chapter-xiii replied to your post “augh but look how NOT ticklish hoechlin is and i bet he’s all casually unintentionally mean about tickling, the way NONTICKLISH PEOPLE OFTEN ARE, THE JERKS, and just tickles dylan and tickles him and tickles him until dynan’s just like CRYING on the ground getting snot everywhere and kind of twitching and pleading and pink and then tyler accidently gets a little too close, a little too rough, and surpise!! dylan comes in his pants and tyler just sort of stares down him with his mouth gaping open”Jesus fuck, why is everything you write about this man so hot? *fans self* Write more and then cobble it all together into a pdf file of short Hobrien pornlets because I need them in my life. ;_;
It would turn into this kind of understanding between them. Like Dylan gets that there’s something happening…and Tyler gets that he can DO this something with Dylan…but it’s not all clear.
Maybe it starts light, tickling that turns into exploration, Tyler watching his hands slow and move, feel Dylan, hands running all over his body. And Dylan’s laugh quieting and him watching too. And when he tries to help, goes to tug his tee-shirt up, Tyler suddenly grabs his wrist strongly and pins it to the wall.
And they just make eye contact for a long few heartbeats before Tyler frees him again.
Then they’re playing video games and Dylan kicks at him playfully until Tyler grabs his ankle. Dylan thrashes so Tyler grabs his other ankle and he HOLDS them down. Down. While Dylan’s chest rises and falls rapidly, eyelids heavy. Tyler holds them down and then, just slightly, he parts Dylan’s legs by pushing his ankles apart. Then Posey is like “Hey, the pizza is coming in ten, can you guys get some money out?” from his bedroom and Tyler frees him.
And then one night they just…can’t stop. Like they’re laughing and mock-wrestling (rolling around) then pausing to pant and shiver a little as Tyler keeps catching him, PINNING him.
Pinning him and then letting him go like a cat playing with a mouse. Letting Dylan scramble away and then getting him down with very little struggle again, one hand hard to Dylan’s nape, mashing his cheek into the floor, and the other pinning his wrist behind the small of his back. (Dylan responds to this one the strongest, lets out a moaned "Shit yes—" at it.)
They go for a long time until Dylan finally gets off, hips hunching against the floor helplessly the whole time until he suddenly goes still and tight everywhere and then starts shaking while he moans “Oh god, oh my god Tyler—”
(The whole thing is endless foreplay to Dylan and what finally gets him is Tyler pinning both his wrists to the floor while forcing his legs apart with a knee.)