Fanfiction: While the Girls Are Away… (NSFW)

When Debby told Josh she was kidnapping Jenna and the kids for a day of pizza and ball pits, Josh hurried to do something he hadn’t done in far too long.

Hang out with his best friend.

Sure, he and Tyler saw each other all the time–but that was, you know, work. Scheduled meetings where they hashed out travel details and musical bridges. They never got to just sit around, eat food their wives wouldn’t approve of, and watch bad television anymore.

Josh bounded into the Josephs’ house with an armload of chips and sodas he deposited on the counter as he passed.

“Ty?” he called, surprised the other man wasn’t already camped out in front of the TV.

The house was eerily quiet without the mayhem of the smallest Josephs running amok. It was so quiet, Josh felt weird calling out again. He padded silently through the house, wondering where Tyler could have gone. Jenna said he’d be home…

Josh checked the studio first because where else would Tyler be? It was as empty as the living room. And the rest of the rooms on that floor. Disappointed, Josh turned to leave.

Until a sound stopped him.

It wasn’t just that the house was so quiet any noise felt unusual, it was the kind of noise he heard.

The kind of noise it usually took two people to make.

And it came from upstairs.

Where the master bedroom was.

He didn’t want to look. Fuck. Didn’t want to know. If Tyler was cheating on Jen, that was between them. It had to be. Josh really didn’t want to find out which way his loyalty would swing if Tyler was being unfaithful.

He wanted to leave. Knew he should leave.

But then the noise came again, low and guttural, and Josh found himself moving toward the half-closed bedroom door at the end of the hall.

Josh thought he’d seen Tyler in just about every situation there was. They’d celebrated together, mourned together, and talked each other out of more panic attacks than he could count. They’d been together through it all–but Josh had never heard Tyler make that noise before.

Not even the time he’d accidentally walked in on Tyler and Jenna on the tour bus.

Because that was the kind of thing that happened sometimes when you lived on tour buses half the year.

Even then, Josh hadn’t heard Tyler make that noise.

Josh didn’t want to know who had elicited the kind of noise Tyler’s wife couldn’t.

He didn’t.

But he had to.

Cursing his curiosity, Josh inched up to the bedroom door and cautiously peered around the edge.

Whoa.

It was…

No one.

No one else was in the room with Tyler. Just… Tyler.

Who moaned again.

Josh wondered briefly if he was supposed to be disgusted by the sight of his best friend pleasuring himself… but the unabashed way Tyler did it mesmerized Josh. The other man lay completely naked across the bed, with one hand resting lightly on his abdomen and the other wrapped around himself.

Josh slapped a hand across his mouth to stifle the gasp that nearly got his nosey ass busted.

Damn, he thought, getting an eyeful of Tyler, no wonder they’ve got so many kids. If Josh had that waiting for him at home, he’d be on it every chance he got too.

Wait.

What?

Josh was confused by his response to the other man’s naked form. Especially Tyler’s… blessed member. Jealousy was a totally natural response, right? Except…

He wasn’t jealous of Tyler.

He was jealous of Jenna.

Josh’s confusion wasn’t helped by the unexpected hardness in his pants.

What was happening to him? He’d never felt that way about another man before. Especially not Tyler!

…had he?

Well, maybe once. Or twice. Or… damn.

He’d always put his strange reactions down to the excitement of performing or to good old-fashioned adrenalin–not the sight of Tyler’s sweaty chest as he whipped his tee-shirt off after a show.

Thinking about it made Josh’s gaze drift up to the other man’s chest. Linger on the gentle swells of his belly and the nipples Tyler’s free hand traveled up to tweak gently. Fatherhood had softened the singer’s physique and, for reasons he couldn’t understand, that made Josh want to explore it.

With his tongue.

Fuck.

What was wrong with him?!

Aside from the obvious problem–which, while not as impressive as Tyler’s, had grown just as erect. Painfully so. Josh tried to shift as quietly as he could to alleviate some of the pressure without alerting the other man to his presence.

It didn’t help.

Unable to take his eyes off Tyler, Josh did something unthinkable. Something unforgiveable.

Something sexy as hell.

Sliding his hand under the waistband of his sweats, Josh took hold of himself.

For a moment, Josh worried the low moan he heard had issued from his own throat. But then he saw Tyler’s other hand join the first, stroking the tip of his penis as he worked himself, and Josh had to bite his lip to keep quiet.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Nope. Not the excitement of a good performance. Not even adrenalin. It was so much simpler than that. So obvious, now that he was there, getting off to his best friend getting off.

Josh Dun was hot for Tyler Joseph.

So fucking hot.

Sweat broke out along Josh’s brow as he struggled to keep his breath, his movements, quiet.

Sweatpants, he decided, as loose as they were, were too restrictive. He needed to really feel it. Heedless of the risk, Josh hastily shoved his pants down to his knees and grabbed himself again.

There was something wrong about jacking off, unseen, in someone else’s house. Something wrong about spying on Tyler at such a private moment. But… fuck. It didn’t feel wrong. It felt amazing.

Josh found himself wondering what it would feel like if Tyler’s fingers were wrapped around his cock instead of his own. His fantasy was interrupted when Tyler’s hips arched off the bed.

He damn near came right there on the carpet.

“Josh!”

It took Josh too long to realize the other man hadn’t called his name because he’d seen Josh, but because that was who Tyler was picturing behind those tightly squeezed eyelids. The delay was just long enough for Josh to reach for his pants while simultaneously trying to back into the hallway. The panicked combination resulted in exactly the opposite of what he intended.

Josh tumbled into the bedroom face-first.

With his pants down.

Cheeks burning, Josh looked up in time to see Tyler shoot upright in the bed, his mouth open in surprise.

“Josh!” he exclaimed.

And, this time, pleasure had nothing to do with it.

Tyler’s eyes darted from Josh to the TV mounted across the room. Josh got a quick glimpse of what was on the screen before the other man’s frantic fumbling with the remote killed the image.

No, not what.

Who.

The TV had been paused on some concert footage from a few years back. Specifically, on an image of Josh from that concert, bare-chested with his tongue out.

Holy. Shit.

He turned his attention back to the man on the bed who was, at that moment, dragging a pillow across his lap to hide his nudity.

Josh was, surprisingly, unhindered by his own humbling position.

Probably had something to do with the fact that the rockstar who had millions of fangirls (and boys) crushing on him was masturbating to an image of him.

Didn’t hurt the ego any, that was for sure!

Did make Josh so hard he was afraid to cover himself, though, lest he accidentally brush his erection and embarrass himself even more.

They stared at each other in stunned silence. Josh didn’t mean to break it, but he found himself blurting out, “Were you masturbating to me?” anyway.

Heat crept up Tyler’s neck as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Were you…” Tyler countered instead of answering, “masturbating to me?”

They stared.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” Josh asked after the awkward silence eventually dissolved into nervous laughter.

Tyler rubbed a hand across his hair.

“Um…” he started, “I guess we could get dressed, go somewhere extremely public, and never speak of this again.”

Josh nodded. Good, solid choice.

“Or…”

“Or?”

Tyler tossed the pillow aside and scooted across the bed.

“Or, you can come up here and give me a hand.”

Josh had his shirt over his head and was kicking his sweatpants away before Tyler could finish his sentence.