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It’s a matter of minutes after Tyler arrives back in Trench that Josh gets him alone. There’s no time for gushy conversations or happy tears. Not right now.
He’s bent over the table they usually use for the maps and battle plans and meetings. Seconds ago, the Head Banditos were gathered around this as Tyler relayed the information he’d gathered this go around.
Now they’re all gone, after side-eyes and grumbling from Josh that told Tyler to wrap it the fuck up.
His palms are clammy, grasping for purchase on weathered wood. “You were NOT subtle, by the way,” he says under his breath, swallowing down a gasp.
Josh keeps a hand on his back, shucks his slacks down his thighs and yanks his own pants down just enough to free his cock. “I’m okay with that,” he replies, “they know enough.”
Josh’s cock is somewhat of a godsend. It’s like…something Tyler literally dreams about when he’s in Dema. It’s just that good. Head bowed, he’s hissing between grit teeth when Josh nudges his legs apart, lines himself up, and bottoms out with a heavy sigh. They both freeze, the initial feeling being so much. It always is after a stint of forced celibacy like this. Overwhelming.
“Oh my God,” Tyler chokes out, breath hitching. They’re both running on pure adrenaline and ecstasy. He can feel Josh’s cock twitch inside of him, knows he’s just as desperate. It’s almost embarrassing how wet he is. To not have any pushback at all, the fact that Josh was able to bottom out so easily…they’ve missed each other bad.
Josh starts to fuck into him, and he feels a rush of heat wash between his legs. It’s not long before his cheeks are heating up with the feeling of his own slick running down his thighs.
“Fuck,” Josh mumbles, pushing Tyler’s shirt up. He leans over, bucking into him, hands coming up to thumb at his nipples.
“Missed you,” Josh whimpers into his ear, “a lot.” He fucks into Tyler, humps him fast and pathetic and wantonly.
“Yeah,” Tyler pants, “I can tell.” His fingernails dig into the wood of the table, jaw slack. He can feel his poor cunt drooling. Josh always fucks him so good. Especially when he’s been gone for so long. God, it’s like a reward.
The table rattles with every thrust and Tyler finds himself subconsciously reaching for shit to make sure it doesn’t fall off and laughs to himself.
“Fuck-“ he’s scrabbling back at the edge of the table. “Did you-hah-really make sure no one’s gonna come back in here-?”
“No,” Josh puffs, shoving Tyler’s shirt up again with a sweaty hand. “They’ll be fine for an hour.” He pulls back and yanks Tyler’s shirt off of him with a frustrated sigh.
“You think you’re gonna last an hour?” Tyler quips.
He licks his lips. Leans over and sucks a hickey onto Tyler’s throat. “Humor me.”
“I give it ten minutes tops.”
Josh then flips him over, hoisting him up onto the edge of the table. Tyler’s legs are immediately wrapping around his waist. Familiar. Keeps them together, forces an even closer proximity. It’s addicting.
Josh huffs between them, their foreheads pressed together as he slips his cock back in. “Oh my God,” he says under his breath, “Tyler. Babe.”
“Yeah.” Tyler feels like his heart couldn’t possibly beat any faster than it is. “Yeah.”
Josh fits inside of him impossibly well. It’s like a fucking puzzle piece. They’re embarrassingly perfect for each other.
Josh’s hips start to snap on their own accord, and Tyler wishes he would care about the sounds of skin-on-skin for a least a little bit.
There’s no way no one can hear them right now.
Tyler wraps his arms around Josh’s neck, brings him down to kiss him and swallow down his own whimpers. “Josh,” he pants. There’s nothing else on his mind. He’s gone. Completely lost. To think he was in captivity less than 24 hours before this is asinine.
His cunt twitches, and he dares to reach between his thighs to rub at his dick. Josh bats his hand away and replaces it with his own. The table creaks beneath them.
“Fuck-“ Tyler gasps, scrabbling for purchase on Josh’s shoulders. “Josh, I’m-fuck I’m-hah-gonna cum.”
It’s nothing but encouragement, at least for Josh.
He thumbs at Tyler’s dick, fucks up into his cunt as the sweat on their bodies mingles with each other.
Tyler squeals, toes curling as he cums. It’s hot, washing over him in endless waves. His legs tremble, core tightening as his muscles tense. His jaw falls slack, weak cries slipping past his lips until they’re eaten up by Josh’s eager mouth.
He eases him through it. Slows down until he’s rubbing at him gently, hips stalled in their thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” Tyler begs, breathless. “Please.”
Josh moves them again, has Tyler bent over the table once more on shaky legs. Hand shoving his shirt up around his chest, feet kicking his legs farther apart. He’s running on nothing but adrenaline now. He’s exhausted, truly, but Josh just does something to him. He could tell him to scale Nico’s tower right now and he’d do it no questions asked.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum again, oh my God,” Tyler slurs, head hanging. He reaches between his legs, weakly rubs at himself while Josh uses his poor cunt. He has to suck in a breath to keep himself from fucking drooling.
Josh leans over him and that’s what does it. He’s so incredibly deep, seated inside of him, bodies sealed together that Tyler chokes on a sob, toes curling. It’s always positions like this-intimate, warm, overwhelming-that make him lose it.
He cums and Josh just keeps fucking going until he cums again and cries as he reaches blindly behind himself. Cunt throbbing, slick running down his legs and mingling with the sweat already shared between them.
“Gimme-a minute,” Tyler says, out of breath, “oh my God. Oh my God. Fuck.” He bows his head, elbows on the table. He can’t open his eyes or else he’ll see their attack plans sprawled out beneath him and he’ll feel guilty for indulging in something like this.
Josh keeps them close. He stops moving, but presses kisses over Tyler’s aching neck. “Sorry,” he says, and fuck, his voice is all gravelly. “Got excited. I just like makin’ you feel good.”
Tyler takes a shaky deep breath and turns his head so they can kiss. “I know. Make me feel so good, Josh.” He lets himself relax. “So good. Missed you.”
Josh hits him with a barrage of kisses. On his face. Nose, cheeks, lips. “Love you,” he says, voice muffled, “so much.”
God, it’s getting sappy. It always does. Josh can’t help himself. He’s too full of love, full of affection for Tyler and all he has to offer. It’s awful, given the circumstances.
“Show me, then,” Tyler tells him.
It’s not a challenge, nor an invitation. Purely words to keep them on track and remind them both of why they’re here.
Josh’s breath comes out in puffs, face now shoved into the crook of Tyler’s neck, and when his cock slips out, he whines before pressing it back in messily. “Can I please cum inside?” He begs, nosing at sweaty skin. “Please, please, please?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. This man’s gonna turn them both into daddies if he keeps this shit up.
“Yeah,” Tyler breathes. He nods as a second thought, a second confirmation. He swallows down a whimper at the mere idea of what this means. There’s no fucking way he’s getting them to pull apart right now. His muscles tighten, thighs taut, barely balancing on his tiptoes. He feels like he’s on fire. He’s trembling, on the brink of losing it. Jaw clenched, huffing through his nose as he tries to focus.
Maybe he wants the danger. The feeling of being claimed by Josh, knowing that in less than a week he’ll be back in Nico’s tower and still smelling like the Torchbearer. It fills him with rebellion. And anger.
Josh pulls him up, keeps one hand on his throat while the other sloppily rubs at his dick. “I’m so fucking close,” he says, words slurring together, voice hoarse. Tyler paws at him, mumbles out praise and encouragement and takes everything he can because he just doesn’t want to forget this.
Josh has always been loud when he orgasms. He just can’t help it. Tyler relishes in it, drinks up all of his weak moans and feels his hips stutter as he cums. His hand tightens around Tyler’s throat, keeps him held in place while he gasps through the aftershocks.
“Tyler,” he groans, and with every deep, labored breath he takes Tyler likes to think he’s inhaling his scent. Keeping a reminder of him.
Maybe he’s just been spending too much time researching animals and their mating habits.
Josh’s hands soften. They trail down Tyler’s chest, his stomach, over the scar across his abdomen. He presses kisses over the marks he unknowingly bit into the sensitive skin on his neck. “Sorry,” he murmurs.
Tyler hums. “Don’t be sorry,” he says. “I like them.” And before he can get another word out Josh is guiding them to the cot in the corner. Bustling for wash clothes and their makeshift sink. Making sure Tyler has a change of clothes and cleaned-off thighs. Brushes his sweaty hair from his face and kisses him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
“Hungry?” He asks, and Tyler can’t help but just stare. He’s beautiful. Smiling dumbly.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Whatever you wanna make.” And Josh is on his feet again. Digging through their rations for the MRE’s he knows Tyler likes the most. God, he’s so in love. It’s horrible.
Tyler doesn’t know how he’s going to say goodbye when this is all over.