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Josh is not fond of college.
He didn't want to be here and he didn't feel so hot wasting his money on this bullshit, but he had no other choice since apparently being in a band was too over ambitious and he'd never make it. He’d personally like to thank his own dad for that sincere reminder, so here he is, suffering through his fourth semester.
It’s a tragedy, really, and he all but groans when he makes his way into his dorm after having gone to a party with his friends. He was the only one sober tonight, the thought of drinking having made him sick in itself. It’s not like he didn't like to drink, but after last time he’d prefer to keep his wits about him. He had puked his guts out, twice, and since he didn’t want a repeat he offered to be the makeshift dd that kept everyone out of serious trouble.
As he climbs the stairs to his room, he prays to God that his roommate wasn't there so he can get some rest.
In short, the guy was a grade-A dick.
Josh is good with dealing with assholes, he’s used to it, so he tries to remind himself that everything is fine as he opens the door and walks to his side of the room to kick off his shoes, tugging his shirt over his head and taking off his ripped jeans. He bundles them up, careful to take his phone out of his pocket and throws them on his desk chair carelessly, grimacing when he notices a pile starting to grow. The room is eerily quiet and he almost smiles at the tranquility, sitting on his bed and putting his phone to charge.
When the phone lights up as he plugs it, he sees he’s got one unread message by an unknown number. He quirks his head in silent question of who the fuck this random ass person is texting him in the middle of the night. He should ignore it, pretend he never saw it, but his curiosity gets the best of him, his mind wanting to find out more.
What’s your name?
Um, who’s this?
I asked you a question.
This guy (or girl) was an asshole, Josh decides.
bossy.
it’s josh
how’d you get this number?
Ah, Josh. Josh.
Do you suck dick well? ‘Cause this interesting advertisement I found seems to be pretty clear.
Josh stiffens, his head pulling a literal blank.
what. the fuck.
what advertisement?
who is this?
Are you pretty?
[one image attached]
Josh clicks the picture and he clenches his jaw so hard he almost chips a tooth. Of fucking course Dustin would think it’s funny to write out his number in a bathroom stall with the ‘For a good time call…’ message. Josh was going to kill him in his sleep. Violently. He doesn't have much time to continue planning his friend's murder because he gets another text.
Josh, Josh. Where have I heard this name before?
I don't know, man. Listen, my friend wrote that out as a joke.
I'm going to kill him.
My cock seems uninterested in what you're saying.
Let's be friends, Josh. I'm a good guy. Easy going.
I don't even know your name.
I don't have one.
Describe yourself, Josh.
I like to repeat your name. It sounds soft in my mouth.
That’s… okay.
I’m 20, easy going most of the time too I guess, I have insomnia but that’s not why I'm up right now and... I have pink hair?
I don't know.
Tell me your name at least.
Oh, PINK HAIR! Now I remember. That's Josh. The faggot. They call you that, you know? But I didn't have the honour to talk to you personally yet.
fuck you.
You're pretty chill. I may be a bloody serial killer but still, you're pretty chill. Have you some kind of fascination with Death?
what? no what the hell dude, are you high?
I'm not calling you a faggot, silly. In fact, I am a faggot too.
Ha Ha.
You’re so adorable, Josh.
Tell me, are you as much of a lil fag as they say?
you don't even know me, no-named douchebag.
yes I'm gay haha how ironic
Oh man, who would have thought. Like, pink hair. A gay with pink hair? I'm amazed.
You actually look pretty gay.
I have to be honest. I don't look gay at all, I even had hetero relationships. Twice.
thanks?
ew. I dated a girl once and it was terrible so. here I am
It's not a compliment. You look like a bottom. Are you an annoying bottom?
Josh snorts, shaking his head at that. This guy was more entertaining than what Josh gave him credit for. In fact his anxiety hadn't even spiked at the fact he was talking to an absolute stranger. Weird.
damn, straight to the point aren't you?
Do you want to know a secret, Josh?
what?
Tell me you want to know it.
Josh rolls his eyes.
you're annoying, but okay. what's your big bad secret, dude that won't tell me his name? I really really want to know.
Tell me again.
Tell me you w a n t i t.
I want to know your secret, tell me it.
:)
I eat people
dude. gross.
don't be a dick, it's like 3am
I could be there now.
Hanging out with you.
[one image attached]
Josh laughs softly and lays down on his bed; the picture was of the guy, only his face was covered by a mask of some sort. He’s clever, Josh gives him that, but he spots the tattoos on his arm anyway and they seem familiar enough. Where has he seen them before?
you're a tease.
sick tattoos though
Am I?
you are.
are you this much of a tease when you have sex? laaaame
When it comes to sex I take what I want directly from its source.
kinky.
Tell me your classes.
tell me your name first.
We're understanding the game now, aren't we?
Tyler.
Ah, Josh does know this kid. They share a class together.
huh. tyler.
you're in my music theory class
I may be the faggot but you're the weird introvert. that's what they call you, you know?
:)
Josh smirks to himself and drops the phone onto his chest, closing his eyes. The light was starting to burn them in the darkness. He thinks that maybe, just maybe he’ll finally fall asleep, that the over exhaustion of his insomnia keeping him up so many nights has finally gotten to him and sleep was on it’s way until his phone starts buzzing with texts. Repeatedly.
His eyes snap open as he grabs his phone.
What a tease you are.
I'm not that introverted, I just like to be... selective.
People always tend to.. misunderstand? the things I say.
Josh sighs in disbelief. This guy was a straight up asshole, of course people wouldn't understand him. It’s a little sad, if he's being honest, but Josh doesn't know him well enough to care.
I wonder why, tyler.
Oh you, so gay and so silly.
Are you offended by me?
would ya look at that, apparently you're gay too!
Definitely offended.
You little fucking faggot.
oh, so we're back to name calling are we?
I like to taunt you.
I'll begin to hunt you soon too
you're so fucking strange
Wanna know something normal?
Normal doesn't seem like something that would fit Tyler’s vocabulary. It didn't seem to fit anything about him, actually. Josh knows nothing about him, maybe he’s judging him too harshly, but come on. This was some weird shit and sure, he could probably blame it on how tired he is, only he’s choosing not to.
enlighten me.
I like pizza.
Oh thank god, Josh has something in common with this guy.
Are you naked? I'm sorry if I sound like a pervert,
but I actually am a pervert.
I like your eyes.
no kidding.
no I'm not naked, my roommate wouldn't really appreciate that
I am shirtless though, it's hot as hell in these dorms
and thanks. would be nice to see a pic of you too since I can't remember your face, but hey, whatever.
That much is true at least; Josh’s hazy head couldn't remember what Tyler looks like for the life of him.
Why is that? Is he insecure about being a repressed faggot?
[one image attached]
Do you like me, my child?
Josh feels his breath catch as he looks at the picture- Tyler is shirtless from what Josh can tell, tattoos littering his chest and he’s grinning impossibly wide. His eyes crinkle and a dimple forms in his left cheek, but Josh is so transfixed on the shape of his nose that it takes him about a minute to notice that his eyes are brown, like melted chocolate. He’s breathtaking in every sense of the word and it makes Josh’s stomach churn.
It takes him a minute longer to reply.
ha ha, no, he's just.... very confusing. it's none of your business anyway.
eh, you're alright I guess.. daddy
lol
Josh makes terrible, terrible jokes when he’s nervous and now that he knows the guy he’s texting is hot, his anxiety creeps up on him, gripping at his skin painfully obvious as though it’s asking him to pay attention to it.
Maybe he’s a catfish- Josh holds onto this idea for dear life.
I am not alright, I am fucking handsome just admit it.
got an ego huh, pretty boy?
It happens when you're known as the 'weird introvert'. Do you have any idea how much pussy I get?
Just for my accent?
With a purse of his lips, he considers not answering him at all. He’s typing the message before he can even think of not doing it; the opportunity to taunt Tyler right back seeming too sweet to pass up.
ooooh, you're one of THOSE
Of 'those'?
a dude who's gotta fuck girls to pretend he's less gay, hm. must be fun
I'm not saying that I fuck them. But I love to have a following, you know. Little jealous bodyguards.
Little faggot haters.
Ashley hates everyone who's around me. I fucked her some time ago while she was with that quarterback.
One of 'those'. You're so humoristic.
you sure you don't have any stds, bud?
Pretty sure.
I can use a condom if you want.
Is that an invitation? It is.
The heaviness of his eyes makes it hard for him to write his last two messages, but he does it, if only to get some sort of last word in there.
very funny.
what makes you think you'd hypothetically top me?
And with that, he tosses the phone to the side and rolls over, tucking his arm under the pillow and letting sleep consume him.
He wakes up late for class. He should have seen this coming with how late he’d stayed up, but as he grabs his phone and shoves it in his pocket, quickly running to his class, all he can think is the word fuck repeatedly.
There’s nothing worse than walking into class late. The fact that people will be staring at him as he makes his way to a free seat makes him want to skip the class altogether. He can't skip the class though, he’d already skipped twice and if he checks his syllabus he’s sure that three times means a failing grade.
It’s his music theory class too and the uneasiness he feels at the thought of talking to Tyler in person makes him halt his pace for a second.
He gets to class, making his way to a seat without disturbing the professor and takes out his books quietly along with his phone, checking to see if anyone was trying to get in touch with him. Turns out Tyler had the last word last night and his messages make Josh bite back a scoff.
'cause fighting would result in bruises and a series of mental breakdowns for you.
curious however how you said "what makes you think you'd top me" instead of "what makes you think you'd fuck me". You're so easy.
i fall asleep and wake up to a message like this from a dude who thinks he knows everything about me ha
get fucked man, you don't even know me.
All you little gays are like that.
Josh ignores him until his class is dismissed, not wanting to risk getting lectured in front of the class by his prof. Besides, he liked this class enough; he was passionate about music and this class was about as musical as it gets without instruments.
When his prof wishes them a good day, Josh is out of his seat and out the door in record time, hoping to avoid any confrontation from Tyler. His mindset gets cut short when he gets a bunch of messages to his phone.
I skipped class today, did you notice?
Ask me why.
Josh rolls his eyes dramatically, his own paranoia having got the best of him in class when Tyler wasn't even there. In any case, why is Tyler the only person texting him? His friends hadn’t even shot him a thank you for last night text, the assholes.
don't flatter yourself, I didn't notice. but okay, why did you?
None of your business.
HA HA HA
wow, fair play I guess
I want to see your face again
Send me a pic of you.
Josh was about to reply with no, that's creepy, but stops himself because it's only fair that he sends him a picture. After all, when Josh asked Tyler for a pic yesterday, he sent one without questioning him. Tyler probably only remembers him by memory anyway, he might as well help the guy out and clue him in on how he looks.
With a glance around him, he raises his arm and snaps a picture without halting his speed walk. The picture itself makes Josh chuckle; it was blurry, but the unimpressed look shows clearly on his face and it literally defines their entire… friendship? He doesn't know what to label them, but his tattooed arm was in view and his hair was especially bright. His finger hovers over the send button nervously before clicking it.
[one image attached]
there you go.
unimpressed with you
Wow you sure take high quality pictures
I didn't notice that sleeve.
What’s it of?
some of us don't skip classes and have other ones to attend
blurry pics are what you get sorry!
and it's a tree and a sunset type thing. ask me about it in person sometime and I might tell you
How romantic. Faggots are always romantic.
You wanna talk with me now?
You're so gonna fall for me.
Josh only sees the messages when his class ends, a long hour and a half later. He shakes his head, wondering what kind of ego this kid must have to state shit like that out of nowhere to people he doesn't know.
what the fuck.
I've never spoken to you irl
you've got some high hopes man
You didn't notice me enough. Now you're intrigued.
I'm building up the web, my lil boy
God, I'm so funny
Wanna see something cute?
you're weird and texted me out of nowhere, of course I'm intrigued, tyler.
sure
I'm curious to see what your definition of cute is
But I'm cute. Admit that at least.
[one image attached]
The picture is one Tyler’s crotch, the outline of his dick showing in his boxers and Josh bites his lip tentatively. He was not going to start sexting a stranger, he chants in his head.
Where are you?
Jesus Christ.
I’m going to my dorm.
Hmm hmm.
I left something there for you.
okay.....
wait how do you know where I live?
I love how surprised you sound
It’s unsettling, the fact that Tyler knows where he lives. He shouldn't let it get to him, because maybe he’d seen him around, you know, a logical explanation as to how he knows, but he assumes the worst and his assumption leads him to believe he has a fucking stalker.
Great. This is exactly what he needed.
And you know what? What he doesn't expect to find is a fucking rose stabbed to his door with a dagger going right through the middle of it. He brings a hand to cover his mouth in shock, his eyes widening into saucers he’s sure.
The shock doesn't last long before he’s pulling the dagger out from his door and holding onto the battered rose tightly, ignoring the dent in his door and hoping his roommate won't notice it either.
you left me a rose and a knife what the hell is wrong with you?
you know what don't answer that
you're so fucking strange I should have seen this coming
You don't sound pleased.
Do you prefer tulips?
I have to get that knife back. Can I come now?
yes tyler come get your fucking knife
don't stab me with it
He tosses his phone and places the knife and rose on his desk, realizing a second too late that he just invited this guy to come get his knife that he could easily kill him with. Was he actually insane?
After spending all morning trying to avoid him, he managed to end up at square one all over again and it was in less than suitable circumstances.
Pacing around the room angrily (because Tyler has some nerve to do this) for no more than 10 minutes, he jumps in his step, startled by the loud knock on the door. Don't let him get to you, Josh tries to pep talk himself as he walks to the door, swinging it open.
Tyler is standing there, a small grin on his face and his eyes full of mischief.
Oh no, he’s not a catfish, he sighs inwardly and lets his eyes run over every inch of Tyler’s body, covered in black jeans and a oversized tank top. He’s gorgeous, astoundingly so that he has to force himself to tear his gaze away from him and to his now-ruined door.
“Your knife is on my desk.” He blurts out, mentally kicking himself at how high his voice comes out before glancing back at Tyler.
“I guess you’re subtly inviting me to join you in your room, aren’t ya?” Tyler clucks his tongue cockily, shoving past Josh and into the room, shoulders banging together in the process.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Josh glares after Tyler’s moving figure.
“Oh, there it is.” Tyler sighs theatrically, slim fingers wrapping around the blade’s handle without hesitation. “It’s a bit dark in here, my fellow homoboy. Don’t you agree?”
Tyler turns to face him, but his eyes are glued to the blade while Josh watches him, expressionless and without any intention of opening any light. He watches as Tyler brings the tip of the blade to his finger, rotating it expertly and Josh is mesmerized by the way it dances around his fingertips.
“What are you up to?” Tyler hums, snapping Josh’s attention back to his face where he was looking at him through long, dark lashes.
He gives off such an innocent, carefree vibe for someone holding a fucking knife. Josh doesn't buy it at all.
“Nothing,” He replies slowly, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “I was just going to study and nap. Why?”
It’s only half a lie really; he was originally supposed to study, but he was mostly probably going to jack off then nap.
“Study?” Tyler gives him a knowing look. “Nah. What about we talk a little?”
“Okay?” Josh starts, but Tyler cuts him off. Bristling in silence, he lets Tyler speak.
“We’ve clearly started off on the wrong foot, yes?” Tyler takes two steps forward, getting closer to Josh. “I’m Tyler.”
Josh snorts, like he didn't already know that. Nevertheless, he pushes himself off the wall and nods.
“I’m Josh.”
“Tell me something I don't know about you. Something no one knows. Something uncomfortable.” Tyler asks as he tosses the knife onto the nearest bed, but it comes out more of a demand. “I want to be your friend, I want to know you better.”
Josh feels the aura of confidence falling off Tyler in waves; it was hard to ignore it. He wonders briefly if this was just how Tyler was naturally or if he was faking it to intimidate him.
“Something uncomfortable, huh? Like what?” Josh steps closer, invading Tyler’s personal bubble and watching his pretty face for any change of emotion. “Like how I totally wouldn't mind fucking you right now?”
His mouth works on it’s own, spitting out taunts and waiting for the shock to settle in on Tyler’s face. It doesn't. Only slightly miffed by this, Josh steps away.
“Your turn, Tyler.”
“My turn?” Tyler muses, a soft smile gracing his lips. It confuses Josh for a second, because it looks so genuine and fond.
He watches him turn toward the bed, no doubt retrieving his knife again and the smile stays on his lips, making his innocence even more known. Josh knows that this guy is anything but innocent and it throws him off until he feels the coolness of the blade pressing against his lower back.
“Get on you knees, Josh.” Tyler murmurs as he rubs the blade against Josh’s skin with a strange and concerning delicacy.
Josh does as he’s told, sinking to his knees gracefully and looking up at Tyler, eyes wide and confused at what the fuck is going on and why it was all of a sudden too hot in the room.
“You’re crazy,” Josh voices out loud. “But it’s kinda hot.”
You’re an idiot, Josh, he chides himself quickly. He obviously has some sort of death wish after that debacle so he leans back on his knees, waiting for Tyler to speak.
Fingers thread through his hair and pull hard enough to have Josh’s neck straining as he looks up at the boy. Tyler doesn't say anything, just watches him calmly and waits for him to figure out what he wants.
“Do you want me to blow you?” Josh stutters, clearing his throat.
The fingers in his pink hair tighten their hold and Josh shifts on his knees to mask his arousal; this was a fucked up thing to be turned on over. Especially as the blade moves up his spine, over his shirt this time, coming to a stop at the back of his neck.
The blade doesn't scare Josh at all and in this situation it really should. Josh doesn't know Tyler; he could be a killer on campus and Josh was just his victim, but even then, this doesn't scare him.
Maybe Josh is a bit fucked up too.
The knife follows the line of his jaw, the touch so soft against his skin he almost closes his eyes.
“Open your mouth.” Tyler demands, the tip of the blade caressing the corner of his mouth before Josh’s tongue is eagerly pressing against it.
He lets his tongue glide over the blade and he’s careful enough to not let his tongue get cut open, but at this point he doesn't care; the cool metal in his mouth and the look Tyler is giving him almost enough to make him moan.
The knife disappears suddenly and he’s being tugged forward by the back of the head, his mouth making contact with Tyler’s hard cock through his jeans.
Josh wasn't one to waste time, especially with one night stands so he quickly lifts his hands to the button of Tyler’s jeans, popping it open before the knock at the door makes him freeze in place.
“Ignore it.” He tells Tyler, his fingers sliding his jeans down his legs easily, his mouth watering at the sight of him straining against his boxers.
Without thinking, he leans forward and starts mouthing at his cock, enjoying the feel of Tyler jerking forward at the friction his mouth was causing as another knock sounds at the door. Josh pulls away, sitting back on his knees.
“Go away!” He calls, annoyed and begins sliding Tyler’s boxers down in one swift motion.
“I should have…” Tyler’s voice trails off as Josh licks up the precome leaking at the head of his dick. “I should have hunt you sooner.”
Josh doesn't know what that means and he doesn't care much about it. The door clicks open and Josh looks up at Tyler who was staring at whoever was at the door, speaking silently to him.
“Let’s see how much of a whore you really are.” He grips at his cock, rubbing it against Josh’s cheek in challenge.
With a scoff, Josh turns to the door to see the traumatized look of his roommate's girlfriend, the disgust written plainly on her face.
This was turning out to be more of an adventure than Josh was expecting, but he wasn't one to turn down getting laid, so he looks back to Tyler with a spiteful smirk resting on his face.
“You think I give a shit if the homophobic bitch watches?” Josh whispers, loud enough for Tyler to hear before he’s smacking his hand away and grabbing the base of his cock, kitten licking the tip again. “You don't know me at all, Tyler.”
He’s not usually like this either; he’s usually more respectable and values himself more, but at this point he’s so aroused he needs to get off before he fucking explodes.
He wraps his lips around Tyler, taking as much of him into his mouth as he can before he’s moving back up and down, his tongue running along the underside of his cock. He licks at the tip, hand jacking what his mouth can't take and Josh almost laughs when he hears a shriek of what the hell, Josh!
“Aw… shut up.” Tyler snaps to the girl before she’s slamming the door shut. “Josh.”
Josh knows he’s good at sucking dick, it definitely isn't news to him, so hearing Tyler moan out his name was music to his ears. He feels Tyler twitch in his mouth and he picks up his pace.
“You make me sick.” Tyler spits out and moves away from Josh, his dick slipping out of his mouth. “I’d rather stay clean of the diseases you must have.”
Josh sits back, lips red and swollen and most of all confused. Tyler wanted this just as bad as he did so what the fuck? He continues watching Tyler slip back into his clothes, his heart hammering in his chest as he gets up and grabs his arm before he can slip through the door.
“You’re the one who messaged me,” He growls, watching Tyler’s face for any sign of emotion, but it’s blank, emotionless. It frustrates Josh enough to continue talking, his words as sharp as Tyler's knife. “Don't talk about diseases when I’m sure you have as many as you think I do.”
Then just like that, Tyler shrugs his arm off and is out the door without another word.
What the fuck just happened?