In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

9. Deal*

(*tw/cw: s.a. –I'll put a ••• where it starts and ends) (also a teensy bit of consented smut afterwards)

Tuesday
December 10

Tyler bows with a wide smile. Stepping off the ice, he slips his skate guards on and sits with a sigh. Glancing to where Dallon, Cody and Josh are sitting in the audience, he smiles at them as Jenna gets up to prepare for her solo.

"Tyler, do you want to go out with us tonight?"

The brunette looks to his coach. He shakes his head reluctantly, "I can't tonight, Chloe. Sorry."

"Got a hot date?" Chloe teases, sitting down next to the skater.

"I wish."

"What's going on with you and that Lunatic Josh?"

He shrugs, "Taking things slow."

Chloe nods, understanding, "Probably for the best."

"Is it okay if I go shower?"

"Yeah, go for it. We'll plan a night to go out."

"Sounds good," the boy smiles, standing up and making his way to the locker room across the corridor.

Opening his locker, he strips out of his outfit and wraps a towel around his waist before grabbing his shower bag. Glancing around the empty area, he grabs the tiny vodka bottle from the side of his bag and chugs it. He hears the locker room door open and quickly throws the bottle back in his bag, expecting to see Josh walk around the corner. Instead, his face drops, seeing Ronnie. Ignoring the man, he continues to grab his clean change of clothes. He sighs, feeling eyes burning into his bare back. He whips around, annoyed, "Can I fucking help you?"

Ronnie smirks, "Actually, yes."

Tyler cranes his neck slightly to look at Ronnie as he walks closer. The man shuts Tyler's locker with a harsh clatter, "You and Josh, huh?"

"What about me and Josh?"

"I thought you were done with hockey players, baby."

"Don't call me that."

•••

Ronnie's smirk grows into a sinister smile. Bringing his hand up, he cups Tyler's cheek only for it to be slapped away by the brunette.

"C'mon, don't be like that," Ronnie chuckles. "Let's fuck. One more time."

"That's a hard fuck no," Tyler scoffs, beginning to open his locker again. "What the fuck, Ronnie?"

Ronnie laughs, slamming the door shut again, nearly smashing the brunette's fingers, "You used to beg for me just as much as I did for you. Whatever happened to that? The cute little twink? You're such a fucking brat now."

Tyler stares up at the man in silence, his face red with anger. He backs up slowly until his back hits the lockers, the cold metal merciless against his sweaty skin. Ronnie puts his hands on either side of the skater, blocking him in.

"What are you doing, Ronnie?"

"Just taking back what's mine," Ronnie mutters, dipping his head and attaching his lips to Tyler's jaw.

Attempting to pull away, Tyler squeezes his eyes shut as Ronnie holds his neck, keeping him in place. He gasps suddenly as Ronnie's lips crash onto his. Shoving the man's face away, he looks at him in shock and disgust, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm just getting started, babe," Ronnie snickers, pushing Tyler back again, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Let me go!" Tyler shouts as the man's lips are on his neck once again, his stronger build pinning him against the metal boxes. He stands, frozen, as Ronnie slips his fingers between the towel and his waist. Beating on the man's arms with his fists, eventually aiming for his head and slapping his palm directly on his ear. Ronnie lets out a pained shout before angrily grabbing the brunette's wrists and holding them together. He grabs his towel again, getting ready to rip it off the boy's waist.