Looping into you

by XaddictX

Summary:

"So... how did you guys meet?"

"It was a weird first date."

Or how Tyler was killing time on his phone while waiting for his new track to save and one fatal mistake made him fall down a rabbit hole of endless swiping on Tinder.

OR the alternative reality of how they really met... 😏

Notes:

Hello friendzzz,

happy friday to y’all ! here’s a lil’ gift for u
hope you love reading this as much as i loved writing it
leave a comment if you do

Tyler didn't mean to click on the app. He really didn't. He was originally looking for a different icon, but they looked visually similar and well... Before he even noticed the screen turning an annoying shade of red he was suddenly swiping through a minefield of profiles on Tinder.

He swore to himself he wouldn't use it anymore, because so far, it had given him nothing but pointless conversations, countless profiles that looked chaotic, cringeworthy, and downright questionable, and a whole lot of wasted time.

He was never really proud of downloading it in the first place, but ever since his two bandmates bailed on him and left, he was short of options. No bandmates meant no shows, no shows meant no socializing, which meant no meeting new people and that meant no one to possibly connect or fool around with.

And Tyler missed that, he craved that, he needed that... Not that using this app helped him satiate that craving.

Don't get him wrong, there were always people willing to rock his world and warm his bed for a night, but Tyler was a complicated person. He could be easy, sure, but not with just anyone. He needed a connection, a spark, something that made it more than just a transaction. And so far, Tinder hasn't delivered.

He wanted to delete it, but everytime his thumb hovered over the uninstall button, he thought of the nights when he had his hand wrapped around his dick, teasing himself with his eyes closed and wishing it was someone else touching him. And there was always the quiet "what if" lingering in the back of his mind, keeping him from ever going through with it.

And now, even though it wasn't his intention in the beginning, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to test that "what if" theory and kill some of his time by mindless swiping.

He sat in his studio, slouched in the comfortable chair with this phone in hand, idly spinning from side to side. It might have looked like he was stalling, but he was actually in the process of making new music.

One thing that people outside the music industry didn't realize was that making music was only about 30% creativity and 70% waiting. Waiting for all the necessary operational processes to run their course. Waiting for files to render, for inspiration to strike, for the mix to sound just right. Waiting for feedback, for the right producer, or for a track to export for the fifth time.

Tyler didn't trust just anyone with his work, so he usually handled the mastering himself, perfecting his songs line by line, track by track. It took a lot of time and effort. It also increased the audio file size by miles, turning the saving process into an excruciating wait.

And Tyler really hadn’t planned on spending the wait swiping through Tinder, but one mistake led him to the app and now here he was.

He’d been swiping left for what felt like ages, his thumb ready to repeat the motion when the next profile popped up. He almost did, but at the last second, Tyler stopped himself as his brain finally registered the image on the screen.

The picture showed a guy behind a drum kit, his limbs and face a blur as he was captured mid-motion, clearly smashing the drums with impressive enthusiasm. Another photo on his profile showed a close-up of the guy’s face as he stuffed his face with a taco. No wait ... it looked more like he was inhaling the thing.

That was it. Just two pictures, and Tyler couldn’t really tell if the guy was attractive or not. His facial features were barely visible, and his body was almost impossible to make out. But drums and tacos? Those were two things Tyler could definitely get behind.

So naturally, he swiped right.

And within seconds, he got an instant match with... Jishua.

"Huh..what an odd name," Tyler muttered to himself, tapping back into the profile, hoping to find something in the bio that would give him a better sense of who this guy really was.

He was greeted by the same two pictures, an empty bio, and a list of highlighted hobbies- music, food, concerts, and gym. Pretty basic. Go figure.

He also noticed that the distance between them was fairly small, this guy had to be living in Columbus.

Feeling like he had nothing to lose, Tyler decided to send a simple message.

"Hey."

Tyler was about to leave the page and go back to swiping, but just before he could hit the button, the three dots signaling Jishua’s response appeared on the screen.

"heey," came the short reply.

Tyler understood that he sent the first message and that it was up to him to break the ice somehow, but he just couldn't find it in himself to come up with something meaningful. Especially since the guy's profile didn't give him much to work with. So instead, he just went with the first thing that came to his mind. His expectations were extremely low anyway.

"Wanna start a band?" he asked.

And.. okay. The thing was, Tyler actually was looking for a bandmate. More specifically, he was looking for a drummer. And this guy obviously was one. So, yeah, the question could’ve been a joke, but if "Jishua" was game, Tyler would be all in - no joke. That is, if the guy could actually drum well.

"Dude. I was just gonna ask that." Jishua replied and Tyler snorted.

Yeah right- If there was one thing Tyler was sure about on this app, it was that people would write literally anything just to hook up with someone. But that wasn’t Tyler’s intention. Or, well... it might be, but he didn’t know anything about the guy yet. And for now, he just wanted to kill some time while his audio file was finally saved.

"No for real, man... I need a drummer." he messaged.

It only took a little moment to get a response.

"Damn, feels good to be wanted. Thought it'd be for my looks, but hey, I’ll take what I can get," Jishua replied.

Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Dude, I don't even know what you look like, you have exactly zero pics on your profile showing that."

Tyler leaned back in his chair, stretching his hands above his head as he waited for Jishua’s reply.

"Fair point.. Guess you’ll just have to wait till we meet to see what I look like haha,” Jishua replied.

" Fine by me. But for now, you're only gettin’ recruited for your drumming, just sayin’," Tyler replied with a smirk.

"Soooo you’re saying there’s a chance you’ll want me for... my other skills later?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Was there a chance? Well... maybe...if he liked what he saw. But Tyler didn't want Jishua to know that just yet.

"Oh? And what skills would those be?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, intrigued and clearly entertained.

Jishua replied with a series of texts.

"well I’m real good with my hands."
"got a solid rhythm..."
"and not just on the drums... if you catch my drift."

Tyler's breath hitched...Was this guy actually flirting with him? Instead of replying right away, he clicked on Jishua's profile again, studying the photos once more, trying to figure out if this was someone he could actually see himself being into.

It was hard to tell, the figure behind the drum kit was a blur, but the guy’s arms looked defined, his waist was slim, and his chest seemed puffed out... He could be attractive. But then again, he might not be Tyler’s type at all.

When Tyler returned to the chat, he saw one more message waiting for him.

"Anyway, I'm always down for a late-night jam session."

There was something about the way Jishua was texting. Direct, confident, yet with a hint of something that kept Tyler on edge. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or cautious. Either way, there was a definite spark there.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, biting his lower lip slightly, typing his reply. "Are we still talking about music?"

The playful tension was palpable in the air, Tyler could feel it, even through the screen. This was quickly turning into more than a casual conversation.

"Do you want us to be?" Jishua answered.

Tyler stared at the screen, the question hanging there, almost daring him to choose. But he wasn't sure what he wanted. Now that he’d let himself consider the possibility of something more... he kind of wanted both. But he barely knew anything about the guy.

Music felt like a safe option. But he couldn't lie, he was intrigued, there was something about Jishua's confidence.

"Dunno... I'm kinda torn. Honestly, think I’d rather stick to music for now," Tyler wrote.

It felt like a good decision, but he wouldn't be surprised if this was the last message they exchanged. Tyler let the tension between them grow into a playful tone, only to shut it down a few moments later. But he just wasn't wired like that. As much as he enjoyed the back-and-forth, it wasn’t enough to push him to jump into something physical with someone he's never seen before.

But then again, things could change once they meet face to face. He wrote the for now in there for a reason.

It wasn't long before Jishua's answer came through.

"Totally cool with that man. Like I said, I'm down, let's make it happen."

Tyler let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. This was exactly what he was hoping for. Music is something he could control, no surprises, no expectations, just two guys creating something together. If nothing else, he could get a solid drummer for his band.

"Alright then, let's do it. When's good for you?" Tyler answered, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Just gotta wrap something up, then I'm free." Jishua replied.

"Wait, you mean like... right now?" Tyler typed, surprised.

"Sure, why not?" Jishua replied, the message popping up quickly. A moment later, another one followed. "I'm not packing up my drum kit though, you'll have to come to my place."

Tyler glanced up from his phone, his eyes shifting to the screen of his computer. The save still wasn't complete, and there was no way he was leaving the tab open and risking something going wrong.

"Sorry.. can't leave my studio rn. But I got an old set here if you don’t mind jammin’ on a backup."

"Yo hold up... studio? Who even are you?"

Tyler smirked, shaking his head, typing out a reply that wouldn’t come off as too arrogant. He was proud of his home studio, proud that his music had earned him enough to put it together, even though it was far from professional.

"Just someone who likes making music," he answered simply.

"Dude, I gotta check that out so bad," came Jishua's quick reply.

"Don't get too excited, it's nothing fancy," Tyler shot back, trying to downplay it.

"Whatever, text me the address, I can leave in five.." Jishua responded almost instantly.
Well shit, Jishua certainly didn't lose no time, Tyler thought to himself and texted him the address.

This was happening... There was no turning back now.

...

So maybe Josh was crazy.

Maybe it was too much to speed through traffic just to get to some random dude's studio. A random dude from a dating app, no less. Who suggested starting a band before even asking for Josh's number. Or his correct name.

But Josh couldn't care less. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't all that eager to just show off his skills or hammer away on drums. No, there was a deeper, personal motivation. And maybe it had something to do with the fact that Tyler was insanely attractive.

And Josh was just a guy. With eyes... and needs. And he liked what he saw on that app.

Tyler had a bunch of pictures on his profile, a few of them on stage with mic in his hands, showing off his lean figure and slightly toned muscles, but nothing too crazy. He had a few tattoos peeking from under his clothes that Josh was curious about. And then there was a close up of his face, which was a combination of intensity and angelic charm and Josh just ... wanted.

He also loved their playful back-and-forth in the chat. Tyler seemed to have a similar sense of humor, and Josh appreciated that he could keep up with his game. It was refreshing, and he found himself enjoying it more than he expected.

But then Tyler made it clear that he wanted this to be about music only. And Josh was good with that. Really, he was. He loved drumming, loved music, and loved hanging out with people who loved it too. And Tyler didn't shut the door to something more entirely, so... Josh was going to respect Tyler's wish, but if the opportunity presents itself, well... He'd be ready to take his shot.

Who knows, there was a chance it could turn into something more, if the chemistry was still there in person. But even if it didn’t... The guy had his own studio, for fuck's sake- this was a win-win, no matter what.

Josh parked outside the building that was supposed to house Tyler's studio and got out of the car, grabbing his drumsticks and a case with his cymbals from the trunk.

There was no bell on the door, so he shot him a quick message and waited, glancing around the neighbourhood in the meantime.

Tyler's studio was in a building situated next to a bar that looked long past its prime, it was old and probably neglected. The whole street had a grimm feel to it, the worn out pavement, the graffiti on the wall, the occasionally flickering lights.. It should've been scary, yet there was something oddly comforting about it.

It had this different kind of vibe, like maybe the whole place had a soul of its own.

...

Tyler's heart started racing when he read the message. This was so fast and so random. Normally, he was a planner, not one for spontaneous decisions. This was completely out of character for him. And it had all started on Tinder of all places.

Part of him thought Jishua was messing with him, maybe planning to laugh it off later as another strange encounter with someone on the internet. But he was actually here, standing in front of his door.

If Tyler had known it could be this easy to connect with someone from the app, he would’ve used that line a long time ago. But deep down he knew, it wasn't about the line but more about the person on the other side of the screen.

When he stepped out of the studio and walked towards the front door, he glanced curiously through the window that faced the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man.

Sure enough, a tall, hooded figure stood outside, holding a few pairs of drumsticks and a cymbal case. At least he wasn’t lying about being a musician... no drummer shows up to practice without his own cymbals.

Tyler took one last deep breath before he opened the door. Jishua immediately turned around and walked a few steps forward. The street light wasn't enough to show his face, especially with the hood pulled low over it. But as he came closer, he pushed it back and extended his right hand toward Tyler.

"Hey... Tyler, right?" His voice was smooth and warm, carrying a sweetness that Tyler wanted to drown in.

And fuck...okay... fuck... he was actually very good looking.

He had soft facial features, full lips that curved into a beautiful smile. His eyes were kind, and his slightly curly hair stuck out in all directions, falling into his face, making him look like a fucking puppy - begging for Tyler’s hands to reach out and just... pet him.

Instead, Tyler took his hand and gave it a brief shake.

"Yeah... Jish- Jishua?" Tyler said, unsure of how to properly pronounce the name.

"Oh! Uh- It's Joshua, actually... Or.. just Josh is fine," he answered, nervously biting his lip under Tyler's intense gaze. "typo.." he added quickly with a shrug.

Josh’s breath hitched as he took in the man before him. Tyler looked even better in person. There was a tiny hint of shyness in his demeanor, but his presence seemed to carry a magnetic energy, a quiet confidence that made the air around him feel charged. And then there were his eyes... something about them pulled Josh in.

"Right, that makes sense," Tyler squinted, feeling a bit foolish for not realizing it sooner.

They stood there for a moment, locked in silence, Tyler leaning casually against the doorway, his eyes subtly tracing over Josh’s frame, while Josh awkwardly fidgeted with the strap of his cymbal case, gripping it a little too tightly.

"Uh..so," Josh started, nodding toward the space behind Tyler. "Gonna let me in or what?"

Tyler blinked, snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly stepped aside, holding the door open. “Right, sorry. Come on in,” he said, looking a little flustered.

Josh flashed him a grin as he walked in, looking around the space with curious eyes. Tyler’s senses were overwhelmed when Josh walked past him, the mix of the sudden close proximity and heat radiating from Josh's body made him weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.

"Is this like... an entire apartment?" Josh asked hesitantly once he was inside, eyes scanning the place.

Tyler chuckled, closing the door behind him. "Yeah, man.. I live here."

Josh turned around, dumbfounded and a little confused. He thought he was invited into Tyler’s studio, not his home. For a moment he panicked. Had he misread Tyler’s signals after all? Was he making a fool of himself by bringing all his drumming gear?

"Uh.. and th- ...the studio?" he asked, glancing at Tyler nervously, who simply nodded toward the hallway.

"Right this way," Tyler said, stepping closer to Josh and gently pressing a hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward.

Josh tried to ignore the tingle that ran down his spine when Tyler’s hand made contact, focusing instead on walking in the direction he was being pushed. Apparently, the studio was a part of Tyler's home.

Not a complete idiot, then, Josh thought to himself as he stepped inside the room. He let the case slide out of his hand, gently setting it down on the floor before he looked around with wide eyes.

A slightly rusty drum kit sat in the corner of the room, a pair of drumsticks resting on the snare, ready to be played. In front of it, a compact rack held a collection of string instruments. There was an acoustic guitar, an electric one, a bass, and, on the last stand, a small ukulele.

On the other side of the room, a black leather couch was pressed against the wall and in front of it was a conference table, cluttered with sheets of lyrics, chord progressions, and messy scribbles as well as empty cans of redbull.

Against the wall opposite the door sat a desk with a computer and a mixing console, next to it a stage piano and a small synthesizer. There was also a mic stand next to it, holding an expensive looking condenser microphone. Multiple cables sprawled across the floor in a tangled mess. And in the corners of the room were black foam sound absorbers, giving it a real studio feel.

The room had a few decorative touches—a painting here and there, and a vibrant, patterned rug beneath the conference table. Slightly worn, it added a touch of warmth, grounding the space.

"Dude," Josh finally said, his voice filled with awe. "This is sick!"

He glanced at Tyler, who stood silently in the doorway, watching him intently. Tyler’s gaze lingered, allowing Josh a moment to take in the room while also using the opportunity to study him more closely, his eyes tracing the lines of Josh’s frame, thinking that the blurred photos on his profile hadn’t done him justice.

Josh blushed under Tyler's intense gaze, secretly pleased by the way he was looking at him. But it wasn’t just the way Tyler’s eyes traced his body... it was the way his very presence seemed to fill the room, charging the space between them with something unspoken.

Then, Tyler grinned at Josh's enthusiastic reaction. "Yeaah, I get that a lot," he said, his tone light but tinged with pride.

"I don't know anyone else who has their own studio in their apartment, dude," Josh said, glancing around once more. "Must be a dream come true for you." He stepped toward the drum set, running his fingers along one of the cymbals in admiration.

Tyler nodded silently. "It was... it is. I mean, it's- music is probably the only thing I'm good at. Some people have home offices, I’ve got my studio."

"Makes sense..." Josh agreed, walking closer to the drumset. "Although I'm sure there must be other things you're good at," He threw Tyler a sly over-the-shoulder glance, curious about his reaction to the teasing. But when Tyler didn’t respond, Josh spoke again. "So you only do music for a living?"

Tyler shrugged, averting his gaze and shaking off the small sting in his gut. “I mean… that was the plan, but then my two bandmates bailed on me. I can’t really do it all alone. And I need to start booking shows soon if I want to keep this going.”

He tried not to sound too grim. He had already come to terms with how things were and didn’t hold a grudge against anyone, but it still didn’t make the reality any easier. He was still an artist, a singer, without a real band, and live music was kind of something he was depending on.

"Shit.. that's tough dude," Josh said, finally turning to face Tyler again. He noticed Tyler’s slouched posture and the disappointed look on his face. A wave of empathy washed over Josh, followed by a strong urge to pull Tyler into a tight hug, but he knew that wasn’t an option just yet. Instead, he just pursed his lips sympathetically, unsure of what more to say.

"Yeah... well..." Tyler muttered, looking down and biting his lower lip in frustration. But then he shook his head, as if trying to push the thoughts away. He looked up at Josh curiously, nodding toward the drum set.

"Anyway... you any good or do I already regret inviting you?"

Josh raised one eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "What.. you don’t think I can keep up?" he teased, stepping closer to the stool, but not without letting Tyler see the subtle challenge in his eyes.

Tyler smirked, his gaze flicking over Josh’s body again before settling back on his face. "I don’t know, man," he said with a tilt of his head, face in a thoughtful expression. "I’ve got pretty high standards when it comes to rhythm."

Jeez, why did that sound so... provocative? Saucy?" What was the right word? Tyler wasn’t sure, but there was definitely an unintended double meaning behind it. He hadn’t meant to imply anything, but it sure as hell caught Josh’s attention.

Josh chuckled, his eyes slowly scanning Tyler’s body before meeting his gaze again. He bit his lip, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, trust me... I can handle high standards," he replied confidently, his fingers brushing against the rim of his cymbal case, "I just hope you can handle me keeping up."

A slight tingle ran up Tyler's spine as Josh’s words hung in the air, still holding his gaze. The atmosphere was thick with playful challenge, but there was a heavy tension between them, too. Tyler bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to throw something even juicier back at him.

Instead, Tyler mirrored Josh, his eyes sliding down his figure before raising an eyebrow in challenge. "Well see about that. Let's see what you've got."

"Come at me, piano boy" Josh grinned, stepping forward and starting to unscrew Tyler’s cymbals, intent on replacing them with his own.

"Alright," Tyler replied, turning on the spot and heading toward his piano. "Just... gimme a head start, I'm gonna loop a few layers, so... the beginning might be a bit awkward. I'll let you know when to start."

Before Tyler settled on the bench behind the piano, he connected another cable from the instrument to a small looping pad, which he placed on top of the wooden frame. As Josh adjusted the drum set to his liking, Tyler flicked the electronics on, testing them to make sure everything was working properly.

Meanwhile, Josh finished setting everything up and gave the drums a few experimental hits- not to show off, but just to make sure everything sounded right and was in the right place.

"Dude, this is actually a pretty good drum set," Josh said when he stopped drumming. "Mind if I tune down your snare?"

Tyler lifted his gaze from the looper, looking at Josh with a confused expression.

"Tune it down? Why?"

"Sounds better," Josh just shrugged, watching Tyler with a neutral expression.

Tyler narrowed his eyes for a second but then shrugged, "Whatever man, do what you want, just put everything back in place when we're done."

Josh just shot him a cheeky grin before bending down to start tuning.

...

Tyler settled down on the stool behind his piano, cracking his knuckles before ghosting his delicate fingers over the keys. He played a few experimental notes, adjusting some effects until he was satisfied with the sound and then started the loop with a press of his footswitch.

He started slow, looping a simple chord progression to create a base that he could later build on. He let the notes breathe for a while, giving the room a moment to settle into the sound. Then he started adding layers. One by one. A deeper chord progression, a few deep and smooth bass notes, a flicker of something atmospheric in the background.

He wasn’t thinking too hard, just letting his instincts guide him, watching the way the music filled the space.

When he took a moment to let the melody settle, Tyler noticed Josh had finished adjusting his drum setup and was now sitting quietly on the stool, sticks in hand, his eyes closed, just listening. He looked almost ethereal, his face relaxed and completely absorbed in the sound, his body swaying slightly with the melody.

Tyler admired him for a moment before he decided to add the last layer, using the small synthesizer by his side. When he finished the loop, he looked up, intending to give Josh the green light and tell him he could start playing, but when his gaze landed on him, he saw Josh's arms already moving through the air.

And then, as if in slow motion, he delivered the first hit on the drums with deliberate precision.

The moment his drumsticks hit the kit, it was on.

The first few hits were light, testing, but then Josh let out a long exhale and locked in. He caught Tylers drift effortlessly, delivering a beat that went perfectly with what Tyler just created. A crisp snare, a perfectly timed kick, a hi-hat that danced right in sync with the loop.

Tyler was stunned for a moment, watching Josh’s hands move swiftly through the air while his eyes remained closed. It was perfect- sharp, witty, and effortless. It felt like Josh was having a conversation with Tyler’s melody. He wasn't just keeping up, the guy was pushing the groove, he was adding his own flair.

And Tyler loved it.

His fingers twitched over the piano, Josh's beat inspiring him to improvise another melodic layer into the loop. He finally hit the keys, and at that exact moment, Josh’s eyes snapped open, locking with Tyler’s. A huge grin broke across his face.

They were both feeling it.

Tyler shifted the progression, adding more texture, and Josh immediately responded with a change in the beat. Their eyes locked, and without a word, they let the music speak for them.

The room felt electric, and for a while, nothing else existed... just the synth, the drums and the shared energy crackling between them. It was magical.

After that, Tyler slowly eased out of the chord progressions, letting the loop fade away completely. Josh mirrored the energy with a final few hits, wrapping up the whole thing effortlessly.

Then- Silence.

Tyler blinked a few times, coming back to himself, his hands still hovering over the keys. He turned to Josh, expression unreadable, chest still rising and falling from the rush of it.

Josh's eyes were already on Tyler, and there was a soft smile playing on his lips. It turned into a grin when their eyes finally locked. Josh ran the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping away the droplets of sweat that had gathered there.

"Still think I can't keep up?" he said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but the teasing undertone was impossible to miss.

Tyler let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck." He ran a hand through his hair, staring at Josh like he was seeing him for the first time. "That was..." He huffed, at a loss for words. "Okay. Fine. You’re good."

Josh laughed loudly, delivering a swift "ba-dum-tss," on the drums. "Told you so," he said, winking with a mischievous grin.

...

They played for a few more minutes, just improvising, building on whatever came to their minds and the sync was unreal. They would’ve probably kept going for much longer if it wasn’t for the loud bing of Tyler’s computer interrupting them.

Tyler stopped playing immediately, and Josh followed suit, albeit a little confused.

"Oh..fucking finally," Tyler exclaimed happily, hitting a few keys on the laptop. "Been waiting for hours."

Josh watched him work on the computer silently, shifting slightly on the drum stool. Tyler never fully got up from behind the piano, instead, he leaned awkwardly to the side, stretching out across the table. His ass arched right into Josh's view.

And what a sight that was for Josh. He only realized he was staring when Tyler turned back, catching the path of his gaze. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but he thought he saw a faint blush creep across Tyler’s face.

"Sorry," Tyler said, his voice a little too casual. "I've been waiting for my new track to save all afternoon, and it’s finally done." He followed up quickly, feeling the need to explain himself for some reason.

"All good, man," Josh nodded. "Wanna jam some more?"

Tyler did. And now that his laptop wasn't busy saving a shitload of data, he could use it to play an old sample that they could jam into. Josh was immediately on board when he presented the idea, so he queued up an old, upbeat sample, letting it fade in until the melody filled the whole room with an electric energy.

Instead of staying at the piano, Tyler slid on a bass. There was no way he could sit for this. He started experimenting with it, sliding between notes, stretching out the sounds, making it deep, fast, bouncy.

Josh caught on immediately, his grin widening like he’d been waiting for Tyler to up the game. He leaned into the drums, tightening the groove, teasing the rhythm with deliberate hits, answering every shift Tyler made.

With the two of them jamming their hearts out, the room became hot in a matter of minutes.

Josh was sweating now, strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he bounced behind the drums, lost in the beat. It didn’t take long before the heat became too much. Without a second thought, he reached behind his neck, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and yanked it off, tossing it somewhere behind him before diving right back into the drums.

Tyler was completely caught up in his own head, spinning around with his lip between his teeth and his eyes closed, his fingers working the bass strings into something nasty.

But then his eyes slipped open for a second and he caught a glimpse of Josh behind the drums- shirtless, flushed from exertion, muscles shifting with every sharp movement.

Fuck...

Tyler’s brain short-circuited. His hand slipped. A note was missed. The rhythm stuttered. He fucked up.

Tyler swore under his breath, scrambling to recover, but the damage was done. Josh noticed. And worse- he enjoyed it.

Josh grinned cheekily, breathless but smug as hell, twirling a drumstick between his fingers as Tyler shot him a glare. But the effect of his intense stare was ruined by the way his ears were turning pink.

"Shut up," Tyler mouthed, his focus snapping back to the bass as he kept playing, definitely not ready to fall into complete silence.

Josh just laughed, full and unbothered, and the sight sent a pulse of something heady through Tyler’s chest. Their chemistry, both musical and otherwise, was so thick it was practically suffocating.

Soon enough, they fell back into rhythm, moving on from Tyler’s unfortunate fuck-up. Still, he couldn’t help himself, sneaking a few more glimpses at Josh’s bare torso here and there while they continued playing.

It was involuntary... There was too much skin and muscles and sweat and... Josh was hot, okay?

And Tyler was getting way too hot himself.

He progressed the next few tones into a natural fade-out and let the music fall silent. Once the playing had stopped, it was impossible not to notice Josh even more- sweat-slick and glowing under the dim studio lights.

Tyler wondered if Josh tasted as good as he looked. He wondered what kind of sound he’d make if Tyler dropped to his knees and licked the glistening sweat from his toned abs. He wondered if he’d grip Tyler’s hair to pull him up… or closer.

Tyler cleared his throat, pushing away thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having right now.

“Break?” he suggested, already pulling the bass off his shoulder before Josh could answer.

Josh just hummed in agreement, tossing his drumsticks carefully to his side as he got up from the stool. Before Tyler could get distracted by any more of Josh's bare skin, he turned on the spot and made his way to the hallway.

"Gonna get us something to drink," Tyler said in the doorway. "Water or beer?"

"Beer," Josh answered, and Tyler made the mistake of looking back at him, just in time to see him drag one hand through his slightly sweaty locks, stretching his muscular torso directly into Tyler’s view and blinding him with his beauty.

He swore he could see Josh smirk smugly while he turned around again, trying to act unaffected.

Tyler was feeling genuinely bewildered as he walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. Not only was Josh an insanely talented drummer, he was also insanely attractive and Tyler found it more and more difficult to ignore.

He grabbed two beers from the fridge, taking a moment to steady himself in the empty space before walking back towards the studio.

When he got to the doorway, he freezed.

Josh was sprawled on top of the leather couch in the most obnoxiously casual way, his head tilted back slightly, leaning against the cushions, his eyes heavy, half-lidded as he watched Tyler walk towards him. His legs were spread just enough to take up more space than necessary and his fingers were tapping lazily across his stomach.

His skin was still glistening, his hair messier than before, and the sight of him- so comfortable, so fucking effortless- knocked something loose in Tyler’s brain.

On top of all that, Josh just watched him like he knew exactly how good he looked and what it was doing to Tyler, the light teasing grin never leaving his face.

Just act normal, Tyler thought to himself as he walked closer, plopping down on the couch next to Josh. Just be fucking normal, Tyler.

"Here," Tyler said, handing him the can of beer and opening his own once Josh took it from his hand.

"Thanks," Josh murmured, popping his can open and taking a long, lazy gulp.

Tyler mirrored his motion, gulping down on the liquid, only now realizing how parched he was. But there was a different kind of thirst thrumming inside him now. One that couldn't be satiated with beer.

A beat of silence stretched between them. Not awkward, but definitely charged. Neither of them acknowledged it, but neither of them could ignore it, either.

After a moment, Tyler couldn't take it anymore. He scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

"So... you play like that with everyone, or is it just me?"

Josh took another long gulp, never breaking eye contact with Tyler. He licked his lips as he lowered the can before speaking.

"Depends... did you like it?"

Tyler felt a flush creep up his neck. Well, he walked right into that one, didn't he? He laughed lightly, shaking his head as he glanced down at the floor. "Not answering that."

Josh just chuckled, setting his can down on the table before tilting his head at Tyler, eyes glinting with something just shy of mischief. “You don’t really have to.”

Tyler made the mistake of looking over at him again. Josh was still watching him, his expression unreadable, but his body language was very clear. He wasn’t in a hurry to move, wasn’t in a hurry to fill the silence with anything other than whatever the hell was simmering between them.

Josh was one hundred percent sure that there was more than just musical chemistry between them, watching Tyler grow hot under his gaze, amused by the way he tried to keep his limbs from twitching nervously.

It was almost cute, how he kept shifting slightly, gripping his beer can a little too tight, the way his jaw twitched every time Josh stretched just a bit more.

Yeah, Josh had that effect on people, and he was very well aware of it.

He was pretty sure that if he pushed just a little bit more, he'd have Tyler putty in his hands in no time. But he was also genuinely curious about this musical project and where it could take him.

Tyler was good. No, scratch that.. he was exceptional. His music was different, fresh, unlike anything Josh had heard before.

And Josh wanted to be a part of it.

But he wanted to be a part of Tyler just as much.

He wanted to hear his voice right by his ear... gasping, whining and calling his name in pleasure. He wanted to feel those delicate fingers tracing over his skin. He wanted to see those beautiful brown eyes flutter shut as he took him to heaven and back. He wanted, and wanted and wanted.

And from the way Tyler watched him back, with his cheeks flushed and shallow breath, Josh could tell that Tyler wanted too.

"So," Josh said, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. "Am I being drafted for the band or what?" His smirk was slight, but deliberate, as he let the hand that had been lazily tapping across his stomach fall loosely between his legs.

Tyler followed the motion with his eyes, his brain lagging for a moment before registering Josh’s actual words. He was sure Josh was doing this on purpose. He was sure he knew exactly the effect he had on Tyler.

And he had just about enough of the teasing. Maybe he was just a small guy behind a piano, but he could sure as hell bite back.

He set the beer can down on the table next to Josh's before leaning back into the couch, casually draping an arm along the backrest, just behind Josh’s shoulders, and spreading his legs ever so slightly.

Josh's breath hitched slightly, Tyler's hand didn't even touch his skin, but the heat of his hand was right there and Josh felt the shift immediately.

Tyler fought back the smirk threatening to form on his lips. Instead, he licked them slowly, feigning a thoughtful expression.

"Well," he drawled, letting his fingers tap against the couch behind Josh’s shoulders, his voice slow, measured, dripping with something else entirely. "That depends..." He turned his head slightly, eyes flicking over Josh before meeting his gaze again. “What do you bring to the table?”

Josh’s grin was immediate- slow and knowing. He licked his lips as he leaned in just a little, the space between them growing thinner, and he tilted his head. “Oh, you know,” he mused, tapping his fingers against his thigh, "I'm real good with my hands, his lips twitched. "I can go hard, but I know exactly when to be soft, too."

Tyler's lips parted just a fraction as he watched Josh lean in closer, his other hand tightening around the fabric of his pants, fingers curling with a subtle pressure.

Josh wasn't done.

"I can read the situation and adjust the tempo accordingly," he continued, voice dripping slightly, "or... I can take charge, switch the pace, keep it interesting, make it...intense."

Josh let his eyes slowly travel down Tyler's sprawled form, taking in every inch. He could feel Tyler tense beneath his gaze, his breath catching, and the subtle shift as his fist tightened around the fabric of his pants.

Oh.. he had him now.

“And stamina,” he added, almost like an afterthought, “can’t forget that.” He stretched slightly, his torso shifting with the movement, before settling back against the couch. “I can go all night."

Tyler's heart pounded in his chest. There was no way they were still talking about music anymore. There was no way he wanted to be talking about music. Not with the way Josh's eyes were slowly undressing him.

He felt Josh's last sentence deep in his gut. He felt it inside his tight pants too, his dick twitching with interest.

Josh watched him, an easy smirk on his lips, clearly enjoying the reaction far too much.

"I know how to build up the tension-," Josh continued, his fingers daring to ghost along the length of Tyler's leg, sliding slowly from his knee upward, "- and when to give a satisfying release," he murmured, his fingers grazing over Tyler's inner thigh before pulling back.

Tyler’s leg twitched under the barely-there touch, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation.

"Want me to keep going?" Josh asked, his voice low, watching Tyler with half-lidded eyes.

Yes... Tyler thought immediately, his body aching for Josh to touch him properly, to feel the full weight of his hand, make him really feel it, but then he realized the question wasn't about Josh's touch.

He took a moment to collect himself. So much for biting back. It seemed that Josh could play Tyler just as well as he could play his drums.

And Tyler was done resisting.

He let out a slow breath and turned to face Josh fully, his eyes dark, unreadable.

"Alright, drummer boy" he murmured, his gaze switching between Josh's eyes and his lips. "Say I'm interested."

Josh’s smirk deepened. “In my skills?” His voice dripped with feigned innocence, but his eyes were daring him to take the bait.

"Uh-huh.." Tyler murmured, barely more than a breath, his gaze lingering on Josh's lips for just a moment longer. "See.. I might need a demonstration."

Josh swallowed, his pulse quickening. "Are we still talking about music?" he teased, quoting Tyler’s earlier question.

Tyler smirked knowingly, leaning just an inch closer before he lifted his eyes to meet Josh's gaze. "Do you want us to be?"

Josh’s breath hitched, a warm sensation sweeping over him. There was no mistaking it now. Tyler wanted him and Josh wanted him just as much.

"Not in the slightest," Josh answered, gaze flicking down to Tyler's lips.

Neither of them moved for a second, the space between them shrinking by itself, like gravity had already decided for them.

And then the inevitable happened.

Tyler closed the last inch between them, his hand reaching up to grip the back of Josh’s neck as their mouths collided in a kiss that was anything but patient. Josh responded instantly, a quiet, satisfied sound slipping from his throat as he pressed forward, fingers curling into Tyler’s shirt.

It was messy, desperate- exactly like a kiss could be when two people who were holding back for a long time had finally given in.

Josh tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his free hand splaying across Tyler’s clothed ribs, feeling the heat beneath his fingertips. Tyler sucked in a sharp breath through his nose but didn’t pull away. If anything, he pulled Josh closer, fingers threading into his hair.

After the whole night spent in Joshua's magnetic presence, Tyler was all in now, no more holding back. His hand slid into the back of Josh's hair, keeping him in place as he deepened the kiss even more, his tongue sliding against Josh's in a sensual dance. Now that he finally got a taste, he couldn't get enough.

His other hand found Josh's waist, sliding over the sweat-slick skin before gripping the muscle on his back. Josh leaned into the touch and let out a satisfied groan into Tyler's mouth, all without breaking the kiss. His own hand released the grip he had on Tyler's shirt, gliding across his collarbones and up his neck, until his fingers brushed beneath Tyler's jaw.

There was something almost animalistic about the way Tyler kissed him, and Josh was pleasantly surprised by this intensity. Tyler had seemed so reserved the whole evening, Josh never would have guessed he'd be such an eager kisser. He definitely wasn't complaining, but deep inside, there was a boiling need to take over and show Tyler what exactly he could bring to the fucking table.

Tyler let out a breathy moan when Josh's fingers slipped into his hair, tugging sharply and denying him another chance to dive toward Josh's lips. His mouth opened in a silent "O", giving Josh the perfect opportunity to take Tyler's lower lip between his teeth. He tugged on it slightly before letting it fall back into place and without wasting another second, he reclaimed Tyler's lips in a heated kiss.

He was the one in the lead now, kissing Tyler slow and deep and downright filthy. He tightened the grip in his hair when Tyler tried to demand more, and Josh earned another sweet moan from him in response.

Josh kept a firm hold on Tyler’s head as he pulled away from his lips, only to let his breath ghost against Tyler's jaw before slightly nipping on the skin there. He soothed the bite with another kiss and continued the path of wet, open mouthed kisses down Tyler’s throat. Tyler eagerly titled his head back, exposing his neck and exhaling a shuddery breath when Josh immediately latched on the sensitive skin.

When Josh was satisfied, he dragged his tongue in a slow stripe up Tyler’s neck before pulling back- just enough to see Tyler's dark expression, lips glistening with saliva, eyes watching him through heavy lids. Fuck... He looked good enough to eat.

"How's that for a demonstration?" Josh asked, his voice low and husky. As he pulled his hand from Tyler’s hair, his thumb lingered on his face, grazing over Tyler’s plump lower lip.

Tyler held his gaze for a while, his pupils blown wide as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes were dark, laced with something dangerous, they were literally burning with raw hunger as he looked up at Josh.

"Not nearly enough," he murmured in a low voice, his gaze dropping back to Josh's lips, as if he couldn’t tear himself away.

Tyler’s hand trailed from Josh’s back to his chest, fingers teasing warm skin, stealing his focus for just a moment. Josh’s lips parted slightly, savoring the touch, and before he could react, Tyler seized the moment, crashing their mouths together in another hungry kiss.

Determined not to let Josh slip away again, Tyler pressed against his chest, pushing him back into the couch cushions. He followed without breaking the kiss, his clothed chest gliding over Josh’s bare skin. The position was a little awkward, and without thinking very hard about it, Tyler lifted his thigh and mounted on Josh's lap in one swift movement.

Josh moaned into his mouth, caught off guard by suddenly having his lap so full of Tyler. Fortunately, his hands worked faster than his brain... One slipped behind Tyler’s back, fisting his shirt and tugging him closer, while the other skimmed down his thigh, gripping, kneading, savoring the firm muscle beneath his touch.

Tyler’s hands gripped Josh’s shoulders, holding him in place as he devoured his lips with an intensity that left both of them gasping for breath.

Tyler felt like he was possessed. All those lonely nights, the dirty thoughts, and the longing to have someone close to him... everything had finally broken the dam inside him, releasing all his desires in a rush, like a waterfall crashing down.

It was Josh's fault. He was just too hot to be real.

Josh’s breath came in sharp, quick bursts, his hands already tugging at Tyler’s shirt, pulling him closer. Tyler responded instantly, pressing his body deeper into Josh’s, shifting his weight slightly as he ground his hips down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

"Oh..fuck," Josh moaned, the low, hungry sound escaping him at the sudden pressure against his crotch. Tyler ate it right up, their open mouths still close, lips barely touching as they shared ragged breaths.

"Yeah," Tyler whispered and repeated the motion of his hips, grinding against Josh's crotch with firm precision.

He could feel Josh's cock hardening beneath him and his own twitched in his pants at the sensation. Tyler's eyes fluttered shut as he moved against him once more, bracing himself against Josh's shoulders to really make them both feel it. He tilted his head back, letting out a breathy moan.

Josh seized the opportunity, tugging at Tyler’s shirt, lifting it off his body and tossing it aside, somewhere beneath the couch. His hands were on Tyler’s bare skin in an instant, sliding across his chest, down his waist, before gripping his hips and guiding him to grind against Josh, creating the perfect friction for both of them.

His eyes wandered over Tyler’s chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos before settling on his lower half, watching the beautiful rhythm of Tyler’s muscles as he moved his hips above him. The bulge in his pants was undeniable, mirroring the one Josh felt in his own, igniting the fire burning in his chest even more.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, lifting his head just in time to see Tyler open his eyes, locking gazes with Josh. The desire in Tyler’s eyes was unmistakable.

Without hesitation, Josh grabbed Tyler by the back of his neck, pulling their mouths together once more, their lips locking in another heated kiss. Tyler devoured Josh’s lips, grinding down harder, his patience gone entirely. They were both fully hard now, sliding against each other, trapped in the fabric of their clothes. The friction was maddening, but never quite enough.

Tyler’s hands glided over Josh’s chest, kneading his firm pecs in his palms before softening the touch, grazing his fingertips over his nipples. Josh arched his back at the sensation, a desperate whine escaping his lips as Tyler repeated the motion.

Pulling away from the kiss, Tyler looked down, watching his fingers tease over Josh’s nipples, the beautiful sound of Josh’s breath filling his ears as he let out another soft gasp.

He could feel his mouth watering at the sight before him. Josh, sprawled half naked, breathing heavily, hard in his pants, just watching and waiting for Tylers next move. And Tyler couldn't hold himself back anymore, he needed to know what Josh's skin tasted like.

Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to the skin just beneath Josh’s pec, at the first line of his abs, then dragged a long, wet stripe up the center of his chest, moaning at the salty taste. He pulled back for a moment, admiring the trail he’d left behind before repeating the motion, choosing a slightly different path this time.

He could feel Josh’s breath hitch when his tongue grazed over his hardened nipple. God, he was so sensitive. Tyler smirked against his skin before pulling away.

"Are you sure you even want to be in the band? Because it seems to me like I’m doing all the work here," he said teasingly, glancing up at Josh with a playful challenge in his eyes.

Josh's eyes darkened immediately. As much as Tyler’s sinful attention had consumed him, there was a new fire, a fresh desire, burning inside him now and that was to show Tyler just how completely wrong that assumption was.

"Oh, you'll be eating those words in just a few minutes," he growled, sliding his hands over Tylers hips and down to his ass.

He gripped him there with force, dragging Tyler’s crotch against his own one more time before shifting their position in one swift move. Grabbing Tyler by the back of his neck, he pushed him to the side, pulling him off his lap and guiding him to lie down against the pillow on the armrest.

Tyler squeaked in surprise as he suddenly found himself underneath Josh, gazing up at him with wide eyes as the muscular boy positioned himself on top. Now it was Josh straddling Tyler’s lap, except one of his legs was planted firmly on the floor, giving him the perfect leverage to hover over Tyler without suffocating him. At the same time, it kept him steady enough to create just the right friction when their hips ground together.

His hands gripped Tyler’s wrists, pulling them above his head and pressing them into the pillow as his hips moved in Tyler’s lap with snaps that were firm and torturous and just about perfect.

"Oh my fucking... Josh," Tyler moaned beneath him, writhing helplessly under Josh's weight.

For a moment, Tyler couldn’t believe Josh was real. The way he manhandled him, flipping them around like it was nothing and trapping Tyler beneath his hot body, nearly made him lose control right then and there. The men he usually slept with were nowhere near as confident or domineering... and maybe that was exactly what he’d been missing.

"You were saying?" Josh murmured seductively into his ear as he kissed his way up Tyler’s neck.

Tyler could only moan desperately, his hips bucking up against Josh’s, craving some friction for his aching cock. He was pretty sure he was leaking by now.

"For a while you seemed awfully confident that you were the one in charge here," Josh continued, readjusting his grip over Tyler's wrists, grabbing them both in just one hand. "But that's not really what you want, is it?" Josh teased, sliding his other hand around Tyler’s throat for a moment, feeling his pounding pulse before trailing down to his chest.

Josh lifted his gaze to meet Tyler’s, waiting for his answer, but Tyler’s words were stuck in his throat, unable to make it out of his mouth. He just opened and closed his mouth in a weak attempt to say something.

The smirk on Josh’s face widened as he saw Tyler’s expression. God, he wanted to take that boy apart.

"See.. I think what you want...-" Josh spoke again, lifting his body slightly to watch his free hand trail down Tyler’s heaving chest. He slid it down his stomach, stopping just above the waistband of his pants, teasing the skin along the hem. "...is to show me just how much of a good boy you can be, while I completely take you apart."

He finished the line by sliding his palm over the bulge in Tyler’s pants, squeezing with just the right amount of firmness.

"Fuck.. Josh!" Tyler moaned, bucking his hips into Josh's hand.

His hands twitched above his head, desperate to break free from Josh's unrelenting grip, to reach out and pull him closer. But Josh’s hold was unyielding, keeping Tyler pinned as his other hand massaged over his clothed erection. Tyler’s body arched instinctively into Josh's touch, craving more. A desperate moan slipped from his lips as the friction sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Josh drank in the sight before him, absolutely loving the expression on Tyler's face when he realized Josh held the power over him. He loved the soft little sounds slipping from Tyler’s lips as his hand teased him to full hardness.

"Am I right? Is that what you want?" Josh said, sliding the palm of his hand over Tyler's clothed dick one more time before placing it on his waist, splaying his fingers and holding Tyler's writhing body down. His own cock was straining against his jeans and he couldn't help but grind his hips down against Tylers thigh.

Tyler's breath hitched, his eyes dark with lust as he watched the motion, biting his lip. He nodded, unable to find the words in the haze of desire clouding his mind. But Josh wasn’t having it.

"Say it, baby," Josh commanded, his voice low and insistent, the pressure of his hand on Tyler’s waist firm and unyielding. He leaned down towards Tyler's face, parting his lips as if he was about to kiss him, but then pulled away just slightly, murmuring against Tyler’s hungry lips. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, god... please!" Tyler breathed, his voice thick with need, barely able to get the words out.

Before Tyler could take another breath, Josh captured his lips in a bruising kiss, stealing his last bit of air as his mouth claimed Tyler's. The kiss was hungry, possessive, the heat between them growing more intense with every second.

Deepening the kiss, Josh finally released the grip on Tylers wrists, moving his hand to cradle Tyler's face instead. He leaned more of his weight on top of the boy, when Tyler's hands pulled him closer by his shoulders, the pressure of his touch making Josh's heart race.

They explored each other furher, hands gliding over heated skin, stoking the fire simmering just beneath the surface. Tyler's hands roamed over Josh’s back, pulling him even tighter as their bodies aligned. Josh’s fingers traced the lines of Tylers jaw, the soft curve of his neck and down his chest, feeling the slight tremors of desire growing with every caress.

Josh pulled away from Tyler’s lips, only to follow the path of his hand with his mouth, scattering kisses over his jaw and neck. He moved slowly, savoring every inch, until he reached the geometric tattoos on Tyler’s chest- the ones he’d been curious about ever since he first saw them peeking out.

He traced the lines with his tongue, moaning as if they were flavored with something sweet and intoxicating. Or maybe that was just how Tyler always tasted. Leaving open-mouthed kisses over the ink, Josh slowly made his way down to Tyler’s nipple, flicking his tongue over it with a mix of curiosity and intent.

Tyler pushed his hands into Josh’s hair, caressing, tugging slightly, but mostly keeping him in place as he finally flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud. At the same time, Josh’s hand mirrored the motion on the other, sending a shiver through Tyler’s body, a shuddering gasp slipping past his lips.

Josh lifted his gaze to take in Tyler’s expression while his thumbs continued their slow torment, dragging over his nipples with just enough pressure to make him feel it. A satisfied groan rumbled in Josh’s chest when he was met with dark, pleading eyes, Tyler’s lip caught between his teeth almost aggressively.

Tyler whined softly, watching Josh watch him, his fingers threading deeper into Josh’s hair. He gave a gentle but insistent push, guiding him in the direction he wanted. Down.

"Pushy..." Josh chuckled against the skin of Tyler’s abdomen but let himself be guided further down.

"Stop teasing then," Tyler shot back, his voice breathless as Josh’s lips latched onto the sensitive skin just beneath his hipbone.

"Thats not what a good boy would say," Josh murmured, placing one more kiss against the sensitive area before biting down, silmultaneously twisting one of Tyler's nipples between his fingers, the pressure sharp and not so gentle.

"Aah, fuck," Tyler moaned, his back arching as his hips thrust upward, desperately seeking something to grind against. Josh, of course, pulled away just in time, denying Tyler the friction he craved. Tyler whimpered, his voice thick with need. "Josh..please."

"What do you want, baby?" Josh asked, his voice rough, yet sweet like honey. His hand slid down Tyler's clothed thigh, caressing along its length while his mouth returned to soothe the bite he'd left behind. "Tell me," he murmured against his skin.

"God.. Josh," Tyler gasped, looking down as Josh hovered so close to his crotch, placing soft kisses along the hem of his pants, his gaze locked on Tyler, waiting expectantly for his answer. Tyler exhaled shakily, "Wanna feel you... Wanna taste you... Wanna be good for you," he said with a slight thrust of his hips.

Josh groaned, his grip on Tyler’s thigh tightened for a moment before his gaze shifted to the obvious bulge in Tyler's pants, straining and desperate for attention. When he ghosted his hand over it once more, Tyler let out a soft whine.

"Oh my god.. you're unreal," Josh murmured, lifting his thigh off of Tyler and kneeling down beside the couch. Unable to hold himself back any longer, undid the button of Tyler's pants, grabbing them by the waistline and tugging them down his thighs in one swift motion.

Tyler moaned with relief as his straining erection was finally freed from the confines of his pants. Josh licked his lips absentmindedly, his gaze drawn to the way Tyler's underwear left little to the imagination, the outline of his cock clearly visible.

The anticipation made Tyler’s head spin, or maybe it was the fact that, somewhere in the process, he had forgotten how to breathe. Josh was eyeing him like a piece of candy, and Tyler’s hands twitched with the sudden, desperate need to grab him and feed him.

"Hmm... look at that," Josh murmured, his hand gliding up Tyler’s inner thigh before cupping his balls over the thin fabric of his underwear. His fingers pressed teasingly into the sensitive spot just behind, drawing a deep, guttural groan from Tyler’s chest as Josh massaged him there with slow, deliberate pressure.

He teased the head of his cock over the fabric, the wet stain from Tyler’s precum sticking to his fingers as he circled them there. Tyler’s cock twitched beneath his touch, desperate for more friction, but Josh was in no hurry. He was savoring this. With a satisfied hum, he wrapped his hand around the full length of Tyler’s cock, exhaling a hot breath against the tip, watching with satisfaction as a violent shiver wracked through Tyler’s body.

"Josh, please," Tyler begged, biting the inside of his cheek. His eyes were locked on Josh, dark with desperation. If he could move things with his eyes, Josh’s head would have been buried between his legs a long time ago. But instead, all he got was another teasing touch to the clothed head of his cock- somehow both too much and not enough at the same time.

Luckily, Josh was running out of patience himself, his hands sliding under the waistband of Tyler’s underwear. He looked up at Tyler one last time before sliding the fabric down, revealing his rock hard cock. Josh’s mouth parted in a silent moan at the sight. His eyes roamed over every line, every vein, drinking him in like a masterpiece.

"God..so beautiful," Josh said, tugging the undergarment down Tyler’s knees before sliding both hands back up his thighs. Without hesitation, he buried his face into the soft curls at the base of Tyler’s dick, inhaling sharply, his breath hot against Tyler’s sensitive skin.

Jesus.

Tyler barely had time to process Josh’ religious moment with his dick before the heat of his mouth engulfed him. His eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, overwhelmed by the sensation. After so much teasing, the pleasure hit him like a tidal wave, making his entire body tense and relax in rhythmic waves.

Josh swirled his tongue around the sensitive head, tasting Tyler’s precum and flattening his tongue against the underside before he took him deeper, his lips sealing around him as a low hum vibrated through his throat.

"Ooh, fuck... yes," Tyler moaned as the warmth enveloped his length, his hand shooting into Josh’s hair, just resting there, feeling every movement. "God... your mouth," he groaned again, his breath hitching when Josh slid almost all the way down, taking as much of him as he could without choking.

Josh moaned around him greedily when Tyler’s cock twitched inside his mouth, the reaction fueling him to work faster. Soon enough, he was bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, sliding up and down Tyler’s shaft while the other boy tried to push away the strands of hair falling into Josh’s face, wanting to see the show.

Josh looked downright sinful with his mouth stretched around Tyler’s dick, taking him in like he was fucking made for it. Tyler could come just like this... He could tighten his grip in Josh’s hair, guide him deeper, meet him halfway with a slow thrust of his hips. He could hold him there, cut off his air, force him up for a quick breath, only to push him right back down again.

He could ruin the boy in he wanted. But with the way Josh looked up at him from beneath his lashes, his head bobbing enthusiastically over his cock, he knew there was more. He saw the silent promise in Josh’s eyes, so instead, he let his head fall down against the couch cushion and surrendered to the endless pleasure of Josh’s mouth.

When Josh came up for air, Tyler’s cock slipped from his mouth with a wet pop, bouncing against his stomach in an utterly obscene way. Josh immediately replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking Tyler lazily while his other hand trailed back to his balls and further down

"Oh..fuck," Tyler cursed when Josh pressed into his perineum, massaging his prostate from the outside. His hips bucked up, thrusting his cock further into Josh’s hand, and Josh watched the movement with hunger in his eyes.

Suddenly, Josh’s touch disappeared completely, leaving Tyler momentarily confused. But when he looked down, he saw Josh already reaching for his pants and underwear, tugging them further down and off his legs, discarding the clothing onto the floor.

Then, Tyler’s leg was being bent in the knee and pushed up, while the other hung a little akwkwardly from the side of the couch. The position gave Josh more space to settle back down between his legs. His hand returned to Tyler's cock almost immediately, jerking it in long, deliberate tugs, and just a moment later, Josh’s mouth joined in, licking over his balls.

The hand that had been pushing Tyler’s leg up slid down between his thighs. The combination of Josh’s hand on his cock and his mouth on his balls was intensified by his thumb teasing over Tyler's perineum.

Tyler looked down to see Josh watching him, the image utterly filthy as Josh’s tongue worked over his balls, but the challenge in his eyes was undeniable.

He held Tyler’s gaze and then- slowly, torturously slowly- dragged the pad of his thumb over Tyler’s hole, drawing a broken whimper from the boy beneath him.

"Aaagh fuck," Tyler whined, hips twitching involuntarily at the touch, whether to escape or press himself closer, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that Josh was going to make him come if he kept going for just a minute longer.

Tyler’s head fell back again, eyes squeezing shut in delirium as Josh pressed his thumb more firmly against his entrance, teasing around the edge but never fully pushing in. He savored the beautiful sounds spilling from Tyler’s lips and the way his hips instinctively chased his touch, desperate for more.

The hand in Josh’s hair suddenly tightened and Tyler’s body trembled slightly, and it took every ounce of self control for him to push Josh off his cock.

"Ghha, oh my god," Tyler panted heavily, barely holding back his orgasm. His wide eyes met Josh’s, finding the same dazed, hungry expression staring back at him. "Not yet... c’mere Joshie," he murmured, pulling Josh closer as he leaned up, meeting him halfway in a needy, desperate kiss.

Josh hovered above Tyler a little awkwardly as they kissed, one hand bracing against the couch to keep himself from collapsing onto him.

Tyler pulled away after a moment, looking up at Josh, his pupils blown wide. His gaze quickly dropped- or more like locked right in front of him, where Josh was standing, rock hard beneath his pants. The next few moves happened fast: a flick of a button, the drag of a zipper, a rustle of fabric being yanked down and then, Tyler’s silent gasp when he found out that Josh wasn’t wearing any underwear.

"Nasty boy," Tyler muttered, eyes flicking up to catch the proud smirk playing on Josh’s lips.

Intending to wipe it off, Tyler helped Josh tug his pants the rest of the way down, then steadied him with a firm grip on his hips. With Josh standing and himself seated on the couch, he now found himself face-to-face with Josh’s impressive length- and it made his mouth water with want.
If only he wasn’t so busy being stunned by the sheer size of it.

“What is it, baby?” Josh teased, threading his fingers through Tyler’s short hair. “Too much for you?”

Tyler looked up, taking in Josh’s smug expression, though he didn’t miss the flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes. This sure as hell wasn’t the first time Josh got that reaction. Tyler was sure there had been others before him, people who looked just as shocked, maybe even more so. He was pretty damn sure there were people who actualy did find it too much.

That doubt in Josh’s eyes? It was the echo of past disappointments, the fear it might happen again.

But not with Tyler. Hell no.

Tyler held Josh’s gaze, his own eyes firing a silent challenge before dropping back down to Josh’s cock. It wasn’t even that big.. it was actually a perfect combination of lenght, width and texture.

With one last lingering look Tyler licked his lips and lifted his eyes to Josh again, opening his mouth wide in silent plea.

"Oh my god," Josh moaned at the sight, pushing his hand deeper into Tyler’s hair, tilting his head back slightly. "Fuck, baby.. you’re something else.." he murmured, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and giving it a few slow, lazy strokes.

Tyler held his gaze, keeping his mouth wide open, waiting for Josh to guide his lenght inside. When Josh stepped closer and positioned himself right in front of him, Tyler stuck out his tongue, making Josh moan again before his cock even touched his waiting mouth.

Josh took a small step closer, finally resting the head of his cock on Tyler’s outstretched tongue, letting him feel the weight of it first. When the boy didn’t move and inch, locked in place as he waited for Josh’s next move, Josh knew this wasn’t Tyler’s first rodeo. The boy knew what he was doing and Josh had a feeling it was going to be exceptional.

"Fuck..such a good boy," Josh groaned, finally pushing his cock into Tyler’s mouth, cutting off the whine that formed in the back of Tyler’s throat.

Tyler’s lips closed around him, tongue teasing along the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing as he tried to take him even deeper. Josh pulled out slightly, letting Tyler adjust to his lenght and then he eased back in, watching closely as Tyler relaxed into it. He felt Tyler’s hands grip the backs of his thighs, searching for leverage, something to hold onto while his mouth was being used.

Josh thrusted his hips in a steady rhytm, sliding in and out of Tyler’s mouth. Tyler’s eyes were beginning to water, but he still managed to breathe between thrusts, taking Josh’s cock without much trouble. That was, until Josh decided to test his limits, pushing in a little deeper with each stroke, until Tyler had to hollow his throat to take him all in.

"Ahh, fuck," Josh moaned when he hit the back of Tyler’s throat. "Such a pretty mouth," he mused, gently caressing Tyler’s hair while his airflow was cut off. “Who would’ve guessed it could take cock like that? You were fucking made for it, baby.”

Tyler moaned at Josh’s praise, the sound rumbling up from his chest and catching in his throat, making him gag around Josh’s cock when it pressed against his uvula.

Josh pulled out, a thin string of saliva still connecting his cock to Tyler’s lips as he gave him a moment to catch his breath and collect himself. When Tyler lifted his eyes to meet Josh’s again, Josh slid right back in—burying himself to the hilt, hitting the back of Tyler’s throat with every thrust.

Tyler adjusted to the feeling pretty quickly, taking Josh in with just an occasional gag, though mostly he looked like he couldn’t get enough.

"Jesus, fuck," Josh moaned, driving his cock down Tyler’s throat, using his face like he was nothing more than a worthless hole- just there to be fucked. And judging by the way Tyler’s cock twitched between his legs from time to time, he loved being used like that.

But ever since Josh had heard him cry out from the slightest touch to his hole, he’d had his mind set on something else tonight.

After one final thrust into Tyler’s greedy mouth, Josh pulled out, fisting a hand in his hair and yanking him up off the couch. He dragged Tyler close, flush against him, and crushed their mouths together in a filthy, breathless kiss.

Josh’s hands roamed possessively over him, gripping his flushed skin, tracing the curve of his muscles, and grabbing his ass with both hands like he couldn’t get enough of him. Tyler moaned into the kiss, still catching his breath, his body pliant under Josh’s touch.

Then, with a low growl, Josh spun him around, pressing Tyler’s back flush against his chest. He closed one hand around Tyler’s throat, not squeezing, just resting there, reminding him who’s in control. Josh leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Tyler’s ear as he whispered in a low voice.

“Took me so well… so fucking good for me," he murmured, his voice soft yet intense.

Tyler shivered, caught between the heat of Josh’s body and the weight of his words. His hands twitched by his sides, unsure whether to reach back or stay still.

Josh kissed the side of his neck, just below his ear. “You like being good for me, don’t you?” His hand on Tyler’s throat squeezed briefly before sliding down, fingertips grazing his chest, then lower. "Think you’ve got more in you?”

Tyler let out a shaky gasp, arching his back slightly, pressing his hips back into Josh’s crotch. "Yeah…” he breathed, almost involuntarily. “Yeah, I do.”

"Yeah?" Josh let out a low chuckle at Tyler’s attempt to press his ass against him. "Why don’t you ask me nicely, then? Tell me what you want," he said, nuzzling behind his ear.

Tyler swallowed hard, the combination of sheer want and slight humiliation from Josh making him delirious. His body buzzed with need, and Josh’s firm presence behind him made it harder and harder to focus. He let his head fall against Josh’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered. "Please."

"Hmm.. that’s my good boy," Josh murmured, the grip on Tyler’s hips tightening.

Before Tyler could even react, he was being pushed forward, shoved onto the couch. He braced himself on shaky arms, knees sinking into the cushion, torso draped over the backrest as Josh pressed up against his back- hot, hard, and entirely in control.

He kissed the nape of his neck gently before sliding both his hands down Tyler’s back, settling them on his ass. He gripped the cheeks firmly, thumbs spreading him just enough to make Tyler suck in a breath.

"God... look at you," Josh murmured, almost to himself. He leaned down, placing a few soft kisses at the small of Tyler’s back, trailing his lips upward along the curve of his spine while his hands continued to caress the skin of his ass.

Tyler shuddered violenty under the attention, goosebumps breaking out across his skin as Josh kissed along his spine with aching tenderness, worshiping him piece by piece. The anticipation of what was coming was driving him insane.

"You’re shaking," Josh said softly, his voice teasing, but warm and gentle too. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Tyler whimpered, his voice cracking. "I’m good, just- Josh.. fuck."

"Hmm.. I know, baby," Josh murmured against the skin between his shoulder blades. "I’ve got you."

Then, Josh was moving down again, lips trailing along Tyler’s back. The kisses grew more desperate, hungrier and wetter as he knelt behind him, spreading Tyler open with his thumbs and settling his face between his cheeks.

The first drag of his tongue over Tyler’s hole made them both moan in unison. A loud, broken sound tore from Tyler’s throat, high and desperate. He gripped the couch cushions, fingers clawing for something to hold onto as his hips jerked back instinctively.

"F-fuck, Josh!” he cried, voice raw and shaking. “Oh my god- don’t stop...”

And Josh didn’t.

He licked deeper, savoring every sound Tyler made as his tongue worked over him. He was loud and unfiltered, writhing under Josh’s hands in the most beautiful way. It was messy and intense, and Josh was completely gone for it.

He kept working between Tyler’s cheeks with slow and steady drags of his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his ass, exposing him to his hungry eyes.

Tyler’s thighs trembled, hips pushing back into Josh’s touch, his cock twitching between his legs. He whined into the couch cushions, fingers gripping the fabric in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

His body jerked violently when one of Josh’s hands found it’s way between his legs, stroking his cock while his tongue slipped past the tight ring of muscle, breaching his way inside his puckered hole.

"Fuck.. please," he whined, voice completely wrecked. "Josh, I-- I need you inside me."

"Yeah?" Josh said breathlessly, pulling away slighty, just enough to watch the way Tyler’s hole clenched around nothing at the absence of his tongue. "You sure?" Josh asked teasingly, sliding the pad of his thumb over the tight muscle, drawing another desperate whine from the boy. "Cause I could keep going, baby."

"No.. Yes!"Tyler turned his head enough to look back at him, his face flushed. "I mean- Fuck, Josh.. please! I wanna feel you," he begged, voice full of desperation.

That was all Josh needed.

He let go of Tyler’s ass, smacking his right cheek before stepping away from the boy. Bending down, he grabbed his jeans from the floor and reached into the back pocket, pulling out two small packets. He smirked smugly when he caught Tyler watching him over his shoulder.

"You came prepared," Tyler said matter-of-factly, expression neutral, but it was clear that he could care less, all he really wanted was Josh’s hands back on his skin and hid cock burried deep inside him.

Josh grinned at him, tearing the foil open with his teeth. "Are you complaining?" he asked, his voice rough with want. Tyler just bit his lip in response, shaking his head slightly.

He made a show out of it, slipping the condom on his cock with slow, controled movements, fully aware that Tyler was drinking in his every move with anticipation. He pumped himself once, twice, holding Tyler’s gaze as the air thickened with electric tension.

Josh tore open the second packet of lube and used half of it to coat his fingers in the slick substance. Tyler swallowed hard as he watched Josh take a step closer, and then there was a slick finger sliding between his cheeks with practiced care.

Tyler arched with a sharp inhale, but there was no hesitation, just eagerness, his body already soft and open from the attention Josh had given him, and Josh’s finger slid into his tight heat without resistance.

"Oooh," Tyler moaned, letting his head fall back onto the cushion, hips pressing back against Josh’s finger as he relished the strange, intoxicating feeling.

Josh pulled the finger almost all the way out, lining up another right beside it before pushing both of them inside Tyler’s hole, stretching him open in the most amazing way.

"Doing so good for me, baby," Josh murmured, pressing his other hand over Tyler’s waist to hold him still. He curled his fingers slightly, watching the way Tyler’s back arched deeper in response. It only took two more strokes to find the spot he was looking for.

"Oh my.. fuck! Tyler moaned when Josh’s fingers brushed against his prostate, sending electric shocks down his spine. He was so stretched, so wet, so ready... his cock was leaking between his legs, staining the worn-out leather beneath him.

"More," he whined, pushing his hips harder into Josh’s hand. "Please Josh.. I need you. Now."

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Josh emptied the rest of the packet into his hand, spreading the lube over his lenght, positioning himself right behind Tyler. He lined himself up and pushed in- slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping Tyler’s hips as he guided himself inside.

"Shit," Tyler gasped, his head dropping between his shoulders, both hands clutching the back of the couch. The feeling of finally being filled was overwhelming, a heady mix of relief and intensity that made his whole body tremble, the deep stretch pushing at the edge of pain but flooding him with pleasure

"Oh fuck, Tyler... you feel so good," Josh groaned when he finally bottomed out.

Tyler’s body relaxed, adjusting to the weird intrusion, his insides tightening and then melting around Josh’s cock. "Move.. please," he whimpered, voice raw, wrecked, and aching with need.

Josh began to move slowly, easing himself almost all the way out before thrusting back in, giving them both enough time to adjust to the feeling. Each thrust sent a low moan rolling out of Tyler’s mouth, filling the whole room with the echo of his pleasure. Josh swore he’d never heard anything hotter in his life. His hips settled into a steady rhytm and Tyler’s body took every thrust like he was made for it.

"Josh... don’t stop," Tyler whined again, one of his hands reaching back weakly in a desperate attempt to hold onto Josh. "Please, don’t stop."

Josh’s grip on his hips tightened and he leaned down to place a kiss on Tyler’s shoudler. "I’ve got you," he murmured, snapping his hips more sharply into Tyler, driving deeper with each thrust. The heat, the tightness, the way Tyler clenched around him with each thrust- it was enough to make his vision blurry.

Every time Josh bottomed out, it send shocks rippling up Tyler’s spine, his thighs trembling as they struggled to hold him upright. Josh leaned over him, his chest pressing against Tyler’s back, hands roaming over his hips, his sides, fingers digging into the sweat-slick skin. His mouth brushed between Tyler’s shoulder blades, not even kissing anymore, just leaving open-mouthed breaths against his skin.

“Fuck.. you’re taking me so well,” Josh murmured against his skin. “So perfect for me. I can feel you shaking.”

Now that Josh said it out loud, Tyler realized he really was shaking. His legs trembled beneath him, the strength in his thighs was fading fast, his body giving in completely to the pace, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness.

Before he could voice his struggle, Josh was pulling away, his cock slipping out and leaving Tyler with a sudden, aching emptiness. Then he was being moved—turned and gently pushed onto his back. Josh whispered a soft "Lie down for me, baby," as he positioned himself on top.

Josh moved fast after that, pushing Tylers knees up, spreading them apart, wrapping his hand around his cock as he lined himself with Tyler’s hole once more. He pushed inside with one swift motion, met with no resistance.

Tyler’s eyes rolled back at the sensation, another loud cry escaping his lips as he was filled again.

And this time, Josh didn’t hold back. His hips kept snapping forward, hard and relentless. Tyler’s pliant body moved with each thrust, sliding deeper into the couch cushions. He wrapped his legs around Josh and dug his fingers into his back, desperate to hold onto something.

"Joshh," Tyler’s voice cracked weakly. He felt like slipping out of consciousnes, Josh was pounding into him without mercy, and there was nothing he could do but take it. All he could focus on was Josh’s face, torn open with pleasure, completely gone, while the rest of the room was spinning.

He didn’t even realize he was crying out a series of quiet "I can’t, I can’t .. I can’t" as the sensation began to overwhelm him.

"That’s it.. fuck," Josh moaned, tiny drops of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept up the punishing tempo. "You can take it. You will take it, wont you? Youll be a good boy and come around my cock, just like this," Josh stuttered between thrusts, each word driving Tyler closer to the edge.

Tyler was too far gone to respond, but Josh’s words still lit him up from the inside. His head was tossed back, sweat streaming down his temples, his mouth working helplessly around the same broken syllables: "I can’t, I can’t..." He was overwhelmed, strung out on the edge of orgasm, the pressure inside him building too fast, too strong, too much.

"Yes you can," Josh said, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of Tyler’s neck. His hips snapped harder, deeper, driving into him without pause. "Come for me, baby.. Let go."

And Tyler did- with a strangled cry, his body tensed beneath Josh, back arching, thighs tightening around his waist as the orgasm ripped through him with staggering force. It was white-hot, blinding, completely unraveling him as he came hard, untouched, thick spurts of cum painting his stomach in waves.

The moment Tyler clenched around him, Josh lost it.

He bit down on Tyler’s shoulder, muffling the guttural groan that tore from his throat as his hips stuttered, snapping into Tyler one final time as he came. His cock throbbed deep inside, releasing in hard pulses that spilled into the condom. His vision blurred with the intensity, his body spasming uncontrollably.

For a moment, there was nothing but shared pleasure, hot breaths, quiet whimpers and trembling muscles, the aftershock of pleasure rattling through them both.

Josh collapsed gently on top of Tyler, covering his body like a safety blanket as they clinged to each other, bodies spent, chests rising and falling in tandem. He didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he stayed there, one hand slowly running through Tyler’s hair, the other tracing soft lines along his side, giving Tyler a moment to piece himself back together.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, breaths slowly evening out, heartbeats settling, their bodies fully relaxing into each other. Only then did Josh carefully pull out, a soft groan escaping his lips as he reached down to remove the condom.

Then he lay down next to Tyler, pulling him close against his chest and gently caressing his hair with the tips of his fingers. Josh looked down at him with such tenderness, it made Tyler’s heart melt.

“Well… damn,” Tyler said softly, shaking his head as their eyes met, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That was something.”

Josh matched his grin, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah… it really was,” he murmured, tracing soft patterns across Tyler’s chest.

For a long while, they were silent, just breathing, existing. Tyler was secretly relishing in the feeling of Joshs body next to him, he liked being held like this. And so they stayed, limbs tangled, the silence thick but comfortable. Their heartbeats slowly synced, and piece by piece, their minds began to drift back into their bodies, back into reality.

"Josh?" Tyler asked suddenly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Hmm?" Josh hummed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across Tyler’s stomach.

"You’re hired... If you still want in."

Josh blinked, clearly confused. "What?"

"The band," Tyler said, tilting his head to look at Josh. "You passed. Your, uh... your technique demonstration was like .. really good."

Josh stared at him, dumbfounded for a beat, but then his face twisted with amusement. "Dude.. You didn’t just say that," he laughed out airily.

"Absolutely did," Tyler chuckled beside him, secretly proud of himself for making Josh laugh like that, but then his expression softened, his tone growing more serious. "I mean it though, I really want you to be my drummer."

Josh smirked, voice dipping low as he pulled Tyler a little closer. "Your drummer, huh?"

"Among other things.. maybe," Tyler said, blushing under Josh’s gaze.

"Yeah?" Josh’s eyes flicked over him, something gentler behind the teasing now. "Yeah I’d like that."

"Okay..." Tyler smiled softly, almost bashful.

Josh leaned towards him to peck his lips softly, once, twice, lingered the third time, savoring the warmth of Tyler’s lips. When he finally pulled back, his expression was thoughtful.

“Okay… but like- what are we gonna say in interviews?” he asked, nuzzling his nose beneath Tyler’s jaw. “Y’know, when they ask how we met?”

“Oh…” Tyler said, thinking for a moment before a grin spread across his face, "Well.. the truth, obviously."

Josh looked down at him, suspicious. "What.. you wanna tell them we met on tinder?"

"Sure! Why not," Tyler said with a shrug, then he suddenly lit up. "Okay, wait. Brilliant idea- hear me out. We should totally come up with several stories of how we met. Each one less believable than the last. Except one of them is true."

Josh cracked up by his side. "Dude!"

"Duuuude!" Tyler fired back, giggling quietly.

Josh just shook his head, clearly loving the idea. "We should also tell them I was, like… friends with your ex-bandmates or something. Something easy for them to believe. They’ll be so fucking mistaken."

Tyler giggled again, giving Josh’s chest a light punch. "And we should act like we’re just friends all the time."

Josh stretched out lazily, one arm draped across Tyler’s waist. "Yeah, but we’d never lie, right? Like… if someone asks, we’ll tell them we kiss like all the time."

"Exactly," Tyler let out a soft laugh, shifting onto his side to face him, fingers idly tracing the edge of Josh’s jaw. "Dude.. we should even get like.. fake wives and all."

Josh raised an eyebrow, amused, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Mindfuck of the century."

Tyler nodded solemnly. "It would sure as hell keep the fans entertained," he bit back another laugh as he nudged Josh’s knee with his own.

Josh tilted his head, mock-serious. "They’d probably write fanfiction about us. And we would read it to see how far they are from the truth," he paused and looked at Tyler with mischeveous grin "or y’know... we could play it out if it’s good."

Tyler snorted, the sound breaking into a soft giggle as he buried his face briefly against Josh’s shoulder. "God... I think I like you already."

Josh leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and a little silly. “Yeah...we should be famous together, man.”

 

And so they were.