" Hey baby, I'm gonna hop in the shower real fast," Josh called from the bathroom.
" Okay," Tyler replied, flicking his thumb over the screen of his phone. He settled deeper into the sheets of the hotel bed, and smiled to himself as he read over some of his texts from Josh. He scrolled deeper into them, his heart skipping a beat when he came across a picture Josh had sent him.
It was Josh, shirtless and sitting in the sheets of their shared bed at home. He had red marks streaked across his chest from Tyler's nails. He had scratched him when he was fucking him after a show, and it had left a mark for a few days.
Tyler swallowed hard at the memory, shifting. He glanced at the bedside table to see Josh's phone sitting there, face up. The idea came across Tyler's mind that there were probably outtakes of the picture he had sent him.
He sat there, chewing his lip for a minute or so before his curiosity got the best of him. Tyler quickly grabbed Josh's phone and typed the password in.
He quickly swiped across the screen and tapped on the gallery app. Pictures of Josh's friends and family and some of his favorite art pieces from fans quickly flew past as Tyler looked for the picture Josh had sent him.
Once he found it he quickly tapped on it. He swiped left and right finding exactly what he wanted to. There were several different angles, all of them made Tyler's stomach clench and his breath quicken. He scrolled deeper into his photos before coming across one that almost made him moan out loud.
Josh was just in boxers, his hand tucked below the waistband. He was definitely hard, you could see the imprint of his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Tyler huffed and dropped Josh's phone on the bed, breathing heavily and running his hand through his hair. His sweatpants were growing tight around the crotch and he heard the water shut off in the bathroom.
Tyler's heart thudding deafeningly in his chest as Josh padded around in the bathroom for a minute before walking out. As if he read Tyler's mind, he had a shirt on his still-soaked torso, making the fabric stick to his chest.
" Is that my phone?" Josh asked, pausing in the middle of drying off his hair. Tyler swallowed hard.
"N-no, uh," Tyler stammered, trying to cover up his crotch and the screen of Josh's phone at the same time. Josh dropped the towel and jumped on Tyler.
"What? What are you looking at, I'm not mad I just wanna see," Josh laughed as he spoke, grinning and pinning Tyler's flailing hands to the bed. Tyler covered up his squeak as a laugh.
Josh's face faltered a second after he got ahold of the phone. Tyler stared at the phone's reflection in Josh's darkening eyes and swallowed hard. He watched the smirk grow across Josh's face.
" Ah, I see you found my pictures. Do you want an explanation on why I have them?" Josh questioned, his voice switching almost immediately from a laugh to a low purr. Tyler's mouth opened and closed as he scrambled for something to say. Josh raised his eyebrows at Tyler, whose face was growing hot. Josh leaned away from him and scrolled through the pictures of himself.
" This is a good one-" Josh had started to say and Tyler took the opportunity of his momentary distraction and darted out from under him, grabbing the phone from Josh's hands. He darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind him, his chest heaving as Josh smacked the other side of the door.
"Hey! What are you doin' in there! I'm not done with you yet, Princess," Josh called from the other side of the door, rapping his knuckles on the solid wood. Tyler whimpered and slid down the door, biting his lip and inched his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants.
