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There isn’t anything embarrassing about being a virgin.
It’s not inherently bad to have never had sex until the age of 22.
But with Tyler, it’s definitely bad. Definitely a bad thing. For someone who grew up Christian, Josh is insanely surprised at how slutty he is.
“Oh. Look at you,” Tyler coos, bottom lip pouting out like Josh is just a puppy he just found on the side of the road. It’s embarrassing. Having sex with the super fucking hot lead singer of the band he loves? Not as embarrassing.
“You’re such a good boy, Josh,” Tyler continues, one hand toying with Josh’s dick while the other fiddles with his hair absentmindedly.
“Please,” Josh whines, and god damn Tyler’s just petting at the head of his cock and he’s ready to fucking bust.
“Are you gonna cum?” Tyler teases, and his voice is whiny like those girls in high school who used to make fun of him. “Just from my hand?” He laughs. “That’s so pathetic. Oh my God.”
Josh grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.
“Do you wanna cum in my hand or in my pussy?” Tyler asks him, and oh God it sends a jolt through his stomach.
“Fuck,” he pants, “your-your what? Oh my God. Please. Holy shit.”
Tyler clicks his tongue. “I don’t think you’re gonna last long enough. I think you’re about to cum in my hand, aren’t you?”
Josh nods, toes curling. Maybe if Tyler wasn’t jerking the fucking life out of him right now he’d last.
“You know,” Tyler croons, his hand slick with pre-cum. “I’ve done this to like, a ton of guys before, but you’ve got to be the cutest. You’re soooo fucking whiny.” He runs his finger up Josh’s cock and sticks it in his mouth. “I like emo guys, too. You ever thought about dying your hair?”
“Sometimes,” Josh grits.
“I used to suck guys off behind the bleachers during high school,” Tyler says absentmindedly, “I would’ve done the same to you if we had been in the same class.”
“Mm. Wow,” Josh says, strained, “crazy.”
Tyler pushes Josh’s shirt up with his sticky hand. “You probably think I’m a whore, but like…what’s so bad about that, y’know? It’s just for fun.” He’s sliding his fingers down Josh’s happy trail lazily. “You meet so many people playing music, it’s hard to not wanna be with them.”
“Tyler, please let me fuck you,” Josh begs, and he reaches a shaky hand to curl around Tyler’s waist gingerly. It feels surreal. Too good to be true.
“Do you even know how to fuck?” Tyler says, curling his lip, “I bet you’d hump me for five seconds and cream your pants.”
Josh throws an arm over his face and groans. He feels exposed. Pants and boxers shucked around his thighs with his cock out while Tyler prunes at him like a bird.
“You got this huuuge dick and you don’t even know how to use it, do you?”Tyler cocks his head. “Do you?” He’s watching Josh fall apart in real time. It’s kind of cute, really. Eyes all glassy, whimpering. Cock leaking, red and sad.
“Tyler,” Josh whimpers.
“I’ll tell you what,” Tyler says, “I’ll let you eat me out, and if you do a reallly good job, you can fuck me. How does that sound?” He finally brackets himself around Josh’s waist and leans forward, belly brushing against his cock.
Josh’s first kiss is with Tyler fucking Joseph, of all people. And it feels awesome.
“Please,” Josh mumbles against his lips, “you’re so fucking pretty, Tyler.”
Tyler sticks his thumb in Josh’s mouth. “You’re lucky flattery works on me,” he purrs, “I should make you beg for it more.”
Josh shudders when Tyler pulls his shirt over his head. He’s got perfect tits. Shit, he’s perfect all over. Soft, smooth skin. Such stark contrast to Josh’s own pale self.
Tyler squeezes his pecs together when he catches him staring. “You like my tits, baby? You can touch ‘em if you want.”
Oh, yeah. Josh wants to touch them. He’s tentative, hands damn near shaking because shit, he’s never touched a pair of girl’s tits before let alone Tyler’s. Somehow it doesn’t feel as different as he once thought.
“Mm. Like that. Kiss me,” Tyler orders.
Josh is drunk on his lips, he’s got some kind of lip gloss on that makes his mouth tingle. He’s never felt so intimate before. So close to someone else. Call him silly, but he feels more than just lust.
Tyler shimmies out of his jeans, kicking them off to the side and oh Jesus Christ he’s wearing panties.
They’re almost comically too small for him, making Josh think he probably stole them from his sister or ex girlfriend or something. They’re white. Lacy. Girly. His cock pokes above the waistband and makes Josh squirm.
“You can go ahead and take your pants off too, baby,” Tyler tells him, hands sliding down to the waistband of his jeans.
Josh short circuits. Pants are off. He’s never taken his pants off quicker. He could’ve won a world record for how fast his pants were off.
Tyler licks his lips. “I’m gonna sit on your face now, okay? Be a good boy for me and eat me out nice and I’ll give you your reward.”
Josh nods eagerly.
“You ever eaten anyone out?”
“No…” Josh says sheepishly, “but like, I’ve seen it in porn and stuff.”
Tyler laughs. “You dirty boy…are you gonna show me how they do it in the porn, then?” He turns himself around, long fingers reaching back to pull the panties to the side. He’s got a perfect hole-of course he does, he’s Tyler fucking Joseph-and Josh swears he’s going to try his fucking hardest to make this guy feel good.
He hesitates for a moment, then sits up and reaches for a stray headband on his nightstand to pull his unruly curls away from his face.
“Oooh, that’s so fucking hot,” Tyler whines, glancing behind him. “I love men with long hair like that. You look so hot with it pulled back. Next time you’re doing a man-bun or whatever they’re called. Fuck. I cannot believe you haven’t gotten laid before.”
Josh curls his fingers into the waistband of Tyler’s panties. He’s tentative at first, but it feels right. It feels good. Tyler makes a pleased noise when Josh leans forward, tongue lapping at his hole.
He guides him, hips rocking against his nose. “That’s good, baby. Just like that,” he hums, “you like eating my pussy?”
Josh presses his fingers into the fat of Tyler’s thighs, holding him in place.
“Mmhm,” He mumbles. He really does. Tyler’s so clean it’s ridiculous. He’s shaved from top to bottom too, not that it would matter that much to Josh. He remembers watching him on the basketball court and wishing he could catch him in the locker room after practice.
Tyler fucking purrs. “Such a good boy, Josh. You love being a good boy for me, don’t you? So eager to please.” And he sighs contentedly. “You’re probably one of the best I’ve had so far even if you’re new.”
Josh’s hips buck up when there’s strong fingers wrapped around his cock again. He’s been leaking for what feels like hours now. God.
Tyler plays with him, humming while his hips rock back on Josh’s tongue.
“Give me your hand,” he says. Josh is not sure what’s about to happen, but it definitely was not on his bingo card for Tyler to take two of his fingers and swallow them down past his knuckles. He pulls them out soaking.
“You’re gonna take these fingers and put them inside me, okay pretty boy?” He chirps. “We can move if you want. I get really riled up when I’m fingered, so. You might wanna see it.”
Tyler’s on his back, legs spread to make room for Josh, who scoots in shyly.
“I hope we aren’t going too slow for you,” Tyler teases, “wouldn’t want you going soft on me.”
Josh shakes his head. “I’m so fucking hard right now. Like, shit. Shit.”
“You’re so cute, oh my God,” he laughs, “you should be my boyfriend. Or-wait, join my band first. Then be my boyfriend.”
Josh balks. “Huh?”
HUH?
Tyler talks with his hands, blabbing on with his stupid pretty legs spread like they’re just gossiping.
“Yeah. Like, my other bandmates just left, so it’s just me now, and I’ve seen you play drums, so I think you should join my band. And also fuck me. It’s like a two-for-one. Y’know?”
Josh gapes like a fish. “Um.”
Tyler waves him off. “Sorry. I like to ramble. We’ll talk logistics later. You can finger me now.”
“Oh, right. Yeah, sure.”
Tyler’s guiding Josh’s shaky hand now, lifting his hips to peel his panties off. They hang around one ankle. Josh feels like he’s in a damn porno right now. He eyes Tyler’s cock wantonly, lip crushed between his teeth.
“Can I um…touch you?” He asks quietly.
Tyler pouts, then smiles. “Oh, of course you can. You like my cock?”
Josh reaches out and nods. He’s so fucking sloppy but Tyler doesn’t even care.
“I bet you’d want me to fuck you dressed like a girl, huh? You like that stuff. You saw my panties and almost creamed yourself. Dirty boy.”
There’s something about the thought of Tyler dressed head to toe in girl clothes, lingerie and heels, fucking Josh like a bitch that really does almost make him fucking bust. He whines. Tyler laughs.
“Two fingers are good. Might wanna spit on ‘em some more,” he suggests, “unless you wanna do me dry.”
“Wouldn’t that hurt?”
Tyler shrugs. “I’ve had worse.”
Josh sticks his fingers in his mouth. They still taste like Tyler’s spit.
“That’s hot. You sucking your fingers. You should suck me off sometime. I bet you’d be so sloppy. You wouldn’t even know what to do, would you?” Tyler rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, absolutely eating him alive right now with his eyes.
Josh eases his fingers inside of him and Tyler pokes his tongue between his teeth. “Just like that,” he guides. Man, Josh is reeling. He doesn’t even remember how they ended up here anyway. He’s just a fan of twenty one pilots. Banging the lead singer was not on his bingo card.
“Earth to Josh. You still with me? Move, man.”
“Sorry.” Josh shakes his head, does what he’s told, because shit, what else is he supposed to do? He’s moving his fingers in and out of Tyler’s perfect little hole and it really is just like those pornos he used to “borrow” from the video store and hide under his bed.
Tyler groans. “Faster, babe. C’mon.”
Josh whines. “Is this-good?”
It’s AWFUL. Tyler loves it so fucking much. This guy hasn’t got a rhythm to save his life-ironic because of his musician title-but God, the ignorance of it all just turns him on even more. He’s just poking around, fingers tentative and harmless. There’s no doubt that he has no clue where the prostate is, if he even knows it exists.
“Yeah,” Tyler purrs in reply anyway, “it’s SO good. You’re doing so perfect, baby. Getting me all ready for that fat cock.” He stretched himself before this, by the way. He’s not an idiot. Virgins never know correct prep.
“Most girls would be too nervous to take something so big. But not me. You know why?”
Josh shakes his head. Of course he knows why. But he’s not gonna say that. It’s ‘cause he’s a slut.
“‘Cause I’m a slut,” Tyler says on cue. He beckons Josh closer with a finger and wraps his free hand around his cock. “You sure you wanna do this, Josh? You want your first time to be with someone like me?”
Josh nods like a dumbass, mouth open, damn near drooling. SO cute. “Tyler-fuck-I’m so fucking hard.” He’s whimpering, begging, like the cute puppy he is.
Tyler sits up and swaps their places again, pushing Josh back against the mattress. He hovers right over his cock, teasing, watching him just fall apart beneath him.
Josh bucks his hips up pathetically, cock slipping between Tyler’s glistening thighs.
“Please,” he gasps, “please. Tyler.”
Tyler sticks his thumb in Josh’s mouth and laughs. “You keep making those pretty noises for me and I’ll do whatever you want. You’re one of the most vocal guys I’ve ever had, honestly. I love it.” He grabs the condom collecting dust on the nightstand and tears it open, keeping eye contact while he rolls it on behind him.
Damn. Dude knows how to put a condom on backwards and while not looking? Shit. He’s really good. Maybe Josh is in over his head.
And then Tyler sinks down onto his cock and they both choke on their moans.
“Don’t cum,” Tyler orders, hips starting to move ever so slowly. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Josh is going to lose it. It feels so fucking good. He’s never felt anything better than Tyler’s perfect fucking body. It is taking everything in his power NOT to cum because he wants to be a good boy. His hands twitch, hovering over Tyler’s hips, silently asking for permission.
Tyler sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You feel so good, Josh. Just like I knew you would. You fit inside me so well. Fuck.” He fits his hands over Josh’s pressing them onto his hips. “You can touch me. I’m all yours.”
Josh groans, his hips trying to buck up and chase the friction. He’s got no rhythm at all. He’s horny and clouded by the fact that Tyler Joseph is sitting on his dick.
“Feels so fucking good,” he whines needlessly, squirming below Tyler.
“C’mon,” Tyler says under his breath, “you can use me, babe. I won’t break. I love a man who can do a little roughhousing.”
And there’s the green light.
Josh fucks up into him like his life depends on it-and it really feels like it does.
Tyler gasps, leaning forward to steady himself on the headboard. “Fuck,” he says, laughing breathlessly. “Should’ve let you take control a while ago, I guess.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Josh cries. “Fuck, fuck, Tyler.”
It’s not a surprise. Tyler knew the poor thing wouldn’t last ten minutes, but something about it makes it even hotter.
“Go ahead,” Tyler says, “cum in me, Josh. You’re such a good boy.”
Josh swears he blacks out for a second. He’s never cum so hard in his fucking life. Tyler’s clenching around him, murmuring encouragement and holding his face. His body aches as he finally relaxes, muscles tense.
Tyler hums. “That’s it. Feel good?” He reaches down and pecks Josh’s lips, earning a shaky sigh.
Josh squirms because Tyler’s still moving his hips ever so slightly, making shocks of overstimulation shoot up through him.
“Tyler,” he whines, “too much.” He feels his own cum leak out of the condom when Tyler lifts himself off. It’s wet and sticky and fucking awesome.
“C’mere,” Tyler orders, shuffling off of Josh’s lap. “Finger me so I can cum.” He lays back, legs spread, batting his eyelashes like this is the most innocent he’s been.
Josh is jumping at the chance, despite how tired he already is from cumming so hard. It’s like an instant second wind.
“Look at you,” Tyler giggles, “playing in the mess you made. Nasty boy. I love it.”
Josh is desperately trying not to get hard again because it fucking HURTS. Why is Tyler so good at dirty talk? It’s a stupid question that answers itself-because he’s a whore-but Josh’s orgasm-riddled mind still wonders it anyway.
“Is this good so far?” He asks again.
Tyler cocks his head. “Perfect, babe.”
Josh’s heart flutters. “Can I touch you?”
“Of course you can.” Tyler clicks his tongue. “Such a gentleman, aren’t you? Always asking for permission. I bet you just want this pussy all for yourself, don’t you?”
Josh strokes him slow and sloppy, trying to ignore the churning in his stomach, because yeah-he DOES want Tyler all to himself.
He sucks into his skin and leaves a pathetic little hickey on his hip. Tyler keeps rambling on.
“I bet you would like that. You want me as your personal fuck toy? Suck you off in the parking lot of that music store you work at? I’ve seen you there so much, I’d make everyone know I’m yours. Promise.”
Josh struggles to focus on his pace between jacking Tyler off and fingering him. “I’d-I’d wanna do other things with you, too,” he stammers.
Tyler leans back, fingers creeping up his chest to play with his nipples. “Yeah? Like what?”
Josh feels his cheeks heat up. “Like, take you on dates. And uh, buy you stuff?”
Tyler freezes for a second, looking down like Josh just grew a second head.
“Oh my God,” he says after a beat, “kiss me.” He pushes them against the wall, fixing himself back into Josh’s lap. He’s just devouring Josh whole, kissing like there’s nothing better he’d rather be doing.
“Keep fingering me, I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. Keep talking, too,” Tyler orders. He peppers Josh’s neck with kisses and wraps a hand around himself while the poor thing recovers from the whiplash.
“Um, d-do you wanna go out to dinner tonight?” Josh asks.
Tyler tosses his head back. “Fuck, yes, I do. You gonna buy me flowers next? Dress up for me?”
“Anything,” Josh breathes, nodding dumbly, “anything you want.”
“I bet you’d open the car door for me, too, huh? Throw your jacket down onto a puddle so I don’t get my shoes wet?” Tyler’s just fucking himself back on Josh’s fingers, talking himself to orgasm.
“I mean-“ Josh stutters, “yeah. I-you deserve it.”
“Oh, God, you’re sooo fucking cute, I’m gonna cum,” Tyler wails, and he’s rocking back on Josh’s fingers like his life depends on it. Shoving his moans into a sloppy kiss that Josh is thankful his roommates aren’t home to hear.
Tyler shoves his face into the crook of his neck, breath hot on his skin when he cums, covering them both. His nails dig into Josh’s shoulder, but he doesn’t even fucking mind. Not one bit. Tyler comes down shakily, nuzzling at him while he steadies himself.
Josh feels a little dumb after. Sitting, half naked with the lead singer of his favorite band on his lap, covered in cum and lube and a used condom. Not his usual Thursday.
Tyler finally stretches and pats him on the chest. “I’m gonna go get ready for our date, ‘kay? You should pick me up at…I don’t really care. Whenever you want. Surprise me. You know my address, right?”
Josh nods again. “Uh. Yeah. And-yes, yeah. Okay.”
Tyler kisses him on the lips again and redresses without bothering to even clean up. Josh can see the waistband of his panties peeking over his jeans when he bends down to toe his shoes back on.
And man. It’s fuckin’ awesome.