joshler

top tyler, bottom josh

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last night, the two boys had played hard for their fans. they had taken showers and immediately went to bed once they got to the hotel, not even bothering to eat.

tyler had awoke before josh with a light yawn, gazing out the window. the curtains were closed, but plenty of light still shined through and spilled into the room.

"joshie," tyler hummed, catching the attention of his sleepy boyfriend, who was clinging to his side.

he was curled up into a little sweaty ball, his curly hair sticking to his forehead. he was wearing one of tyler's baggy t-shirts and some alien boxers. he looked absolutely adorable, to say the least.

"hey, ty," he responded tiredly.

tyler turned to face the other boy, pulling him closer to his chest. "good morning, my sweet boy."

josh whimpered, which confused tyler greatly. he moved josh slightly to see his face better, but that just made him whimper again.

"what's wrong, sweetie?" tyler asked gently, examining josh.

he lifted the shirt up gently, making josh blush slightly. he saw a big bulge in the boxers and smirked.

"baby's hard? this early?" tyler teased lowly, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"uh-huh," josh responded, beginning to grind on tyler's knee under the sheets.

"there you go, sweet boy. tease yourself for a bit while daddy gets himself hard," tyler commanded, josh immediately doing so.

tyler didn't have to put much work into getting hard when his pretty boy was rubbing himself on his leg desperately, little moans spilling out of his pink lips.

as soon as his bulge appeared, he moved his leg away from josh. that left the boy whimpering, which was exactly how tyler wanted him. begging.

"tyler, give it back," josh whined, trying to grind on him again. tyler grabbed his hips to stop him.

"not yet, sweet boy," the brunette muttered, leaning in to kiss josh all over his face.

he soon reached down and slipped josh's cute boxers off, exposing his member. he gently teased the tip with his thumb, earning a moan from the boy.

"good, baby?" tyler whispered, making josh nod and press into his finger. "now now, don't be needy."

tyler reached for his own boxers and pulled them off, exposing his dick as well. he smirked, watching josh's face flush at the sight.

tyler leaned in, kissing the lips of his boyfriend hard. josh kissed back while the brunette grabbed their dicks and began jerking them both off.

josh moaned sweetly into the kiss, which gave tyler access to the rest of his mouth. he stuck his tongue in, growling at the friction below.

the two captured each other's pleasurable noises in the kiss. while tyler stroked the bottom of them both, josh rubbed their tips with his thumbs.

they both moaned into their mouths, going faster and faster by the second. the both were right at the edge before tyler stopped, leaving josh whining.

"turn around, baby," tyler demanded. the other boy did as told, sticking his ass up for tyler.

"ooh, please fuck me, daddy," josh begged, gripping the bedsheets in between his fingers.

tyler didn't need to be told twice to thrust deep into josh, moaning loudly. josh moaned as well, feeling full with tyler inside.

"i'm gonna fuck you good, baby," tyler whispered, beginning to move at a slow and steady pace. josh was already begging for more, but tyler kept it slow.

"daddy please, harder," josh whimpered, which made tyler speed up.

soon, the brunette was ramming in and out of josh quickly, muttering profanities every now and then. josh was screaming into a pillow every time tyler slammed hard into his prostate.

"i'm gonna cum, daddy!" josh shouted, beginning to jerk himself off.

"me, too, baby," tyler replied, trying to keep quiet. they were in a hotel, after all.

after several more violent thrusts, they both came with loud moans. they collapsed onto each other, not even bothering to pull out.

"good job, my sweet boy," tyler praised, petting josh's head.

"can we get a few more minutes of sleep?" josh asked, curling into tyler's side.

Everyone filed out after their small celebration, some teammates jokingly throwing insults, and some genuine. Josh wasn't really included in any of this. Everyone moved to a bar next door, and that's when the party truly began. A few beers were passed around, and everyone broke out into yelling. The bright haired boy didn't drink, nor did he want to. He sighed and put his head down. The bright lights became brighter as the world outside got darker.

Loud music pulsed through the club, and Josh felt everything move to the beat, including inanimate objects.

A random brunette came and sat next to him. He smelled of strong alcohol. "Hey, you look lonely as shit." He laughed. His laugh was deep, just like his voice.

Josh slowly sat up, scanning the boy. "Oh, uh, yeah, you could say that. This isn't really my scene." He said shyly.

"Well now you're a little less lonely. I'm Brendon. The second basemen." Brendon nodded his head slightly, and Josh smiled back at him.

"Salutations, Brendon. My name is Josh, pleasure to make your acquaintance." The boy said, and he realized his words were probably too complex for the intoxicated boy to understand, as he tilted his head and let out a small 'huh?'

"Nice to meet you." Josh rephrased, and Brendon nodded in sudden understanding. The two had basic small talk, and he didn't think Brendon could comprehend half of it, because he looked beyond lost in his own world.

Another brunette, much smaller than Brendon came over. He looked at Josh, making a face of slight disgust and he began trying to pull Brendon away, who was mumbling something about... sheep. Josh suddenly became angry. He was talking to Brendon, what was so important to the point where Tyler needed to pull him away?

"Come on, Bren. We don't talk with people like him." Tyler said to Brendon as if he was his child. Josh overheard, and snarled slightly.

"People like what, exactly?" He asked, staying calmer than he wanted to be. Tyler realized he heard him, and Josh swore he saw him flush in either awkwardness, embarrassment, intimidation, or all of the above.

"The competition." Tyler said simply.

"You sound like a homophobic mother trying to pull her son away from getting 'contaminated.' We were having a conversation that he's too out of to comprehend." Josh stood up, but he quickly realized Tyler was practically towering over him.

"Listen here, Pipsqueak. I'm not down for him to have you as a friend, then feel sympathy for you when we absolutely destroy you at championships." Tyler snarled, standing over him.

Josh was about to say something, but nothing came out. He was tomato red, and Tyler pulled Brendon away.

What a great celebration.

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TYLER

Okay, he felt terrible for that. The way the Josh's eyes crinkled in anger, the way he spat his words until Josh felt reduced for nothing. Perhaps he used his anger from Jenna skipping out on him on Josh. He ran a hand through his hair. He sat Brendon next to his teammates, and then went on a hunt for the boy.

He found the boy, sitting outside. Josh couldn't see him, so he watched him for a few moments.

The boy sat on the concrete, the cold breeze blowing through his hair. The stars shined like crystals, shining down on him like a spotlight of his own.

Oddly enough, he looked beautiful.

No. That's crazy. Tyler was straight. He had a girlfriend that he loved more than anything. Completely straight, he liked boys.

GIRLS-- he liked... girls. Only girls.

Tyler went and sat next to Josh, who just stared at him for a few moments. "I'm-- I'm sorry for that. It's been a rough day, and you didn't deserve to be lashed out on." He said quickly. Josh held a smile on his face a few moments after.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I completely understand. It's been a difficult day for me too." Josh said, looking down.

"Okay. Well-- I uh-- just wanted to say if you want to talk to Brendon, that's completely fine. Just be careful with him, he's... something else when he's drunk." Tyler chuckled, and so did Josh.

"Actually, I think we should talk." Josh said, looking at him with these dark eyes that made Tyler's heart melt.

Then his phone went off.

Damn.

"I should probably take this." Tyler said, and Josh nodded slowly, looking back down. Then the brunette was off, checking his screen. It was Jenna.

"Hey baby! What's up?" Tyler said, and then he heard anything but what he wanted to.

Moans, coming from the other line. Jenna's moans. At first he thought it as her being a tease to him, then he heard another guy.

His heart broke.

Tears fell onto the screen as he quickly hung up. She must've dialed him accidentally while in the process of... that.

He stormed out back to Josh. He held back tears as he said,

"J-Josh? Can you g-give me a ride home?" Tyler's voice cracked and he involuntarily stuttered. He saw Josh flash a face of concern before nodding quickly, grabbing his car keys out of his back pocket. He waved Tyler to follow him before setting off.

The street lights made the street dim instead of dark, yet it still looked terrifying.

Tyler had always been afraid of the dark. Ever since he was a child, it's always been something that terrified him. He hesitated to go down the street, and Josh quickly noticed.

"Nothin' to be scared of." Josh said, and then he grabbed Tyler's hand. Tyler felt his cheeks involuntarily heat up, but he stayed slightly behind Josh, their hands still connected.

They soon made it to Josh's car, which looked rusty and beaten down. It didn't exactly look to the point of spontaneous combustion yet, but it definitely wasn't in the best shape either.

Josh pulled his hand back, and Tyler quickly retracted his too. The brunette was waved to the passenger seat by the other male, and he sat down, staring blankly out of the window. He didn't look anywhere else until he felt the cat begin to move. Tyler quickly told him the address of the apartment.

The entire ride was comfortable silence. Tyler appreciated how Josh didn't pry about why he was crying. He was simply being a good... a good friend.

They soon made it to an apartment complex, and Tyler went to get out, before turning back. "Hey, Josh?"

"Yeah?"

Josh went home with the boy he just met, not knowing what he got himself into. This was probably one of the most horrifying nights he ever had.. but then another new person stepped into his life, showing him that not everyone just sees the bad in other people.

rating: okay (warning: contains sexual abuse)

wordcount: 4023

a collab with @fanficsandideas

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Josh stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. As Josh likes really hot showers, his mirror was totally steamed up. He reached out to it with his hand, wiping it clean with his palm. He opened the drawer underneath his sink looking for his hairdryer, which was buried underneath a shit ton of cosmetic products from his roommate Liz. He quickly dried his hair and stepped out of the bathroom. He shivered as he entered the hall. "Shit, I left the windows open again. No wonder I'm freezing like what not." He walked back to his room, digging his fingers into the towel so it wouldn't fall off. The yellow-haired guy already picked out his clothes earlier that night so he just had to slip them on. He turned around on his heels, watching himself in a full body mirror hanging on the wall. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a white tank, vans on his feet to complete the look. Liz was sneaking her way to his room and entered without knocking the door. "You look great, what jacket are you gonna wear?" Her compliment made Josh smile all over his face. "Thanks, I thought about just a casual one, probably the denim jacket I bought at the mall last week." Liz picked it from his clothing rack and helped him put it on. "Daaamn, I can tell the boys will be after you! Super cool!", this made Josh smile again. "Alright, guess I gotta go. See ya tomorrow." He gave her a quick hug before checking his pockets for his stuff and leaving the apartment. The club he chose was just around the corner. The security at the door already knew him, so no need for Josh to pull out his ID or anything. "I see, you again. Alone this time?", the man said. "Yeah, just really down for a good party, ya know?" They both laughed at this and Josh made his way through a knot of people standing at the entrance. It was already 2am, so the place was quiet crowded. He first went to the dancefloor because the DJ was playing one of his favourite tracks. He didn't know the name. That's the thing with electronic music, there's mostly no singing in it - just like classic - so it's hard to find out the name of it. Josh quickly found the rhythm of the beat, showing off his moves. He just knew he's a good dancer. After a few minutes someone joined him. It wasn't the scene you see in normal clubs. This was underground, no small groups standing in a circle shaking their hips to the latest charts. Underground means dark basements, loud techno music with a bass so strong, you can feel it through your whole body. Everyone is facing the DJ, it's like moths, all wanting to go near a strong light. That's the way Josh explains it, but he always pleads that you'll have to experience it for yourself, otherwise you won't understand what this is about. The guy was standing next to him, pounding his feet on the floor to the beat. Josh just glanced at him, then focused back on the DJ. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to the boy, just starring at him. He hated when someone broke his flow. "Hey, wanna go out for a cig?" Josh doesn't smoke but he just nodded, the guy was somehow fluttering him. He followed him outside. "I'm Brendon by the way.", he handed Josh a cigarette, "you smoke?" Josh shook his head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Josh, Josh who doesn't smoke tho." Brandon put the cig away, lighting his own after that. "No problem tho, I wish I would've never started doing it. You alone here?" Josh was mesmerized by his brown eyes. "Uhh, yeah. I sometimes go downtown on my own. I always meet new people here. Just like we just met." The brown-haired guy nodded his head in agreement. "Same, also came here alone tonight." He flicked his cig away. "Wanna grab some drinks and head back to the dancefloor?" "Sounds good.", Josh replied. Brendon ordered a water for his self, Josh went with a beer. There was a reason why his eyes mesmerized him, also there was a reason why he only drinks water and needed some fresh air - Drugs. Most people here take drugs, it's kind of a normal thing here. Josh never even thought about tripping on something, alcohol was enough to get him in the mood. He drank his beer in almost one go, leaving the empty bootle on the counter. "Wanna dance?" He gestured Brendon to the dancefloor. Josh checked his phone - 3:36am. Both of them danced, getting lost in sound. Josh was back in his own world, minding his own business. He already felt a bit drunk but it was just enough to keep him going. The taller boy placed one hand on Josh's ass, causing him to flinch. He peeked at Brendon, acting like he didn't notice what just happened, which made the other boy reach for Josh's hand, squeezing it. Josh turned to him, looking baffled. "I know you're not straight, the way you almost stared at me outside, you betrayed yourself there." Josh swallowed hard. "Yeah, you're right tho..", Josh paused and wiped his face before continuing, "so, what are you up to?" The brown-haired boy smirked. "We could go to my place, ya know. Have some fun together. I mean if you want to." Josh didn't think. He agreed. "Great, ready to go?" Josh followed him outside, he could feel the security's eyes on his back. "I already got us an uber." Josh nodded. He was cold. His clothes were soaked from his sweat and the night air wasn't making it any better. Their drive home showed up and they climbed in the backseat. "We'll be there in 5 minutes, we could've walked but it's cold so yeah." Josh almost told the other boy that his home wasn't even 2 minutes away from the club but he thought it'd be better to keep this a secret. No one talked during the car ride which made Josh uncomfortable. "Alright guys, reached your destination." Josh got out of the car, Brendon paid, leaving a big tip for the driver. "Have fun.", he heard him say before the door slammed. "Just don't be too loud, guess my roommate is asleep, don't want to wake him." Josh nodded and almost tiptoed after Brendon into his room. Without saying a word, Brendon lifted Josh up and let him fall down on the bed. Not really careful of him, I hit my ankle on the corner. - Josh thought. "Get out of your clothes, you can leave your shirt on if you want to.", Brendon had a sharp undertone in his voice. Josh slowly started to unbotton/unzip his jeans before stripping down his clothes. He was still lying down, watching the other boy almost ripping his shirt off. "Get on your knees you little cockslut." Josh's eyes widened at this, but he followed the instructions without hesitating. Brendon was already hard. "C'mon, you want this." Brendon grabbed Josh's head, mostly dragging it to his dick. "Open up, I wanna fuck your mouth." Josh was totally out of his comfort zone, he didn't know what to do. He opened his mouth, licking the top of Brendon's dick. The other boy was falling apart above him. He pressed his head down, causing Josh to choke, gasping for air. His head felt dizzy. Don't vomit, don't vomit, don't fucking vomit - Josh thought. His gagging just amused Brendon, but eventually he decided to let go of Josh's head. As soon as he was in control of his head again, he threw it back. His neck was audibly creaking. He took some short breaths, before inhaling so deep that his lungs hurt. Wham. The room went silent. Did he just slap me? Josh was on the wage of tears. "Who said you could fucking stop? Go BACK to WORK, NOW.", Brendon yelled. Josh was scared, doing what he was told. Tears formed in his inner eye corner, running down his cheeks one after another, but he continued what he was doing. "Alright, enough." Brendon grabbed Josh by his hair, pulling him off the floor and literally throwing him onto the bed. "Turn around, lemme see your hole. Bet you're ready for me." Josh laid down on his stomach, adjusting himself a little because he painfully laid on his own cock - which wasn't hard at all, not even near to getting hard. He didn't have much to be happy about, but the second Josh adjusted himself, Brendon slammed into him. Josh let out a small whimper. Brendon started himself painfully fast. "You dirty little cumdump. Shut up," Brendon said in a sharp tone. It took every inch of Josh not to scream in pain. Brendon grabbed the boy's highlighter-like hair and pulled on it tightly. Brendon literally started slamming into Josh, over and over again. As the taller guy let go of his head, Josh's chin smacked down on his upper chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his back. Brendon was clawing his nails into the yellow-haired boy's skin. Scratching them up and down, over and over again, ripping deep red marks down his spine. He let out another whimper, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Brendon slowed down and smacked Josh's ass. "Slut." He whispers, and picks his speed back up. Brendon comes quickly, leaving Josh a total mess underneath him. He then pulls out and slowly goes down to Josh's cock. He kisses on the tip, giving Josh the chills. Brendon opens his mouth, leaving hot breaths on Josh's cock. He licks the base and sucks on the shaft. Josh let out a moan - which didn't mean he was pleased with the situation. Brendon quickly removed his mouth. "Hush, cumdump." Brendon said sourly, then put's Josh's cock in his mouth. He licks and sucks gingerly. Josh leaves deep scratches on Brendon's shoulders. "Bren-" Hey chokes out and comes. Brendon swallows and slides into the open spot of the bed. His finger traces up Josh's toned abs, and reaches his chin. "Just go to sleep. I'll be at work tomorrow." Brendon told him, pulling his hand back and drifting to sleep. Josh wasn't moving, he was scared. He cried without making any noise, totally exhausted. I want to die. I just want to die. Josh was overstrained, he felt used. Some time passed and Josh also drifted into a deep slumber.

Josh slowly woke up. He was naked, legs hanging off the bed. As he opened his eyes he noticed he didn't have a pillow, neither a blanket. The air was thick, you could've cut through it. Josh stroke his own arm, realising he was covered in what seemed like dried sweat and cum - and tears. He felt disgusting. He was struggling to get up. Thank god, Brendon wasn't there. He checked if he left any message. A small piece of paper was laying on the other side of the mattress. "I'm at work, won't be home 'til evening. Take your time leaving. - Brendon", Josh read. He let out a sigh, happy that his betrayer wasn't anywhere near him. He almost fell as he tried to get back up on his feet. He searched the room for his boxers and slipped them on. His head hurt, his lower body felt like someone just set it on fire, also he felt dizzy, really dizzy. He twisted his ankle as he stepped into the hallway. At this point, a lump formed inside his throat. I'm not going to cry, I won't. He mostly fell his way to the living room. His hand slipped as he tried to make hold of the doorframe, slamming his elbow against the wall. He couldn't take it anymore. He took two steps forward before breaking down. Tears were uncontrollably leaving his eyes, you could hear them hit the floor. Josh was sobbing, which turned into bawling within seconds. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. "I WANNA DIE, W-WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. I'M SUCH A DUMBASS." You couldn't really understand what he was yelling through his crying. He heard footsteps, someone was running up to him. "NO, NO. L-LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN. I BEG YOU DON'T WRECK ME AGAIN." Josh totally collapsed.

Someone kneeled down next to him. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm not Brendon. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Promise." Josh totally forgot about the roommate he was told about. "I-is it okay if I help you get up? Guess the floor isn't comfortable." Josh nodded. Brendon's roommate shuffled his hands under Josh's armpits and pulled him off the floor. The yellow-haired boy was shaking, his body was trembling. "Shhhh. I got you." The thin boy gathered all his strength and lifted Josh up into his arms. He walked up to the couch, slowly letting Josh down. "Is it okay if I sit next to you?" Josh cried out again, but the other boy still took this as an okay. "I'm Tyler .. and you're Josh, right? Well, I heard your name last night." Josh finally lifted his head up, looking straight into Tyler's eyes. "H-hey Tyler. T-t-thanks for helping m-me.", Josh muttered before he started to cry again. Tyler stopped asking questions, he could tell Josh wasn't able to actually talk. He carefully lifted Josh into his lap, arms wrapped around him. Tyler expected him to fight against it, but that didn't happen. Instead he felt the other boys arms around his waist just seconds later. Tyler gently rubbed Josh's back. "You don't have to talk about it. Brendon already made a scene out of it before he went to work. Also I heard all the disgusting and inappropriate things he said to you tonight. I couldn't get back to sleep after witnessing all of this. I waited for you to wake up, I needed to make sure you weren't left alone after this." He nuzzled his cheek at his cheek, noticing how sticky yet wet Josh's face was. "Hope it's okay for you to be held like this." Josh nodded. He was still whimpering, but the bawling and screaming stopped. Josh pressed his body against Tyler's, getting as near as possible to him. "You wanna drink something? Your voice sounds husky." "That'd be nice, I d-don't care what it is.", Josh said. "Okay, I'll be right back. The kitchen is over there, you will still see me. I'm still here." Tyler crawled out under Josh, patting his shoulder before leaving to the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses off the counter and filled them up with water. He walked back to Josh. "If you want to, I can help you. You're still shaking." Josh didn't say a word, he just looked back at Ty. He sat down next to him, one glass still in his hand. He slowly lead the glass to Josh's mouth, placing its edge on his lips. Still being totally careful, he lifted it so Josh could take a sip. He had a hard time swallowing his drink, he cringed after every sip he took. Josh tilted his head back, a sign that he had enough. A quiet thanks left his mouth. Some water was running down his chin, Tyler quickly wiped it down with his finger. "C-can we lay down? I don't feel good." Tyler settled himself down on the couch, gesturing for Josh to get into his arms, which he did. He started to sob again. "It's okay, you can cry as much as you need. I will stay here with you. I won't leave your side.", Tyler murmured into Josh's ear. Every inch of Josh's body was shivering. "Are you cold? Wait, I'll tuck you in." The boy reached out for a blanket and covered both of them with it, making sure Josh was completely underneath it. Josh adjusted his head so that it fitted right into the hollow of Ty's collarbones. "I'm so weak, I'll probably fall back asleep.", Josh mumbled, eyes already shut. "It doesn't matter, it's important that you get some rest. I'll be still here when you wake up, right next to you." Josh curled up against Tyler who squeezed his arms tighter around Josh in response. Tyler could feel his breaths on his collarbone, noticing they got longer and slower. Josh was slowly drifting away, peacefully falling back asleep. Tyler stroke his back to soothe him just a little bit more. He waited a few minutes before checking if he actually slept. "Josh?", he whispered. No answer. Hopefully he won't have a nightmare. I want him to be at peace. I just want him to be safe. - Tyler thought, before drifting away as well. Snuggled up against the boy he slowly started to fall in love with. The boy who would later become his kryptonite.

HEY so like i wrote like half of this entire fucking thing, and then i accidentally posted it, and ended up deleting the entire post without copying and pasting in a frenzy to delete it.

yay...

so this is a rewrite :')

en-freaking-joy.

this was written off of a prompt.

update: this is so short i'm so sorry

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flashback

"i hate you! i hate you so much, you don't fucking deserve me. you're an asshole." a brunette spat, tears running down his face to the point where he wiped his face with his light blue shirt and the liquid was quickly replaced with fresh tears. his cheeks were an angry red, a contrast from his fists, which were stark white.

a shorter boy with eyes the color of the sea frantically tried to apologize, though the other was having none of it. a vase went flying, smashing into bits as it fell onto the hardwood.

"you know what? i'm fucking done. i'm out of here. i hope she was worth it, you twat." dan grabbed his jacket, and phil's instinct sent him flying to grab his shoulder. dan roughly pushed him away, walking straight out of the door.

slam.

present day

it was the jacket that set it off.

phil was searching through his closet for a button up shirt, groaning as he was unsuccessful. he had a date that night, his first date from after that night.

he was trying.

then he felt something.

a scratchy sort of feeling, but still comforting. he pulled at it, curious as to what it was. he was expecting another one of his random shirts from years ago, but was surprised when he found something different.

it was dan's jacket. the red one, with the white stripes. before he knew it, he was on the ground, tears welling into his eyes. he slammed his fist on the wood, sending a sharp smack throughout the apartment.

"we could've been happy!" he yelled, throwing the jacket across the room. it hit the wall and slumped in the corner.

he was done.

"we could've been happy." he said, his voice weak and cracking. tears flooded his eyes like a fountain, staining his cheeks.

he would never get that back.