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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Twenty_One_Pilots
  Relationship:
      Josh_Dun/Tyler_Joseph
  Character:
      Josh_Dun, Tyler_Joseph
  Series:
      Part 6 of tumblr_prompts
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-22 Words: 3844
****** show me what you're made of ******
by joshlersins_(orphan_account)
Summary
     anonymous asked: "can you do like a part 2 of the phone sex one you
     just did? like when Tyler goes over to Josh’s?“
Notes
     "thats not the only thing with wood" - taylor 2k16
     someone stop her
     shoutout to taylor again for being my editor, beta reader, and the
     coolest sinner i know
     i probably wouldn't have done any of this without her tbh ok
See the end of the work for more notes
“you were in the bathroom for a while, tyler,” is the first thing out of his
mother’s mouth the second he begins to take his seat back at the dinner table.
“everything alright?”
maddie giggles next to him, clapping a hand over her mouth at her mother’s gaze
turning onto her.
“everything’s fine,” tyler replies, forcing a cheerful smile onto his face. he
pokes at what’s left at his pork chop quietly, suddenly at a loss of appetite.
fortunately, she doesn’t press the issue any further as she pushes her chair
away from the table.
“you’re on dishes, jay,” she chirps before briskly turning and exiting the
room.
tyler’s phone buzzes in his pocket but he doesn’t dare look at it.
he can feel eyes burning holes in the side of his head. he looks toward his
younger brother, who’s staring at him with something akin to awe fixed on his
face.
“what were you doing in the bathroom, ty?” jay quips once he looks at him,
smirking mischievously.
“important stuff,” tyler mumbles back, discreetly flipping jay the finger
underneath the table before turning toward his father. “can i stay the night at
josh’s? we have a project due on tuesday.”
and it’s a little surprising how fluently that lie slips off his tongue, but
he’s been lying about a lot of things lately. especially things involving josh.
“it’s a school night,” his father reminds, as if tyler could possibly ever
forget.
“josh says he’ll drive us in the morning.”
a quiet pause. tyler swears he can feel jay’s gaze switching from the back of
his head to the front of their fathers. “alright,” he decides eventually. “just
don’t stay up too late.”
tyler doubts he’ll be sleeping at all, but he flashes him his most winning
smile. “okay,” he agrees quickly.
“wait,” jay interjects, narrowing his eyes at tyler when he whips around to
face him. “i never get to stay the night anywhere on school nights.”
“it’s just josh,” his father responds, sounding bored. “what could go wrong?
have fun, ty.”
a lot of things, tyler’s mind taunts. he pushes away his own negativity,
shooting jay the smuggest look he can before nearly toppling out of his chair,
hand already fishing around in his pocket. it shows one new text from josh.
joy.
josh: can’t wait to see you
and, just to be bratty, tyler neglects to respond.
                                       +
“hey, you look good.”
tyler rolls his eyes at josh’s bulky frame leaning through the partially-opened
door. “thanks. you gonna let me in?”
“yeah. just a sec.” josh peers around his shoulder, looking at tyler’s father
in their car. “bye, chris!” he shouts, and tyler cringes from the close
proximity.
“it’s mr. joseph, josh,” he calls back, despite how many times he’s told josh
that before. the window rolls back up, the car backs out of the driveway and
down the road, severing their connection.
“let me in,” tyler whines. he’s about two seconds away from stomping his feet
like a three year old. “it’s cold out here. please.”
“do you just not learn or something?” josh mumbles, mood instantly shifting as
he grabs at the collar of tyler’s shirt and lifts it up against his throat.
“you don’t tell me what to do.”
tyler can feel himself already getting hard so fast his vision begins swimming.
“if you’d just let me inside,” he mumbles, glaring right back into josh’s
steadily turning furious gaze, “you can tell me what to do all you like.”
a brief second passes between them, filled only by the sound of tyler’s throat
clicking as he swallows because he knows he’s fucked. if only he’d just keep
his mouth shut sometimes.
that nice second is interrupted by josh yanking roughly on the collar of his
shirt and dragging him inside. the loud sound of his shirt ripping straight
down the seam tears through the air and he narrows his eyes, glancing at his
shirt first before staring josh down in annoyance. “i liked this shirt,” he
grumbles, pushing at josh’s chest. “you better fucking buy me a new one.”
tyler barely registers anything more before his back is being slammed up hard
against the wood of the door, knocking him breathless. there’s a dull ache of
pain coursing up his spine but it’s unmatchable by josh’s hands around his
throat, holding him up against the door and cutting off his air supply.
“are you done misbehaving?” josh growls, tightening his fingers around the soft
flesh of tyler’s neck. he lessens up on his hold just a bit, and tyler greedily
gasps in the fresh bout of air as quick as possible, lungs burning with fire.
he narrows his gaze, running his fingers up and down josh’s sides. “fuck you,”
he whispers, tone dripping with venom, watching josh’s eyes flash with anger
for a hot second. it’s brief and joyous for tyler but it doesn’t last nearly
long enough for him to be satisfied before he’s being spun around in josh’s
hands and shoved up against the door.
tyler twists his head to the side fast enough to avoid his nose being smashed
and possibly broken against the wood; the side of his face slams against it
with a searing ache of pain and a loud crash, the rest of his body following
suit. he doesn’t have even a second to readjust himself before josh is cramming
up against him, pinning tyler’s hands above his head and grinding against him
roughly.
“i don’t know where you get off thinking you can talk to me like that,” josh
mumbles, lips against the shell of tyler’s ear, breath hot and heavy against
his skin. tyler squirms underneath him, only succeeding in getting himself
pressed even closer to the door. “hm, bitch? who do you belong to?”
josh bites his earlobe before pulling his head back slightly, releasing one of
tyler’s hands and immediately going to thread his fingers through his hair.
“tell me,” he mumbles, yanking back on the grip he has in his hair and pressing
his lips back to his ear.
eyes squeezed closed against the pain ripping at his scalp and the crick in his
neck, tyler grits his teeth and whispers, “yours.”
josh huffs against the skin of his throat, pausing to nip his jaw, the graze of
his teeth softer than the tone of his voice. “i can’t hear you.”
“i’m yours,” tyler mumbles, voice a little louder, rougher.
“louder, bitch. don’t make me say it again.”
tyler whimpers, flexing the hand above his head and pressing back against
josh’s chest. “i’m yours,” he whines, voice breaking just slightly. “yours and
only yours, daddy.”
“that wasn’t so bad, was it?” josh mutters rhetorically, tugging at tyler’s
hair once more before releasing his grip. he presses his now-free hand between
tyler’s chest and the door, pulling the hem of his shirt up and fumbling with
the button on his jeans. he’s gotten pretty good at undoing things with one
hand, if he’s honest, and it takes about three seconds before josh’s hand is
shoved in tyler’s boxers. “want me to touch you?”
tyler nods as frantically as his position will allow him, face still pressed
against the door.
“beg.”
he half wants to snap at josh again, but he knows all too well being a brat
gets him nowhere. “please,” he mumbles, voice cracking; he clears his throat
and squeezes his eyes shut, grinding back against josh in desperation. “please,
daddy, touch me – i need you, need you to touch me, i promise i’ll be a good
boy, please –“
josh shushes him, and tyler’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click. “you’re so
bad sometimes, ty,” josh murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple and nosing
along the line of his jaw. “aren’t you?”
“mhm,” tyler agrees immediately, arching into josh’s touch. “so bad, daddy. so,
so bad.”
“i’m not gonna touch you.” just as he says, josh is pulling his hand out of
tyler’s boxers, ignoring his agonized whine and pinning him harder up against
the door as he tries to wiggle out of josh’s grasp. “you don’t deserve it.”
“daddy –“ tyler begins mumbling, but josh sinks his teeth into the exposed skin
over the torn collar of his shirt, effectively cutting off whatever words he
was trying to get out.
“get on your knees, sugar.”
josh backs up enough for tyler to pull himself away from the door and turn
around, sinking to his knees without a second thought. he rubs at the irritated
skin of his bruised cheek, glaring up at josh from his new position on the
floor.
and josh thinks for half a second he might have to tell tyler what to do,
despite them having been in this situation more times than he can count on two
hands. but, tyler lowers his eyes and grips at josh’s hips, tugging him forward
ever so slightly and leaning in.
“that’s a good boy,” josh mumbles, placing one hand against the door and
weaving the other through tyler’s hair. tyler smiles softly to himself, lips
brushing the fabric of josh’s jeans. reaching up, he pops open the button and
undoes the zipper, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband.
slowly, tyler drags his jeans down over his hips, laughing breathlessly as
josh’s hand tightens in his hair. he leans in, tracing his lips up the outline
of josh’s cock through his tented boxers.
“tyler.” the tone of josh’s voice makes him stiffen, motions freezing. he
raises his eyes up to josh’s leisurely, mouthing around the fabric just to
watch him struggle to continue.
he pulls back, relaxing onto his knees and batting his eyelashes, playing up
his innocence. “yes?”
josh unwraps his fingers from tyler’s hair, curling them around his jaw instead
and pressing his thumb to tyler’s bottom lip. “you look better with your lips
around my cock, babe.”
he smiles, and tyler sighs, flicking his tongue out against the pad of josh’s
thumb. “what do you think?” josh mumbles, voice low, before returning his hand
back to tyler’s hair.
“whatever you want, daddy,” tyler whispers back, hands moving to josh’s hips
and shuffling his boxers down enough to free his cock. he wraps a heavy hand
around the base and pulls a quick, dry stroke, kissing the leaking head.
tyler rolls his thumb over the tip and drags pre-come down his length, slicking
up his movements. he lifts his gaze up from his hand wrapped around josh’s cock
to his face; his forehead is pressed against the door, chest rising and falling
hastily underneath his t-shirt, eyes nearly black in the dimming light of the
room.
he leans in close enough that josh can feel his hot breath wash over his skin,
stroking him again while lifting his lips to the head of his cock. he swirls
his tongue around the tip and licks up the slit before diving in, sucking the
rest of the head into his mouth. josh’s mouth falls open with a trembling sigh,
wringing tyler’s hair through his fingers and bucking his hips up further past
his lips.
tyler takes it without so much as a moan, shooting josh a nasty glare. he fists
the base of josh’s cock, resuming swallowing and humming around the tip, tongue
working the underside. josh grips harder at tyler’s hair, rocking his hips
forward into the wet heat of his mouth. “you look so good, baby,” he mutters,
and tyler flushes, tilting his chin up slightly to meet josh’s eyes. “you’re
doing so good.” tyler blinks at him appreciatively, swallowing around his dick
and taking him further.
josh’s head tips back, gasping out broken-off moans and fucking into tyler’s
mouth. tyler hums, bobbing his head until his nose hits the soft fabric of his
t-shirt. suddenly, the hand in his hair is a lot tighter and he’s forcefully
tugged back and off of josh’s dick.
he clears his throat, wiping his mouth off with his hand and gazing up at josh.
his chest is heaving, mouth halfway open as he pants and tries to collect
himself. “c’mere,” he mumbles, tucking himself back into his boxers and
gesturing to tyler with a hand.
tyler pulls himself up off of the floor, allowing josh to press him against the
door and blinking at him earnestly.
“still wanna fuck you,” he mumbles, kissing up tyler’s throat. “take your shirt
off.”
tyler complies, sliding it over his head and casting it an estranged glance as
he throws it to the floor. josh makes a mental note to buy him a new one later.
he glides his palms up tyler’s exposed sides, burying his face against the side
of his throat and beginning to nip at his skin.
“you’re being really good,” josh whispers, biting at his adam’s apple as it
bobs underneath his skin. he slides his hand down tyler’s side and reaches
between them, cupping tyler’s cock through his jeans and rolling his palm
generously. tyler eagerly rocks his hips up against his hand, leaning the side
of his head against josh’s and whining next to his ear. “want me to fuck you,
sugar?”
tyler nods, tucking his head into josh’s shoulder and mouthing at every bit of
exposed skin he can reach, throwing his arms around his shoulders. “please,
daddy,” he whimpers, voice hoarse, hips still rolling hard up against josh’s
hand. “i’ve been such a good boy, daddy, please.”
josh chuckles, pressing his palm flat against tyler’s aching cock and sucking
at the skin stretched over his collarbone. he pulls back, grazing his teeth
over the bone and whispers between the inch of space between tyler’s skin and
josh’s lips, “beg for me, baby, i know you have it in you.”
his hands move down to tyler’s hips and around to the soft flesh of his ass,
covered by his jeans. “beg or i won’t fucking touch you for the rest of the
night,” josh mumbles when tyler’s mouth doesn’t move fast enough, gripping at
his ass and pressing a kiss to the dip of his collarbone. he shoves their hips
together and tyler’s mind blanks for a hot moment, blunt nails digging into
josh’s covered shoulders.
tyler babbles incoherently, nosing up the column of josh’s neck and whimpering
against his skin. “daddy, oh god, i want you so bad – want your cock, daddy,
fuck, i need you inside me so bad –“
“there you go,” josh laughs, voice dripping with pride. “there’s my baby boy.
desperate, huh, sugar? you’d probably love it if i slammed you up against the
table and fucked you right there.”
he whimpers, mouthing against josh’s throat and nodding frantically. “please,
daddy, use me, fuck me ‘till i can’t walk.”
josh groans, grinding nice and slow up against tyler and digging his fingers
harder against his ass. he lifts tyler up and his legs immediately lock around
josh’s waist, hands clutching at his shoulders. fumbling with tyler in his
arms, josh stumbles to the next room and slams him down against the nearest
flat surface he can get to quick enough; the dining room table, which creaks
underneath the sudden weight being dropped on it.
tyler’s back arches up away from the table in pain as he lands on it,
momentarily stunned, breath sizzling out between his teeth in a sharp hiss.
josh shoves his shoulders down against the table before clutching at his hips,
dragging him toward his hips and rutting firmly against his ass without rhythm.
“tell me what you want,” he demands, digging his nails into the skin of tyler’s
hips and coming to a slow, rough grind.
an echo of pain runs up tyler’s spine as he adjusts himself, trying to meet
josh’s hips with his own, legs wrapping around his waist. “just fuck me,
daddy,” he whines, craning his neck against the table and dragging his hands
through his sweat-matted hair. “god, please, daddy, just fuck me –“
the desperation in that single ‘daddy’ has josh yanking away, hands ripping at
tyler’s jeans until they fall to the floor at his feet. he claws at his boxers,
hastily reaching out and pumping tyler’s cock once to give him some sort of
relief; the sound that rips out of his throat, scratchy and high-pitched, goes
straight to josh’s dick.
lifting his free hand to tyler’s lips, he presses two fingers into his mouth
and mumbles, “suck.”
tyler eagerly obeys, laving them up like it was his only purpose on earth,
moaning and sighing. josh stares in awe before collecting himself enough to
retract his hand, lifting up tyler’s thigh with his clean hand and pressing
against his entrance. he traces it, just to hear the sound tyler makes, before
sinking it in without warning.
he makes a noise so broken and loud that josh is worried that the entirety of
his whole street would be knocking at his door, telling them to quiet down. he
thrusts, quick and deep, not giving tyler any time for adjustment before
shoving a second finger in; tyler mewls, burying his red, sweat-slick face in
his hands to drown out some of his moaning. his plan is ultimately futile once
josh curves his fingers, seeking out his prostate and successfully rubbing up
against it, groaning and writhing underneath him.
“i’m ready, oh, fuck, daddy, i’m ready,” tyler cries out, sinking his teeth
into the palm of his hand hard enough to draw out a trickle of blood. “please –
just fuck me already, oh my god –“
josh huffs a chuckle, curling his fingers again and purposefully rubbing his
prostate again. tyler squeals, biting harder down into his hand, holding back a
multitude of curses. “you sure, sugar?” josh teases, thrusting in a few more
times. “you look so fucking gorgeous, ty. you’re always so good for me, huh,
baby boy?”
tyler nods frantically, throwing his head back and tugging his bloody, bitten
hand out of his mouth. “oh, god, please, daddy, it hurts so much, i need you
inside me –“
“well, baby, you’re lucky i can’t wait anymore,” josh rasps out, withdrawing
his fingers and shoving his unzipped jeans off of his hips. he wraps his hand
around his own cock, stroking himself gingerly a few times before pushing
tyler’s thighs apart. aligning himself, he sinks in up to the hilt in one
smooth thrust, tyler clenching around him and nearly sobbing underneath him.
his hands find their way to tyler’s shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin
there as he pulls his hips nearly all the way out and shoving himself back in
without hesitation. he builds up a merciless rhythm, thrusting in and out with
the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
he rides tyler with every ounce of energy he can gather, grabbing at his
shoulders in time with his thrusts. tyler’s throat is so hoarse he can barely
make a noise above a scratchy, tiny moan every now and then, but he squirms and
arches his back off of the table, legs tight around josh’s waist.
the familiar ache and heat coils in the pit of his stomach and he can barely
manage to squeak out josh’s name before he’s coming untouched all over his
stomach, head tossed back and back completely arched off of the table. he
clenches around josh’s cock once more, and josh manages a few more steady,
heaving thrusts before he’s crying out, chin tilted toward his chest and
shoulders quaking as he rocks into tyler’s spent body.
when the aftershocks subsided enough for josh to lift his head up, tyler was
laying on the table underneath him, chest heaving, face fixed in a nasty glare.
“get your dick out of me,” he rasps immediately, voice completely ruined, and
josh obliges, reveling in tyler’s hiss of pain.
“you did really good,” josh praises, shooting him a smile. tyler wants to choke
him, but he knows all too well josh gets off on hands around his throat.
“fuck you.”
“already did, honey.”
he’s laughing as he walks away, in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.
tyler continues to lay on the table, staring at the ceiling with every single
limb in his body aching in a different way. worth it, though. it’s always worth
it.
in the distance, he can hear water running and then josh’s quiet footsteps
padding back towards the table.
“want me to carry you?” he asks, gently placing a hand on tyler’s knee. “i’m
sorry.”
tyler huffs a laugh, stretching his arms out in josh’s general direction. “your
fault,” he pouts as josh’s arms wrap around his waist, gently lifting him up.
“i could be having a really nice time with my family reading the bible or
something if it wasn’t for you.”
“because the bible’s better than getting fucked into a table,” josh huffs next
to his ear, and tyler hooks his legs around his hips, nuzzling into the skin of
his neck.
“you’ve corrupted me, joshua dun.” despite the bitterness in his tone, he
kisses josh’s cheek as he walks them into the bathroom, both of them suddenly
bathed in the yellow glow of fluorescent light bulbs.
“can you stand?” josh asks, hands warm and gentle on tyler’s lower back.
“yeah.” he stumbles his way out of josh’s arms with a quiet wince of
discomfort.
“sorry,” josh apologizes again, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“worth it,” tyler snickers.
josh rolls his eyes and climbs into the tub, surrounding himself in the steam
and bubbles before gesturing for tyler. he follows, crawling in and settling
between his legs, back pressed to josh’s chest.
“bubble bath?” tyler questions, even though it’s rather obvious as he wades his
arms through them. josh’s hands press against his bruised hips, rubbing soft
circles into his skin and pressing kiss after kiss to the back of his neck.
“it’s relaxing,” josh defends. he releases tyler’s hips and cups his hand in
the water, watching the bubbles flow into his palms before pressing them up to
his face, smoothing them over his cheeks and chin.
tyler twists himself around to look, despite the ache in his spine, bubbling
over into affectionate laughter. “i like your beard,” he mumbles, turning
himself fully around and pressing his hands to josh’s chest. “you should grow
an actual one.”
he leans in and kisses josh, soft and sweet.
josh is frowning as he pulls away. “ty, you fucked up my beard,” he mumbles,
sounding dejected, pressing more of the bubbles to his face.
“sorry,” tyler mumbles, even though he’s not, curling up against josh’s broad
chest. warm water seeps over his skin and seemingly soaks into his bones,
dulling his pain for the meantime. “i don’t know how i’m supposed to explain
all these bruises to my mom.”
“dodgeball,” josh says simply, lips quirking up into a smile. “we played
dodgeball. i won.”
tyler laughs. “what makes you think you would win?”
josh breaks into a yawn, wrapping tyler up into a hug. “you’d let me win.”
he melts against josh, kissing his jaw. “you’re probably right.”
End Notes
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     how tyler explains all his weird bruises: dodgeball
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