PLATONIC🌺⌠J.T⌡

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"TYLER, JOSHUA IS waitin' for you!"

"Comin', momma!"

Tyler bound down the stairs, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders and a giggle escaping his lips. He stood on the balls of his feet and gave his mother a quick kiss before running out the door.

The sight of Josh's cerulean pickup brought a bright smile to Tyler's face, his dimples making themselves known for the first time that morning.

The brunette pulled open the passenger seat door and hopped in, pressing a kiss onto Josh's jawline before buckling up, causing a beaming smile to radiate from the elder.

"Well good mornin' to y'too, peach," Josh laughed, taking ahold of Tyler's left hand and placing a chaste on his knuckles. "Might I say y'look mighty stunnin' t'day?"

Tyler giggled, swatting at Josh's bicep playfully. The elder grinned, his tongue protruding from his teeth as he pulled away from the curb and began their drive to school.

"Well, I think y'look very handsome, bear."

Josh awed, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "Why, thank ya', peach. Means a lot t'know a beaut like you thinks I'm handsome."

Tyler flushed in his seat, playing with the hem of his skirt in his lap. "Well, y'are," he whispered shyly. Josh watched Tyler from the corner of his eye before placing his hand gently on the brunette's exposed thigh.

"Peach, nothin' could compare t'your beauty. You're the prettiest, most gorgeous boy I've ever laid my eyes on, y'hear? Don't let nobody tell ya' otherwise."

Tyler felt his face burn all the way up to the tips of his ears and he nodded slowly. His eyes, however, were still focused on Josh's hand, placed tentatively on his thigh and rubbing circles into the soft skin. The taller boy quickly noticed and, thinking Tyler was uncomfortable, began to pull his hand away, but the younger quickly snatched Josh's calloused fingers and placed them back on his thigh.

Josh warily eyed his own hand, not sure if he could trust himself with the boy in his grasp. He experimentally squeezed the pudge, swallowing thickly as he heard a tiny whimper fall from Tyler's lips.

Josh snapped his hand back to the steering wheel, the truck suddenly feeling much hotter than before. He didn't notice Tyler's small pout or glare in his direction, as he was too focused on trying to slow his erratic heartbeat.

The things that boy did to him...

"Y-y'shouldn't let people touch y'there, peach, or anywhere else b'low your stomach. If someone does, y'let me know straight away, okay?"

He almost added something along the lines of, "because I'm the only one allowed to touch your perfect skin," but was able to bite his tongue.

Tyler huffed in his seat, a pout on his face.

"But I like when y'touch me there, bear; my tummy feels fluttery, and my body gets hot all over."

Josh's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and all air left his lungs, his eyes blown wide. He choked on nothing with a chorus of coughs, and Tyler gasped, reaching over the center console to pat the elder's back softly.