Ink {joshler}(COMPLETED)

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Trigger warning: I'm basically just gonna do this for the whole fic because knowing myself it's gonna get worse soooo enjoy 🙃

Josh woke up to vexatious beeping of his alarm clock which he gladly slammed his fist onto to make the sound stop. He got up after moments hesitation. What was the point? Nothing. He could stay in bed all day and nothing would be able to stop him. Yet, he got up and did his morning routine.

Wake up, drink Red Bull, brush teeth, eat something, head off to school.

It was harder today considering his ribs were giving him sharp pains and his whole body ached. Getting jumped by guys who are a lot taller, and stronger than you is a plethora of fun. Especially if the ground is there to catch your fall, and keep you in place while being kicked repeatedly.

That's beside the point, well kind of. Except it happened again. This time there was someone who stopped it.

Josh was curled up in a ball so he could protect his inner organs from being fatally injured from the sharp kicks he was receiving. That is until a voice called out.

"What do you think you're doing? Leave him alone. He's probably done nothing to you." The voice was quiet spoken but had a lot of hidden sass.

"Why are you defending a fag like him? Are you a fag, too?"

"Yes, actually. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to be taking him. If you try anything, I will come into your house at night, and you have the best orgasm you've ever had, and before you can even think twice about it being a guy giving it to  you. Beat it." Josh kept himself in a ball as he felt one last kick being aimed for his back. He let out a squeak of pain before the guy who stood up for him was crouching beside him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. They're gone now. You don't have to protect yourself." Josh had exploded at this point, sobbing into the others chest, whom he hadn't even looked at.

School had probably started, but he didn't care. And to the other guy, he probably seemed like a baby. He couldn't stop himself from crying after his wall had been broken. He'd been putting up with years of this. He'd been hospitalized a few times, and he knew he probably would have had to tell his mom about it if it hadn't had been interrupted by the stranger.

Once he calmed down, he looked up at the man. He had cute, fluffy hair, and brown eyes that you could get lost in. If you stared close enough you could probably see flecks of green. His eyes were probably like a forest. The man's face had smooth features, but they were sharp too. He was cute all together. "Thank you.."

"There's nothing to thank me for, cutie." Josh blushed as the cute guy called him cute.

"Says you." The man had obviously heard him, even though Josh meant to say it quietly.

"Let's get you to a hospital. You aren't looking too good."

"I'm fine. I've had worse."

"Done by them?"

"Well, yeah. They broke my ankle, and had cut me so bad I had to get stitched and a blood transfusion." The man looked horrified.

"Why haven't you told anyone?"

"I have."

"They haven't done anything about it?"

"No. Apparently they get out of certain things because one of their dads is a cop and so on so forth."

"I'm making it my duty to protect you,..."

"Josh, the names uh Josh."

"Well, Josh. Meet me at the stop sign before you go to school okay?"

"Alright, stranger."

"Call me T."

"Mr. T? When did you turn white?"

"Dork."