Josh woke up in bed with a sore ass, and alone. He half-expected Tyler to be besides him, but also knew that Tyler had to go to work early in the morning. He sat up carefully, to not put more pressure on his very sore ass than necessary.

Sure, Josh considered himself to be straight, but he did like to try new things every now and then (although gay sex was something he was experiencing more often lately). Josh climbed out of bed, grunting a little when his bare feet hit the cold ground. He began to look around the bedroom, searching for a door that would hopefully either lead to a bathroom or a closet. Josh gravely needed both, the bathroom to take a shower and the closet to (a/n: be in denial in) find something to wear.

He found the door, and it led to a bathroom. Josh sighed in relief, taking a long shower to relax. He also used the time in there to really think where he wanted to go with Tyler. There was still a slight chance that Tyler was just 'in it for the sex', as Gabriel had said. To Josh, that statement did seem kind of right. Tyler and Josh had only been on two dates, and they'd already had sex.

For some reason, Josh just couldn't push the man away. There was something stopping him from telling Tyler to get out of his life, and stay out. The shower began to stretch into far too long time, and Josh shut off the water. He tied a fluffy, white towel around his waist and then searched for a closet, in hopes of finding clothes.

Josh finally found a (huge) walk-in closet, and began to search through the seemingly thousands articles of clothes. He eventually gave up, because Tyler seemed to only have suits in here. Maybe he had an entirely different closet for his other clothes.

Too tired to find another closet, Josh simply pulled on the clothes he wore yesterday. He could change into something more comfortable when he got home anyways. Josh headed out of the bedroom, making his way downstairs to head out. He passed by the kitchen, where he had eaten yesterday. As he walked by, a loud muffled sound came from a little ways down the hall, past the kitchen. Josh stopped, frowning when he realized it sounded like Tyler yelling at somebody.

Deciding to figure out what was going on, Josh tiptoed down the hall, coming to a stop in front of a door he remembered leading to Tyler's office.

"No, I'm not gonna sign the damn papers!" Tyler shouted, and a sharp, sudden sound broke through his sentence. The rest of his talk was muffled garble, only a few words standing out.

Josh listened for a second, before he reached out to open the door. Before he could get his hand on the knob, the door flung open, and there stood Tyler. He looked pissed, and his phone was in his hand. He looked surprised upon seeing Josh outside of his office.

Then, his gaze turned guarded. "How long have you been there?"

"Um, I just got down." Josh shrugged a little, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

Tyler glared at Josh for a second before huffing, annoyed, and pushing past him. "Don't fucking listen to my conversations ever again."

Josh frowned. "Calm down, I didn't even hear anything."

"Good." Tyler snapped.

"What's gotten into you?" Josh demanded, frown deepening. "I didn't hear anything, Tyler."

Tyler didn't answer, only slammed his phone down on the kitchen counter and let out a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. "Sorry. I'm just kinda stressed."

Josh relaxed, going over to the kitchen counter as well. "No need to snap out." His tone was sympathetic, though.

Tyler chuckled. "My dad gets kind of pushy when it comes to the business. It gets on my nerves."

Josh nodded, and he hopped up onto the counter. He began to swing his legs to and fro, staring down at his swinging feet. Tyler straightened, interested in the position Josh had put himself in. In an instant, Tyler slipped between Josh's legs, pulling the blue-haired boy closer. Josh squeaked in surprise, eyes widening and hands going up to Tyler's shoulders, thinking he was going to fall.

When Tyler began to plant kisses on the other's neck, light pink dusted on Josh's cheeks. "Tyler! We're in the kitchen," he reprimanded.

"And? It adds a little more of a thrill to the moment." There were still many bruises left from yesterday night, and Tyler was pleased to add more.

Josh tried to push Tyler away, but there was really no real intent in the movement. Tyler reached up to tangle a hand into Josh's hair, pulling back to expose more of the pale skin that was Josh's neck.

Josh whimpered softly, legs wrapping around Tyler's waist and fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Wait," Josh suddenly said. Tyler paid no attention his words. "What about Violetta? I really don't feel like seeing the expression on her face when you explain this to her, if she walks in."

Tyler waved him away. "I told her to take the day off." He slid a hand down to cup Josh's bulge, starting to grind his palm down.

Josh moaned, head tipping back a little bit more. "Oh, God. I s-still don't feel like having sex on a kitchen counter." He tried to say as normally as he could.

"How about you shut up and enjoy the moment?" Tyler unzipped Josh's jeans, undoing the button as well. He licked his palm before slipping his hand into Josh's boxers, wrapping around the base of Josh's already semi-hard dick.

"F-Fuck," Josh breathed, putting a hand behind himself a few inches to support himself on the counter and slipping his free hand behind Tyler's neck, pulling the brunette closer and connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

Tyler began to move his hand up and down, slowly at first, and he momentarily let go of Josh to pull down his jeans and boxers a little. Then, he resumed the position from before, but his pace was a little faster now. Josh's moans also grew louder, especially when Tyler yanked off his shirt, and Josh felt the other's skilled fingers pass over the clammy skin, touching and claiming.

As Tyler began to pump his hand up and down at an even faster pace, Josh began to jerk his hips up, panting and letting out soft sounds of arousal. He began to squirm, a heat building in his abdomen that signified he was close.

"Don't be too loud," Tyler warned, smirk on his lips. "There are still people living below me."

Josh glared at him, but the look didn't last long. His breathing became labored, pants and moans and whimpers falling from Josh's lips. His back arched, ribs becoming easier to see as the skin stretched a little. "I'm gonna - oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"It's your pants, not mine." Tyler joked, but then leaned in and created a sneaky hickey underneath Josh's ear, on the start of his jawbone.

A loud moan - that the people living below Tyler would most definitely hear - emitted from Josh, as he came all over Tyler's fist and his abdomen. Tyler's smirk grew as he pumped his hand a few more times, getting Josh off his high. He then let go, licking off the cum that covered his hand. Josh watched with wide eyes, breath hitching.

Tyler leaned in and pressed a harsh kiss to Josh's lips, before pulling back and snickering. "You better clean the mess you left on Violetta's counter. She'll be super pissed at you if she comes back tomorrow with that still there."

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forgive my terrible smut writing