TITLE: sing me pretty words
BY: Pollarize on AO3
SUMMARY: "How big is your dick?"
This is on the more on funny side than the smut side. It's also long just like Josh's dick so be prepared.
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School really sucked.
It was Tyler's first year of college and he really wasn't sure what he thought of it yet. His parents had raised him and homeschooled him his whole life. Something about their Christian values and how public school was full of bad people. Tyler agreed. He'd heard about drugs and all sorts of things.
Of course, even them sheltering him the way they did, didn't really stop him from becoming one of those people they feared. Maybe minus the drugs, he didn't go out and make friends so he had no way to get them (but he sure as hell wanted to try). He did have internet though. Which also meant, porn. He was sneaky about it, making sure that his parents never caught him with his hand on his dick or the moans of men and women in his ears.
Overtime though, he realized that it was harder and harder for him to get, well, hard. He tried watching the way the woman moved in the movies, tried to get himself to like the way her boobs bounced as the guy fucked into her. He'd watch her face, watch as she moaned loudly and he'd purposefully rub his thumb over the slit, his own moan matching hers.
He'd read something about associating good feelings with whatever they were supposed to like. Unfortunately it wasn't working. Most of the time his eyes would drift from her face to where the guy was between her legs, pumping in and out of her hard. He'd watch closely as the guy would pull out and jack himself off a few times before coming on her chest. It was then that he'd tense up and come, not even able to jack himself through it because it was so, so good way too fast.
He found gay porn after that and tried it. He wouldn't admit it to himself yet because he was trying so hard to stay straight, didn't want to have to tell his parents that they'd raised an 'abomination' under their roof. It wasn't a conversation he could picture going over well.
So he didn't say anything as he clicked on a link. This was just an experiment, really, but it did it's job pretty quick. Tyler watched as they groped each other, deep voices moaning praise and orders and one of them was begging. Tyler's hand was on his dick so fast that he was starting to realize that girls didn't do this to him. He never felt that dire need to fuck into his hand when he watched girls. Now though? Boy, he couldn't make it feel good enough fast enough.
As he was letting out a strangled moan, the feeling of warm and sticky come covering his hand and chest, he realized that he couldn't really deny it anymore.
"Yep," he said to the open air, reaching over and shutting his laptop, "Definitely gay."
And so that's how he ended up on the subway, sitting with his bag over his lap and his eyes drifting to the insanely hot boy to his left that had bright blue hair. He had stubble on his chin and cheeks that Tyler wanted to experience. He'd had his first kiss and had kissed a few people but that was when he was younger. Girls with soft faces and boys who weren't quite old enough to have a beard. No, this was a new thing and he wanted so damn bad. He could almost imagine the way it would scratch at his cheeks, at his stomach as the guy kissed and bit his way down Tyler's body.
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Those lips, too. He could picture the way they'd look around his cock, eyes closed and his tongue so damn good.
His hair was already plenty messy, not taking much energy to imagine what it would look like with his hand in it. Tyler wanted to pull on it and feel it and he just wanted. This was all why his bag was on his lap because it was hard not to get turned on when the beautiful boy he was staring at stared back. It was hard when that boy smirked and looked away, almost like he knew exactly what was going through Tyler's head.
It was a bad, bad situation for Tyler currently and he needed to get off.
Subway, I meant the subway , he had to remind himself, forcing him not to think of finishing in the guy's mouth.
He let out a groan and tipped his head back, letting it thump against the wall. He could feel eyes on him from people around him and he didn't dare look up, not until he had calmed himself down and could form a thought without it being about sex.
It took him a good eleven minutes before he lowered his head and looked back over to the boy. He caught the boy staring, that same smirk on his face. Tyler felt his face heat up and he was trying so hard to keep those thoughts out of his head. But then the person sitting next to his ( Not yours, Tyler, stop thinking that ) boy got up and left the subway, leaving an empty spot. The blue-haired boy's eyes drifted to the seat next to him and then back up to Tyler. It was almost like he was silently asking for Tyler to move over there. He had that smirk on his face again as he turned his head away to look in the other direction. Tyler wanted to scream.
His body acted of its own accord, standing and walking over to where the guy sat. He kept his bag in front of him as he turned and sat down, his arm brushing against the guys. They made eye contact and Tyler was shocked. Up close, he was millions of times better. Eyes that made him swoon and it wasn't just stubble, it was a beard growing in.
So when the guy said hey, a gravelly voice that Tyler was already in love with, it wasn't his fault that his brain short circuited. It wasn't his fault that he had no brain to mouth filter and that he really wasn't good with people. Blame his parents for his lack of social skills.
It really wasn't his fault that what he said came out.
"How big is your dick?" He asked, his eyes flickering between the guys eyes and his lips.
"Well, that's a first," the guy said and Tyler's eyes grew wide. He was so damn ashamed at what he said, unable to believe that he would fuck up that badly and say something so damn stupid.
"Shit, no, I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry. I really don't, I never am like this, okay? Please believe me, I," but he has no excuse really because yes, he really was thinking that and worse. He stopped his half-assed apology when the guy laughed, his eyes half lidded like he was actually interested in Tyler. He leaned in, lips brushing at Tyler's ear and sending a shiver down his spine.
"I guess you'll have to find out, hm?" He asked and Tyler had no words.
It was a silent ride after that and Tyler had to admit, he really liked when people were handsy with him. As much of a sheltered child as he was, it felt nice. He'd found out that the guy's name was Josh and that was about all of the conversation they'd had before his hand wound up on Tyler's thigh. He would squeeze his hand every once in awhile, hard enough that it made Tyler squirm in his seat. They were getting some nasty looks from other people but Tyler couldn't find it in himself to care. The hand was warm and he was hard and it felt so nice. Sometimes Josh's thumb would stroke along his thigh, getting dangerously close to where Tyler was hard and struggling.
