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Josh isn't stupid enough to delude himself into thinking that Debby doesn't talk about their sex life to her girls.

He knows she does it based solely on the moment in time before they were dating, where Josh was kind of one of her girls, and she laid out certain experiences in a sort of casual tone that implied frequency. He basked in it at the time, wanting to drink all of her in, to explore every corner of her brain and past like a dust-covered paleontologist, but he can't lie and say it doesn't make him feel wormy sometimes that he's part of the anecdotes now. The fact that all of her close girlfriends definitely know how big his dick is, is an uncomfortable realization.

Stranger and more uncomfortable is the fact that Jenna is one of Debby’s aforementioned girls.

Their friendship is incredible, and he's grateful that they get along so well, but sometimes it makes him wonder how much Jenna knows about their life, their habits, and if she's keen on some of Josh's more embarrassing proclivities. He doesn't imagine Debby telling Jenna that he likes to eat her out from the back when she's all tied up, but he has to reconcile with the fact that it's likely that Jenna knows he cries after sex sometimes.

And listen, it's fine and natural, and he loves how open she is about so much; it's just that guys don't really have that, or at least Josh doesn't. He's weaned himself off men who talk about the women they've been with from his life because it appears bragging at best and misogynistic at worst. Sue him.

It's led to this sort of strange, floaty middle ground where he has stuff to talk about but with nobody to share it with other than Debby, which is all he needs, but he doesn't really get any of the sweet sweet gossip about his friends.

At least, that's what he thought.

Tonight was one of Jenna and Debby’s game nights. With Jenna aching for a game of Catan, which requires at least three players, Debby dragged Josh out of the basement. Somewhere along the way, Debby and Jenna absolutely destroyed a bottle of red wine, and the conversation grew less about Catan and more about their lives.

And it seems, to both his delight and horror, Josh had been momentarily re-instated as one of the girls.

The three of them sit in a circle around the game table, Catan well past abandoned, prodding their fingers about the charcuterie board of cheese, crackers, and grapes. The soft indie rock Debby has in the background is originally a welcome distraction from their incomprehensible conversation (who the hell is Tana Mongeau?), but he finds himself enthralled watching them as it morphs into a game of two truths and a lie.

"Okay," Debby begins, tongue pressing against her cheek as she thinks, "One, I once ran into a glass door because I thought it was open. Two, I have a fear of escalators. Three, I can walk on my hands."

"You can't walk on your hands." Jenna says, leaning forward on the table, chin resting in her palm.

Debby groans. "Damn, you got me. You go."

Her smile turns mischievous. "Let's get wild. Never have I ever—"

"Wait, that's a different game!" Debby laughs.

Josh feels a little like an alien. He moves from his seat and excuses himself. He should at least get a bit tipsy while he's here and they're having fun.

They continue their conversation as he leaves, neither quite paying close attention to him, and he makes his way to the kitchen.

He pops the fridge door open and pulls the bottom drawer out. There are only a few coolers rolling around in there, as Josh isn't often drinking, but he picks up two tall White Claw cans and heads back with a pause to pat Jim's sleeping body with the sole of his foot.

He re-enters the room to screaming.

"You're fucking kidding!" Debby shouts, gobsmacked, with her pointer finger down.

Jenna shakes her head with that same evil smile, hand up with her fingers spread out.

"Not kidding. We do it like every other time now. He loves it."

"Holy shit," Debby says. She put both hands on her forehead. "That just rocked my world." She glances at the entrance where Josh is hovering and gasps. "Josh, did you know?"

"Know what?" Josh asks, settling down next to her and scooting in close.

Her eyes are big and wide in disbelief, while Jenna's expression is full of unbridled mirth. He cracks open the White Claw and brings it to his mouth.

"Jenna fucks Tyler."

"Uh, yeah?" He says above the pull tab. The discomfort that bubbles in his gut is frankly juvenile.

Debby wraps around his arm. Whatever this is, she is loving it. "No, you don't get it. She fucks him."

Obviously Tyler has sex; he has plenty of children to show for it, and while it's been a minute since Josh has thought about him as a sexual being, what is so shocking to Debby that Tyler has sex with his wife?

"Right…?"

"Josh," Debby is growing exasperated. "She fucks him."

He takes another sip. Swallows it down.

It's not until he turns to look at Jenna, who has her head in her hands and is definitely three shades redder than the minute prior, that the realization dawns on him.

"Wait, what?"

"I know!" Debby says, ecstatic, gripping his arm. She is untamed.

"Hold on," Josh slams his eyes shut, shaking his head. "Wait, hold on. Jenna… Jenna."

"It's honestly great!" Jenna exclaims through her embarrassment.

Josh cannot handle this right now. He downs the rest of his drink.

Debby sets herself upright, folds her hands in her lap. "Explain everything. I need to know."

He is absolutely not supposed to know the details, and he knows this, but the burning curiosity overpowers rhyme and reason. Plus, he's not 'Tyler's best friend and band-mate' Josh right now; he's 'one of the girls' Josh. There's a difference.

Jenna shovels down a few grapes before speaking. "Well, it's not that wild of a story, it happened really organically. He just asked me one day if I'd be down with a finger or two when I was giving him head, which led to a while later with me kinda eating him ou—"

"Jenna!" Debby says incredulously.

"It's really hot! He's very vocal!" Jenna defends, as if that makes it better. Like Josh will not be thinking about that forever.

Despite Josh's praying, she continues.

"And then he brought up the idea of a strap-on during quarantine and I was like, yes, please. We started with plugs and smaller stuff at first and worked our way up to an actual dildo— I can't believe I'm telling you this," she dissolves into a fit of giggles before regaining composure. "I was surprised by how much I'm into it, too. It's so fun. The dynamic changes so much when you're fucking the guy. I get drunk on power or something. He goes crazy for it."

"Wait, so, is it like a dick or just a nondescript phallic shape?" Debby asks, amazed.

Josh didn't even think about that, but finds it to be a important question for some reason.

"Oh, it's fully a realistic dick with veins and everything. We have one that can cum, too," she says, pouring the last splash of wine into her glass and lifting it up delicately to her curved mouth.

"Jesus Christ," he says, using all of his brainpower to not picture a dildo sliding in and out of Tyler, all spread out and pliant and apparently very vocal.

He kind of wants to die, a bit, in the abstract sense.

"I knew Tyler was a freak, but dang."

Josh whips his head toward her. "You knew Tyler was a freak?"

How detailed do these two get, exactly? Pricks of humiliation form in his chest, with an undercurrent of something ugly. An inexplicable, deeply immature part of him is saying how come you get to know this about him, but I don't?

He tries not to inspect it too hard for fear that lifting that particular rock will reveal a plethora of bugs underneath.

"Oh yeah, dude." Debby laughs. "You're telling me that you guys don't talk about us to each other?"

"Wouldn't be surprised," Jenna mutters to the wine glass, eyebrows raised.

Josh chooses to ignore that. "Of course we do, just not sex stuff. What am I supposed to say? Hey Tyler, do you wanna hear how I dicked down Debby last night? That's gross."

"Probably because you used the phrase dicked down, weirdo," Debby says. "I didn't know you were such a puritan with your friends."

"Puritan is a stretch."

"Wait, it's sweet." Debby all but coos at him. "Like it's a secret only for you and me."

"Yeah," Josh gapes at her.

Is that not normal? Is this one of those things from his conservative childhood that carried over to adulthood without his knowing, like never reading certain books, or having to keep his bedroom door open at all times? How old will he be when he's free of it all— the pressure of goodness wrought on his body like he's some sort of modern-day Giles Corey?

He needs to calm all the way down.

"I'm a little shocked you didn't already know, Josh," Jenna says, eyebrows crinkled together. "I assumed he would've made a thousand jokes. I make a joke about who's sucking dick first, like, almost every time we have sex now."

"How often do you guys do it?" Josh finds himself asking, because he's weak. He cracks open his second White Claw.

"The strap stuff, probably twice a month. Prepping is too annoying most of the time. It's a staple of our dirty talk now, though."

Josh is getting terrified about how much dirt Debby's friends must have on him if this is how open they are about it.

He says just as much, and the two women laugh in his face.

"Don't get in your head, it changes nothing. I know that it's awkward, but we're all human." Jenna says with a shrug. "And it's a fun way to get some new ideas. I got a few from Debby before."

"Which ideas?" Josh asks.

His face is burning. Debby's staring at him lovingly, as if the fact that he's humiliated is cute to her.

Jenna tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her face is still a bit red, though that was possibly more to do with the wine than anything else.

"Temperature play, some different bondage stuff. He's into sensory deprivation, which I got from you," she laughs a little, sharing a look with Debby. "You know, it's kinda funny when I think about it."

The way she says it makes it seem not funny at all. He swallows a large gulp.

"You'd match," she says, rolling her pink cheek into her palm.

There is no way in Heaven or on Earth that he is understanding this the way she means. Jenna isn't genuinely suggesting…

"I think you guys would be sexually compatible," she says, like it's nothing. "If, y'know, things got real different real quick."

Josh is speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He sputters, takes another sip of his drink, and still no words come to him.

He glances at Debby, who was watching him intently. She has her bottom lip drawn under her teeth, with a shark-like smile playing on her face. They're messing with him. he's almost certain.

It's her that breaks the silence. "Josh, remember when I told you to press on my lower stomach when you're, um, down there? That's a Tyler Joseph original."

He barks out a laugh and crumbles, rubbing his forehead.

"This is so much," is all he can muster.

"You boys should talk about it, though!" Jenna re-steers the conversation, as though she's not Josh's own personal Oppenheimer right now. "I think it would be good. It's fun."

"Yeah," Debby says next to him. "I mean, we also have some stuff on Mark."

"I don't need to know," Josh says.

The immediate comparison between the way he feels learning about Tyler and learning about Mark is hard truth. He actually doesn't want to know what Mark gets up to. This is not the case when it comes to Tyler, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Josh grabs a handful of cheese and drops it into his open mouth. He might hate Catan.

He's still thinking about it hours later, when they're in bed. Josh turns onto his side and wraps his arms over Debby's sleeping frame, digging his nose into her hair and breathing the scent of the rosemary oil she massages into the base of her scalp every night.

What the hell is wrong with him? The darkness behind his eyelids mocked him, offering no respite from the conversation with Jenna.

It shouldn't mess with him this much. She was right. They're only human. It's completely natural. But he can't stop thinking about it.

Tyler on his back with his legs spread, huffing out little whines as fingers work him open. How his face would look: jaw slack and eyes softly closed. Tyler on his knees, gripping the headboard of his bed, gasping as a fake dick circles the rim of his hole. Slick white liquid leaking from Tyler's ass down his balls. The way his tan shoulders would sharply rise and fall with each heaving breath.

Fuck, Josh is hard. He breathes in deeper, hoping the rosemary would overpower his thoughts. It helps for a moment, before the guilt comes crashing down on his head like gunfire. He's lying in bed next to his wife, and getting hard thinking about Tyler.

It's been years and years and years since the last time this happened. He tries picturing ugly things. Maggots on meat. An infected cut. His high school teacher, who had severe cigarette breath.

Debby shifts, and the curve of her ass slides against Josh's dick. He stifles a groan.

"Oh, hello," she says groggily. "What's this about?"

Where he'd usually find some quip, some silly, sexy thing to say, he instead feels so full of shame he could cry. "It's nothing, don't worry. Go back to sleep."

She makes a short noise and rolls over to face him, a small frown tugging at her lips. "You good?"

"Yeah, just…" he sighs deeply, "Jenna."

Clearly, the wrong thing to say, because Debby is suddenly very awake. "Jenna?"

"No, not Jenna!" Josh quickly assures. She immediately giggles, and he feels horrible. "I mean, the stuff she was talking about. With the strap-on, I don't know."

"Oh." She pauses for a moment. "Are you interested in that? To try?"

Josh shrugs. He doesn't know how to go about this, but he certainly doesn't want to tell Debby flat-out that it's less about the strap and more about who the strap was being used on.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow, maybe?"

She nods and rubs along his shoulder, shuffling closer. Her hand drifts down his stomach.

His skin breaks out into goosebumps as her fingers catch on the top of his boxers.

"Your little soldier is standing at attention." She says, experimentally cupping the front of him.

"I hate when you say that," he says through a laugh, pressing his nose into the pillow.

She was perfection personified, and as her warm hand gently slides beneath his waistband, a shiver runs down his spine and jumpstarts his heart.

Debby works him up, experienced and knowing to all the weak points of Josh's undeserving body, and Josh watches as she hikes the bottom of her baggy t-shirt up over her breasts. She squeezes her tits, humming.

His love for her resonates from the very depths of his being. Her wild hair, the softness of her palm around him. In a quick motion, she positions herself, throwing her leg over his hip.

She angles his cock against the fabric of her panties and grinds down against his head. He loosely grips at her thigh with a heavy breath, trailing upwards until his ring finger slips under the panty stripe perched along her hips. She moans when he pulls it tight.

Debby told him once that there's something about it, the sensation of his cock dragging the thin fabric taut over her pussy, that feels incredible. Josh really likes to see just how dark and slick her underwear can become after a few minutes of this, and it's faster than usual tonight.

Josh remembers she's still a little wine-drunk as she pants in delight, rocking her hips over him a few times before he takes the reins. He sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, pushes her underwear to the side, and curls them past her folds, dipping inside her, oiled and hot.

She huffs as he kneads at the plush of her ass roughly, manually moving her the way she likes. She rakes her nails along his biceps, mouth snapping open to release a soft, broken noise. Takes his dick into her palm and jerks him off, lagging behind his circular movements.

It doesn't take long for her legs to shake once he bends his fingers in a quick rhythm, sliding the pad of his thumb along her labia and rubbing circles over her clitoris.

She moans a wavering "Yeah, fuck," and kisses him as her walls pulse around his fingers.

In the brief second of his eyes fluttering shut, the image of Tyler involuntarily springs back up in his mind, and he spills over her cunt with a shuddering groan.

This is a problem, he thinks as she laughs sweetly into his mouth.

She moves to the bedside table to take a sip of water before leaving to go pee.

He cleans himself up. Shuffles a new pair of boxers over his legs. Presses his eyes into his forearm when he realizes they're watering.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

He pretends to be asleep when Debby crawls back into bed. She kisses his temple.

It's not Catan he hates. It's himself.

"Do you know the website we bought the dildo that can cum on?" Jenna asks Tyler, half her face tucked behind the hood of her laptop at the kitchen counter.

These moments are sparse now, when it's just the two of them at home, all golden sun pooling in through the glass. Tyler anxiously checks over his shoulder to make sure there were no lurking children nearby, anyway.

With the laws of physics still in place, it appears they have not somehow materialized back home.

"I think that one was from Stag Shop. Can't remember," he says, splitting open a gum packet and putting it in his mouth. He pops the dent in the plastic back into shape before sliding it into the sleeve. "Why, is there something wrong with it?"

Jenna shakes her head, squinting at the screen as she types. "No, it's fine. Debby was just asking about it."

"Oh okay. Man, this mint is way too strong," he comments, reading the package.

As he glances over it, he feels as though he's missing something. Nothing about it suggests it should be burning up his mouth like this.

His head shoots up. "Wait, what?"

"Hm?" Jenna quirks a brow. "Oh! Yeah, she and Josh have been thinking about trying it out."

He gulps the gum down, eyes about to pop out of his skull. "What?!"

"What?" she giggles.

"You told them about—" Tyler waves a hand wildly between them.

"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry." Jenna cringes. "I got too drunk at game night playing Never Have I Ever."

"Jenna!" Tyler cries, sliding off the stool and standing up on his feet. "What the hell! That's confidential information! You told Josh?"

"I for sure thought you already knew. Ty, really, I'm so sorry."

"Why would I know what you said at Debby's? And I thought game nights didn't include Josh. He doesn't like games."

"I wanted to play Catan."

"You just said you were playing Never Have I Ever," he wipes his face, and begins pacing.

And pacing.

She grimaces, slowly closing the laptop. Her expression appears to be sorry, but he catches something in there that seems a little entertained. It lights a fire in his chest.

"Tyler, can we sit?"

"Uh-huh," he says, continuing to pace.

Jenna does her best to explain the situation; how she really didn't mean for it to go so far, and explicit, but every word she says seems only to send Tyler further off the deep end until he turns away from her.

"I need to be alone for a minute," he says, walking down the hall.

"I'm sorry!" Jenna calls after him.

He gives her a thumbs-up, which is a good sign.

She feels genuinely guilty about it, but she's experienced in coaxing him out of his moods, even when justified.

She thinks she knows how to make it up to him.

Jenna's halfway inside him when she gets the idea.

The thing about Tyler is that in all of his openness, he is still so repressed about desire. This is partly why she was so eager to tug a dildo over her hips all those years ago in the first place. Him admitting he wanted something specific is rare, and even rarer when it had anything to do with the bedroom.

Jenna knows, and has known, that Tyler is bisexual. Which is to say she also knows that there is no circumstance under which he would ever, ever admit it.

So she makes it so that he doesn't have to.

She fingers his ass open and doesn't interrogate him about it. Goes dildo shopping with him, and doesn't mention a thing when he scrolls past the ones that don't have a realistic color and shape. Doesn't point it out to him that, really, there's no need for him to suck on the strap like it'll give him the last drop of water in the Sahara Desert.

She understands. No need to make him suffer by telling her something she's well aware of. Jenna will not pry it open. Won't tug the delicate petals surrounding his heart and rummage inside.

She will, however, do her best to coax out a bloom if the opportunity presents itself.

And he's vulnerable, in every sense of the word, like this; head in the pillow with silk over his eyes, arms tied crossed behind his back, and ass in the air.

Jenna rocks forward and bottoms out. A hiss escapes him, shoulder muscles coiled like springs. She could have prepped him for longer, but he likes a little sting.

He never says that part out loud, either.

"So tight for that cock, huh?" Is how she opens the door.

His mouth is open as he nods, huffing out quick breaths as Jenna's hands travel along all the soft, sun-sun-kissed skin in front of her. From the curve of his spine over the meat of his ass and the backs of his thighs.

She pulls out of him slowly, rubbing soothing circles on his hamstrings. Drags the dildo until the head rests at his entrance, and pitches her hips back in.

Her cunt ruts up against the grinder inside the harness, and she immediately chases the rolling pleasure, thrusting in and out of him, grinding down on the soft silicone that slides against her the perfect amount.

"Shit!" Tyler swears, tucking his chin to his chest. "It's right there, don't stop."

Jenna smiles, grips his waist, and absolutely does not stop.

Though partially obscured by the silk blindfold, his face is red from his cheeks all the way down his throat as she pounds into him. The sound of lube and skin and wetness fills their bedroom in all its lewd glory.

A strange confidence glows in her chest every time, to pull him apart like this. He's such a perfectionist in everything, so precise and authoritative. It feels good to be given the helm of his pleasure, to be trusted enough for him to show his aching desire for submission.

She bites her lip, thumb tracing the line of his back, and hopes she isn't pushing him too far when she says, "You're taking him so well, baby."

The reaction is immediate. His entire body shivers. A high moan punches from his lungs.

"Fuck, Jenna!" he keens, skin over his arms growing white with pressure where he tightens against his restrains.

The fact that he can't see only furthers the fantasy, and she knows it. Obviously it's her fucking him, but her planting the idea of a man being behind him, tearing up his guts, is enough to light his nerve endings on fire.

The feelings feed into each other. He's deeply turned on by the idea, and the hot shame crawling up his heels only exemplifies how hard it makes him.

She leans down, trailing her hand over the front of his thigh to grip at his weeping dick. Fucks into him and pumps him with equal measure.

"You like his cock inside you, don't you?" She asks.

It's a fantasy that just plays with the idea of a man. Not specific enough to scare him.

But she knows.

He swallows wetly. "Uh-huh, yeah."

"Tell me."

"I can't," he whines.

She writhes her hips a little to get a new sensation against the grinder, which causes a frankly pornographic moan to escape from her husband's throat.

"Aw, honey. It's okay. Tell me you want him to fuck you," she says, stroking him, keeping the pace as she rocked in and out of his hole.

"I-I want," he stutters. "I want him—or, you—"

"Him," she corrects, placing a kiss on his back.

"I want him to fuck me," he rushes out, turning somehow redder. "Fuck, he's so big, Jen."

She gasps, bucking up into him.

Maybe there's a truth within her blooming, too, because she finds the concept of Tyler describing how another man's dick feels inside him so hot that it sends her careening near an orgasm.

"You like being stretched out by a big man, don't you?" Jenna asks, a little wild, feeling something that once was latched within her unravel.

"Oh, fuuck,"

She tightens both her grip on his waist and the grip on his dick, basking in the friction as she ruts against the grinder, wet and hard along her pussy.

"You gonna cum on his cock?"

"I'm close," he warns her through his gasping.

"Me too," she nods, biting down on his back. Releases when he lets out a cry. Her teeth leave small indents on his skin. It wasn't hard enough to break it, but he'll have a small curving bruise tomorrow.

"Say it," she orders. 

"I'm gonna cum on his cock. Oh, God," Tyler shifts, raising his chest up off the bed as he arches his back in such a whorish fashion that Jenna feels a little jealous. "Josh— Jenna! Shit! Keep going,"

A funny thing happens then.

She comes at Tyler saying Josh's name.

Through her orgasm, she squeezes the head of Tyler's dick so hard that he nearly screams. She keeps riding until he follows her, finishing with a cascading moan on the towel laid across the comforter.

They both stay there for a moment, dazed, knowing they had both heard it. Knowing it sent them both over the edge.

She presses her sweaty forehead to his heaving back, sliding out of him.

He puckers at the abandonment as she works the harness down her hips, glancing at the wet string between her pussy and the grinder.

Tyler stays still as she takes her time untying the rope over his wrists and forearms; the pattern embossed in certain spots where he fought against them.

His breathing is still uneven when she reaches the last knot, the one used to blindfold him. When she pulls the soft silk away, his eyes are swallowed in guilt, searching for punishment.

"Hey, it's okay," she assures, cupping his cheek.

He unfreezes from his spot, throwing the towel off the bed and flipping onto his back. Stares blank-eyed at the ceiling and doesn't talk. Trembling hands reach up to tug at his hair.

"Tyler, what's wrong?"

"I don't know why I…" he says, voice ruined. "Jenna, I promise I didn't mean it. I love you."

She nods. Slides the harness and dildo off the bed and lies on her side next to him.

The vein in his throat throbs wildly as he shuts his eyes with a wince. A small line forms between his brows.

He's scared of himself, she realizes.

Well, she can't have that.

Jenna leans over him, holding his face in her hands, and kisses his forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and mouth. He busies himself with fixing her hair as she does this. Brushes fingers through blonde locks, then curls his strong arms over her ribs and holds her tight.

She breaks the kiss, however painful the action may be. "I love you too. It's okay."

"It's not," he says.

He opens his eyes and they're so sad she can hardly take it.

"Tyler, I wanted you to say it," she admits, steadying his face. He gives her a blank look. "I asked you to say him. I thought it was hot."

"But I said..." he can't get it out. His face crumbles.

"You can say his name. I'm not mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong."

He's incapable of this perspective. "There's something broken in me."

Jenna shakes her head. Maybe she pushed him too far, too quick. She rubs along his jaw and mutters affirmations into the skin there.

It does no good. "You deserve better than this. Than me," he says.

"No, I want you. I made it too much. Should have asked first. I love you."

He tightens his grip and tucks his face into her neck. They're two naked bodies twisted around each other. Both afraid of ruining it all, each easing the fear from the other.

"I love you so much. You don't have to feel bad. You can say it," Jenna offers, once the fragments of his mind pull back together.

The tectonic plates of his heart shift. Change. Morph open. Parts of him that never touched the surface come welling up.

"Josh," he whispers, hoping God didn’t hear.

When he doesn't feel the expected impending doom, he sighs against Jenna's warm skin.

He didn't die. A part of him thought he would, somehow. Thought God would strike him dead on the spot. He must not have heard.

Well, that adds up. God doesn't seem to listen to Tyler much, anyway. No reason for Him to start now.

Debby stretches herself along the length of their white couch, wiggling her legs out of the fluffy throw blanket. "I mean, does it really change that much? It's not like you found out he's into scat or something."

Josh wrinkles his nose in disgust as he settles down next to her, picking up her ankles and placing them across his lap.

"I feel like you're being a little judgmental," Debby says to him, not unkindly.

"I'm not," Josh defends himself. He really isn't. Quite the opposite in reality, but he can't exactly say that to her. "If I were judgmental, I wouldn't be in line to do the same thing."

She clicks the remote, squinting as she searches the overabundance of strange movies listed on Tubi.

"If it were anyone else, you wouldn't care, but because it's Tyler, you're all green around the gills."

"He's my best friend. I don't know. I didn't expect it."

"Really?" she tilts her head at him, clicking the arrow button aimlessly across the romance section.

"What? You did?"

"Not exactly, but it's not that shocking."

Josh runs a hand down his burning face. "It was to me."

"Really?"

"Debby! Yes!" Josh can't help but laugh.

"Well, come on! Be serious," she chuckles. "You never thought, y'know…"

He stares at her blankly. She doesn't budge.

"Continue," Josh draws, eyebrows ticking up, edging her on after a pause.

Debby groans to the ceiling and drops her head on the pillow. "You're telling me that you never looked at Tyler and wondered if he batted for the same team?"

He feels his heart stop.

"Sorry, who's the judgmental one?" Josh asks, hackles raised a bit.

He's had this question lodged at him too many times in his life, and although he knows for certain Debby wasn't asking with even a sliver of malicious intent, he can't help but feel put off.

"No, you're right," she cringes. "I only mean that when I first met him, I thought he was bisexual. Not in a bad way, obviously. My radar is just fried."

Josh sort of frowns. He feels uncomfortable in a way that he doesn't know what to do with.

Debby waves a hand. "And anyway, pegging doesn't even mean anything when it comes to sexuality. He can be straight or whatever and still like getting reamed out."

"Jesus," he mutters. "Can you pick a movie?"

She doesn't. "Are you worried about it? Us doing that?"

"Not worried. But I won't know what I'm doing," he says honestly. "At least you can talk to Jenna."

"You can't talk to Tyler?"

"Not about this."

"What if… what if we talked about it together, all four of us?"

"I don't think he'd want to do that," Josh says cooly.

"You never know," Debby says, turning to the screen. "I mean, half the things— holy shit, there's a Terri Joe movie!"

"Huh?"

"Terri Joe from TikTok! I've shown you her lives before. You know, built like a sippy cup?"

He laughs. "Yes, Debs. I meant before that."

"Oh. Half the things Jenna's told me about Tyler was stuff you didn't know about. I assume it's the same the other way around. Maybe Tyler thinks you wouldn't want to talk about it."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "Maybe. I don't see why, but maybe."

"Just think about it a bit. I won't be sad if you back out or anything."

"Are you lying?" He asks, nudging her foot with his elbow.

"Alright, maybe a little sad. I'd get over it, though. I'm sure we could make use of that dildo either way."

"Oh, could we now?" Josh grins at her. "I'm open to suggestions."

Debby wags her finger at him. "Not so fast, big boy, I still wanna fuck you with it."

He barks out a laugh, ears steadily turning pink. "Okay, okay, put on the movie already."

She grins and presses play.

Tyler worries his bottom lip, phone hovering at half-distance.

He glances up to see Jenna sitting in the living room accent chair, legs thrown over the armrest, with a book perched between her knees. Her head is cocked to the side as she reads, two fingers delicately resting on her chin. She's illuminated by a wash of sunlight through a lace curtain, chin tilted down, blonde streaks glowing white at the edges.

Her recent journey has been on Dayspring by Anthony Oliveira, a book that, when he'd googled the summary and read the reviews, made his eyebrows and heart rate raise a substantial amount.

Made him a little queasy, too, if he was being honest with himself.

As it stands, his thumbs move across the keypad, and he's searching up Josh Dun and shamelessly clicking images. After a brief bout of confusion as to why the third image of him is from the Panic! At The Disco Wiki, he moves to his gallery, then to people, and then clicks on the little bubble of his face.

This is so damn stupid.

He swipes through his own personal art gallery of Josh Dun throughout the years, dating back almost a decade.

Photos of him setting up his drums, him sleeping, eating, drinking, trying on funny hats at various gas stations. Photos of them together.

Tyler zooms in, compares their height, the size of their hands, the way Josh looks so damn pale in comparison. He zooms in on the photos where Josh is looking at him, searching for something.

Tyler glances between the picture of Josh and the real Jenna in front of him, turning the page. She sniffs and wipes absent-mindedly at her nose. Her eyes zeroed in on the words, enraptured.

She really is beautiful. He doesn't understand what the hell his problem is. He loves no one in the world more than her, so what's the deal?

Tyler closes his gallery and opens Google.

crush while happily married wtf is wrong with me should I die or what

The page loads.

AI Overview: First and foremost— do not panic, and absolutely do not harm yourself.

Tyler huffs out a sharp, humorless breath.

crush while happily married wtf is wrong with me should I die or what -ai

To his dismay, he scrolls through a few Reddit threads. They all say something along the lines of this: It's not real, it's just a fantasy, don't ruin your life for the idea of a person.

All very well and good advice, yes, but his situation is so vastly different that he feels it's not quite accurate to him specifically.

He doesn't even want to entertain the idea of life without Jenna. It's too horrible to even imagine.

Even so, still, still.

He tries searching for different things.

married to a woman but i might like a guy -ai

married to a woman but have a crush on male friend -ai

questioning sexuality while married -ai

And he scrolls and reads and scrolls. The verdict? It's fine, just don't act on it. If you love your partner, tell them, but don't ever cheat.

He wasn't planning to, and was a little offended by how often people suggested that he would. Is he so strange that nobody had experienced this exact feeling?

Maybe there really is something broken in him.

"I can hear you thinking," Jenna says, giving him a kind smile over her shoulder.

He sighs, clicks his phone off, and lets it drop to his lap.

"Do you think I'm too different?"

She slots a bookmark in the book and closes it. "Now, where's this coming from?"

"This whole Josh thing."

"The band?" Her eyebrows draw together in confusion.

"No," he gives a half-half-hearted chuckle. "The thing. I said his name in bed."

Her expression smooths out. She seems to relax, which is a mystery to Tyler.

"I mean, I asked you to," she starts. "Tyler, it's really only as big as you make it out to be."

"Feels pretty big to me."

She nods, understanding. Places the book on the coffee table and adjusts herself to face him.

"I'm really sorry I told him about the strap. I know we've talked about it, but… I hope I didn't ruin anything by telling him."

"You did nothing wrong."

"Neither did you."

He shrugs.

Jenna examines his face. "Can I ask… would you?"

He doesn't understand. "Would I what?"

"Say I was cool with it, would you sleep with him?"

All the blood drains from his body in an instant. "What?"

"Because I would be,"

"What?!" Tyler can't believe his ears. "Why would you be okay with that?"

She shrugs, mirroring him. "Maybe I'm different, too."

He rubs his forehead in disbelief and finds his hands shaky. When this started, he didn't know. What he does know, though, is the concrete look of seriousness in her eyes.

"This isn't even a real conversation," Tyler mutters. "Josh wouldn't—"

"—Hypothetically, then. If the stars aligned and you got the go-ahead from me, Debby, and Josh. Would you?"

He stutters for so long that it inevitably answers the question, all the eloquence he prides himself on abandoning him right when he needs it most. Typical.

"So, I want you to know that it would be fine for me if it were Josh. Only if it was Josh," Jenna says, with the point of her finger as if warning him not to drink over two RedBull a day.

He laughs. "You say that like I have some sort of list. It's only you."

"And him too, though, right?"

"I— Jenna, I'd never—"

She raises a steady palm. "Tyler, I know. I want you to know that I love you, and I'm not afraid."

"Okay. I love you too." 

Jenna smiles. She picks up her book and cracks it back open.

Tyler clicks on his phone. Opens Google.

wife just says she'd be okay with me fucking my male best friend. How to be normal Reddit -ai

Unsurprisingly, nothing quite accurate comes up. Maybe he should stop treating a search engine like his own personal confession booth.

When it comes in the mail, Debby rips open the package like a kid at Christmas.

She's beaming and wild-eyed, hair tugged up in a bun, bangs sweeping across her brow. Tears into the cardboard and cuts the plastic.

Debby holds it in her hand like the Holy Grail.

The dildo isn't as monstrously huge as he'd imagined, only about an extra half inch longer than Josh himself, thank you very much, and he was less nervous than he thought he would be.

Maybe it was because Debby's eyes were shining with excitement. Maybe it was because his mind was a kind of buffering with the realization that Tyler had the exact same one. Whatever the reason, he was grateful. Debby opened the rest of the package with cleaning instructions, along with a tube, syringe, and a small bottle of fake cum.

"Is that safe to swallow?" Josh asks.

Her eyebrows shoot up, a little flush sprouting on her cheeks like pink tulips. "Hell, if it's not, I'll just fill the syringe with icing or something. I need to see that."

He chuckles and takes the dildo from her. The feel of it is strange in his palm, sort of firm yet soft, that skin-like texture of silicone, with a small hole in the faux slit where he imagines the tube ful of fake cum will end.

His thumb traces along a raised vein, and he wonders if it's a mold of a real guy or if this was an artistic rendering.

Most of all, he wonders how Tyler likes it.

"Kinda looks like yours," Debby says, reading the ingredients of the bottle.

"I mean, they all do."

"A little, but it's the same, like, heft. Girth or whatever. And it curves up here, look," she points to the head. "Yours does that too."

"You're saying they should make dildos out of my dick?"

"I would love that. Keep it on me when you're away on tour. Wouldn't that be sweet?"

"Oh, so sweet," Josh says, laced with sarcasm. "A perfect Valentine's Day gift."

She gives a coy little shrug and wordlessly takes the dildo from him, moving towards the kitchen sink and filling it with lukewarm water.

"Open the other package while I wash this; I think it's the harness."

He follows her instructions, sliding the scissors along the tape and pulling out a grey plastic bag. Opens the bag and pulls out what appears to be red lingerie panties, but upon closer inspection, the front had a circular ring cutout to hold the dildo. He hums, opening the inside to see a secondary pocket.

"Oh, there's a space in here for your bullet."

Debby cheers as she pours soft soap over the dildo. She cleans it in a way that makes Josh's stomach tighten a bit.

It doesn't help that he's holding up the red pair of underwear and imagining her in it, little clips falling to attach to thigh-highs. He places it back on the counter and moves to put all the scattered shreds of cardboard and plastic into the trash.

When she's done cleaning, she places the dildo on the drying rack. Apparently, it needs to air-dry, so for the time being, Josh washes the lingerie and tries not to get too excited in anticipation.

They sit at the kitchen counter, pink and writhing in their seats.

"I want to tell Jenna already," Debby says after a minute.

His back straightens. "Shit, aren't they coming over tonight?"

A horrible realization dawns across Debby's features. "Oh, I forgot it was Tuesday! Damn!"

"Do we cancel?"

"No, I bought Flip 7 specifically for the four of us. If we cancel, Tyler might not come next time."

"Yeah," Josh agrees, not mentioning that if they cancelled, he might not play next time either. Card games aren't his thing.

"Ugh, I'm gonna be turned on the whole time they're here," she says, chuckling.

Josh squirms in his seat. "Don't you get turned on, or I'll get turned on, and then we'll really have a problem."

She bites her lip and presses her cheek into her palm. Blinking, big-eyed, staring right at him.

"Not helping," Josh says to her, springing out of his seat to go anywhere else.

He hears her laughter echo through the kitchen as he skitters away from her.

The game of Flip 7 is, as expected, not Josh's thing. It's better than most card games, but he's finding it hard to focus when the anticipation of getting fucked looms close over his head.

The four of them sit at the table, bright coasters wet from sweating cans of various coolers. Small plates of snacks scatter across the table, most resting near Jenna, as she sips on her Smirnoff Ice Berry Blast.

She grabs a card, and before flipping it, dips a cracker into the hummus and brings it to her mouth. Debby watches the action with a certain level of severity that Josh knows he isn't the only one still hot under the collar.

What's worse is Tyler forgot to shave his face today, so there's a small shadow of stubble across his jaw and upper lip, and it's doing something crazy to Josh's present state of indefinite horniness.

Tyler rolls the sleeves of his flannel up around his elbows and crosses his arms over his chest, forearm tattoos warping around the muscles there.

Josh's body reacts to this the same way he imagines medieval men used to react to a bare ankle.

"Zero! What do you mean, zero?" Jenna shouts, disheartened.

"That's actually good, because there's only one zero, so you're closer to having seven cards." Tyler says.

He is, of course, competitive. This is not surprising by any means. Josh remembers back in the van days, Tyler would make up the stupidest games for them to pass the time and would always get too deep into them. Games like Categories, the ABC game, and once even got heated over Guess the Song.

The memory warms Josh's chest. He wouldn't change anything about his life now, but he misses seeing Tyler every single day. Misses sleeping beside him in the back of the van, windows fogged, the soft pattering of rain hitting the roof. The way his face used to look in the moonlight as he slept.

Josh takes a large gulp of his drink and forces his gaze back to the table.

"Oh, okay, perfect then!" Jenna says, turning her head to Debby, who was staring at her. "You look like you're about to pounce."

Debby shakes herself out of her trance. "Sorry. Distracted. Okay, my go," she says, grabbing a card.

She places a second eleven and drops her forehead to the table.

Tyler points at her and cackles. "Busted again!"

"You gotta stop busting, babe," Josh says.

She lifts her head to glare at him. "Won't be saying that later tonight," she muttered.

Josh coughs into his can and kicks her under the table. She kicks back harder. A sharp hiss escapes his lips as he withdraws a card.

He busts.

"Ha!" Debby laughs.

"Okay, you and me, let's go," Tyler says to Jenna, rubbing his hands together like a fly.

It's moments like this, when he's grinning like a maniac and full of unbridled mirth, that he looks so much like a dad. Josh cards a hand through his hair as Tyler and Jenna go head to head, resting his temple against the heel of his palm.

Debby nudges his ankle with her foot. When he looks over, she takes a sip of her canned lime margarita and keeps it hovering over the side of her face as she mouths to him.

"I'm still turned on, it's driving me crazy."

"Me too," Josh mouths back. He places his hand on her knee and squeezed.

She clenches her jaw and pushes his hand away. Tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with her middle finger.

Josh grins and drags his index along the side hemline of her jeans, all up her thigh, until she slaps his hand.

"Seven!" Tyler cheers, breaking them from their daze.

"How much is that in total?" Jenna asks.

"Um," Debby scrambled to her notepad, counting the cards. "Okay, I have 145, Josh has 53, Jenna has 177, and Tyler… you're at 205. Tyler wins."

"53, Josh? Man, you're bad at this," Tyler says, pushing his cards into the pile before shuffling them.

"There's no skill involved; it's gambling." Josh says, staring at Tyler's hands as he bends the cards in a riffle shuffle.

"Nah, you just suck."

"Sure," Josh says. "Are we playing again?"

Tyler shrugs. "If you're so keen on being destroyed,"

Debby smiles. "Oh, he is."

Jenna barks out a laugh, shaking her head. "You two are in rare form tonight,"

She hums. "Something came in the mail today."

Josh jolts up, shooting her a look. Tyler is right there, tapping the cards against the table and wrapping a palm around his Corona bottle, looking at them.

"Debby," he warns under his breath.

She gives him a reassuring smile. "Josh, they already know."

And while this may be true, the sharpness of embarrassment begins to form from the core of him.

"Ooouu!" Jenna says. "How did you like it?"

Tyler lifts his Corona bottle and tips it to his mouth. Says nothing, but looks interested. Maybe a little nervous, too.

"We haven't done it yet. That'll be for later on tonight." Debby says.

Jenna sits upright. "Oh, are you… I don’t know how to say this cleanly. Josh, are you wearing a butt plug right now?"

"What!?" Josh almost shoots his drink out of his nose.

To his surprise, Tyler speaks up. "You need to prepare for this kind of thing."

"Well, yeah, but later."

"It takes a while for you to relax the first time. Twenty minutes at least, if you don't want it to hurt." Tyler says.

Josh really can't stop the blood in his body from pooling low at the image of Tyler bent over and getting stretched out for twenty minutes. He swallows thickly and wishes his shirt wasn't cropped so he'd have something to cover what is rapidly becoming a noticeable tent in his pants.

"Oh. Well, drinking will help, right?" Debby asks.

"Did you guys do any research?" Jenna asks, giggling to herself.

"It's not rocket science, Jen. It's anal." She retorts.

Josh places both elbows on the table and covers his eyes with his hands.

"Okay, well, you should know, so…" Jenna claps her hands together. "Welcome to Intro to Anal 101. I'll be your professor, Jenna Joseph, with my TA, Tyler."

"Why am I a TA?" Tyler asks.

His voice sounds high. The memory of Jenna saying he's very vocal springs to mind.

Jenna doesn't respond to this. "Okay, first things first, whatever amount of lube you guys think you need— you need more."

"Yes, Professor. Thank you, Professor," Debby says.

"Oh, and it needs to be water-based lube. Silicone lube isn't good on toys. What kind do you have?"

"I don't know, lemme go check," she says, and pushes herself out of the chair.

He hears her footsteps leave and the sound of glass hitting a coaster. Josh lifts his head out of his hands and stares at the sprawl of cards in front of him.

Tyler peers out the dark window, his gaze fixed on the outside as if a fascinating sight awaited him. A pink flush high on his cheekbones.

Josh's eyes met Jenna's, and he saw she was already looking his way.

"Are you nervous?"

Josh settles himself into a more comfortable position, trying to shut his brain off. He taps his fingernail against the side of his can and spins it to feign reading the back.

"Nervous isn't exactly the word. More new, I think."

She nods. "I mean, that's a good thing, isn't it? To keep things fun?"

"Yeah. I'm not used to being the, um…" he scratches his temple and doesn't look at Tyler. "The more submissive one."

"Believe me, it doesn't always mean that," Jenna says with a knowing smile as she takes another sip of her drink. She turns to Tyler. "Hey?"

He nods in agreement. "You can still be dominant,"

"Dominant and taking it up the ass?" He says out loud when his brain fills with static.

"Yeah," Tyler says simply.

He's a lot calmer speaking about this stuff than Josh was expecting, but he can tell by the way he's coiling a loose thread hanging off his cuff between his fingers that he's holding back a significant amount of anxiety.

Before Josh can respond through the hammer of his heart, Debby's makes her way back into the room and slams two lube bottles on the table.

Tyler's face heats at this, even more so as he recognizes one bottle is half-empty.

"Water-based," Debby says.

"Perfect!" Jenna says. "So Josh, do you know about douching?"

"Yeah, already did that before you guys came over. It was weird." Josh admits.

Tyler exhales a small laugh. "Is that why you're not eating?"

He didn't realize it was so obvious. "Yeah."

Jenna continues. "So Debs, first things first is preparing. Start however you normally do, just getting warmed up, and then you'll want to get him on his elbows and knees on the bed."

"Oh," Debby pouts. "I wanted to do missionary so I could see his face."

"You can, just probably best for the first time to do it this way. At least that's what me and Tyler did. In the future, for missionary, he'll just need a pillow or something under his ass to raise it up a bit."

Josh feels like he's dying. Every word puts a new image in his head, a new idea, burning him up on the inside. He wants to know. To see it. And Tyler was hardly a foot away from him, nodding along.

"And I don't know what you're like, but Tyler is crazy tight—"

"Jen!" Tyler squeaks.

Oh, Josh is dead. He died and is in hell, facing his punishment.

"So it can take a while to get to where you're relaxed enough to actually start taking it. I usually start with rimming at first to get—"

"Jenna!" Tyler says louder.

"What?"

"My God!"

"It's helpful!"

"It actually is helpful," Josh admits.

"Yeah," Debby says, finally sitting back down in her seat. "The only better way you could teach us is by being in the room when it happens."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Jenna says.

And the thing is, Josh knows Debby. Knows most all of her, the soft and hard, the weak and strong. He knows what she looks like when she's angry, annoyed, when she's relaxed and happy, and strung out on endorphins.

And the way she looks now, at this, is one he recognizes as her Oh, I didn't know how bad I wanted that face. It's the same face she gave him when he asked how she would feel if, in the heat of the moment, he spat in her open mouth. It was the same expression she wore when he first asked about marriage.

He knows at once that she very much wants them in the room when it happens. So, Josh, following his true nature, works to bring her desires into being.

"I'm down." He says.

Tyler's jaw drops. "Um, what?"

"I mean," Josh starts with a shrug, "if you guys are open to it, you could show us the ropes."

"Show you the ropes," Tyler says, "like you two watch us have sex?"

Debby's breath catches. "Yes. I mean, if— if it's not weird,"

"It's definitely weird," Tyler says, but he's smiling.

"Holy shit, is this happening?" Jenna says.

Josh has the same question.

"Why not?" Debby replies. "If all four of us are down. I don't mind if you guys see me naked. I feel like we've seen each other emotionally naked a million times at this point."

Josh's heart is in his throat, and he's two seconds from coughing it up on the game table and watching it thrash around the cards and coasters and bags of chips.

He makes eye contact with Tyler and finds his gaze dark and curious and oh, fuck, it's doing something to his dick.

"Everyone good with seeing everyone naked?" Josh asks.

The three of them nod.

"Alright," he huffs in disbelief. "Then we're doing this."

Debby smiles wide, taking Josh by the wrist and pulling him out of his seat. She glances down at his obvious boner and gives a dry, low chuckle.

"Get the harness from the dryer and the toy from the rack. I'll bring Jenna and Tyler upstairs."

"Okay," he says, breathless.

With a tug, she pulls him into a deep kiss, her fingers digging into his hair and working his jaw open. Before he can get too into it, she moves away.

This entranced both Jenna and Tyler, mouths slightly agape, and Josh quickly shuffles out of the room before he explodes on the spot.

When he makes his way to the kitchen, he leans against the white island with his arms facing outwards to catch his breath.

A glance at his crotch confirms what he already knew was true: he's rock hard from little to no physical contact. Embarrassing. The overhanging light is too bright for his heightened senses, and Josh picks the dildo up out of the dry rack. Heavy and cool in his palm. He goes to the laundry room and picks the red harness from the dryer.

The stroll to the bedroom mirrors the adrenaline-fueled anxiety he usually feels right before he goes on stage. He glances into the game room as he passes. Empty. Tyler, Jenna and Debby are upstairs waiting for him.

Approaching the bedroom door, he casually pushes it open with his forearm, and he wasn't sure what he was expecting to walk into, but it shocks him all the same.

Tyler flat on his back with one knee up, Debby to the left of him, head cocked, as she watches Jenna devour his mouth.

Her hands are all over him, his chest and jaw, all the way to his hair, the black cap he's been wearing flopping off his head onto the comforter. Her other hand explores lower. The bottom of his ribs, all the way down, until she's cupping the front of his pants – which has a significant pitch to it.

Josh salivates at the sight of it. With a shake of his head, he swallows it down, then nudges the door closed with his elbow.

"Hey," he says.

Jenna sits herself up, one hand still on Tyler's crotch while the other grips his jaw. He gasps at her retraction.

"Oh, hey. You got it?"

"Yeah," he lifts the harness and strap to view.

"Good. Debby, take your clothes off. Josh—" she lets go of Tyler’s face to throw one of his pillows on the floor. Points down at it. "Kneel."

Gazing at the pillow, he suddenly understands Jenna's words about his compatibility with Tyler. A soft thud of his knees against the floor as he kneels, the sound half absorbed by the pillow. With a soft rustle of blankets, Debby crawls off the bed and slowly makes her way up to him.

This wasn't how he thought this was going to go, but okay.

He places his hands on her hips and lifts his eyes to hers, observing as she rolls her shirt from her torso and over her shoulders. The action wilds her hair. The bra she's wearing is one of her nicer, lacier ones, and Josh wonders for a second if her and Jenna hadn't had this all planned out.

If they did, he doesn't care.

As he kisses her stomach, her hands caress his face. His fingers grip her jeans' waistband, drawing them down bit by bit, unveiling her hipbones and the tops of her thighs, until at last they pool around her ankles and she steps free. He kisses her hip, trailing his teeth along it, and then kisses the front of her underwear.

"There you go," he hears Jenna say.

Turning his gaze to the sound made heat flood his entire body, dunked into lava. Tyler had lifted half his body up on his elbows to watch.

The dim light of their lamp-lit room makes his eyes look impossibly dark, and though it was Jenna who was unzipping his jeans and feeling around the shape of him, Tyler was focused on staring right at him.

He kisses the front of Debby again, bit the elastic of her underwear and let it snap against her skin. Lowers his mouth to kiss her through the fabric.

She huffs. "Give it to me,"

He hands her the harness and dildo, and she quickly pulls her underwear off and tugs the red harness over her legs.

Damn, he thinks. She's not wasting any time.

She slots the dildo into the circular cutout and steps closer. The thing really does look like a real dick, hanging between her legs. Her knees bend a little as she wraps a hand around the base of it, postitioning it in front of his face.

"You ever suck a dick, Josh?" Tyler asks. His voice sounds different like this, all breathy and soft.

He closes his eyes, cheeks burning. "No,"

Debby lifts his head by his chin. "You wanna try?"

He nods, and Tyler makes a sharp exhale as Jenna thumbs at his slit. The sudden realization that she'll be jerking him off while he watches him suck on Debby's strap hits him with overwhelming force.

His dick throbs in his underwear. 

With no idea what he was doing, Josh shuffles toward the bed, dragging Debby and the pillow under his knees with him.

He wants Tyler to get a good view.

Jesus, he really shouldn't find this so unbelievably hot.

With a quick spit into his palm, he secures his hold on the strap and gives it a few short tugs. Debby's hair casts long, dark shadows across her rosy cheeks, her face a canvas of a wide-eyed mix of surprise and pleasure as he kisses the shaft of the dildo, licking and sucking just the length of it.

Her fingers find their way to the curls of his hair. A soft shiver runs down his back as her nails trail across his scalp. 

"Whoa," she breathes. "You look so good like this."

He hums. Takes the head of her into his mouth. He knows she can't feel it, but he's still careful to curl his lips over his teeth. His pants are tight as he slowly opens his mouth further, taking it inch by inch. Eyes fluttering shut to focus on the stretch of his jaw, the weight of it in his mouth.

It feels strangely nice. He wonders what it would feel like if it was real, all hot and twitching with blood. How it would feel if the hand on his head grew rougher, pushing on the back of his head, forcing it down his throat. 

"Fuck," Tyler hisses, and Josh groans around it.

Tyler was watching this. He hollows his cheeks, steadies his hands on Debby's hips, and bobs his head. Josh wonders, despite his desperation not to, how it would feel to do this to him.

"Watch," he hears Jenna whisper, so quiet, chin hooked on Tyler's shoulder. "Want it to be you? Think he could take it?"

"Jenna,"

"Oh, you're right. You could take his better, huh?"

Josh works his way down to the base of the strap, head tilting, mouth open as wide as he can, and gazes up at Debby.

Her fingers grip his hair. "Holy shit, Josh," she laughs softly, "you're a natural."

As he moves, he gets a little sloppier with it. Spit escapes the confines of his lips and wets along his chin. He eyes Debby as one of her hands leaves his head, crawls up the length of her torso, and cups at her bra.

The angle he has on her is radiant. Watching the way her cleavage moves as she pushes and squeezes at her chest. In his peripheral, Jenna has her head fully tilted to Tyler's ear, muttering a slew of vulgar things as her wrist twists under his waistband. And Tyler – oh God – Tyler is staring a hole into the side of his head, with his hand trailing along Jenna's thigh and curling between her legs.

She makes a surprised noise, then arches into the touch, pressing her mouth to the side of Tyler's throat. 

Josh pops off the dildo, gasps at the upturned head, trying to catch his breath. Glistening threads of saliva run down his chin onto the floor between his knees.

"Everyone is wearing too many clothes," he says. Makes eye contact with Tyler. "Take it off."

"Uh-huh," Tyler says immediately and follows suit.

Surprisingly obedient. He can't believe how right Jenna was.

Josh sinks back onto his heels, unbuttoning his jeans as he shrugs off his shirt and unbuckles his belt.

"I wanna see Jenna fuck Tyler with this," Debby says. "He can give you pointers."

"Pointers, okay. That cool with you, Tyler?" He asks, pushing his pants down to his knees.

When he looks up, Tyler is already half-naked, helping Jenna with the buttons on her shirt. He nods. "Yeah,"

"Is it weird if I say I missed seeing your chest tattoos?" Josh asks, raking over his form.

He laughs. "I'm not as fit as I used to be."

"You look good."

"From the mouth of Adonis himself."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Fuck," Josh grips the bulge at the front of his underwear, shuddering with relief at the pressure. "Don't say that to me right now,"

Tyler’s eyes follow the motion, and when he catches sight of the strain in Josh's underwear, his mouth falls open, fingers stuttering at the bottom button of Jenna's shirt.

She huffs and finishes unbuttoning for him, throws her shirt on the ground and then struggles a bit with her jeans at the ankles. "Take the strap off, Debs."

Debby slides the harness down her legs, lifting one foot so it doesn't touch the floor. Jenna leans forward, the bed creaking softly under her weight as she reaches for it.

"Josh," Jenna says with a cock of her head, "lie on the bed up with Tyler as I teach."

"Oh, sure," he replies, dumbfounded.

He springs up from his knees and crawls over the bed. It's a large bed, but with three people on it, it is starting to feel a little crowded.

With a tug, Jenna settles the harness around her hips, unclips her bra and slides it over her shoulders. She flicks her wrist, sailing it off the bed and out of sight.

"Hands and knees," she says, demonstrating with a fluid, circular sweep of her hand.

A rosy hue spreads across Tyler's face as he carries out her instructions, eyes darting away from Josh's. He couldn't make eye contact with him, not now, not while Jenna's hands roam his waist and back, coaxing his knees wider apart.

Jenna's face flushes with warmth as she presses a kiss just above his waistband and tugs the fabric down to his knees. With a shudder, Tyler feels Jenna's thumb press against him, his forehead sinking into the plush bedsheets.

She kisses the flank of his, honestly absurdly, nice ass. "Lube,"

Debby scrambles to the bedside table, fingers brushing against the cool wood as she passes the bottle.

Josh didn't know what to do with his hands as Tyler's head tilts to look back at his wife. He decides on folding them in his lap.

The view was unlike any version of Tyler he's seen before; all tense-shoulders and open-mouthed, soft puffs of breath escaping his lungs as Jenna presses against his asshole with the pad of her thumb.

Whatever little blood Josh had left in his brain shoots down to his dick. Unable to resist, he reaches out and fists Tyler's hair, fixing his head towards him.

"Look at me," Josh says, "I want to watch your face."

Tyler's eyes widen. Oh, he definitely likes that.

Jenna's pours cool liquid onto her fingers, her smile widening as she gestures for Debby to join her.

"Start with one, like this," she says to Debby.

Her middle finger, now slick, circles Tyler's hole before she presses it in, feeling the resistance up to her first knuckle.

He watches Tyler's face contort at the protrusion, and Josh commits it to his memory.

"How the hell did this ha-happen," Tyler stutters, before a velvety sigh escapes his mouth.

Josh's dick jumps. Without warning, he pulls his underwear down and off, nudging it over the edge of the bed with his foot. Tyler's hand grasps his knee, the touch sending a wave of warmth through his entire body as it slides up his thigh, brushing the tattoo of his name.

Tyler's eyes lock on his cock, and he bites his cheek hard to stop himself from diving open-mouthed right to it. Josh's fingertips brush over Tyler's scalp and he cups his jaw. Rough stubble against his palm.

"Can I kiss you?" Josh asks him.

Tyler nods in response, because he's sure that if he opens his mouth, he'd be unable to do anything but moan embarrassingly loud.

Josh leans down and meets his lips in a kiss, drawing every ounce of air from his lungs. It was too much all at once. Jenna presses deeper, eliciting a ragged gasp from him, a desperate sound swallowed by Josh's mouth. Tyler leans forward on his elbows, stroking along Josh's thigh, kissing him deeply, and it wasn't as abominable as it had been in his head.

It all clicks together in a chorus of 'of course' in Tyler’s mind.

Of course when they kiss everything makes sense and feels good. Of course. Everything with Josh feels good; why would this be any different? What the hell has he been torturing himself over all this time?

Searing heat pulses through him, hands instinctively seeking purchase all over the soft, freckled skin in front of him. His kiss is a frantic return, mouth devouring Josh's as his hands map the contours of his form.

With a gentle twist of her finger inside him, Jenna grazed against the spot.

"Oh, God," he gasps, severing from Josh's lips. He can't open his eyes. "Right there, right there,"

"I know, honey." Jenna says, curling her finger in again, opening him up.

Tyler rocks back against her, squeezing Josh's thigh.

"Doing so well," Josh says, spreading his hands all over Tyler’s shoulders. "Taking it so good."

Tyler sighs a broken thing. "Josh,"

"Yeah?"

"Put your dick in my mouth."

"Holy shit," he huffs. "I could come just hearing you say that,"

"Please," he begs, looking up at him with a certain desperation that lights Josh's nerve endings on fire.

He scoots down the bed, closer to Tyler. Grabs his cock and pumps it a few times in front of his face. Tyler's mouth gapes open, staring intently at him.

A small "Fuck," punches from Josh's lungs at the mere sight of it.

Debby hums, reaching down between her thighs. She perches a knee onto the bed and bites her lip. "Make him gag on it,"

Josh laughs, because what the hell, how is this his life?

His laugh breaks into a moan as Tyler wraps his hand around his cock and spits directly onto his head. His palm is so soft, but the pads of his fingers were rough and calloused from years of playing bass. He gives a few languid strokes before kissing his slit and swallowing down the length of his cock in one go.

"Jesus Christ," Josh says, head falling back to hit the headboard and grabbing a fistful of Tyler's hair.

Tyler buries himself down to the root, nose brushing his trimmed pubes. Josh's fingers curl in his hair, and he makes a desperate sound as Tyler closes his eyes and lets himself fall into the rhythm of bobbing his head and twisting his wrist as his cock punishes and pummels his throat.

Jenna shuffles forward, sticking a second finger inside of him. Her eyes widen in surprise, unable to process the lewd sight before her. Both her and Debby appear to enjoy the sight of Josh getting his cock sucked by Tyler. He can't say he blames them, really.

"Take it all, baby," Jenna says.

She's surprisingly strong, Josh realizes through a haze, as she nudges Tyler's legs apart and thrusts her fingers into him. As she moves, the flex of her arms have a certain enchanting quality.

"Fuck him already," Debby rushes out, trailing her hands along her body. She flicks her hair over her shoulder and sinks down on her own fingers, mouth parting with a small whine. Rolls her hips onto them, then moves to rub small circles around her clit.

Jenna tilts her head and smiles at her. "You like watching, huh? Want to watch me fuck him while he blows your husband, is that it?"

Her breath hitches. "Maybe, yeah."

"Yeah, pretty girl?"

"Jenna," Debby moans, eyebrows ticking up to a pleading.

Oh, Josh thinks. He's been so caught up in the insanity of this all happening, he hadn't considered the Debby-Jenna aspect of this.

If a tongue wasn't tracing a vein in his cock, he might've been able to think a little deeper about it, but as it stands Tyler's mouth is hot and wet and Tyler, so the most he can do is file it away for when he isn't three minutes from shooting his load down the throat of his best friend. His hand presses against the strain in Tyler’s neck, feeling the way it shifts as his cock stretches his mouth open.

"We should put you in the corner and see how close you get just from watching," Jenna says to Debby, pressing a third finger in and scissoring open Tyler's hole. "Tie a vibrator to your pussy at the lowest setting and wait for you to start crying."

Tyler moans around his dick, and Josh digs his fingers into his shoulder as the vibration of it hurtles through his entire body. Three things hit him at once. One: Jenna is cruel. Two: Tyler likes that. Three: Josh likes that Tyler likes that.

The same understanding dawns on Debby. She pinches her nipple and rocks against her hand. "Jen, you better start fucking him before I jump your bones."

"What's that?" She asks. When she sees the sheen coating Debby's fingers, she beckons her closer. "Hold on, let me feel you."

With a firm grip on the back of his head, Josh pulls Tyler off. Partly because he was getting dangerously close, and partly because if he was about to see what he was about to see, it seems a little unfair to exclude him. Tyler gasps with a pout, lips wet with saliva, but Josh angles his head to look back at the two women before a word can leave his mouth.

Debby scoots in next to Jenna, who uses her free hand to give a soft touch to Debby's stomach and trail down, and down, and down.

"Baby, you're soaking fucking wet," Jenna coos.

Debby's stomach clenches. She leans back on her elbows as Jenna dips her middle and ring finger between her folds, slow and rocking.

Tyler sighs against Josh's hip bone as her fingers slip out of him to grab Debby's hip instead.

"Yeah, yeah, oh my god," Debby rasps, spreading her legs for Jenna to work her way deeper.

She inserts her fingers inside her pussy with incredible ease, all heat and slick, angles her hand low and curls her fingers in the 'come hither' motion that she knows feels good whenever Tyler does it.

"Oh, fuck!" Debby shouts, clutching her wrist. "Please don't stop, holy shit,"

"Okay guys, change of plans," Jenna says, panting, turning fully towards her open and pliant body. A layer of sweat coats her hairline. "I'm gonna use the strap on Debby."

"Okay," Tyler says.

Jenna angles the strap to Debby's cunt and rocks her hips, using the meat of her palm to add pressure as she grinds it along her vulva. She thrusts, sharp, pressing the head of the dildo down hard against Debby's clit, a rhythmic pressure as she slides against her. Fascination grows within her, watching the way the dildo glistens as it becomes coated with her arousal.

Debby covers her mouth and moans into it, nudging herself down until Jenna grips at her hips and slowly sinks the strap inside of her.

Her jaw slackens as it fills her up, and when Jenna reaches between her legs with spit-slicked fingers against her swelling clit, she throws her head back and hooks her legs around Jenna's gyrating hips.

Tyler rises from Josh's stomach, his gaze locked onto his face.

"Hi," Josh says.

"Hey, so. I'm ready."

He tilts his head. "Hm?"

Tyler runs a hand down his flushed face. "If you want to, uh… I'm good to go."

He blinks at him.

Tyler visibly cringes, face scrunching up, head twisting to the side.

"Oh!" Josh jolts upright. "Yeah! Yes! Wait, I don’t have— is no condom okay?"

He nods, exhaling a puff of laughter. "All good. I imagine we're all clean here."

"Yeah," he says. Debby cries out in pleasure.

A dawning realization comes over Josh that he needs to fuck him absolutely senseless. He leans in and starts kissing him with this intent in mind, and Tyler can tell.

Josh pushes against him, a little more aggressive than his usual fashion if he's being honest, but Tyler seems to be very receptive to this if the incessant noises rising from his chest is any sign.

"You're so responsive," Josh murmurs in-between kissing his mouth and moving to the slightly scratchy plain of his throat.

His stubble is going to drive him mad. He runs a thumb along the skin at the side of his neck, tracing the angle of his jaw, then presses his lips to the spot where his pulse beats strongest. Tyler's hands cup his shoulders and chest as Josh sort of bullies him onto his back.

Josh moves to get a look at him, cupping his face, brushing the pad of his thumb over the apple of Tyler's cheek. His mouth tightens in a silent exhalation as he turns his head away. Josh taps his chin, feeling the stubble beneath his fingers.

"Look at me," he says.

Tyler's lip disappears between his teeth, his eyes dark, full of a mixture of lust and shame.

He takes in the sight with true veneration.

"How long did you want this?" he asks him, moving to splay his hands over the geometric tattoos on his chest.

"C'mon, man, don't ask me that." Tyler exhales, fluttering his eyes shut in embarrassment.

He certainly shouldn't find it as hot as he does. They have always enjoyed teasing each other.

"I wanted it for a long time. Too long," Josh says.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I hit on you the first time we met."

Tyler's eyes go wild. "What?"

With a chuckle, Josh drops his forehead onto Tyler's chest.

"No, Josh," he's pushing his shoulders up. "Are you being serious?"

"Um, yeah. But then Chris said you were a hundred percent straight, so I didn't want to freak you out."

"I–I mean, I am, but…"

Josh licks his hand and grabs his dick. Its hot and hard and wet, more than what he was expecting.

"Ah!"

"You sure?" he asks, twisting his wrist.

"Yes. Shut up."

"Okay. But the thing is, Ty, I'm not gonna fuck you until you ask me to."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Tyler hides his face in his hands and mumbles.

"Come on, use your words."

"What the hell is your problem?" he says between his hands.

Tyler gets breifly distracted by Jenna stuffing her fingers into Debby's mouth as she moans around them, but eventually finds his way back as Josh leans in close, grinning.

"Oh, what?" He asks, playful. "You always boss me around and tell me what to do. What's changed now, huh?"

"You're a megalomaniac, man."

He glances down. Squeezes around him tightly. "Feels like you like it a little."

Tyler thrusts his hips upward into his hand, then clamps his grip around Josh's neck. "A-ah, God, fine."

Josh tilts his head, his gaze fixed on him with a look of innocent expectation. Tyler's face is so handsome like this: mouth parted, breathing heavily, eyebrows knitting together in that perfect concoction of irritation and desire. Dark and a little deer-like. The weaving of soft features with a particular roughness he's gained only as he's gotten older.

Infuriating, really, how he gets even better-looking with each passing year. Josh is on track for a premature heart attack if the trend persists.

"Will you fuck me?" Tyler rasps.

"Yes," Josh says, then kisses him slow, open, coaxing a deep, guttural sound from him. His cock twitches in his hand, leaking pre-cum over skin.

He breaks the kiss, hovering just an inch. "Where do you want it?"

Tyler emits a pained groan. "My ass,"

He lets out a muffled chuckle, hands wrapping around Tyler's hips as he rolls him onto his belly. He maps out Tyler's body with his hands and mouth, kissing his shoulderblades, the dip of his long spine, the dimples at his lower back.

He bends Tyler's knee and lifts his hips for him, a maneuver that comes naturally. Debby likes it when he positions her manually. Seems like Tyler does, too. The view of him looking back over his shoulder, half-lidded eyes, is enough to make his dick feel like it's about to explode.

He grabs the lube and coats his fingers.

Tyler grunts in annoyance. "I'm already ready,"

He shakes his head and slicks his cock in lube. The cool liquid against the sensitive skin makes a stuttering moan come out of him. He grabs a handful of Tyler's round, soft ass and kneads at it. 

Tyler's hands clench into fists, the soft fabric of the comforter bunching beneath his grip. "For the love of— pick up the pace, man!"

And oh, Josh likes his attitude quite a bit. He thumbs at his asshole and decides he wants to piss him off a bit more. Leans down and licks a stripe across his hole. Stretches it open with his thumb and takes the time to dip his tongue just past the entrance. Tyler moans, muffled by him stuffing his face into the mattress.

He grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks it upward. "None of that, I want to hear you,"

Tyler's breath hitches. Pupils blown. "Please don't make me come before you even put it in me."

Josh pushes Tyler's cheek to the bed, his head hitting the fabric with a soft oof, and shoves his cock into him.

The noise that comes out of Tyler in response is absolutely obscene, and Josh can't help the low, satisfied groan that leaves him as tight heat envelopes the length of him.

"You feel so good, holy shit," Josh says. "So tight for me."

Tyler pants, chest heaving, looking half up at him. Josh gently releases his fist in his hair to caress the back of his neck and glide down his shoulders to his waist.

"Am I okay to move?"

"Huu-uh?" he sounds dazed.

"Can I fuck you now, Ty?"

His eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Shifts his palms flat against the bed. "Hold on, stay still. I'm trying not to come."

Josh cups Tyler's balls, heat pooling low in his stomach. "Just hold it."

"Just hold it," he echoes incredulously. "I'm trying to, but you see, your huge cock is buried in my ass."

"Well, it's certainly in there, yeah. I think yours is longer than mine, though."

"That's not the point," Tyler whines. "It's massive."

Josh laughs. The motion causes Tyler to clench his jaw and stiffen his body.

"O-oh fuck, oh Jesus, you're so deep,"

"Think you can take it if I…" Josh moves out of him, bit by bit.

"Fuck, Josh," Tyler’s voice pitches all high and airy.

He's always had such a beautiful voice, but like this it's something else. Josh could easily see himself getting addicted to all the little noises he could coax out of that talented throat.

"Hold on," he says, "just hold on for me."

Tyler inhales, face coated in pleasure as he bites down hard on his bottom lip. Slightly adjusting his position, he strains to get a better look at Josh as the latter fully exits him.

Josh lines himself up, spreads Tyler's cheeks, and hitches himself back in.

A drawn, ragged sound rushes from his lungs. Josh knees Tyler's legs further apart and snaps his hips with real ferociousness. Every slap of skin drawing out small 'ah-ah-ah's from him.

He works at the curve of his ass as he rolls his hips forward, filling him up, and in between feeling the relaxed, pliant muscle, he grabs the bottle of lube and dribbles it on the shaft of his cock before he pushes himself back inside the crushing warmth of his hole. Time holds still as he rocks into him, grabbing and scraping his blunt nails over his hips and thighs.

He ruts at a precise slant and Tyler loses it, arching his back and stretching his arms out over his head. Everything – the lines of his shoulder blades and curve of his spine, his tight hole swallowing all of Josh – is almost too much to bare.

"Right there, oh god, yes, so f-fucking good, please, please," Tyler says.

All Josh can do is chase after the sounds of begging and elation. He feels his brain go hazy with it all, like he's fried his mind with too much important information at once.

Even after spending decades getting to know Tyler intimately and understanding all his quirks, Josh was still learning more about him.

Mainly, where his prostate is and how to abuse it.

Tyler's hips move, his body chasing to meet each thrust, shifting up onto his elbows. His abandoned cock aches with each push and pull, every breath transforming into a plethora of needy whines that border on whimpering.

The noises grow more and more desperate, teetering on sobs. A heartless, irresistible idea comes to mind. Josh grabs his hips in a firm clamp, stopping the both of them from moving.

"What's wrong?" he asks, and the second Tyler opens his mouth to speak, Josh plunges back into him, fucking with a rapid, insistent rhythm.

The cruelty was worth it for the stammering yell in response that echoes off the walls.

"Fuck! I ca—can't hold on much longer," he all but cries.

"Yes, you can, can't you? Just a little while,"

"Josh, please, I need–"

"Not yet, hold it for me, okay?"

His nostrils flare, violent flush spread across his face. "Please, please, let me– I need it so bad, fuck me, just fuck me," he blabbers, sinking his head to the mattress so he can look back at Josh's flushed face.

Josh's stomach flutters and tightens. An ever-tightening pressure winds itself around him internally, escalating electrifying jolts surging through his frame.

"You can to it, wait for me,"

"Why? Why?" Tyler's voice becomes a thin, reedy sound, barely audible as he pleads. "I can't, I can't,"

He eases up, but keeps his hips maintaining a slow, consistent rhythm that waxed and waned in intensity. The noises of skin against skin, of gasping breaths, and the heavy, wet sounds made him feel as though he was about to lose his mind. He has no idea how much longer he could last, either. Every few seconds of this brings a sudden understanding of the astonishing reality he's somehow found himself in.

With his stomach against Tyler's back, Josh leans over and reaches down between his legs. Tyler's cock drools, red-hot. Josh gives him a weak squeeze, and his body convulses with every punch of movement as he thrusts into him.

"I'm gonna—"

Josh plants a kiss on his shoulder, breath warm against the skin. Fucks him deep. "Okay, that's okay,"

"Fuck," he squeaks, chin pressing against his chest. His whole body rigidifies, a board-like tension, and Josh continues his relentless assault. "Oh God, Josh, Josh,"

"Come on," Josh beckons, pressing his cheek against his back. "I got you, baby, I got you."

A ragged, guttural sound tears from Tyler's throat as he comes, hot over Josh's palm. Eyes closed, scarlet across his neck, his breath exiting his body in waves. A silent sob leaves his mouth agape in a broken curve.

It was enough to send Josh over the edge. A tremor runs through his hips in a stuttering movement as he's overcome with pleasure, spilling right inside of Tyler.

"Oh, shit," he groans between Tyler's shoulder blades.

With his full weight pressing down on Tyler's back, the mans knees give way, sending them both flat onto the bed. He exhales with a puff, drawing Tyler into a tight embrace, completely unconcerned by the residue clinging to his hand and the bedsheets.

They stay there like that for a moment, catching their breaths, skin slightly damp with sweat. Tyler reaches behind him to drape his arm over Josh's side. 

At a rhythmic rocking of the bed, Josh lifts his head, and there was Jenna. Bare and unashamed, her harness and underwear tossed aside, sitting on Debby's face.

When that happened, he didn't know, but Jenna was sure having a good time with hands wrapped around her thighs and a tongue stuffed in her cunt. She leans forward, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, as she rests her weight on her palms and circles her hips.

Debby is putting in the work, sucking and licking and fucking her with her tongue. She rakes her nails over the soft flesh of Jenna's thighs, down her sides and lower stomach. Josh feels a little proud, to be honest.

"Oh God, oh—oh God," Jenna whines, eyebrows pinching together.

Josh nudges his nose to the back of Tyler's neck and breathes in the scent of his hair. Coconut shampoo. Exertion. The scent of just him.

Perhaps he should feel a certain amount of jealousy, hearing the distinct sound of Debby moaning as she laps around Jenna, but he really doesn't find it in him. Not even from a hypocritical standpoint. He simply doesn't mind. If he wasn't so strung out from just coming, he might even find it hot.

Who is he kidding, he still finds it hot.

"Debby, I'm close, I'm— oh, your mouth—" Jenna tenses up, and Debby takes her queue to slot her fingers into her pussy and flick the meat of her tongue over her clit. "What the fuck, oh my god, I'm c–coming,"

Jenna's thighs quiver around Debby's head, and Debby slows as her walls pulse around her fingers and a slightly acidic liquid coats her tongue. She stills there, heaving.

When the rise and fall of her chest calms, she hauls herself up off of Debby and flops on the bed.

Josh chuckles to himself and spreads his hands all over Tyler's waist. Debby sits up, wiping her chin with the back of her wrist, and lays on Jenna's stomach.

Tyler sighs softly. Lifts his head. "You're still, uh," he makes a vague hand movement.

"Hm?"

"You're still in me."

"Oh!" Josh says.

He braces his hands on Tyler's lower back and slowly eases his cock out of him. Tyler makes a small whine as he slips out, and Josh kisses the back of his neck and sits up.

"Let me get something to clean you up, one sec,"

"Okay,"

Josh throws his legs over the side of the bed, and is faced with the huge portrait of him and Debby hung on the wall. Moves himself off the bed to the nearby bathroom. Takes a facecloth from the shelf. Runs the tap, waits with his hand underneath the rush of water until it goes lukewarm and dampens the facecloth with it. Wrings it out enough so it doesn't drip.

He's trying to not overthink this. To quell the burst of questions that rake over his mind, curling in all the creases of his brain. When he looks in the mirror, he's unsurprised to find his face coated in unbridled anxiety. He's never been good at hiding his feelings from bubbling up on his face, and every attempt to smoothen it out only makes it look worse.

He had sex with Tyler. Debby had sex with Jenna. They did this at the same time.

His life is not real. He busies his hands with the facecloth as he returns to the bedroom.

Debby has since shuffled up to Jenna's face and was brushing her hands through the strands of her hair, talking in hushed tones. Jenna is smiling, nodding, running her hands up the ridges of Debby's ribs and kissing her on the chin.

It's so incredibly tender that it almost stops Josh in his tracks, but Tyler glances at him with a level of worry that immediately makes his own anxieties calm and his desire to reassure flare.

Okay. He's not alone in feeling this. That's something.

The bed squeaks under his knees as he crawls on the bed. He takes the facecloth to Tyler's ass, wiping the cum that leaks out. Even as he passes through the post-coitus fog, Josh is shocked by how thick Tyler's ass is. Like what the fuck. A whole bakery. It's nuts.

Tyler throws his arm over his eyes and trembles a breath into the crook of it.

"You okay?" Josh asks, hesitant hand against his thigh as he flips the cloth to the dry side and wipes between his cheeks.

"Yeah. Cold."

An obvious lie. He rolls Tyler on his back and cleans his stomach and the little wet spot on the bedsheets. Tyler swallows, somewhere between awkward and exhausted. When he's finished wiping him up, he chucks the cloth to the ground and lays next to him.

His tanned shoulder is warm against his, and Josh makes the decision to not allow the anxious thoughts to ruin what could be good, sliding his arm against Tyler's and slowly curling their fingers together.

His thumb traces Tyler's knuckles, and his breath slows as he flutters his eyes shut.

"So, um, was that a foursome?" He asks the ceiling.

Jenna bursts out laughing.

Debby soon follows, and then Josh, and then Tyler. Four naked bodies sprawled across a bed, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

"Whew," Debby says, wiping her eyes. "Yeah, dude, I guess it was. Holy shit."

"Never in my life did I think I would ever, and I mean ever, do that." Jenna says. "But honestly, I mean– if it was going to be with anyone, of course it was going to be with you two."

Josh is where their skin meets, and where their skin has met. With his eyes closed, the only sensation keeping him to Earth is the feeling of Tyler's hand in his, and the human sounds of Jenna and Debby breathing.

"Yeah," Debby agrees. "I think once we're all back in reality, we need to talk this over."

"I'm in reality." Tyler says. It's the most he's said in a while.

Debby chuckles softly, pressing her nose into the soft curve of Jenna's neck. "Should I just say something then?"

"Go for it,"

"This shouldn't be a one time thing," Debby rushes out.

Relief washes over Josh. He squeezes Tyler's hand. "I agree."

"Me too," Jenna says. "And I mean, I got distracted, so we kind of have to, right?"

Josh laughs. Right. Right, he wasn't supposed to end up fucking Tyler at all. Jesus.

"Yeah, we didn't even teach them anything, Jen." Tyler says.

"I know! God, we'll have to come over again soon to go over all the steps."

Josh could say something about how he now has experience in anal, but decides to keep his mouth shut as to not break from the flimsy reasoning.

"That sounds good to me," Josh says.

"Perfect." Jenna responds.

Debby echoes the word into the woman's collarbone. Tyler brings Josh's hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles.

And in that moment, it really was perfect.