#blind!tyler

Warnings: Ambiguous Ending, Murder, Disabled Character, Internalized Homophobia, Blackouts (memory time loss), Violence

Words: 9.421

he plants his hands on josh’s chest, skims his palms down so that they’re cupped over josh’s hardened nipples. the way josh is sweating makes it hard for tyler to hold on, but he does his best. as he sinks down onto josh, feels the thickness stretching him open and making him hard between his legs.

there’s a rather unsexy squeak that he realizes came from him and he tries to hide his face in his bicep.

but josh’s fingers are at his jaw, pulling him back to center. “don’t. i wanna see.”

tyler nods and feels his eyes slip shut.

josh taps his chin. “don’t close your eyes either.”

he opens them, but frowns as he starts to slip back and forth on josh’s cock, loving the way the head nudges his prostate with every rut. “it’s not…” tyler shakes his head, grazes his nails at josh’s slick chest. “…i don’t know what you like about them.”

“they’re beautiful,” josh says, and his warmth comes closer all of a sudden. he’s leaning up, taking tyler’s wrists in his hands and wrapping them around, so that he can lock them at the small of tyler’s back. “ride me, ty. as hard as you can.”

the whimper that escapes him doesn’t sound as stupid as the squeak did, and he starts to bounce, legs cramping under him because they don’t do this very often. and he certainly can’t claim to be the diligent gym rat that josh is.

even so, he manages to get a few good bounces in, burning in his thighs devolving to a low hum, before he loses his balance and almost slips sideways right off of josh.

there’s a shuffle and josh releases tyler’s wrists, plants his hands instead warm and steady on tyler’s shoulders. tyler hugs at josh’s neck, or tries to. one of his hands glides down to josh’s bicep, the other pressing itself between josh’s shoulder blades.

they both laugh, josh knocking his forehead against tyler’s. “sorry.”

“no need. i thought i could.”

by the time josh crawls onto the bed, his thick, warm thighs pressing in on either side of tyler’s hips, tyler is pulling at the restraints holding his wrists at either bedpost.

josh’s hand is moving fast over his cock, slick wet sounds surrounding everything tyler can hear. the smell of the blueberry lube, the syrup josh drizzled over tyler’s lips, the whipped cream he squirted on his belly. he’s hot and cold all over at the same time.

“josh, please-”

“you don’t want me to untie you yet, do you?” his voice is obviously meant to be teasing, but he sounds close.

tyler wonders how long he’s been edging himself.

“i really, really do.”

there’s a shaky breath and then josh’s hands undoing the bindings at tyler’s wrists. he brings them slowly together in front of tyler’s chest, rubs at his forearms. “you okay?”

“yeah. shoulders kinda hurt from being stretched, but it’s fine. just can’t make any sudden movements.”

“right.” josh plants a sweet kiss on tyler’s forehead and tyler whimpers. “you want me to fuck you now?”

“yes, god, please.”

josh shimmies back and tyler instinctually rolls back as well, against the pillows, where he pulls his knees back toward his chest.

there’s the pop of a cap and the overwhelming smell of blueberries again and then josh is prodding at his hole with two lube-coated fingers.

tyler jumps. “cold.”

“sorry. kinda impatient here.”

“it’s all good.” it’ll warm up eventually anyway, he wants to say, but moans instead as josh’s fingers slick inside, scissoring him open and making him toss his head against the pillows.

the one closest to his nose is josh’s, so he grabs it, feels the strain in his shoulders as he does. he hugs the pillow close and buries his face in it, inhaling josh and feeling his cock drip onto his belly.

“you have me right here,” josh says, somewhat annoyed.

“stretch me faster and maybe i can smell you instead.”

suddenly, josh is poking a third finger in alongside the first two, this one dry.

tyler howls and josh puts a hand at his waist, thumb brushing soothingly along his heated skin. “it’s okay, ty. you look so good, baby. so handsome, so sexy.”

“t-tell me. tell me how-”

“tight. and wet. everything’s so slick with lube, shiny. your ass is actually reflecting the candlelight,” josh laughs.

“candles?” tyler sniffs. “i can’t smell anything.”

“unscented. didn’t want ‘em to distract you.”

tyler’s heart swells in his chest and he scrabbles for josh, needing him close. “god, fuck me. now, please. i don’t care if i’m not ready, i-”

but josh is already slipping his fingers from tyler’s ass, pushing his legs further back with messy hands, and pressing the head of his slick cock past tyler’s tight pucker.

tyler wraps his arms around josh’s neck, brings him down and kisses him. well, tries to. he kisses his cheek first, then his jaw, then finally finds his lips and lets their tongues meet, tasting syrup and sugar and josh.

josh tied him up with the assurance that he wouldn’t touch him. there would be only sound, until tyler got so hard and needy that he demanded josh untie him. but not until then.

what josh forgot is that tyler’s sense of smell is also amplified. so he’s hard and leaking before josh even starts doing whatever it is he has in mind.

“my boy’s so pretty all laid out for me. hard already.”

tyler doesn’t know what he looks like, doesn’t even really know what constitutes pretty or handsome or beautiful or all the words he reads in the books he likes. all he knows is that josh likes him.

loves him, actually.

“i can smell you,” tyler sighs, chin resting at his chest. his cock twitches between his legs and he feels a bead of precum dribble down the shaft.

“what do i smell like, ty?”

he sniffs and hums. “like sex. are you hard already, too?”

“yes. want me to start?”

tyler grins, stifling it into the skin of his upper ribcage. “how funny would it be if i chose now to reveal that i’m not actually blind?”

there’s a riffle of air in front of his face and tyler reels back against the headboard, confused.

then he laughs. “josh. were you really just checking to see if i’m really blind?”

“stranger things have happened,” josh mumbles, and tyler can’t say anything else before he starts to hear this odd squelching sound, slow at first, then getting faster.

like the sound macaroni and cheese makes when you stir it. but he’s almost positive that’s not the sound of mac and cheese.

“is that…”

josh grunts, and the wet sounds slow again. “c’mon, ty.” he sounds breathless already. “tell me what it is.”

tyler licks his lips, hips jerking against nothing. “you’re…jacking off?”

“mmh, yeah. using more lube than i normally would. so you can hear.”

“fuck,” tyler mumbles, closes his eyes. even though there’s no reason to. “fuck, josh, that’s…i can smell…blueberry?”

“yes. that’s the lube. smell anything else?”

tyler’s the one grunting this time, cock giving a tiny little spasm between his legs. he tips his face up toward josh and sniffs again. “is that…honey?”

“close. here.” josh’s warmth is suddenly in front of him, and the smell of whatever sweet thing tyler clung onto is more prominent. “is it okay if i touch you?”

“yes. please.”

something warm and sticky touches tyler’s bottom lip. he flinches momentarily, then laps tentatively out. it’s sweet. very sweet.

he gives another few licks, sucking the rest of the substance off of josh’s thumb and then giving another long suck to the digit for good measure, just to make josh moan.

“syrup,” tyler says.

tyler has his glasses on when josh comes in, fingers ghosting over the bumpy braille of the book he’s reading. his nostrils flare, smelling smoke and citrus and something distinctly josh - sunshine halo and hot, fire. it really wasn’t a surprise to tyler when josh told him he was dyeing his hair yellow next.

of course, tyler had never seen the color yellow, but he had had it described to him many times. in his opinion, it suits josh.

“ty.” josh’s voice is gruff, low. he’d been talking a lot at work again.

tyler whimpers because he can’t help it, shuts the book and tosses it aside. he hears it fall to the floor with a thump and then the shuffle as josh picks it up and sets it on the nightstand.

already trembling, tyler throws the covers off of his legs and throws his thighs wide, clad in only a pair of boxers. “daddy.” he knows josh can see how hard he is. “please, daddy?”

“okay.” josh’s voice is closer now, bed dipping as he climbs on. his nose hits tyler’s temple, gentle, slides to the frame of the glasses and bumps it. “gotta take these off, though.”

tyler knows what he looks like without his glasses on - abnormally light eyes. so people can tell he’s blind. that’s why he wears them in the first place.

he whines because. he doesn’t like not having them on, go figure.

“please?” josh says, echoing him. he nips at tyler’s jaw, and his hand is at the curve of the inside of tyler’s thigh. he smells so fucking good. “please, ty, wanna see you.”

so tyler takes them off. rips them off, actually, but holds them gently out for josh to take so he doesn’t break them.

there’s a clink as josh sets them on the nightstand, then he’s crawling between tyler’s legs, arms beneath tyler’s knees as he slides his lips all along the sensitive skin of tyler’s thighs. “thank you.”

tyler shrugs. “i know you like seeing them.”

“yes.” josh is kissing him suddenly, knocking him back against the pillows even as tyler ruts up, rubbing his erection insistently at josh’s stomach.

he’s never seen what josh looks like, will never know exactly what the colors josh puts in his hair mean or the color of his eyes or his skin.

but he can tell by the way his stomach clenches, the slender cut of his hips, the smooth lines of his jaw, the way he laughs. that josh is handsome. beautiful, even.

not to mention the way he smells. so soft and whole and surrounding tyler, pulling at his boxers and then scrambling around to presumably get rid of his own.

tyler keeps a hand on josh’s large bicep, just resting, so he doesn’t lose track of where they are.

when josh goes to blanket himself over him again, however, tyler pushes. “i wanna be on top again.”

there’s a gentle breeze that tyler knows means josh is nodding, so tyler leans up, follows the movement of josh’s body down onto the mattress and then swings a leg over his waist.

he loses his balance, as he so often does with no point of reference as to where he should put…well, anything. his leg goes flying off the edge of the bed, but josh is there to pull him back, letting him just rest on his chest for a moment.

his hands are in tyler’s hair, and tyler sniffs at his collar. “why’d you put that on?”

josh shrugs. “i really smell better with it.”

to people who aren’t blind, tyler thinks.

“i doubt that. cologne is gross. and it throws me off.”

“when we’re done, i can take a shower. how about that?”

tyler slides down so that josh’s cock, already hard and wet at the tip, is resting against the small of his back. “please fuck me. i, um…i stretched myself earlier. i knew you’d be home and i’d want it so…please?”

it’s kind of embarrassing the way tyler gets hard so easily for josh. it’s even more embarrassing the way he’s humping him now, without even realizing, driving his cock down against the ridges of josh’s stomach.

josh picks him up, saying nothing, and then drops him down onto his cock. tyler opens easily around him, keening and arching his back.

josh feels so solid inside him, that smoky smell invading his senses and making him twitch. his balls draw up and he shakes, bending down to swipe his lips at josh’s jaw.

he finds his chin instead, planting a gentle kiss there before mumbling, “joshie. fuck me. c’mon, please.”

he’s kinda palming himself through his gym shorts, listening to the clinking of the weights and the whirring of the machines. but what he latches onto the most is josh, grunting and groaning as he does…whatever he does here.

mostly weightlifting, owing to his biceps that are the size of tyler’s head.

tyler crosses his legs and whimpers, hoping his erection is sufficiently unnoticeable. josh smells like he does when they make love - sharp and warm and kind of like cinnamon.

josh stops grunting and sighs. “ty? you wanna try anything out?” his voice is coming closer, footsteps shuffling on the carpet.

tyler stands from his seat and latches immediately onto josh’s arm, turns himself so that his boner is poking at what he thinks is josh’s thigh. “no, i…” he leans up, searches around the side of josh’s face with fumbling fingers until he finds his ear, which he cups his hand around and whispers, “i have kind of a problem. if you couldn’t tell.”

he gives a quick thrust against josh’s leg and from his position near josh’s shoulder he can smell the sweat pouring off of him in rivulets, can feel the way it pools near his watch.

the showers are muggy, tyler still trying to hide his erection against josh’s leg.

he hears the drawing of a shower curtain and starts to whine, whimpering, “are we alone yet?”

“yes,” comes josh’s voice, but he sounds far away as he starts to tug at tyler’s clothes, first his shirt and then his shoes and socks, and lastly his shorts.

tyler clings to him with both arms around his neck, pulling at the back of his own sweaty shirt.

josh chuckles. “patience, ty.”

“can’t. especially when i’m fully naked and hard and you’re nowhere near either.”

it’s true - josh isn’t hard, from what tyler can tell when he reaches down, finds the front of josh’s mesh shorts mostly flat.

“not about me,” josh murmurs, and then he’s pressing tyler against the wall, still damp from whoever showered in here last. “just wanna get you off.”

tyler sniffs and then sniffs again, giving a frustrated grind into josh’s middle. “please just take your shirt off. can smell you better, then.” he pauses. “and turn the shower on. don’t want anyone to hear us.”

josh says something about him being pushy, moves him out of the way of the stream, and turns the water on lukewarm.

“so,” tyler says, just as josh wraps a hand around him. “a-aren’t you worried about your clothes?”

“why?” josh asks, and his voice comes from somewhere below tyler’s shoulder, head no doubt inclined so he can watch himself jerk tyler off.

“b-because…” tyler trembles against josh, between him and the shower wall, smelling josh’s sweat and the way his hair dye drips down the sides of his neck. josh always says it has no smell to him, and tyler’s response is always but you’re not blind. “…your clothes are gonna get soaked with the shower on.”

Warnings: disabled character, blind!tyler, fluff, based on a short film

Words: 3.042