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Things are escalating quickly in josh's bed. His lover, Tyler, is laid back on the blue sheets groaning as josh trails kisses down his jaw and neck.
“Can I take this off?” Josh asks, tugging at his T-shirt. Tyler nods and kisses him quickly before letting him remove his shirt. Josh admires the tattoo on his chest and mouths at one of his nipples causing Tyler to arch his back from the sensation.
His eyes are shut tight, reveling in the feeling of Josh clutching at his sides softly. And then Josh grinds his hips into Tyler’s.
They’ve never gotten this far before, Josh never wants this to stop hearing the soft sighs falling form Tyler’s pretty lips.
“Let's get these off, sweetheart.” He moans, motioning to Tyler’s jeans.
“W-wait. Just get me off like this.” His voice becomes shaky as he arches up into Josh. He covers his eyes with his arm as Josh thrust against him again.
“Baby, hey, look at me.” He tries to bring his arm down away from his face but Tyler wasn’t having it.
“No, just- please- don’t stop.” Josh can tell Tyler is crying softly now. He stops his movements much to Tyler’s protesting.
“Ty, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Tyler cries harder, face turning impossibly red with both arousal and fear. Josh know he has a tendency to become emotional during sexual situations but this is different.
“You can’t find out, you can’t find out-“ Tyler chants to himself, he sits up, brings his knees to his chest, and sobs.
“Honey, what are you talking about?” Josh asks, concerned about his boyfriend.
“Please don’t make me say it- you’ll think I’m a freak.” He keeps his eyes shut tight, tears falling like a leaking faucet.
“Ty, look at me, please-” Josh cradles the side of his face with his hand, and coaxes him to open his eyes.
“Tyler, no matter what it is we can work through it. Was I going too fast?”
His eyes finally open and he’s calmed down a bit now. “No. It’s just- this is so hard to say...”
“But you are so brave. Can you tell me, please?” Josh rubs at Tyler’s clothed knee in an attempt to make him feel grounded and safe.
Tyler takes a deep breath and begins, “The scars, Josh, the fucking scars. There’s so many of them.”
“What scars? Who hurt you?” Josh’s heart drops at the thought of someone hurting his baby.
“I did.” He says, voice small.
He sighs and starts unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls them down slowly, shutting his eyes. He gets them down, stopping just above his knees. And then it clicks. Oh.
The lines are white, pearlescent almost. Some big, some small. Sporadically placed, starting on his upper thigh.
“Oh, ty-“ He leans forward, pulling Tyler into a hug gently, afraid of breaking the boy. Josh lets a tear of his own slip as he rubs at Tyler’s scalp soothingly.
“I’m sorry.” He cries and Josh’s heart breaks.
“It’s okay, ty, don’t be sorry.” He hugs him tighter.
They stay like that for a little while, no words exchanged between them, just Josh running his hands through Tyler’s brown locks, and Ty’s hands are clenching at the back of Josh’s shirt.
Eventually, they’ve both stopped crying. Tyler whines when Josh pulls back. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Not right now- if that’s okay.” His voice is barely above a whisper
“Of course that’s okay, sweetheart.” Josh gives him a reassuring smile.
“Can we sleep now? M’ tired.” Ty clings onto Josh once again, shutting his eyes again, but softer than before.
“Absolutely.”