DISCLAIMER – This is a story about the two bandmates from the band Twenty One Pilots.
It's fictional. I'm sorry Tyler & Josh for this, you're just very cute/hot.
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The gig was over. Teatro Metropólitan, Mexico City.
The crowd had been electric and the venue was incredible, but the heat was intense. Neither of them had sweated that much on stage—perhaps ever before.
They'd stayed behind to speak to fans, which they were always happy to do, but all they wanted to do was get back to the hotel and shower.
Eventually, they said goodbye and one of the backstage staff arranged for an uber to pick them up. Josh and Tyler waited outside, hoping the night air would cool them down.
"I'm sorry, man—I've gotta-" muttered Josh as he pulled his vest up and over his head.
His body glistened with sweat.
Tyler watched as the fabric clung to him as he slowly pulled it away. First revealing the prominent `V' where his stomach met his crotch, then his abs, then his nipples, extended in the heat.
His hair, currently red and shaved at the sides, stood on end as the vest was finally removed, still soaked in sweat.
Josh folded the vest once and then threw it over his shoulder, before turning to Tyler and smiling.
"That was gross," he snorted, "it's been clinging to me since we got off stage—I don't know why I put it on, shoulda stayed like this."
"Ummm... yeah," mumbled Tyler, "I guess."
"I honestly thought I was gonna pass out at one point on stage. That's gotta be the hottest gig we've ever done, right?"
The words were barely registering. Something had happened, and Tyler couldn't figure out what it was.
He'd seen Josh shirtless—more than shirtless—more times than he could count and it'd never had an effect on him. But seeing him just then... no. It was nothing. He was semi-delirious from the heat and the exhaustion. That was all.
"Tyler? Everything okay?"
"Oh... erm... yeah."
"Uber's here. Let's go."
Tyler hurried into the back of the car on the driver's side, while Josh went around to the passenger side. He tried the door, but it failed to open.
"Oye!" shouted the Uber driver, "la puerta's broken, I'm taking it to the shop first thing in the morning—tendrás que subir. Climb over."
Tyler's heart began to race.
Josh appeared at the door on his side.
"I can move..." Tyler started.
"Nah, you're strapped in, it's fine."
Before he could protest, Josh's weight was on him. His body pressed against his own. Josh could see the individual beads of sweat hanging from the fine hairs on his chest. The colourful blur of his tattooed bicep passed him by, and then it was gone.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime. He was panting. His mouth was dry. And he felt hotter than ever.
Josh sat down and sighed.
"Man, I can't wait to get back."
Tyler didn't reply, he was still processing everything. He didn't even notice the growing tightness in his pants straight away. His cock was straining against the waistband of his underwear. He moved to cover it, and sat awkwardly for the entire ride back to the hotel.
When they arrived at their shared hotel room Josh called first dibs on the shower, which worked for Tyler, it would mean he'd get some time alone to figure things out.
They both dumped their stuff, used the bathroom, and then Josh started the shower.
Tyler lay down on the bed after tugging off his t-shirt and pants, and searched for his phone. He needed to speak to Jenna. He was sure that'd set his mind straight.
But where was his phone?
He searched but couldn't find it anywhere.
As if he couldn't get any more anxious, his heart started beating even faster, and he started to feel sick.
After searching the entire hotel room, he realised he'd either left it in the bathroom, or he'd lost it.
He knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey Josh... is my phone in there?"
There was a pause.
"Yeah, it's by the sink, I can see it."
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief. Another pause.
"Come and grab it, the door's unlocked."
He opened the door and was met with a wall of steam. He made a beeline for his phone, resisting the temptation to look...
He grabbed the phone and stopped. He couldn't help it. He looked.
The shower was a walk-in, and it was just plain glass, no distortion. The only thing covering Josh was condensation.
He could see the outline of his bandmate clearly, he could make out the muscles on his back, his shoulders, he could see the curvature of his ass, the dark, wet hair on his legs. He stood there, just looking. Then he noticed something.
Josh's has his back to Tyler, and his one arm was pressed against the shower wall, while the other was mostly hidden from view. His other hand was where his cock would be, and his arm was moving, and he was moaning, softly.
Tyler's breath caught in his throat, and his hand automatically trailed down to the growing bulge in his underwear.
Josh wasn't stopping. He wasn't slowing down.
Tyler had a momentary panic, the instinct to flee rising in his chest so quickly he thought he might be sick. But, Josh knew he was coming in here—He invited him in. And there he was, jerking off, like it was nothing.
Some time had passed now, and Tyler had been fondling his dick through his boxers to the point where he it was fully erect. Josh knew he was still in the bathroom. He had to know. Then he spoke.
"Can you close the door," he breathed, panting slightly, "you're letting the steam out."
Tyler obeyed. He didn't even consider that Josh had meant for Tyler to leave and shut the door behind him.
He couldn't have seen, but Josh smiled as a little and bit his lip before he turned around. He faced Tyler and slid the shower door open.
Tyler could see everything. The shower was still on, and the water flowed down his shoulders, down the front of his heaving chest, past his belly button, following the trail of that sublime `V' right down to his erect cock. The water travelled down the length of his shaft and dripped temptingly from the end of his cockhead.
Josh leaned against the shower wall, and wrapped his hand around his meat.
He began to stroke, biting his lip and letting the water wash over him.
Tyler pulled out his dick, unable to resist, and began to massage it.
Josh's eyes ran down to his bandmate's tool and he groaned loudly.
It was too much. Josh began to pump his cock faster, clearly bringing himself the edge. Tyler followed suit, his ecstasy greater than any he'd felt before.
Then Josh cried out—a guttural, primal shout. His mouth fell wide open and his cock visibly twitched as it shot ropes of cum across the bathroom. Some of it landed in the shower, most of it landed on the bathroom floor, and a small amount landed on Tyler's wrist.
That was all it took. Tyler came quietly, a strange mixture of shame, relief and euphoria washed over him as his cum added to the small puddle on the bathroom floor.
The two bandmates looked at one another awkwardly.
After a few moments of silence and averted eyes, Josh grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and then left the bathroom without a word. He shut the door behind him.
By the time Tyler had finished his shower, Josh was fast asleep.
They had an interview first thing the next morning, they wouldn't get chance to talk properly until after that...
Tyler's dreams that night were confusing and arousing at the same time. Like a whole new world of terrifying possibilities had opened up to him... to both of them.
If you guys enjoyed this, drop me an email at JJFreeman42@gmail.com and maybe I'll do Part 2. Maybe I'll make this a series... who knows? Me probably, at some point.
Thanks for reading!