Fanfiction: While the Girls Are Away… (NSFW)

Part Two

“Josh!”

So many thoughts ran through Tyler’s mind when Josh fell face-first into the room that he couldn’t fix on any one of them.

What the hell?

Is that Josh?

What were the chances?

Omigod, that’s Josh!

But Debby promised she wouldn’t tell him I’d be home…

Seriously… what the hell?!

Wait. Is that Josh’s…

Oh, yeah. It definitely was.

Why would Josh be standing there? Like that? Unless…

Oh. My. God.

“Were you masturbating to me?”

The scarlet creeping across Josh’s cheeks was all the answer he needed.

Well, that and…

As Tyler dragged a pillow across his lap to hide his own guilt, he told himself it wasn’t pervy to get an eyeful of Josh while he was on display. It was his bedroom, after all.

Was it pervy to beat off to an old recording of his best friend while his wife was away?

Well…

Maybe – Tyler had to do something.

Weeks of being locked away in tiny rooms with the drummer had Tyler thinking strange things. Feeling strange things. He’d hoped that if he just went ahead and got it out of his system, he might be able to go back to working with Josh without accidentally double-booking interviews or losing crew when he failed to email them – just because the way Josh straddled his chair was unbelievably distracting.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

It was the wrong question at the wrong time. Tyler knew very well what they were supposed to do.

But it wasn’t what he wanted to do.

So, he offered Josh a choice.

Tyler’s pulse raced when Josh hurried to join him in the bed. Once they were there, side-by-side in the nude, though…

“This is kinda awkward.”

Josh laughed. “So, so awkward.”

“How do we…?”

The other man grinned.

“Well,” he said, “you asked me to give you a hand, so I guess we start there.”

Tyler held his breath as Josh reached for him. He expected even more awkwardness. A little shame, maybe. Plenty of embarrassment, for sure. But Tyler felt none of that. He felt…

A shiver rippled through Tyler when Josh wrapped his strong fingers hesitantly around him. The feel of the drummer’s calloused hands against his sensitive flesh wasn’t anything he could have expected because it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Letting his head fall back to the pillows propping him up, Tyler let out the moan rumbling through his chest.

“Is this… okay?” Josh asked, gently sliding his palm along Tyler’s shaft, then back again. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted. “You know… to another guy.”

“Are you sure?” Tyler asked helplessly. “’Cause you’re a fucking pro,” he ground the words out as he thrust himself into the other man’s touch. Josh laughed, but his movements grew more confident. Bolder.

Tyler was already speeding toward that place he’d been on the brink of before Josh’s interruption. He grabbed a fistful of sheets as…

Josh stopped?

Blood pounding in his ears, Tyler forced his eyes open to give Josh a confused look.

“What…?” Although he tried to choke back the disappointment he felt, even Tyler could hear it lurking in his voice.

Josh dropped his gaze. His hand travelled along Tyler’s thigh until it came to rest at the junction of his thigh. So close…

“I can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this…” Josh started in a painfully shy, uncertain voice Tyler hadn’t heard in years.

Tyler prayed the next words out of the other man’s mouth didn’t include the words “mistake” or “stop.”

“Say… what?” he asked nervously.

“Can I…” Josh slowly raised his eyes to meet Tyler’s anxious gaze. He swallowed. “Can I suck it?”

A wind tunnel opened up in Tyler’s head. It roared, picking up Josh’s words and throwing them around until they were all Tyler could hear. All he could think. All he could feel.

Josh must have mistaken Tyler’s wonder for rejection because his face fell. He started to clamber off the bed. Tyler had to quickly shake off the whirlwind of surprise to grab Josh’s wrist in time to prevent his departure.

“Josh. Wait.”

The other man stopped but wouldn’t meet Tyler’s eye. He stared at the rumpled sheets with cheeks that turned a deeper shade of red.

“Josh,” Tyler said again, stroking his friend’s wrist tenderly with his thumb. “I…” he had to wet his lips before he could continue. “I would like that. Very much.”

The drummer finally looked up, eyes bright with the threat of tears. Guilt ate at Tyler’s gut. He’d always hated the fact that Josh doubted himself so much.

His cock throbbed, demanding attention, proving that this was one of those things Josh never had to doubt.

“But,” Tyler said, embarrassment making his face hot, “I’m so close I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from… you know…”

A smile touched the corners of Josh’s lips. “I think I’d be okay with that,” he said.

Damn.

The rush of anticipation that ran through Tyler at the other man’s shy declaration had him hoping he’d last long enough.

“Then,” Tyler said, gently tugging Josh back to his side, “will you, please, suck my cock?”

Josh needed no further encouragement. He slid down to bring himself level with Tyler’s hips, wrapped one hand around the base, and (with a grin so naughty it would fuel Tyler’s fantasies for months,) wrapped his lips around Tyler’s straining penis.

Don’t come… don’t come… don’t…

“Ahh!”

The delicious heat of Josh’s mouth disappeared but his hand rose up, then dropped back down as he spoke.

“Is this okay?” the other man asked, that damned doubt clinging to the edges of his voice.

Tyler threw an arm over his eyes before he answered. He couldn’t risk seeing that fucking grin again. Not if he wanted to feel Josh’s mouth around him again before he finished.

Which he did. Very, very much.

“It’s fucking heaven, Josh.”

The drummer chuckled as he resumed his ministrations. Tyler made a living with his words, and he couldn’t think of a single one to describe the way the sensation of Josh’s chuckle affected him. Hell, for the next few minutes, Tyler’s words failed him entirely. They dissolved into an incomprehensible jumble of groans interspersed with things like “yes,” and “oh, god,” and “please.”

Tyler found himself on the edge much sooner than he would have liked.

“Josh,” he warned, fingers tangling in the other man’s curls, “I’m… I’m gonna… ahh!”

Tyler’s hips bucked as his world exploded.

Josh continued to work Tyler until he’d milked every last drop of pleasure from him. Spent, Tyler let his arm fall to the side.

“Hmm,” Josh mused, climbing back up the bed to tuck himself into Tyler’s side, “I don’t know what Debby’s always complaining about. I kinda like it.”

Shit.

Debby.

Jenna.

Their wives.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” Tyler asked quietly.

There was no regret in his voice, just a helpless kind of despair. They had families. How were they going to make this work?

It was only then Tyler realized there wasn’t any doubt about… whatever “this” was, or if he wanted it to work. Just concern about the fallout.

“Well,” Josh started, tracing the line of Tyler’s jaw with one finger, “I know we’re pretty new to all this, but I think I could probably come up with a few suggestions…”

Laughing despite his worries, Tyler rested his forehead against Josh’s. Certain parts of his anatomy reacted… differently, preferring to hear some of those suggestions rather than contemplate reality. Only guilt gave him pause.

“No,” Tyler said. “I mean…”

He made the mistake of opening his eyes. Josh’s warm, contented gaze drew Tyler in until he was in danger of drowning.

Drowning?

Drowned.

He was already so lost…

A muscular leg slid between his own.  A warm hand came to rest on his chest.

“I know what you mean,” Josh said softly. “We’ll figure it out,” he promised, brushing his lips across Tyler’s. “Later,” he added. Hand traveling down from Tyler’s chest, the other man teased a breathless gasp from him.

Suddenly all the complications seemed very far away. Grasping the back of Josh’s neck in a possessive grip, Tyler agreed.

“Later,” he said, angling his head for a hungry kiss.

***

Across town, Rosie bounded over to her mother.

“Mommy!” she cried happily. They’d slid down twisty slides and gobbled up messy ice cream and now they were playing games with big mallets you could swing at monsters that popped up.

It was the best day, ever.

“Mommy,” she said again, tugging on her mother’s shirt. The older woman was in the middle of a very adult conversation with Aunt Debby, but their words didn’t mean anything to Rosie, who had a very important question to ask.

“Can we have one more game?” she asked, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “Please?”

“Oh, I dunno about that,” her mother teased, checking the time on her phone. “What do you think, Aunt Debby? Have those boys had time to work things out yet?”

“They’ve had over a decade already,” Aunt Debby mumbled as she shifted Baby Felix from one arm to another, voice full of mirth. “Boys are pretty stupid, though.”

Rosie didn’t know which boys they were talking about – or why they were talking about boys at all, when there were games to be played – so she just shifted impatiently from one foot to the other.

“Yup,” Rosie’s mother agreed, digging out more shiny tokens she passed over. “It took them this long… I guess a few more games won’t hurt.”

A few more? Best. Day. Ever.

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