circus - joshler

_lips_

**trigger warning(?)**

i don't think it's too bad, but i would really hate to upset someone

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josh was unsure of the ringleader's reasons for leading him away from the party, but wentz' firm grip on josh's ass was enough to paint the picture of what was to come. if it wasn't the groping that made josh uncomfortable enough to crawl out of his skin and tight, red leotard, it was pete's periodic break from walking to wretch onto the grass. it was clear that his boss had drunk himself sick and was probably forcing josh to suffer with him.

"alright, hun," pete hiccuped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pointing to a train car up ahead, "that one's mine. help me inside, won't you?"

"yeah, alright." josh reluctantly agreed.

"good boy."

******

once inside, josh started to back away towards the door within the first few seconds of stepping into his boss' disgusting abode. narrowly missing a puddle of some unidentifiable substance on the ground, josh stumbled and made pete aware of his attempt at escaping.

"where do you think you're going?" the ringleader cocked an eyebrow, "i still need your help."

"uh, help with what?"

pete sat down on his equally greasy bed and leaned back on the mattress, causing it's springs to wheeze loudly under the man, "i can't get my belt off myself, i think it's stuck..." pete drunkenly faked frustration.

"i should probably be getting back to tyler..."

"no," pete's volume began to rise, but he was quick to smooth out his tone, "it will only take a minute, hun."

josh sighed and stepped away from the door towards pete, whose lip had crept between his teeth. the red-haired man leaded over to unwillingly loosen pete's belt, which practically forced itself undone due to the pressure pete's gut subjected it to.

josh went to stand up when he felt he was no longer needed, but pete lunged forward with a newfound strength and pulled josh against his bitter lips. josh jerked his head away, but had been caught off guard and felt himself being overpowered as pete pulled him onto the musty bed, the unforgiving smell of sweat and sex soaked into the sheets. his erratic boss held down josh's arms, disabling him from fighting back, and rolled over to straddle him.

"get off me, sick fuck." josh struggled against the grimy ringleader who was now sucking a hickey onto the man's chest.

"i've been so patient," pete slid a hand down josh's shimmering red leotard, tuning out the man's blatant discomfort, "you should have been mine by now."

josh managed to free his arm while pete was distracted with the rest of his body and swung his fist hard against the back of pete's head, knocking the large man out. josh pulled his boss' limp arm out of the front of his leotard and struggled to roll the man off of him. finally he could sit up and breathe a sigh off relief when he felt like he was safe. it took a few minutes for josh to mull over what had just happened and he had zoned out while staring at something on the floor beside the bed.

a small pair of lacy, black underwear.

"pfft, i guess i'm not the first." josh shook his head as he pulled himself out of the bed and quickly made his way out of the shithole that his boss called a 'living space'.

******

josh could feel his exhaustion kicking in as he made his way through the darkness in the vague direction of his train car. the dining car had cleared out and the windows were dark, so the moon cast down the only light in the area. the dew from the long grass flicked onto josh's exposed legs and it was the coldness of his feet that snapped him out of his thoughts. well, that and a figure splayed out across the ground.

"tyler?" josh exclaimed at the sight of the blue sheen of the person's clothes in the moonlight, "you really can't hold your booze can you?"

josh's teasing fell on deaf ears as it was clear that tyler was out cold. 

the red-haired man scooped tyler into his arms and brought him inside. tyler still had his costume on and josh considered changing tyler out of it himself, but worried about how that would seem once tyler woke up. josh settled for just tucking tyler and himself into bed.

tyler was surprisingly warm for how long he was lying outside and josh felt himself moving closer to the brunette. josh looked at tyler's delicate features in the moonlight that shone through their window: the curve of the boy's nose, his long eyelashes.

josh leaned in and pressed tyler's cherry-red lips against his.