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It had started as a joke. During one of countless long days of rehearsal before the official kick off of Clancy Tour, they'd been working through Lavish. One of them - Tyler didn't even remember who - had looped arms with the other while they rehearsed and they had walked along the stage together, perfectly in step. Shap had laughed uproariously from the sound booth about how it looked like they were walking down the aisle to get married, and the bit had stuck. Not only that, it had morphed and grown into an entire moment that now included Josh tossing a jersey into the pit as a stand-in bouquet.
Everyone loved it. Tyler had barely been able to stop giggling throughout it, and he could feel the same energy radiating off of Josh. Adrenaline carried him through the first show, like it always did, and kept him afloat and operating on high alert through their post-show meeting. It wasn’t until he found himself alone in his dressing room, staring in the mirror at his sweaty reflection, that he allowed himself to think about Josh.
Josh, who Tyler loved more than just about anything in this world. Josh, who had been through every moment of these last thirteen years with him. Josh, who had worked just as hard for this culmination of their story, the biggest show they had ever put on. Why the hell was he alone right now when Josh was just across the hall?
Still in his Clancy shirt, Tyler marched out of his dressing room and across the hall. He didn't bother knocking on Josh's dressing room door, he just pushed it open. Josh was hovering over the food table off to the side of his dressing room, a towel wrapped as low as humanly possible around his hips. He was still dripping from the shower that he must have just gotten out of and looked like he had been about to pick out a decorated cookie that had their logo on it.
"What's up, dude?" Josh asked, taking a step away from the snacks table as Tyler walked right up to him. His painted black hands clasped Josh's bare, wet, shoulders, and he gave the drummer a little shake.
"We did it Josh. We did that.” Tyler’s voice was rushed and breathless. Every thought that had been swarming through his head was suddenly erupting out of his mouth, and he needed to say it all. “We just killed the first night of our show. Of the biggest tour. Of our lives," he said, staring deep into the warm brown eyes that he knew so well. Tyler watched them crinkle as Josh broke into a grin.
"Yeah, dude. We did it," Josh laughed, reaching his hand up and touching Tyler's side. His hand lingered, thumb brushing over ribs.
Tyler took a step in towards him. "We got to do Trees in the middle of the pit, Josh. We did… thirty songs. We got married on stage -" Tyler started to laugh, because it sounded insane, but it is exactly what they'd done.
"We got married on stage," Josh confirmed, and just like that the tone had changed between them. It was the way he had said it, the slight rasp in his voice and the inflection he put on the words. His voice had softened in a way that Tyler was burningly familiar with. He pressed his lips together firmly, sliding his blackened hands from Josh’s shoulders, up his neck. An oily streak of black stretched across Josh’s shoulders, and Josh took in a deep breath in response to his touch.
Tyler’s fingers slid up Josh’s neck until they brushed through wet curls - some red, some black. Josh stared back at him, eyes half lidded. He stood with his chin jutted forward just a little, trying to edge out Tyler in height but not quite getting there. The way he was looking at him, like it was a challenge, lit Tyler’s insides on fire. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and took a shaky breath.
At the end of the night, Josh would tell Tyler that it had been him who had closed the gap between them, but Tyler was positive that Josh’s chin had tilted in first. It was a never ending tally, one they’d lost count of years ago but still came back to: who started it.
When their lips crashed together, it was like coming home. Tyler’s fingers raked through Josh’s wet hair and he groaned into Josh’s mouth. Josh’s tongue moved slowly over his bottom lip and Tyler nipped at his bottom lip impatiently.
In three swift steps, Josh had pushed Tyler back onto the oversized couch that sat in the middle of the dressing room. Eye level with Josh’s erection, plainly visible under the towel that still sat low on Josh’s hips, Tyler’s lips parted wantingly.
He reached up and roughly tugged the towel off of Josh, gripping the base of Josh’s cock and immediately guiding it into his lips. The familiar heat of Josh filled his mouth as Josh got harder. His tongue slid along the underside of his cock, relishing the taste and how much he had missed this.
“Ty.” Josh said his name like it was a curse word, his hand firm against the back of Tyler’s head. “Oh my God.”
Tyler shivered at the sounds that came from Josh’s mouth. When he started to thrust his hips forward, fucking Tyler’s mouth, Tyler did his best not to gag. His toes curled and his own erection throbbed painfully in his pants, still sticky with sweat from the show. His hand clumsily moved over the bulge in his pants and he squeezed.
“You hard, Ty?” Josh breathed as he thrust his hips rhythmically, watching Tyler’s cheeks go from the post-performance pink to a deep crimson. Tyler barely managed a whimper and a little nod when Josh pulled away from him.
“C’mere,” Josh said breathlessly, pulling Tyler up from the couch so they stood facing each other again, his hand immediately reaching into Tyler’s pants to pull him out. When Josh started to touch him, he felt his knees go weak and he leaned forward into Josh, panting. He was already so hard, but feeling Josh’s strong hands gripping him in the exact way Tyler liked it, he didn’t have a chance. He started to tremble, feeling that explosive building, dangerously close to getting away from him. He reached his hand out and grabbed Josh’s hand, stopping him.
“N-no. If you keep… going… I’m gonna cum… don’t want to yet… ” Tyler managed to put together, his words were fragmented with heavy breath and trying to fight back the impossibly good feeling. Pre cum dripped from him, and Josh got harder in Tyler’s hand in response.
“Fuck, Ty, already? Are you that desperate tonight?” Josh breathed into Tyler’s ear teasingly, as if it wasn’t obvious. As if the build up and the control that led up to touring hadn’t always been a pressure cooker that ended like this The roles were more often than not reversed, but this was why they worked so well. They gave each other control and took it away in an effortless and seamless way that very rarely needed verbal communication. Even though Josh would happily get on his knees for Tyler, be the one getting fucked into a daze, Josh was just happiest when he was doing what Tyler needed the most.
Tyler let out a little hmph of frustration and reached his hand out to grab Josh’s spit-slick dick, squeezing the head of it in a way that made Josh gasp. It was almost as if to say don’t forget who’s really in charge. His hand started to pump over Josh, gliding over the skin, his fingers tightening against the head rhythmically as Josh got harder in his hand.
“God, that’s good Tyler. That’s so good,” Josh gasped, and Tyler’s hand moved faster, his own breathing growing labored. Tyler’s eyes caught Josh’s as he held out his hand and spat into it a few times. He smirked as he held his hand out to Tyler. Obediently, Tyler spat.
“Again,” Josh said.
Tyler spat again.
Josh’s hand moved down to Tyler, still painfully hard despite not being touched, and he shuddered. The mix of their spit, the slick-fast movement over his dick, was causing explosions to go off behind Tyler’s eyelids. He didn’t stop Josh this time; he could tell that Josh was close, pre-cum kept spilling out over Tyler’s fingers, and they couldn’t exactly spend all night in here.
A shudder spread down Tyler’s spine. One set of black fingers curled around Josh’s bicep, the other still busy moving over his cock, determined to keep touching Josh through his own orgasm. Josh pushed his hand away though, allowing Tyler to succumb to the earth-shattering, ear-ringing sensation that swept through him when Josh took the tip of Tyler’s cock, already spurting semen, and squeezed it firmly against the head of Josh’s own cock.
Tyler felt a wave of fresh, hot warmth hit his thighs and stomach. He watched Josh’s bare stomach contract as he took in shaky breaths, and they came together. Josh’s small whimper as he came drove Tyler back to reality. He stroked Josh’s hair a few times as they panted together in the aftermath of their orgasms, still clinging to each other.
“Holy shit.” Josh was the first to speak. The rumble of his voice against Tyler’s nose where it pressed against Josh’s neck settled Tyler. He could hear the smile on Josh’s voice.
“Mmm,” he murmured in agreement before reluctantly peeling himself away, pushing his fingers through his mess of hair. “Oops,” He added with a smirk as he took in the paint smeared over Josh’s shoulders, his neck, his stomach, now combined with their cum. It was a sight that Tyler was plenty familiar with, but God, it never got old.
He knew he should go back to his dressing room. He should pack up his bag and change out of his show clothes and leave, so that the venue workers and crew could get everything set for tomorrow, but he was reluctant to leave Josh. The need for closeness hadn’t dissipated after his orgasm. It never really did.
“Josh,” Tyler said, a grin moving over his mouth slowly as he watched Josh take the towel that had been wrapped around him to wipe off the mess.
“Hm?” Josh responded.
“We got married on stage tonight.” Tyler’s grin widened as he spoke. “So do you think that means… we just consummated our marriage?”
Josh had started laughing before Tyler had finished speaking, like he had read his mind. He couldn’t hold his own laughter back, either, and together the two of them lapsed into giggles that they couldn’t stop while Josh got dressed.
“I guess so,” Josh said finally when their laughter had settled, his cheeks burning pink.
“Well, we’re getting married tomorrow too…” Tyler didn’t have to finish his thought. Josh’s lips crashing into his told him everything Tyler needed to know.