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Dinner was excellent. Josh had always fed him well, preparing well thought-out meals served by candlelight on date nights. However, Josh had begun to lean into a side of his identity he hadn’t quite explored satisfactorily before which resulted in tonight’s spaghetti dinner by the window of his and Tyler’s apartment. Tyler thought he could have died happily in that moment, filling his stomach after a tiring day and getting lost in his perfect boyfriend’s eyes as he ate.
What? Oh, Josh. Josh had realised that he had loved to serve, and the deeper the couple’s relationship got, Tyler found himself the receiver of boxes of chocolate, of gentle massages in the middle of the night, of cleaned dishes on the mornings he dreaded doing the sensory nightmare of the chore the most. Of course, it was Josh behind all of this. Josh seemed to be behind every good thing in Tyler’s life lately, and he couldn’t appreciate the last year with his boyfriend more.
Tyler’s eyes shut lazily as he thought fondly of his boyfriend, whom he could hear cleaning up the last of the pots from supper. He’d made an honest effort of helping, but Josh whisked him away with a “I’ve got it, go lie down,” and a friendly tap on the ass.
As he made his way to their bed, Tyler smiled back at Josh like he was a gift from God. It really felt like he was sometimes.
Soft sheets poked out beneath the duvet that Tyler lay upon, mostly unkempt but smoothed down in areas in a quick, polite attempt to make the constantly unfurled bed seem relatively neat. Tyler didn’t mind the nest that the bed became on snugglier days that took place under stormy skies, and Josh liked what made Tyler happy. It did make Tyler smile to see that Josh had put in his little efforts to tidy. It was charming, a nice reminder that Josh was looking out for them wherever he went.
“Jossshhhhh,” Tyler sing-songed, resting against his pillows, legs splayed across the bed. “Come in here.” He ran a calloused hand across the pillowcases idly. “Want you,” he hummed in a shier voice.
Cupboards closed from the other room. “You’re soooo needy,” Josh commented as he walked into the bedroom, towel slung over his shoulder. He almost looked like some perfect housewife that just finished tucking the kids to bed and was ready to settle down for nighttime tea. It was a bit of an act, Tyler decided, that Josh put on for him. He knew that sometimes Josh acted more feminine than he usually was to ease Tyler’s dysphoria. The gesture, typically tied with masculine compliments, always made the transman feel warm inside.
“I am not needy,” Tyler scoffed playfully. Josh gave a look of, oh sure, before putting the towel away with a comedic drape of his wrist. Tyler giggled at how Josh stuck his tongue between his teeth as he smiled, laying down with a flop onto the bed beside him. “Not needy,” Tyler huffed, wanting a response.
“Not needy,” Josh affirmed, running a hand up Tyler’s side, lifting his tee slightly and letting the cool breeze of the AC dance against his skin. The touch and the cold made Tyler shiver and adjust up against the pillow. Something inside both of the boys stirred, and it began.
Josh’s hands travelled up and down gently, a strong hands providing gentle touch, as he nestled into the crook of Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler relaxed, melting into the familiar touch as he listened to Josh’s slow breathing right next to his ear. The warmth of the touch made his eyelids flutter drowsily, as he began to tiptoe on the edges of sleep. That was, until Josh’s stubble met his cheek before a soft kiss was planted to his temple. “Hi baby,” Josh murmured, as if reminding Tyler that he was there. He hummed in response and shifted to lay on his stomach, Josh assuming the position of the big spoon.
Josh’s hands made their way behind the fabric of Tyler’s shirt, rubbing up and down the man’s back, practised movements loosening knots that he hadn’t realised were there. “Mmm, yes, thank you,” Tyler mumbled, face in the pillow as the rhythm of the massage shifted his body forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards, like the rolling tide. A wave of shivers settled over his body again, taking pleasure in the thoughtful massage that was almost second nature for Josh to give. With a lazy arm, not even looking at his boyfriend, he cupped Josh’s face in a simple thank you. Josh adjusted to teasingly take his thumb in his mouth, giving it a short suck before letting it fall to his lap. He heard Tyler groan softly from amongst the pillows.
Tyler continued to let his body be moved by the massage, its predictable path leading him into a trance-like state. He was almost confused when Josh tugged gently at his shirt, silently asking if he wanted it to be taken off. “Hmm? Yes please,” Tyler allowed Josh to move the shirt up, up, up, and over his tan shoulders. The coolness of the room hit Tyler again and he shuddered as he made eye contact with Josh. “I’d like to kiss you,” said the boy on the bed with him.
“Please do, Joshua.”
Lips met lips as they sunk into the bed, Tyler’s body twisted in an uncomfortable way for him to maintain access to Josh’s mouth. “Here, Ty, ease up,” Josh guided Tyler’s mouth away from him and pulled him by the hips closer towards him, shifting into a more comfortable position. He glided his hands over Tyler’s limp, trusting body, tracing the skin of his back as he smiled down at his boy.
“Your hands,” Tyler whispered, “they’re so… they’re so nice.”
“Aww, I’m glad. You like this?” Josh pulled Tyler closer, inciting a soft gasp that made Josh shift and become aware of the half-hard dick in his shorts. Tyler didn’t yet take notice, but Josh had a hunch that his boyfriend wouldn’t mind at all.
“I do,” mused Tyler, moving his hips back into Josh, noticing his arousal. He felt warmth pool in his lower stomach, nearly purring as Josh’s hands worked over his shoulders, maintaining that slow, sexy rhythm he had begun with the massage earlier. Tyler let his mouth open and softly moan, giving himself away to the sensuality of the touch, letting his mind get hazy and dim. The noises rose in volume as Josh’s hands trailed down to Tyler’s inner thighs, rubbing the skin hidden by his basketball shorts. Tyler loved nights in, Tyler loved his boyfriend’s cooking, his touch, the way he-
Drrring-drrring. Drrring-drrring.
“Hey Google, shut up,” Tyler whined, attempting to silence the loud alarm. Eight P.M., when they were supposed to leave for drinks with Debby and Jenna, a couple they’d known since way back. Tyler’s heart began to pick up speed, thinking that they had that commitment to go to and being upset he couldn’t stay laying in bed. “Jos-”
“We canceled earlier, love. You had a stomachache and I suggested we stay in. That’s why I made us dinner, remember?” Josh soothed, guiding Tyler’s face so he could meet his big, brown eyes. “Relax, darling. We can stay in.”
Tyler smiled contentedly as Josh leaned down for a deep kiss, breaking it to reach for his phone. What now, he thought, annoyed by the many distractions. It’d been all of thirty seconds since Josh’s hands had been tracing Tyler’s skin and he’d had enough of the loss. “Shhh,” Josh mouthed, connecting his phone to the Google speaker. A familiar strum of guitar filled the bedroom, and Tyler allowed himself to relax. He’d had the name of the song on the tip of his tongue, but Josh’s hands were lifting his own shirt up off his body, revealing the smooth skin of his stomach, and his mind was silenced.
Tyler noticed then that his mouth was dry, too, so he stood up to grab a glass of water to put by his bedside. Josh, the golden retriever of boyfriends, pushed him down with a steady hand and quickly made it to the bathroom to hunt down a glass of cold water. “Did I ever tell you how much-”
“You love me? Mm-hmm,” Josh finished Tyler’s sentence, giving him the chance to lift the cup to his lips and take a swig. Tyler noticed Josh’s perverted stare trace down his naked torso, watched his tongue dart out between his teeth as he smiled. He was met with a kiss as he was, once again, pushed down gently onto the bed. Josh shimmied off his own pants, then pawed at the zipper of Tyler’s as they both worked the zipper down. Tyler’s breath came and went a little heavier as Josh’s hands trailed down his thighs, as his nose left a ghost of a kiss against his cheek.
Someone sighed. “You’re gonna hate me,” Josh whispered, movements not ceasing. Tyler shifted against his hands, wishing away what Josh was gonna say. He ignored him, bathing in his touch.
“Let me go turn off the stove, please?” Josh asked, letting his hot breath hit Tyler’s ear, making him twitch. Somehow the most random words could make Tyler tick, if said to him in the right tone, with the right amount of heat, lethally close to his ear. He whimpered as Josh pulled away.
“Be quick,” Tyler whined, reaching for his phone. He opened Twitter absentmindedly, needing some sort of stimulation to ease the lack of Josh’s touch. His boyfriend returned within a minute, clearly having double-checked the kitchen for any other potential fire hazards or further possible interruptions. “Thank you, Jish,” Tyler hummed as Josh’s unclothed front settled against his back, the two fitting right next to each other like puzzle pieces on the comforter.
Josh, with a mission to stop displeasing his boyfriend, led his hands down to cup the smooth skin of Tyler’s ass. Tyler didn’t react much, but also didn’t stop Josh when his fingers traced over the boy’s hips, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin above where Tyler was most sensitive. “Josh,” he breathed, a warning on his lips as he quietly set his phone down. Little but a hum and the chorus of the song playing could be heard from behind him as he gave himself away for a third time to Josh’s touch.
Fingers danced in dangerous places, making their way towards the wetness in Tyler’s underwear. He shuddered, moaning as Josh slipped a finger into him quietly, pulling himself closer for a better angle. The physical attention whisked Tyler further into a dizzying haze, making him unaware of the gasps leaving his open mouth. He began to say something, not entirely sure what, but Josh began to glide his finger in and out of him, and every word on his tongue slipped away.
“There we go, yeah?” Josh encouraged as he began to fit in a second, pulling Tyler close to him and murmuring in his ear as he scissored his fingers, giving attention to Tyler’s walls, pressing up against his most sensitive spots. He wanted to know this boy inside and out in every sense of the phrase.
“Josh, please,” Tyler sounded as he lay limp. He was unable to do much but grind his hips downwards as Josh pushed his boxers down and off, stripping Tyler of the last layer he had before he was vulnerable and exposed on the bed. Josh admired how his legs were perched upon the disarray of the sheets and how his body instinctively moved for Josh to take the rest of him to some distant, blissful place.
Josh didn’t stop the rhythm of his fingers as he straddled Tyler’s thigh, gaining better access to the boy’s neck. If one looked close enough, the ghost of purple and red hickeys lay beneath the skin, aching to resurface, to be shown off. Josh was a painter, and Tyler’s exposed neck was the most perfect canvas he would ever encounter. Hungry lips and teeth sucked at the sensitive skin, pulling pretty whines from Tyler’s throat as he bruised his neck, fulfilling his need to show Tyler just how much he wanted him. Something primal in him required leaving marks, reminders of his fierce love. Tyler moaned, grinding messily against Josh’s coated knuckles. Josh hummed along to the song playing, keeping his movements steady as his boy fell apart beneath him.
Tyler giggled at the ticklish feeling of the vibration of Josh’s lips against his collarbone as he made his way around his neck. “Sing with me, sing for me,” Josh teased, leaning his chest against the film of sweat forming on Tyler’s back shoulder blades. “Wait for- wait-” Tyler attempted to vocalize, beginning to laugh as he fell away to a rush of pleasure. Josh’s hand picked up speed and he began to nip harder against his collarbone, littering it with kisses between bites. “Josh, Josh-” he moaned, head falling forward in defeat as pressure began to build against the dam in his stomach. He was soon to be done for, but he needed more.
“Can you-” Tyler pleaded, gesturing for Josh to open his mouth to let his fingers be sucked on. When he didn’t notice, Tyler took it upon himself to swirl his tongue around his own fingers, whimpering at the feelings building inside of him. Josh noticed then, and took Tyler by the wrist and took in three fingers, giving Tyler the makeshift lube he needed to help Josh get him off.
Smaller, calloused hands toyed with Tyler’s clit, pleasuring himself with desperation as Josh fucked him quicker and with more intention. It was all becoming too much. “Too-” Tyler voiced, cut off by the shock of the pleasure he was delivering to himself. Josh moaned, desperately hard at Tyler’s furious need, not even slightly bothered by aching cock between his own legs. He set his hand over Tyler’s, guiding his boyfriend’s fingers quickly over himself, reminding him how he liked to be touched. How he liked Josh to touch him, to fuck him, to suck air out of his lungs, with the building, building, pleasure…
“Josh, I’m gonna, please-” Tyler pleaded, eyes welling up with the delicious over-stimulation. He rocked on Josh’s hand, tipped his head back, and felt the rush of chemicals force his eyes into rolling back into his head as he orgasmed, full and bright and fast. “F-fuck,” he choked on what was nearly a sob as he rode out his high. Josh whispered encouragement, keeping Tyler’s body so close to him to ground him. Tyler panted, coming down slowly, and lay tired against Josh. He felt as though the world had flipped on his side and back around again, and he loved every fucking second of it.
Josh watched his work of art’s chest become concave, convex, as he leaned beside the bed for a towel to clean his hands and Tyler’s dampened legs. “Don’t you - do you want-” Tyler stuttered, grabbing the towel gently. “Do you want anything tonight?” His full, watery eyes looked up at Josh, who met him with the most loving, trusting stare. It nearly shook him to the core as he leaned against Josh’s curved bicep, needing the support. His eyes glanced down to the bulge in Josh’s underwear, licking his lips without a second thought.
Josh set the towel down and used his drier hand to lift Tyler’s chin up for a kiss. “Is it bad if I kinda just want a shower right now?” he asked, honesty unmistakable in his voice. “I think I might like you there talking to me, but… I don’t know, I’ve kind of been wanting to touch more than be touched.”
Tyler’s expression eased into a state of consideration as he thought carefully about his boyfriend’s words. “Well yeah, as long as that’s what you want.” Tyler looked at him, allowing him to take it back if he wished, but when he didn’t, he eased them both into a passionate kiss. Their bodies, sat up and soft and warm to the touch, wound together as they made out, tongues sweeping across teeth and lips and tongue. “I love you,” said Tyler.
“I love you.” Josh smiled at his boy. “So much.”
“Don’t I know it.” Tyler pushed Josh playfully. “Go grab a clean towel. I can sit on the toilet seat or whatever, give you something to listen to while you wash me away…” he was teasing, of course, but there was part of that offer that Josh wanted to take up.
“I have a couple ideas, loverboy…” he sang as he took Tyler by the wrist and into the bathroom.
“Don’t call me that again-”
“Loverboyyyy…” could be heard from behind the door as it swung shut, and the two readied for the rest of the fun of the night.