HARDCORE PORN

"Bet you twenty he won't date him for two weeks."

"Bet you thirty he’ll date him for three."

Brendon shot Pete a glare at his dare being upped, and Tyler couldn't help but laugh as a red-faced Josh looked at them.

"Tyler, why are you laughing? They literally want me to fake date you?" Josh asked the taller boy, his face close to matching the red in his hair. He wasn't sure he had masked his anxiety about the thought until he heard Tyler laughing lowly again.

"I don't mind. It'd be funny. Come on, it'd be just like those Buzzfeed videos!" Tyler exclaimed. Josh watched with faint amusement at how child-like he seemed. It managed to slightly untie the knots in his gut.

"Alright fine." Josh grumbled. He couldn't help the chill of excitement that ran its way down his spine at the thought of being, even if fake, dating Tyler. Tyler stepped over, pulling his arm around Josh's shoulders and leaning down to kiss his head.

Fuck, what had he gotten himself into?

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"Oh, Joshie.~" Tyler cooed from the back room. Josh had been forcing himself to work more with drumming to try and not be stuck in close proximity with his crush. He realized a day in that he may have to get shit-faced drunk to be able to stay so close to him. Even whenever they were in the private of Josh and Tyler's shared apartment, Tyler kept his role of boyfriend instead of falling into the normal role of roommate.

At least whenever they had simply been best friends and roommates, before the stupid dare, he could face Tyler. He remembered that they had held each other through bad times. If Tyler had a nightmare, or Josh, they would hold each other. Tyler would sometimes sing Josh to sleep, if he asked. Josh would put on Tyler’s favourite show and they would fall asleep to it.

Those were different. He knew they were strictly platonic- now, the affection that Tyler showed was making his heart question what his mind truly knew, and his mind was slowly falling victim to it, too.

"What is it, Ty?" he called as he took a break, sighing. The beat of the drums was a rhythm that calmed him, soothed him. He took note, briefly, that the only other beat that could keep him this calm was Tyler's heartbeat.

"I'm lonely! Come be domestic with me and let's watch something!"

There was a brief pause before Josh sighed, defeated, and got up to walk to the other room. "What are you wanting to watch, Ty?" he asked, yawning behind his hand. His adrenaline had been pumping when he was in the zone, and he only now noticed just how exhausted he truly was.

"I don't care, whatever you want to watch." Tyler hummed out. Josh's heart skipped a beat when he focused on the other boy. He was wearing one of Josh's larger hoodies, his hands hidden in the sleeves, and a pair of black gym shorts.

"Tyler, you can't tell me that you want to watch something and not even have an idea at all. What the fuck." he stated, clearly faking annoyance as he walked over to the bed and dropped onto it. He shifted around, going to put his legs under the covers before Tyler's voice cut him off.

"Ah-ah, not on the bed until you get a shower."

"Tyler, this is my bed."

"It's our bed."

"Tyler."

"Joshua." Tyler shot back just as quickly, and smiled in victory as Josh scowled, getting back up. He walked to his dresser, grabbing out a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and he hesitated for a moment before grabbing a t-shirt. He yawned behind his hand once again, but stepped out to head towards the shower.

Tyler stopped him a second before he had gotten all the way out of the room. "And Josh? Don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you, baby." he said with a cheeky wink. Josh felt his own face heat up, and he turned back around. He prayed Tyler hadn't seen it.

He found himself stepping into the shower in less than three minutes, almost purring as the hot water hit the back of his neck and down over his shoulders. He tilted his head upwards, letting the warmth come through his hair, the rivulets trailing down his nose in some places.

He was broken out of his trance by a small knocking on the door. "Joshie! Hurry up!" Tyler whined. It was then that Josh was glad that they did not have a sheer curtain on the shower, because Tyler welcomed himself into the bathroom. "You're taking forever." he groaned.

Josh got the courage to peek from a corner of the curtain and was met with Tyler, face flushed. He had discarded the hoodie somewhere- he wasn't wearing it anymore -and Josh could see every single thing that reminded him why he thought the boy was physically beautifully. Every faint scar, every little curve, every freckle.

Tyler cleared his throat, and he realized he'd been staring. He watched as Tyler self consciously pulled his arm around in front of him, hooking it onto his other to try and hide some of what he deemed ugly.

"Hello, beautiful. Impatient?" he teased, not knowing where the newfound courage had come from. He watched as Tyler's face turned a bright red. "You're taking forever, Josh." he whined again, his voice softer. Josh thought he was imagining the shyness that came from the previously cocky boy.

"Well, I'm all by myself." he stated. The words held an invitation, and Josh decided to go back to showering. If Tyler joined him, his heart might pound out of his chest. If he didn't, he'd finish showering and go back to playing pretend. He closed his eyes, humming lowly to the tune of a song he didn't know.

He was pleasantly surprised to find slender fingers wrap around his waist and a new warmth attaching itself to his back. He leaned back slightly, opening his eyes to find a red-faced Tyler looking back down at him awkwardly.

He couldn't help but let out a low laugh and smile- a comforting smile, one that he would always give Tyler whenever the boy was nervous about something.

He was surprised once again whenever soft lips pressed against his, albeit angled weirdly. Tyler didn't protest whenever Josh turned around to face him and placed one hand on his cheek, the other resting on his shoulder.

Finally, they broke the kiss, their foreheads pressed gently together.

"I've been waiting years to do that to you." Tyler finally spoke. He'd never been a fan of silences. Josh smiled, pulling Tyler closer to him. His lips brushed against Tyler's as he looked up at him through his lashes. "I'm glad you finally did it." he said before pressing their lips together again.

Tyler, finally somewhat over his shyness, trailed his hands down to rest gently at Josh's hips. "I'm going to dry off and I'm going to be on that bed. If you aren't in there in five minutes..." Tyler threatened as he pulled away from Josh.

"Three minutes, tops, sweetheart."

Josh was in the room again within two minutes. Tyler was sitting nervously on the bed, watching the screen in front of him. He had thrown something random on Netflix, something to fill the silence, to calm his thoughts.

"You're still dressed?" Josh teased, raising a brow. He had abandoned his thoughts on wearing an actual outfit, instead opting only to wear his boxers. He had the towel over his head, drying his hair before tossing it blindly in the direction of the laundry basket.

He slipped onto the bed beside Tyler, his hand coiling around to rest gently against the brunette's stomach. It was a light touch, and it seemed to calm Tyler down. "You realize that we don't have to-" he started before Tyler interrupted his words.

"Fuck that. I've waited too long. Every little touch, every comforting stroke. I've waited too long." he said, his words firm. He rolled over and straddled Josh's hips in one fluid movement, his hands on either side of the boy's head.

"Ty, baby." Josh said, and that was all he was able to say, his words forming into a strangled groan as Tyler rolled his hips against the other’s. “I’ve waited too long.” Tyler repeated, dropping his head down low to Josh’s before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Do you want to..?” Josh asked, Tyler kissing his way down the other boy. Feather light kisses from his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. He nipped his neck, his hands trailing slowly down Josh’s sides.

“Joshie, please.” he said in response. “What do you want me to do, baby boy?” Josh asked, his hips bucking up slightly as Tyler’s hands grazed against his thighs. “Anything. Touch me. Please, Joshie.”

Tyler made the mistake of sliding down to Josh’s legs and Josh leaned up, grabbing him. He pulled him against his chest, pressing their lips together. “D’you actually have lube, Ty?” Josh asked, putting a hand on Tyler’s chest when he tried to lean closer to capture his lips again.

With a noise of protest, Tyler felt his face heat up slightly. “I do in fact have some, Joshie. Hold on. I’ll.. be right back.” he said, sliding off the other boy and scampering out of the room. Josh took the time to scoot up on the bed, his back resting against the headboard- not quite flush, a few inches between the small of his back and the wood.

He heard the patter of Tyler’s feet as the boy walked around, hurrying to get the stuff and come back to Josh. He looked over to the door whenever the noises stopped just to be greeted by his Tyler in just boxers, holding the lube and, surprisingly, a condom. “Ty, I have condoms, you do realise this, yes?” Josh asked. Well, tried to ask.

The words never escaped his mouth, Tyler not giving him the opportunity. It was like he had blinked and Tyler had just appeared on his lap again, their lips together. He felt Tyler’s lips curl into a sly smile against his, and he couldn’t stop the needy growl that escaped his throat.

“What’s wrong, Joshie? Impatient?” Tyler asked as he pulled away, pressing a hand to Josh’s chest to keep him from trying to lock lips with the brunette again. Seems the roles had switched, not that Josh would complain.

“You’re hot and I’ve liked you since we were kids and I get off to the thought of you on me or in me almost every day. Yes, I’m impatient, Tyler Joseph.” Josh managed to huff out, his face heating up as he realised what he had admitted.

Tyler was taken aback, but he quickly regained the control he had, smiling. “You get off to me?” he asked, ignoring that his face was surely dusted with a rose red.

“God, yes. You’re so hot, and I just can’t help myself.” he said with a smirk as the look of Tyler’s face gave him more courage.

“What do you think about?”

“Fucking you, you riding me, blowjobs, rimming. All of it. God, if you can say it, I’ve probably imagined it.” he said with a small laugh, but it was cut off as Tyler ground his hips against Josh’s, pulling out a moan.

“Can I ride you?” Tyler hummed as he leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses on Josh’s neck. Josh managed to nod, his hands gripping onto Tyler's hips. “Yeah. God, yes, baby boy.”

Tyler seemed to perk up at the approval, and he slid back to straddle Josh's legs. He took the other boy’s cock with his hand, guiding it to his mouth to harden him fully. When Josh let out a low moan, Tyler hummed his approval, the vibrations shooting through Josh before Tyler pulled off of him with a low pop!

Tyler grabbed the condom from beside them and opened it before rolling it onto Josh’s cock, not wasting a second. He then got off the bed, smiling at Josh's protesting.

“I have to take these off, Josh.” he hummed out, dropping the boxers to his ankles, stepping out of them to crawl back onto the bed. Straddling Josh's hips again, he grabbed the lube that had been carelessly forgotten next to them.

The cold liquid coated his fingers before he clicked the cap closed again and dropping it on the bed. Tyler kept his eyes on Josh as he reached, prodding at his entrance, his fingers gliding in quickly.

A moan escaped him, impatiently trying not to just go through the motion of stretching himself. “Ty..” Josh whined, and Tyler couldn't help but smile. He slowly positioned himself over Josh, dropping onto him at an ungodly pace.

Josh's hands gripped onto Tyler's hips, his fingers digging gently into the soft skin. “Baby..” he managed to get out. Tyler smiled, leaning forward to press their lips together again as he sat comfortably on Josh, rocking his hips slightly.

Josh decided to get as much control as he could, holding the back of Tyler’s neck with one hand as the kiss broke, and he trailed kisses down the side of the brunette’s jaw, down to his neck. He grinned when he found the spot that made Tyler whine and moan, nipping and sucking on it.

“J-Josh, fuck p-please.” Tyler whined out, his hands on Josh’s chest.

“What is it, baby boy? You’re on me.” he hummed against the skin, smiling slightly whenever Tyler dug his fingers gently into Josh’s chest.

With a small struggle to keep persistent, Tyler began to bounce. Up, down, up, down. The movements were slow, but he counted in his head to keep his mind off of the pleasure Josh was giving him.

It managed to work until Josh began to thrust upwards slightly, and the angle hit Tyler’s prostate. A moan echoed through the room, raw with emotion, high-pitched. “Right there, baby. Fu-uck!”

Josh smiled, managing to angle it perfectly before he finally held Tyler’s hips and fucked upwards into the spot. Moans escaped Tyler like a song, egging Josh on until he finally flipped them over, fucking deeply into the brunette.

“J-Josh, Josh, fuck, I’m gonna come.” Tyler said around his moans, his fingers digging into the sheets he was pressed against. Josh brought his hand between them, stroking Tyler’s aching arousal in time with his thrusts until he finally released across his stomach, his back arching slightly.

It only took three more thrusts before Josh came, his head falling onto Tyler’s chest as he rode out his orgasm. “So. That was fun. And I wanna do it again. And I would like to truly go out with you. If that’s alright?” Tyler squeaked out after a few minutes.

Josh nodded simply, “Of course, Tyler. I thought you’d never ask.” he finally pulled his head off of Tyler’s chest to smile, leaning over to kiss him. He pulled out of the brunette, pulling off the condom and knotting it before dropping it into the trash bin next to the door.

He went to the laundry basket, grabbing the towel from earlier, and wiping off Tyler’s chest and tossing it back afterwards. “Josh. Josh, I don’t think I can walk.” Tyler said, embarrassment clear in his tone. Josh simply chuckled, picking Tyler up and moving him underneath the covers. He wrapped his body around the brunette’s protectively, his arm wrapping around Tyler’s waist.

He pressed his lips gently against the boy’s head, smiling at the noise of happiness Tyler gave him. Josh waited for him to go to sleep before falling asleep to the sound of Tyler’s breathing and the abandoned show still playing on the television.

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“You know you don’t have to keep dating Tyler, right, Josh? It’s been three weeks.” Brendon said over his coffee as Josh pressed his lips against Tyler’s cheek.

“Actually, that’s what we wanted to tell you two about. We’re genuinely dating now.” Tyler said before Josh could say a word, turning his head to kiss the pink-haired boy to emphasize his words. Josh was taken slightly by surprise, but moved his hand up to the back of Tyler’s head, curling it into the short hair as he pulled him closer.

Brendon simply made a face, going back to his coffee. “Damnit. I guess I owe you fifty then, Pete.” Josh pulled his lips from Tyler’s and looked curiously at Brendon. “You only owed him thirty if we dated for three weeks, I thought?”

“We went in afterwards and bet an extra twenty if you guys actually dated. I didn’t think you would.” he explained, taking another sip of the hot liquid. Tyler buried his red face in the side of Josh’s neck, and Josh let out a little laugh.

“Are you guys going to make bets about our relationship now?”

“Maybe.” Brendon and Pete replied in unison. - "Smut? Smut" by 

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