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On His Knees, As It Should Be.
Josh thought, positioned behind his drum kit, as he watched Tyler sing the final verse of “The Contract”.
"I used to see, it felt so real
But now I plead, just take the deal
I promised you a contract
I promised you a contract".
The air grew more intimate and raw. Through the music, Tyler’s delivery felt like a form of prayer, with the red stage lights and the haze of smoke giving life to this moment solely between them.
In front of the audience watching them, Tyler knew perfectly well what that could cause.
But what unfolded between them belonged to no one else, only to them.
It was their own art and their promise.
A promise Tyler fuelled throughout the rest of the show that night, everything dedicated to Josh.
"My hallucination".
Every word that escaped his throat during certain songs came accompanied by a moan he made no effort to hide, wet and electric.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
The way he arched his back in the chair during "Backslide" his black-painted neck exposed, his outfit, that shirt and tie, the way he shamelessly spread his legs, the microphone grazing his mouth with the Clancy mask on, it was pure provocation, both erotic and artistic.
And when he slowly slid his hand along the bass guitar, as if caressing it, before ending with a sharp slap to the instrument; Josh clenched his jaw, hitting the drums harder than necessary. He felt the heat rising through his body, trying to concentrate on the rhythm, but every glance from Tyler, every gesture, every move was a direct strike.
When Tyler leaned further forward, legs even wider, the fabric of his trousers tightening in all the right places, Josh nearly lost the beat.
Tyler noticed.
"And I'm just tryin' to stay quiet".
No, he really wasn't trying to stay quiet.
He had planned this from the start. Every moan was aimed at Josh; every hip movement was a message for him.
The unwavering eye contact during "Heathens" their way of connecting through the sound of their instruments. Josh swallowed hard, the muscles in his arms burning as he kept drumming. In his mind, there was no audience, no songs, just Tyler and him.
"Keep myself up, that's maybe how you know that".
Josh had made up his mind.
As soon as the show was over, he would drag him off stage and show him what happens when he pushed things too far.
Tyler smiled beneath the mask, knowing exactly what Josh was thinking. Far from stopping, he moaned again, louder, as if challenging him.
When the show ended and the lights dimmed, the audience's roar still vibrating in the walls, Tyler and Josh were already in the dressing room.
Tyler's shirt was plastered to his body, his makeup smudged at the edges, the black paint running, and that damned satisfied look in his eyes that said: I know exactly what I just did to you, and I don't regret it.
Josh was shirtless, his skin slick with sweat and his muscles tense. He slammed the door shut, the echo loud in the small room. His breathing was heavy, as if he'd just run a marathon, though the only thing racing inside him was the fire Tyler had ignited.
— You think you’re funny, don’t you? — Josh spat out, his voice a low growl.
Tyler raised an eyebrow, settling into the couch, spreading his legs slightly to assert his dominance. — I don’t know what you’re talking about, Josh… — he replied with feigned innocence, a crooked smile playing on his lips. — I was just doing my job.
Josh clenched his jaw, the drumsticks still in his hand trembling from the force with which he gripped them. He took a step toward him. — No, you were provoking me. The whole damn show, Tyler. Moving like that, moaning into the mic… looking at me like you…— His voice broke, but the tremor wasn't fear; it was pure desire. — Like you wanted me to lose control.
Tyler let out a low, deep laugh. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked directly at him, without blinking. — Did you forget that’s part of our contract? — he whispered, tilting his head, his tone full of defiance mixed with enjoyment in his eyes.
The air snapped in two. Josh let the drumsticks drop to the floor, where they clattered dryly against the tiles. He walked until he was right in front of him, invading his space, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Tyler didn't move, only lifted his chin, offering himself up. — Of course I haven’t forgotten.—Josh growled. — You’re just itching to be on your knees to fulfill it, aren't you?
— Maybe…— Tyler left the word hanging in the air like sweet poison, locking eyes with Josh. — What are you going to do about it?
The silence filled with the electricity both men transmitted. Josh didn't hesitate; he grabbed Tyler's shirt, pulling him up with raw hunger, and slammed his mouth against Tyler's in a wet kiss. The clash of teeth, the catching of breath, the stifled moans against their lips were more intense than any audience ovation.
Tyler smiled into his mouth, panting, letting himself be pulled, burying his hands in Josh’s sweaty back, clawing him, feeding off his heat.
— That… —he murmured between kisses, provocatively, almost breathless. — That’s how I wanted to see you, Joshua.
Josh smiled, the kiss turned hungry. Josh squeezed Tyler's waist as if afraid he might dissolve in his hands, and Tyler, far from stopping him, laughed in gasps, fueling their desire and the promise between them.
Josh shoved him against the wall, Tyler’s body hitting it hard, and demanded in a rough, hot whisper against his neck: — On your knees. As it should be.
Tyler obeyed without a word, leaning against the wall, slowly descending with his gaze fixed and provocative on Josh’s eyes, until he was kneeling in front of him.
"But now I plead, just take the deal".
— Now it's your turn to answer for provoking this in me all show. — Josh unbuckled and removed his trousers with a calm that made Tyler desperate. He took Tyler’s hand and placed it on the bulge over his boxers. — You’re going to pay for it properly.
Tyler licked his lips, observing Josh's body in front of him, ready to continue. He reached to pull down the other man’s underwear, but Josh stopped him. He took the Clancy tape and wrapped it around Tyler’s neck, tightening it gently. Tyler smiled crookedly, his eyes blazing with desire, and slowly removed Josh’s underwear, freeing Josh’s erection completely for him.
— When you take the microphone and bring it to your mouth, what does it make you think of? — Josh asked in a husky voice, looking down at Tyler. He took the younger man’s jaw in his free hand, his fingers tracing Tyler’s wet lips.
— You. Of having you in my mouth. — Tyler replied with a guttural voice, utterly unraveling the taller man.
— Then do it.
Josh took his cock and, using his hand on the Clancy tape, pulled Tyler towards him. Tyler didn't hesitate, opening his mouth to calmly and devotedly lick the tip of Josh's member, then slowly began to suck it, moving up and down while his tongue made circular motions on the head. Josh groaned with pleasure as he controlled Tyler's movements with the tape around his neck, relishing his willingness, the obscene sound of his mouth, and his teary eyes, all completely and exclusively for him. After enduring the sight of him kneeling before so many people, he now had him like this. The image of Tyler sucking his cock with such surrender had been his first thought upon seeing him kneel behind the drum kit. He had gotten what he wanted. And he was savoring it.
The heat continued to rise in his body. Now, in addition to controlling Tyler's head movements with the tape, Josh thrust with his hips, moving and fucking the mouth of the shorter man, who looked up at him from his position with pleasure-glazed eyes and short tears sliding down his cheeks, rhythmic and perfect.
With a final lunge, Josh gripped Tyler’s head tightly, thrusting deeper inside him and coming in Tyler’s mouth, staining his lips slightly. He groaned in satisfaction.
— We’re not done, Ty. — Josh said a few seconds later, after catching his breath. He took Tyler by the tape again and made him crawl, leading him to the chair resting against the wall—the same one Tyler had used on stage during "Backslide".
— If you like provoking me so much from here…— he murmured in a deep voice, his eyes alight. — I want to see you ride me on this chair, just like you did out there, but this time, it’s only for me. — Josh sat down.
Tyler let out a low gasp, as if the command had ignited more fire in him. He removed only his Clancy t-shirt, his trousers, and then his underwear, leaving just the black tank top he wore underneath and the tape Josh had left around his neck. He dropped onto him, straddling his waist, the friction of their hips drawing a grunt from Josh, re-igniting his desire.
— Like this? — Tyler panted, grinding slowly, maliciously. — Is this what you wanted to see me do?
Josh squeezed his thighs, guiding him forcefully. —More. Open them wider, Ty. I want to see you completely undone.
Tyler’s obedience was immediate and delicious. He leaned back, resting his hands on Josh’s thighs, arching his body, offering himself without shame. Sweat gleamed on his skin under the dim dressing room lights, his breath ragged.
Josh looked down, devouring every detail: Tyler in those two items of clothing, a reminder of the stage, moaning softly, so compliant. He leaned in to bite his neck, eliciting a louder sound, identical to the one he had so often let slip into the microphone.
— I hear you moan like that every night in front of thousands of people.— Josh whispered, his raw voice brushing against Tyler’s ear. — Now I want you to do it only for me.
Tyler laughed, a breathless sound, chopped up by gasps. — Then make me lose control, Joshua, make me unable to hold back.
Josh extended his hand, asking the other man to spit to wet it. Tyler obeyed, then licked it. Josh used this to lubricate himself. He grabbed Tyler’s hips and pulled him down onto himself, entering him with a delicious rush that tore a raw cry from Tyler’s throat. The sound filled the room. Tyler arched his back, his hands desperately searching for something to grip, fingers digging into Josh’s shoulders.
— You’re so used to me entering you. — Josh whispered in Tyler’s ear.
Tyler set the rhythm with his movements, riding Josh, hard, steady, as relentless as he had been on stage. Each thrust was like a firm beat, each gasp from Tyler an echo of what they had just shared on stage, only here there was no audience—just them, naked in the intensity of a desire they had been building song after song.
Tyler in the middle of his own rocking rhythm and with his eyes glassy from pleasure, said: — Fuck… yes… now I understand why everyone thinks they’re interrupting something when we play together… — he muttered, provocative even in his surrender.
Josh tugged the tape and pulled him in for a kiss, driving him deeper against his body, panting through gritted teeth. — Let them think it, Ty… because they were right.
Josh gripped Tyler’s hips tightly and lifted him, without withdrawing, moving towards the sofa to lay him down. He adjusted their position, positioned himself between Tyler's legs, lifting his thighs, and entered him with a slow movement, pressing hard against his body and never letting go of the embrace. Tyler let out a loud moan in response, breaking, letting himself be carried away by what Josh provoked in him—that endless, complete surrender.
"I'ma walk around the edge of the room and the bed
Where I hide my face, pace around
Better try to breathe, pace around, pace around".
The room resonated with their moans and the obscene sounds of their bodies colliding to the same rhythm, immersed in their provocation—the kisses, Tyler’s bites, and his scratches on Josh’s back—when a knock on the door froze them midway.
— Guys? Is everything okay in there? — It was the voice of one of the staff members.
Tyler pressed his lips together, trying to stifle a moan as Josh thrust harder. Sweat was pouring off them, and the pressure of holding back made it even more unbearable.
— N-no…— Tyler tried to answer, his body shaking. —We’ll… we’ll be right out…
But the sentence broke into a high-pitched moan when Josh slammed into him again. Tyler bit his hand to keep from screaming, his eyes shut, while Josh smiled against his neck, cruel and aroused.
— Answer him, Ty… if you can. — Josh whispered, marking his skin with his teeth.
Tyler tried again, his voice breathless: — Y-yes… almost done…— and immediately muffled another moan. It sounded like he was singing a broken verse of pure pleasure.
There was silence on the other side of the door, then a faint “Okay, we’ll wait” before the footsteps retreated.
Tyler let out a gasping laugh, a mix of nerves and desire.
— They’re gonna catch us one day, Josh… — he moaned, letting himself go again. — And I don’t care.
Josh gave a low growl, accelerating the pace until Tyler could say nothing more, only moan uncontrollably, his back arched and his thighs tense around him. The release was intense, with Josh coming inside him and Tyler staining both their abdomens, as he trembled, passionately spent.
They lay for a few seconds, collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily, pressed against each other. Tyler was the first to move, running a hand over his stained chest, laughing softly.
— Look what you did to me…— he said teasingly, wiping himself with a towel he found nearby.
Josh watched him, still catching his breath, and snatched the towel to wipe him himself, slowly, as if marking his territory. Tyler allowed it, watching him with a smile.
— Next time I’m going to moan your name louder. —Tyler whispered provocatively. — Let’s see if they still dare to knock.
Josh snorted an incredulous laugh, giving his thigh a playful slap. — Idiot.— But the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him; he was clearly delighted.
When they had tidied themselves up enough to mask the disaster, someone knocked again from outside. This time, Tyler raised his voice, now firm and serene, as if nothing had happened: — We’re opening up!
Josh bit back a smile. Tyler was still flushed, still marked by him. And no one outside would ever know.
[...]
The hotel was silent, a stark contrast to the euphoria of the show. Tyler emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, a black t-shirt far too loose, revealing his collarbone, and that smile Josh already recognized as dangerous.
He dropped onto the bed, on his back, his legs spread with brazenness. — Do you know what I was thinking when I was on that chair tonight? — he asked, playing with the edge of his shirt as if talking about the weather.
Josh looked at him from the armchair, still half-dressed, his bare chest glistening in the soft light. — I imagine you weren’t thinking about the setlist.
Tyler laughed softly, turning his face towards him. —I was thinking about you… how you were looking at me from behind the drums. And how I was going to make sure to give you a private show afterward.
Josh stood up slowly, crossing the room with deliberate steps. He leaned over him, placing his hands on either side of Tyler’s body. — And are you going to? — he whispered, his voice rough, his eyes locked onto Tyler’s.
Tyler bit his lip. — Yes, but this time the chair is yours, Joshua. I’m going to kneel, for you, again.
Josh felt a shiver run down his spine, and he knew the night was just beginning.
"I promised you a contract".