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Josh was sitting on the sofa in their green room. The show had just ended and Josh was scrolling on instagram, looking at all the videos people had made. He smiled occasionally looking at the fans' happy faces and how good Tyler looked. Tyler wasn't here yet, he was out discussing some logistics with the crew and he had told Josh to just go back to the dressing room and wait for him there.
So, Josh waited for him. Scrolling to pass the time. Half an hour later the door finally creaked open. Josh looked up and saw Tyler walk in. He dragged a hand down his face, looking visibly annoyed. He shut the door behind him, locking it before leaning back against it. Tyler's eyes drifted towards Josh who was still sitting there, his phone unlocked in his hands.
They locked eyes, Tyler's eyes being filled with storm clouds. He sighed, taking the clancy stole off from around his neck and holding it between his hands. He stared down at it, then stared back up at Josh. He was thinking, calculating, Josh could tell, but he had no clue what to expect.
"You okay, dude?" Josh asked.
Tyler just hummed, looking down at the stole again. He stood up straight, walking over to where Josh was sitting. He then kneeled in front of him, placing his hands on Josh's thighs. "Can I blindfold you?" He asked, his voice soft but commanding.
"Yeah." Josh's voice lowered, matching Tyler's tone as he realized what he wanted to do.
Tyler smiled a little, before he lifted his hands, carefully wrapping the stole around Josh's eyes. He tied it in the back, and when he pulled his hands back he let his fingers gently graze Josh's temples. His hands landed back on top of Josh's thighs.
"What can you see?" Tyler asked, fingers massaging the skin of Josh's thighs.
"Nothing." Josh whispered. He could feel excitement stirring in his stomach, his cock slowly filling out.
"Good." Tyler whispered back. His hands moved upwards, fingers ghosting over Josh's bulge, and Josh immediately groaned in response. "Quiet." Tyler ordered. His fingers teased the skin above Josh's shorts, moving around to grab his hips and knead the skin there. Josh's hips thrusted up a bit, desperate for some friction. "Impatient little thing." Tyler muttered. He hooked fingers in the elastic band of his shorts, pulling them out a bit, before letting them snap back against Josh's skin. Josh jumped, squealing at the sudden harsh feeling.
Tyler's hands moved up, tracing over Josh's abs until they got to his pecs. He pinched one of Josh's nipples between his fingers, which caused Josh to whine. Tyler leaned up, whispering against Josh's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Gonna ruin you."
Josh whimpered. "Please…" He managed to get out, his cock now straining painfully against the fabric of his shorts. Tyler softly placed his hands on Josh's shoulders, letting them graze down the entirety of his body. Tyler was barely touching him, causing Josh's body to shiver all over. He thrust his hips into empty air again. Tyler shushed him. "Easy, baby, I'll get to you." His words shot straight down to Josh's dick and he bit back another whine.
Tyler pulled on the edge of Josh's shorts again, this time pulling them down and Josh lifted his hips to help him. Once they were fully off Tyler stood up. He admired the sight, sweat already beading around Josh's forehead, a few pieces of confetti still stuck to his skin and his cock was red and leaking. But most of all he admired how helpless Josh looked with the stole wrapped around his eyes. He had no clue where Tyler would move, where he would touch him next and what he would do to him.
Tyler looked around the dressing room, contemplating what his next move should be. His eyes fell on the counter in front of the mirror, his black paint still laying on top. He turned back towards Josh who was panting and grabbed his hand, Josh jumping slightly at the sudden contact. Tyler pulled him up and just stood up with shaky knees. "Come." Tyler whispered, dragging Josh along until they got to the counter. He let go of Josh's hand, instead holding on to his hips as a maneuvered in front of the mirror. He then placed his knee between Josh's leg, forcing him to spread them. "Reach out your hands."
"What?" Josh asked.
"Just do it, baby." and Josh obeyed, reaching out his hands until he felt the counter under his fingers.
"Now lean forward."
Josh slowly leaned forward, feeling around with his hands. Tyler's hand was between his shoulder blades, lightly pushing him down until Josh's chest hit the counter. Tyler's hand left his back and came down to spread his cheeks, a finger nudging at Josh's hole. He spit on his ass, not even bothering to spread it out before he pushed his finger in. Josh made a sound between a scream and a moan, his hands searching for something to hold on to. With his vision blocked the physical sensation of Tyler's fingers felt overwhelming.
Tyler fingered him for a while, slowly adding a second and a third finger as he went. By the time Tyler pulled his fingers out Josh was worked open and panting. Tyler could only see his face through the mirror, but the way his mouth hung open and the stole draped over his face made Josh look like an angel.
"Please…" Josh whimpered.
Tyler face split open in an evil smile. Josh had no idea what was coming. Tyler zipped down his pants and pulled his cock out. He spit on it, rubbing over the length a few times before he brought it Josh's entrance. Tyler placed his hand on the small of Josh's back, his other keeping his cock in place. Josh whined when he felt him nudge, and he moaned obscenely when Tyler finally pushed in. Tyler immediately got to work, setting a devastating pace. Josh's knees buckled and gave out, the only thing holding him up were the counter and Tyler's hands on his hips. "Fuck." Tyler grunted. "So good, baby. So good for me." Josh just moaned, laying there motionless as he took him.
Tyler looked up in the mirror, his stomach twisting at the sight. His hand went up and grabbed Josh's hair, pulling his face up so he could see him better. "You- ugh - look so pathetic." He muttered through heavy pants. He could feel he was getting close, the sight of Josh being defenseless and broken only turning him on more. His hips started thrusting with more intent, smashing into Josh's sweet spot over and over. All Josh could do was moan, his arms laying next to him uselessly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands.
Tyler was so close to finishing, he could feel the familiar know tightening in his stomach. He let go off Josh's hips for a moment to pull the stole from his eyes. He should see how ruined he looked. Josh blinked a few times, the world too bright, until he locked eyes with himself in the mirror. His face was covered in sweat and tears, his mouth hung open and he looked absolutely wrecked. Then he locked eyes with Tyler who looked so close to falling apart as well. Josh could feel how Tyler's movements were growing desperate and urgent, both of his hands now digging into his hips. Josh moaned at the sight, and at the feeling of Tyler inside him and that was enough for Tyler to come apart. His his thrust in more time as he buried himself deep inside of Josh. He leaned forward, leaning with his hands on the counter.
Josh whined, he wasn't finished yet. Tyler locked eyes with him in the mirror again as his hand reached down wrapping around Josh's cock. Josh moaned at the feeling, letting his head fall down on the counter. It didn't take long for Josh to come undone as well. Tyler's hands were pure magic and he came all over them and the counter. Tyler rubbed him until he was completely drained and then let go, pulling out of him as well. He pulled Josh up from where he was laying on the counter and guided him to the sofa, sitting down before pulling Josh into his lap. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and Josh let his head fall on his shoulder, his eyes fluttering close in quiet bliss.
"You okay, baby?" He whispered, cupping Josh's cheek.
Josh hummed, one eye opening as he smiled up at Tyler. "Don't think I can walk tomorrow." He mumbled and Tyler laughed, giving him a gentle kiss.
"Good." He said. "I hope they know what I did to you."