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The looks have GOT to stop.
Every night. During bonfires, during drills. Josh is eye-fucking him. It’s not even subtle anymore.
It’s like, getting embarrassing now.
“Are you-“ he huffs one night, pressed against a tree on the outskirts of the camp. “-going to do this to me every time you need to get off, or is it just a full moon?”
Josh is mouthing at his neck, hands fumbling with his belt. “I just missed you,” he mumbles. “Am I not allowed to miss my best friend?”
Tyler scoffs, craning his neck. Josh palms him through his boxers and he chokes. “I think you’ve completely missed the point of that sentence, if that helps.”
“What point?”
Tyler narrows his eyes, trying to break free of the hands holding him. “Do you want me to suck you off or not?”
Josh hesitates. Pouting because of course he is. “I was hoping for something else,” he says.
“I’m not bending over against a tree, Josh.”
“Fine, fine.”
Tyler gives him a peck on the lips before swapping their positions, his knees digging into the dirt as he drops to the ground.
“Be thankful I’m doing this at all,” he grumbles, “you’ve been so needy lately. Embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”
Josh grimaces down at him. “Don’t be mean.”
Tyler unbuckles his belt. “I’m not being mean,” he says, yanking Josh’s pants down just enough to free his cock. “I’m just telling you. You’re very needy.”
He licks his lips. “I mean, shit-look at this. You’re already like half-hard, man. I haven’t even touched you.”
Josh covers his face. “Stop,” he groans. “I’ll just go into my tent-“
Tyler rolls his eyes, kissing the head of Josh’s cock before slipping it past his lips. If looks could talk, he’d be saying you know I’m just fucking with you, you big baby.
He’s slow with it, easing himself down, eyelashes fluttering shut. He’s used to this. He spends most of his time in Dema on his knees, but Josh is different.
Josh smells like pine and campfire smoke and raspberries. Josh pets his hair, doesn’t pull it, kisses him slow and makes sure he’s comfortable. It’s a nice change of pace. He’s a sea of colors in the dull grey of Dema.
But then Tyler pulls off, purposefully letting globs of spit loll off of his tongue.
“Fuck my throat,” he orders. His voice isn’t gone yet. Josh’s fingers are in his hair immediately, hips bucking to meet his mouth. While he enjoys Josh’s softness, there’s a brutal nostalgia for roughness deep in his heart. It takes a lot to get Josh to agree though. He’s still too gentle.
“Pinch me if you need to tap out,” he huffs, teeth worrying his bottom lip in concentration.
Tyler would laugh if he could. Tap out. Who does this guy think he is? A rookie? He nearly drowned after the submarine accident and Josh thinks he can’t hold his breath a little longer than normal?
Drool slips down his chin, foaming at the corners of his mouth. He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Josh rambles above him, babbling nonsense. “God,” he hisses, head falling back against the tree, “Tyler. Fuck.” He pushes sweaty hair from his face, knees falling weak.
One of Tyler’s hands slips up under his shirt, cold palms burning against Josh’s sweaty skin. He bats his eyelashes, looking up like some girl in a porno, big wet puppy dog eyes and pouty lips wrapped around Josh’s dick.
He lets Josh cum down his throat, not because he wants to, but because he’s not in the mood for cleaning jizz from his eyelashes for the next three days. He’s not surprised he didn’t last long. Josh has this thing for yearning and also being really impatient.
But Josh is cute when he cums. His eyebrows furrow and he squeezes his eyes shut and makes this stunted noise between his teeth. Tyler likes to see it when he’s on top.
He grimaces now, sticking his tongue out for a second with a shudder after swallowing. “Gross, dude. What the hell have you been eating?”
Josh makes a noise, chest heaving, eyes half lidded, slumped against the tree. “I’m really about to leave you hard.”
“I never said you had to help me out. I’m not even hard,” Tyler lies.
“So stubborn,” Josh says, almost under his breath when he pulls a reluctant Tyler back up.
“No, it’s fine, really-“ and then Josh’s hand is snaking down the front of his pants and he buckles.
He’s slack-jawed, face stuffed into the crook of Josh’s neck. Josh is always so warm. His free hand cradles Tyler’s head while the busy one pulls at his dick at a tantalizing fucking slow pace.
“Please go faster,” Tyler begs, pulling up his shirt impatiently. “I’m wet like a fuckin’ girl, Josh. This is embarrassing.”
A spurt of pre-cum slides down Josh’s fist and he laughs under his breath. “Sorry,” he says, and finally starts touching him at a pace that’s not like a virgin touching a dick for the first time.
“Oh, fuck,” Tyler breathes, hips fucking up into Josh’s fist shamelessly. “This is actually a lot better than what my hand would’ve done, I think.”
Josh grunts. “You’re a weirdo. Stop moving.”
Tyler whines. “Sorry.” He’s so touch-starved all the time, but fuck him if he’s going to show it. Josh always has to yank it out of him. He pants, thighs twitching, watching Josh’s thumb slide over the tip of his cock. Pre-cum oozes over the edge, between Josh’s fingers, onto his pants, embarrassingly enough.
Tyler paws at Josh’s clothes, huffing out noises through grit teeth.
Josh’s voice comes out as a coo. Soft. Gentle. Like they’re not having a quickie in the forest. “There we go, baby,” he says, kissing up Tyler’s neck.
“Don’t call me that,” Tyler snaps immediately. He flushes up to the tips of his ears.
Josh smashes their lips together with a grunt, then slides two fingers past Tyler’s lips and lets him drool on them before they slip under his waistband. They circle his hole before dipping in slowly, then all hell breaks loose.
“Oh, fuck.”
Tyler’s knuckles turn white and his jaw hurts from how hard he’s clenching his teeth when he cums. All it takes is Josh’s fingers in him and he’s putty. Heaven on earth is getting fingerfucked by the Torchbearer.
Something something…drummer’s hands…something something….
“Josh,” he gasps, pawing at his jacket, “stop. Fuck.” He jerks away from overstimulation, muscles tensing. His knees bow together, and Josh’s fingers retreat, but he keeps a hand on his cock still.
“Josh,” he whines.
Josh finally lets go after giving him one last slow stroke. “Sorry,” he says, kissing his cheek, “you’re just like…really pretty when you cum.”
Their foreheads mash together, Tyler sloppily tucks himself away and blinks slowly.
“Shut up,” he says again. And then the exhaustion hits him like a bus.
“Ugh,” he continues, “that took, like, everything outta me, dude. Shit. I feel like I could sleep for a year.” He holds himself up by Josh’s shoulders, then buries his face back into his neck, huffing.
“But not too tired that you can’t walk back to camp,” Josh starts. “Right?”
Tyler mumbles against his skin.
“Give me a piggyback and I’ll ride you after dinner?” He says lazily.
Josh purses his lips and rolls his eyes.
“…Deal.”