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"I'm not sure, man," Tyler said, leaning back into the couch cushion.
"Trust me, it'll be worth it." Josh held out the bottle, condensation visible on the brown glass.
"Won't I get in trouble?"
Josh laughed. "Dude, you're nineteen. You're an adult, nobody's gonna care."
He sat up straighter, fingers twisting the steel cap to release a cool hiss. "How about this. I try some, you try some," he said before smiling dumbly. "I can be poison control." Tyler sunk even further into the couch.
He didn't like this.
Still, when all is said and done, he trusted Josh.
"Okay. Go ahead."
Josh smiled, holding the bottle up to his lips. He barely has to tip his head back, eventually pulling the glass away with the smallest hint of a grimace.
"Alright," he said, holding his hand out to Tyler. "Your turn."
He passed the bottle over to Tyler with that signature Josh Dun smile.
"I have to warn you, though," he said, "it'll taste awful at first. But it's cold, so that helps."
"I know how beer works, Josh," Tyler answered, not missing the eye roll Josh gives in response. He looked down at the bottle in hand, suddenly second-guessing his agreement. "Where did you even get this?"
"Nicked a few from a friend."
He paused.
"You're stalling."
"Am not."
"Then drink. It's getting warm."
Giving up, Tyler held the glass to his mouth. He barely managed a sip before the bitterness hit, and he pulled it away, frowning. He heard Josh laugh, and felt his face get warm at his timidness.
"Come on, man, it's not that bad," he said, moving closer to Tyler on the couch. He grabbed the bottle from Tyler's hand, reaching up to gently hold Tyler's chin in his fingers.
"C'mon. Open." He moved the bottle back to Tyler's lips. Tyler hesitated, but eventually lifted his head to meet the liquid. He could feel Josh's eyes on him, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed with every swallow.
It tasted awful, the cold only sending a chill through him rather than helping to mask the bitterness. He lifted his chin high, signaling for Josh to pull back, but he didn't move, instead seemingly tightening his grip on his chin. Tyler's brow furrowed as his eyes squeezed shut.
Just when he thought he was going to start choking, Josh finally retreated. Tyler coughed when he could finally breathe again.
"Impressive. That was most of the bottle," Josh said, holding the bottle upside-down to demonstrate its emptiness. He barely registered Josh's words—he felt gross, the static of the carbonation still lacing his throat, and he didn't notice Josh leaning over to grab another bottle.
He was brought back to reality when he felt Josh shift his position, now sitting on Tyler's lap, effectively caging him in against the cushion of the couch. He felt that same warm hand cupping his face, and the cold glass of a second bottle against his lips.
He drank, the cold liquid stinging his throat as Josh held the bottle pressed to his mouth. He tipped the glass away, allowing Tyler to take a quick breath before resuming his position.
"There we go," he heard Josh mutter as he swallowed the last remaining sip. Josh screwed the cap back on before letting the bottle fall haphazardly to the floor. He moved his hand from Tyler's chin to his cheek, tilting his face to look at him.
Tyler's eyes looked all over Josh's face—his lips, his nose, his ears—before finally meeting his eyes. Josh smiled, and Tyler lazily returned the expression. He leaned forward, capturing Josh's lips in his own.
Josh's free hand moved up his chest, his collarbone, before settling on the back of Tyler's head, gently playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
He felt Tyler's tongue poking at his lip, quietly requesting access. He opened his mouth wider, tasting the alcohol on Tyler's tongue. He shifted, moving even closer against Tyler's body, who gasped at the pressure.
His arms wrapped around Josh's waist, hands clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. Josh removed his hand from the side of Tyler's face, breaking the kiss to lean over and grab a third bottle from the next cushion over.
"Another one?" Tyler whined, his words ever-so-slightly slurring together. Josh ignored him, instead focusing on twisting off the cap off of the bottle and bringing it back to Tyler's mouth, this time using a gentle grip on the back of Tyler's neck to guide his head back.
He drank more enthusiastically this time, seemingly warmed up from his previous two drinks.
"That's it," Josh cooed. "Drink for me, hun." His voice floated around Tyler's head, grounding him in the present. He didn't even notice that Josh had stopped drinking, seemingly focused on Tyler's consumption alone.
He felt good. He sighed contently when his lips broke contact with the glass, Josh once again leaving the bottle to roll on the floor. He pressed his lips to the side of Tyler's neck, peppering kisses on the warm skin. Tyler let out a huff, smiling, one hand reaching into Josh's curls to hold him gently.
Josh traveled up his neck to his ear, sending a shiver running down Tyler's spine.
"How do you feel?" Josh asked, his breath hot against Tyler's skin.
"Nice. Real nice," Tyler slurred in response. Josh hummed, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.
"Wanna make you feel good, Ty. Can I do that? Please?" he asked, rolling his hips down. Tyler inhaled sharply, feeling heat pool in his stomach.
Still, he hesitated.
"I-" he breathed. "I don't- I don't wanna. Not like this."
"It's okay, baby. You can trust me, remember?"
Through the fuzz, Tyler could feel himself nodding.
"That's it, Tyler. Let me make you feel good," Josh said. He removed himself from Tyler's lap, instead positioning himself on the floor in between his legs. He sat up on his knees, hands reaching up to the waistband of Tyler's sweatpants.
"Up," Josh commanded. Tyler obliged as best as he could, lazily lifting his hips for Josh to tug down the fabric of his pants and boxers in one smooth motion. It took him a moment to fully realize how exposed he was, and he felt a wave of heat run through his body. He buried himself impossibly further into the cushion, arms limp at his side and his eyes bearing into the ceiling.
He didn't like this.
"Josh."
Josh didn't answer, instead moving his hands from Tyler's thighs up to his waist, then back down to hold onto his hips.
"Josh," he whined, more direct this time. "I don't- stop. Please."
"Shh," Josh hushed him gently, moving one hand down to Tyler's inner thigh. Tyler felt like he wanted to cry. He felt Josh's fingers move smoothly through his folds, and he whimpered at the sensation.
"See? It's okay, Ty," Josh purred, easily sliding one finger into his heat.
He wanted to scream, push Josh away from him, anything to make him quit, but his body wouldn't let him. His head weighed a million pounds, and he could barely move his arms.
He barely felt Josh adding a second finger until his hips jumped on their own accord when he bent the digits deep inside him, forcing a sob-like moan out from his throat.
Josh hummed, extending his thumb to provide pressure on his dick, rubbing experimentally. Tyler squeezed his eyes shut.
He couldn't stop the sob that escaped his lungs when he felt Josh replace his thumb with his mouth, enveloping him in a wet heat that felt so good it hurt.
He was crying now, shoulders shaking as he repeatedly gasped small "no, no, no's" at the feeling. Josh might've added a third finger at some point, but Tyler didn't know nor care. He just wanted it all to be over with.
"Just a little more, hun, you can do it."
He barely heard him. He felt like he was going to pass out.
Tyler's pleads turned into whiny nonsense as he felt that familiar heat curling deep in his stomach, and he could barely stammer out a warning before he was coming on Josh's fingers. They didn't stop moving, even after the aftershocks had ceased, but Tyler had completely given up on trying to stop him at all.
He breathed a sigh of relief when Josh's fingers finally stopped torturing him. He stood up, sitting next to him and positioning Tyler so his head was laying in his lap.
"That's it, baby. You did so good." The praise fell on deaf ears, Tyler already slipping into unconsciousness.