he sees that Josh is smiling, just slightly. Tyler wants to flip him off.

"No." Josh says, he shrugs. "I think it's cute."

"I-" Tyler takes a deep breath and chokes on his laughter. "You think it's cute. God. Okay–get off of me." He shoves Josh's chest playfully. "I can't breathe you dick." 

Josh rolls off of him, getting back under the covers. Tyler feels relieved. This is going a lot better than he had expected. He gets situated again, wrapping an arm around his pillow, hiding his face in his pillow. He cracks open his eyes to check on Josh, Josh is looking at him.

Tyler huffs. "Are you gonna give me the protective big brother talk?"

Josh snorts and rolls over and then he's closer, his chin resting on Tyler's shoulder, his hair tickling his jaw. "Do you want me to? I've never done it before."

"No." Tyler murmurs.

"Okay." Josh yawns, stretching his arms up. "I hope you know we're all going to tease you about this for weeks."

Tyler nods before his eyes widen and he sits up. he smacks Josh with his pillow. "What do you mean by we're all." He hisses, cautiously eyeing Marks sleeping form on the other bed. He looks to Josh. "Who else knows?"

"Um," Josh laughs nervously, turning his back to Tyler. Tyler sits up. "The whole crew." Josh says quickly.

"What?" Tyler wants to yell.

"Relax." Josh rolls back over and throws an arm around his waist. "It's just me. I'm the only one, probably well and Jenna. I texted her about it."

"Okay." Tyler lays back down, properly, slowly. He's going to kill Josh one day. He holds onto him. "That's fine."

Josh sighs, his breathing slow, tired. "We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Yeah."

It's quiet again.

"You've known for a while haven't you?"

Josh's laugh is stunted and tired against his pillow. "Yeah,"

"Fuck."

*

In the morning, he and Jordan sneak off to go have breakfast together. They hold hands in the hallway, Jordan initiates it and Tyler decides that it's okay. Jordan's hand isn't as delicate looking as his, but they're soft and slight just bigger and Tyler kind of really likes holding his hand.

Tyler's cutting into a pancake slathered in peanut butter when Jordan touches his wrist. "Everyone knows that we're dating."

"I know." Tyler says.

"And that's, okay with you?"

"Yeah." Tyler smiles and cuts out a bite of pancake. "Yeah, it saves us the trouble."

"Good." Jordan takes a bite of his eggs, he leans forward just a bit. "Mark asked me if you were my boyfriend while you were sleeping the other day and I may have said yes and the entire crew may have also been in the room."

Tyler pauses. "Jordan,"

Jordan's grin doesn't falter. "What?"

"I like you so much dude."

*

Tyler sprains his ankle during trees, they're nearing the end of tour and Tyler trips over some wires that weren't taped down right and he falls forward. He gets back up right away but his ankle throbs and he knows the feeling. He remembers it.

Again, he powers through it, again he goes into the crowd, carefully stands on his platform. Again, his ankle feels weak. When he gets off stage, Josh and Michael help him walk to the green room. In there there's a couch and a proper table he can elevate his leg onto.

Jordan isn't the one to tend to his ankle, the venue has someone trained in medical care. A woman who is quick to asses him and quick to compress his ankle and give him an ibuprofen. Jordan's there though, on the couch with him and he holds his hand and kisses his cheek and lets him know that he's going to be okay.

Tyler believes him.