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it's not a new occurrence, especially with tyler.
they're set to shoot the sai livestream experience in two days—something they've been rehearsing for, at least, a fair amount of weeks now. tyler has the entire place mapped out and josh has memorized every cue.
still for some reason beyond his comprehension, josh is currently sitting on a sofa as he watches tyler pace around the rehearsing room. he can see his reflection on the opposite wall and tyler's bubblegum hair shine under the place's almost blinding lights.
he can't really blame tyler, if he's being honest here; no matter how much they walk around this place, josh still feels like he'll take the wrong turn and end up on the other side of the building.
but tyler's better than that, and they both know it.
but, again, josh still finds himself letting out a sigh as tyler finally comes to a stop in front of him. josh looks up at tyler from where he's sitting, watching the singer try to bite his nails only to find them cut short and instead going to twirl a piece of pink soft hair.
"tyler," the drummer says. tyler hums but doesn't meet his eyes, brown irises fixed on his white shoes. "ty, baby, look at me." tyler finally meets his gaze. josh smiles, warm. "hey."
"i'm—" tyler swallows. ", i'm scared."
josh nods and offers his hand. tyler gets closer but doesn't lower himself onto his lap or anything of the sorts, he just stands there and takes it. "i know. i am too. to be honest i think i'll mess up as soon as we start the shooting," he laughs.
tyler frowns. "you're not helping."
josh rolls his eyes. "you're too hard on yourself sometimes." tyler lets go of his hair only to fidget with the neck of his adidas jacket. "come here," josh says and pats his thighs, pulling closer towards him until the singer's almost standing between his legs.
tyler groans but still makes himself comfortable in josh's lap, head resting on the drummer's shoulder. tyler hums and rubs his cheek against josh, crossing his arms as he adjusts his position before finally sighing when he's comfortable enough.
josh throws an arm around tyler's shoulders and buries his face into his hair, placing a kiss on the singer's crown. "why are you so worried?"
tyler shrugs. "i dunno," he replies softly. "everyone says i already perfected it but—maybe is my insecurities talking," he voices. "is it?"
"only you know it." tyler huffs and pinches his bicep. "ow?"
"again, you're not helping," he mutters against josh's skin. josh just sighs, kissing his hair again before tyler suddenly resurges from his hiding spot. "can i suck you off?"
josh blinks so many times he thinks his eyelids will fall off within the next five seconds. "what?"
tyler looks down, one of hands playing with the hem of josh's blue shirt, a dark blush spreading on his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing past the hole of the white shirt he's been wearing for, at least, five days now.
"uhm, i–i really like it. the feeling, i mean," he somehow gets out. then, his hands fly to cover his flushed face. "this is so embarrassing," he mumbles.
josh chuckles and grabs his wrists, pulling tyler's hands away and instead cupping his face. "don't be shy," he says before pecking the singer on the lips. "yes you can, baby."
tyler bites his lower lip. "really?," he questions, getting that tingling feeling on his lower belly when josh nods. "fuck–okay, great." with that, he slides off and on to the floor between josh's now spread legs.
josh watches attentively as tyler's hands slowly creep up his clothed thighs, his bottom lip between his teeth as he fixes his gaze on the drummer's still soft cock. he looks like it's his birthday and he's about to unwrap the biggest gift in the room.
josh threads a hand through soft, pink strands, scratching at tyler's scalp and pulling a soft whine from him. "hm, eager, aren't you?," he asks in a mocking tone. tyler only looks up at him, cheeks heating up as he nods shyly. "fuck, you're so pretty it's unfair."
tyler's eyes shine as he finally unzips josh's pants. he hooks his fingers on the waistband of josh's underwear before pulling it down and out of the way enough for his cock to spring free, slowly starting to fill just from seeing the singer in such state.
tyler whines when he closes one hand around the shaft, licking his lips hungrily as he shuffles closer to the drummer. he looks up, locking gazes with josh for a moment as he gives a experimental lick to the tip, cleaning the little buds of pre-cum gathering there.
josh tips his head back, groaning when tyler finally closes his lips around the head, sucking on it and letting out the cutest sound josh has ever heard. he has to muster all of his willpower to not look down at tyler or he'll finish inside his mouth in no time.
unfortunately it's a really complicated task; tyler won't stop letting this soft, clearly involuntary sound as he starts to bob his head, tongue dragging against the underside of josh's cock. he traces every vein with the tip his tongue as his hand pumps what he can't fit inside his mouth.
tyler makes a displeased sounds when he opens his eyes, looks up at josh, and realizes he isn't watching him—he's giving his all, looking pretty as his throat gets fucked, and josh won't even take a miserable glance?
josh whines in annoyance when tyler pulls off, his cock sliding out of the singer's mouth with a wet «pop». he huffs and looks down at tyler. "what?," he asks, raising an eyebrow.
tyler freaking pouts. "you're not looking at me," he points, as if josh didn't already know. josh only manages to stare at him, dumbfounded. "i don't like it when you don't look at me," he says, rubbing the tip of josh's cock on his lips, coating them in pre-cum.
"fuck–," josh mutters. he pulls carefully at tyler's hair, drawing a moan out of him. "what, want to put on a show while you suck me off, hm?," he questions. tyler nods, eye half-lidded as he takes the tip between his lips again. "yeah? want all eyes on you while your pretty mouth gets fucked?"
tyler lets out an obscene moan at that. the image of him on his knees between josh's legs, while in the middle of a show, and with the drummer's cock pressing against the back of his throat immediate conjuring in his mind.
tyler feels his dick twitch inside his pants. he slowly spreads his legs and undoes the string of his pants before he pulls them down along with his underwear, to free his flushed cock, the head pink and wet from how much he's leaking.
josh bites his lip and looks down at tyler's pathetic form: eyes closed and lips stretched around his cock, hollowing his cheeks with a soft sound and dragging his thumb against the tip of his own dick as he starts to weakly buck his hips, chasing the friction.
josh pulls carefully at tyler's hair, catching the singer's attention and causing him to open his eyes. "so good for me baby," he says. tyler hums around him. "fuck–you were made for this, weren't you?" tyler nods as best as he can with his mouth still stuffed full. "made to take cock," he sighs.
tyler moans, the rhythm of his hip turning sloppy. josh can't no longer resist it and he starts to force tyler up and down on his dick, feeling his tongue drag against his cock inside his mouth. josh groans every time the tip of his cock hits the back of tyler's throat.
tyler can just manage a weak moan before he's coming, spilling all over his fingers and pants. his eyes roll to the back of his head as josh forces his cock all the way into his mouth right before he's shooting ropes of cum down his throat.
tyler breathes through his nose until josh finally pulls him off. tyler coughs a little before he's looking up at josh and resting his cheek on his thigh, rubbing against him like a needy kitten. josh takes his chin between his fingers, gathering the string of cum and drool that's sliding down tyler's chin with his thumb and stuffing it in between the singer's lips, who takes it and sucks it clean happily.
it takes a moment for tyler to finally pull off of josh's thumb. "fuck– god, i needed that," he then says, stupid smile forming on his face as he tucks himself into his pants again, fixing them on his hips. "thanks, by the way," he tells josh, looking up at him.
the drummer smiles and brushes his hair with his fingers. "it's okay. do you feel better?," he asks softly, also pulling up his underwear and fixing his pants and belt.
tyler nods. "yeah, a lot actually. guess–i guess i just had to clear my mind a bit." josh hums and pulls him up and onto his lap again. "we should get going," he mutters.
"yeah we should," josh replies. "lets just—stay like this, for a little bit."
tyler hums, letting his head rest on josh's shoulder again and snuggling closer to him, one arm going around the drummer's torso and tracing circles on his back. josh scratches at his scalp and the singer can't help but feel warm spreading through him.
he finds himself no longer worried about the livestream. he'll be fine as long as josh is there with him, and he knows he will be.