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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Twenty_One_Pilots
  Relationship:
      Josh_Dun/Tyler_Joseph
  Character:
      Tyler_Joseph, Josh_Dun
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-09 Words: 2013
****** a rebel with(out a) cause ******
by duplighoul
Summary
     Okay, so maybe Josh has an exhibitionist streak. Totally not his
     fault.
Notes
     (title graciously taken from goodbye copenhagen - new politics)
     dedicated to sarah bear ♥
See the end of the work for more notes
Tyler’s finishing up with washing his hands when the bathroom door swings open.
He pointedly ignores the jump of his heart and focuses more than enough
attention on getting all of the soap off his fingers. He hears footsteps coming
closer, and then someone’s pulling his arm.
 
Josh pulls him to the hand dryer on the wall while Tyler blinks at him
curiously.
 
“Josh?” Tyler blinks. He didn’t expect Josh to be on this end of the school. He
doesn’t get the chance to hear Josh’s reply, because at that moment his hands
went under the vent and warm air shoved its way out of the machine. ‘These
stupid things never fail to do the opposite of their purpose,’ Tyler thinks
absently, watching the water droplets roll off his skin and slowly fade into
oblivion. He looks at Josh and realizes he was talking the entire time.
 
“What?” Tyler tries over the obnoxious blare of the hand dryer. Josh’s lips
move again, but Tyler can’t make out a word.
 
‘Why is your voice so deep?’ Tyler lectures Josh mentally, as if he could hear
him. ‘If your voice wasn’t so deep, maybe I’d hear you.’
 
But, despite the stern mental talking-to, Josh’s mouth keeps moving (‘stop
staring at his lips you weirdo,’) and Tyler tries again, a little louder.
“What?”
 
Josh speaks a little louder, but Tyler still can’t hear him. Then the hand
dryer stops, and all Tyler can hear is “–blow you.”
 
Tyler’s heart definitely skipped some beats. “What?” He asks because he’s still
sure he didn’t hear right.
 
Josh rolls his eyes and grabs the collar of Tyler’s shirt, and kisses him
roughly. Tyler can’t muffle the noise of surprise that comes from his throat as
Josh pushes at his shoulders without breaking the kiss. They stumble backwards
into a stall, Josh slowly brushing his tongue over Tyler’s lips. Before Tyler
could open his mouth, Josh kisses his jawline and moves to his neck. Tyler
swallows the nervous feeling bubbling in his throat and tilts his head to give
Josh better access. His arms are keeping him balanced, one forearm against the
white wall and the other leaning against the steel of the stall.
 
He gulps again before saying, in a hushed tone, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
 
Josh grins but doesn’t reply. He sucks at the junction where Tyler’s neck ends
and where his shoulder begins. Tyler groans quietly and tries to hide his face
in his shoulder. Aside from the harsh, albeit quiet breathing and the telltale
sound of clothes rubbing against each other, there’s no way someone would know
that two people were in the first stall. Josh’s hands are slowly rubbing
circles on Tyler’s hips to above his ribs underneath his shirt. Tyler hums
around clamped teeth and feels his back tense slightly.
 
“You’re not usually this quiet,” Josh mumbles against his skin, making Tyler
shudder.
 
“We don’t exactly frequent public sex.” Tyler counters, biting his lip and
trying, however failing to keep his breathing in check. Josh nods his agreement
and tugs at Tyler’s belt.
 
He says, “Why do you even wear this?” at the same time Tyler says, “You didn’t
even lock the door!”
 
Josh looks into Tyler’s eyes, playfulness bursting from his irises and a smirk
so dangerously sly it makes Tyler’s stomach turn. Tyler glares at him and looks
from the door back to Josh, telling him with his eyes to slide the lock into
place. Josh’s smirk turns into a smile as he turns to securely lock the door.
As he’s doing this, Tyler fumbles with his belt buckle.
 
When Josh turns to see Tyler shoving down his pants he frowns. While he’s
undoing his jeans he says, “That was my job.” Tyler rolls his eyes and pulls
Josh up for a kiss.
 
When Josh pulls away, he sinks to his knees. The sight makes Tyler’s stomach
churn nervously with anticipation.  He says, “Shut up and just get this other
with.” Josh hasn’t broken eye contact with him, and Tyler feels obliged to
stare back at him. Josh starts slowly massaging Tyler’s thighs – barely
touching his skin, and then Tyler sees his own dick twitch. It’s so surreal and
weird that he hides his face in his shoulder again; he’d be fine if they
weren’t about to do this in a God damn public bathroom – in school, no less.
 
Josh says “But then it won’t be as fun,” as his hands start pulling Tyler’s
underwear down. Tyler stiffens noticeably and Josh quickly looks up at him.
 
“Tyler.” He stopped pulling down Tyler’s boxers; only the few ending hairs of
his happy trail are visible. Josh knows there’s a tan line from the summer
break they’ve had. “Tyler,” Josh says again, more urgently. When he doesn’t
hear a reply, he stands and grabs one of Tyler’s hands.
 
“Tyler.” He says quietly. Josh can see Tyler’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows
nervously (a habit he’s always had,) and can barely hear the broken humming
noise Tyler makes. “If you don’t wanna do this, we don’t have to.” It nearly
pains Josh to say this because he’s painfully hard and he loves seeing Tyler
unwind and let go, but if Tyler doesn’t want this then he’ll stop.
 
Tyler gulps to help his suddenly dry throat and shakes his head. Josh sighs
patiently and says “Ty, look at me.”
 
Reluctantly Tyler moves his head slightly so that he could see Josh; he blinks
innocently.
 
Josh asks again, “Do you want to do this?”
 
Tyler takes a faulty breath and says, “Yeah, yes. I do. Want this. Having you
blow me. Yeah.”
 
There’s a beat where Josh stares at Tyler until they both start giggling. Josh
covers his mouth to try and stifle the laughter blossoming in his throat, and
Tyler’s shoulders are shaking, hand covering his own mouth.
 
Josh is still recovering from the laughing fit when he leans in to kiss Tyler
briefly. “Such a smooth talker,” he says, pressing his lips together. He can
feel his own shoulders shake from the effort it takes to not burst out
laughing.
 
The hand that was covering Tyler’s mouth is at the back of Josh’s head. Tyler
says “Shut up and blow me,” before pulling Josh back in for a kiss.
 
Josh’s shoulders are still twitching when he’s on his knees, pulling down
Tyler’s underwear the rest of the way. His lips are pressed into a line, and
Tyler feels a little emasculated.
 
“Dude, seriously?” Tyler frowns down at him. His face heats up when Josh looks
up at him. The sight is fucking hot; Josh on his knees, dark mocha eyes
innocently transfixed on Tyler, his own dick merely centimeters from Josh’s
mouth – it’s too sexual and intimate for a public bathroom. He takes a deep
breath, exhales slowly through his nose, and looks at the space on the floor
next to Josh.
 
Without breaking his gaze, Josh slowly takes Tyler’s cock in his mouth. The
slow, agonizing heat makes Tyler bite his lip. He shuts his eyes and fights
every impulse to think unsexy thoughts.
 
‘Josh is doing this for you, dummy.’ Tyler mentally scolds himself. ‘Enjoy it.’
 
When Josh’s throat tightens and contracts around Tyler’s dick he accidentally
lets out a broken groan before covering his mouth with a hand. His other arm is
shaking from the amount of effort he’s holding back, struggling against the
urge to fuck Josh’s throat. Tyler doesn’t expect Josh to take him entirely, but
when he does something snaps in the back of Tyler’s mind – a single cord that
held his self-control together.
 
The hand that was resting against the now warm steel of the stall is gripping
the back of Josh’s head, hips thrusting forward slowly. The strained, nearly
suffocating heat of Josh’s mouth transcends when he feels the head of his dick
hit the back of Josh’s throat. Tyler’s vaguely aware that he’s making noises
and that his breathing is echoing in the bathroom, and he tries to stifle them
as best as he can but when Josh swallows around him, he can’t help the loud
moan that passes his lips.
 
“Fuck, Josh,” Tyler groans quietly. Josh’s hands are on his hips, pulling them
faster, and then slowing down. Tyler lets him and just bathes in the feeling of
Josh’s throat easing around his dick. He feels Josh’s tongue lick and swirl on
the underside of his cock and it’s too hot; he’s wearing too much clothes and
the stall is way too small for the both of them.
 
Tyler remembers that they’re in school and chokes on another moan. ‘This is so
illegal,’ Tyler thinks.
 
One of Josh’s hands reaches for Tyler’s back and pushes so that Tyler leans
forward. Tyler’s about to voice his confusion when he feels Josh’s hand massage
his ass. Tyler’s still rocking into his mouth; the hand at the back of Josh’s
head is gripping the hair there firmly. Josh’s other hand reaches behind Tyler,
too. Tyler doesn’t even notice until he feels both hands spread his ass open.
The cold air takes him by surprise and he gasps harshly.
 
Josh’s hands knead his ass and it makes Tyler feel so vulnerable, so open. He
can feel his hips thrusting faster and harder, electricity is sparking on the
bumps of his spine. He’s so close he’s almost crying; he’s holding his breath
because he doesn’t trust himself to be quiet and the lack of oxygen reaching
his brain makes visuals fuzzy and heightens feeling – when he feels Josh’s
finger brush against his hole, Tyler chokes on his spit and comes down Josh’s
throat.
 
Tyler squeezes his eyes shut as his hips stutter to a stop. His hand is still
gripping the back of Josh’s head, keeping him in place. He feels Josh’s throat
work to swallow down his come – his semen and Tyler feels his face flush.
 
‘Really, that’s what’s gonna make me blush?’
 
Josh slides his mouth off Tyler’s dick with an obscene popping sound and makes
Tyler wince. The cold air on sensitive skin makes Tyler’s head even dizzier. He
pulls his underwear up and carefully stuffs his dick in it. Josh is coughing,
one hand covering is mouth and Tyler realizes, a bit belatedly, that Josh
swallowed.
 
“Shit.” Tyler says, awed.
 
Josh coughs a little more and says “What?” His voice is absolutely shot. It’s
one of the greatest things Tyler will ever hear.
 
Tyler gapes at him. “You swallowed the- the. Y’know.”
 
“Well, yeah.” Josh says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
 
It’s a little awkward; they’re staring at each other while they get their
breathing back to normal. Then Tyler exclaims “Do you need me to…?” Tyler waves
a hand towards Josh. Josh looks down at his pants and looks back up, shaking
his head.
 
“I think we should get out of this bathroom before somebody walks in.” Josh
says, changing the subject. Tyler nods and helps Josh off the floor. Tyler
pulls his jeans up and hesitantly glances at Josh. He’s out of the stall,
standing in front of the sinks stretching out of the wall, dabbing lightly at
the stain on the front of his jeans. Tyler’s cock twitches tiredly at the image
of Josh coming in his pants, and he groans quietly. Josh catches his reflection
in the mirror and grins.  Tyler quickly looks away and shuffles out of the
stall.
 
“There’s no way we’ll be able to get out of here without being caught by one of
the teachers.” Tyler’s facing the door, leaning against the wall.
 
“Who says we’re going back to class?” Josh asks, walking past him. The stain is
still painfully visible on Josh’s pants but he has no shame.
 
Tyler ignores his question and says “Isn’t that a bit, I dunno, uncomfortable?”
Josh shrugs and opens the door, bowing dramatically.
 
“Ladies first,” he says. Tyler rolls his eyes and, as he passes Josh, grabs his
outstretched hand. Together they run down the hall and out the school doors,
hand in hand.
End Notes
     alright so this maybe took two weeks. but at least i got it done
     right?
     let me know what you think!
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