What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[31] deliver us from evil

Take me to church - Hozier

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"Tyler, come on," Josh insisted. "You're drunk. Let's just go home." Josh tugged gently at the back of Tyler's shirt as he tried to hoist himself up into one of the open multicoloured windows.

"I'm not drunk," Tyler argued, losing his grip on the windowsill, almost falling until Josh caught ahold of him. "I just had too many drinks." Tyler slurred with a giddy smile, turning around to kiss Josh on the cheek. "Now come on. We're gonna break into this church and you're gonna fuck me on the altar."

Josh could barely argue with Tyler about it. At least if he remained with Tyler it would keep him from going off to do far worse things with far worse people and waking up to regret it. With Josh's aid, Tyler was hoisted up a bit higher and managed to hook his leg on the windowsill. He groaned aloud as he lifted his entire weight through the window and hopped over onto the other side. The squeak of his sneakers hitting the tiled floors seemed to screech throughout the building.

Josh was able to hop over a little more soundlessly with Tyler, and with a lot less difficulty. He kept his drinking for the night strictly to no more than one beer, having anticipated Tyler would do something reckless and stupid and he'd need to be there to prevent it. Or in this case, participate.

Tyler grabbed Josh by his wrist, clutching at the sleeve of the fleece jersey Josh was wearing and dragged him through the pews to the center aisle.

"Come on. I feel like dry humping in the priest's chair." Tyler chirped excitedly.

"I'm going to burst into flames here. This doesn't feel right."

"Oh no honey. It's all sorts of wrong. That's what makes it so fun." They were barely past the table at the altar before Tyler spun around and stuck his tongue into Josh's mouth, pressing his entire body against Josh in heated need.

Tyler's fingers brushed through Josh's messy red hair, gripping it tightly as he kissed and nipped at his neck. "You're as close to heaven as I'll ever get."

"We're gonna get in trouble Ty-" Josh could barely suppress a whimper as he felt Tyler cup his cock roughly through his skinny jeans and felt those soft supple lips against his chin.

"It's midnight. Nobody's here." Tyler dragged Josh down, lying his own back against the cold floor and pulled Josh on top of him, keeping him there by wrapping his legs around Josh's waist and grinding into him until the friction between them and the heat arising became unbearable.

Josh's hands roamed down Tyler's torso, rubbing against his smooth skin until his hands found the hem of Tyler's shirt and he pulled it over his head, pressing their lips together again and pushing his tongue against Tyler's. Tyler could barely stop writhing against Josh for two seconds and kept grinding into him, feeling the eagerness in Josh's pants straddled against his own.

"Wait wait wait," Josh's head jolted up, shushing Tyler who did not take it as a reason to stop grinding against Josh. "I think I hear something!"

"Joshy you're just being paranoid-" Tyler's sentence was abruptly brought to a stop as Josh covered his mouth, listening to the voices he had heard approaching. Josh began to worry until he realised that the voices were just of two passerby's outside the church and not of anyone else inside the parish. He breathed a sigh of relief and moved off of Tyler, sitting on the steps leading back into the aisles.

"God, you're such a fucking priss." Tyler grimaced, pulling his shirt back on. "Who the fuck would be working in a church after midnight?!"

"Maybe they had security. I don't fucking know." Josh retorted, looking over his shoulder to see Tyler still lying on the floor, now fully clothed. "Yes, security. I'm sure the holy water thefts must have worried them enough to get security."

"Hey, don't get bitchy with me. You're the one who insisted we come here and fuck." Getting off the floor, Josh stood and went to sit a few steps away in the first row and crossed his arms. "Most drunks just throw up and keep on partying. Not Tyler fucking Joseph. Booze makes him horny and blasphemy gets him off."

Soon, the only sound in the church was the occasional passing car they could hear from the open window. The cold midnight air hugged Tyler's body and rose goosebumps all along his arms, causing him to sit up and bring himself into a tight embrace. He looked up and saw the wooden cross hanging just above the altar with Jesus nailed right onto it.

"I used to go to church every Sunday," Tyler eventually said, breaking their silence. "I hated it. It was boring. Always boring. Preacher would recite boring scriptures. I'd sit in the same boring seat and try not to fall asleep."

"I'm sure you make Jesus very proud."

"As boring as it was, I enjoyed the hymns. When everybody would sing together. It was just so.. So beautiful, Josh. There's no other word to describe how it felt. You know, my mom and dad would be so proud when I sang with them. I mean, they never said it but I could see it in their faces how proud they were of me." Tyler pursed his lips together, turning his head to the floor to stare at his shoes as he pressed them together. "So proud, Josh. I always had to do my best because I didn't want to disappoint them. Didn't want to make them not proud. They already had plans for me, yknow. To get good grades, go to college, meet a girl. Have kids. Being gay. It just wasn't in their plan for me."

Josh now sat silent, staring at Tyler who had his gaze averted to the floor. "I told them on Sunday after church. It was the only good sermon I'd heard in a while. The songs were good. The vibes were good. The pastor spoke about how God is forgiving, so I felt like it was okay to tell them." Josh rose from the pew, his shoes squeaking again as he sat beside Tyler who kept his head to the ground.

"My mom didn't say anything. She just looked at my dad cause it was his decision whether I was acceptable or not." Tyler's voice became cold. Broken and still, unaffected by the tears burning in his eyes. "He told me I was going to go to hell. That I was no son of his. I might as well have never existed. I could see that pride vanish from his face."

"The last time I remember him happy, smiling at me, was that same Sunday in church. Before I said anything." Sniffling, Tyler wiped his nose with his shirt. "Haven't seen that prick since."

Josh pulled Tyler a little closer and rubbed his side soothingly, leaving Tyler to lean on Josh's shoulder and wipe the tears from his eyes before they could stain his cheeks.

"You know what Ty, that's their loss, okay? If they don't want their own kid just because he's gay then they're the bad people, not you, okay?" Tyler pursed his lips, nuzzling his head against the soft fabric of Josh's jersey. "Thanks Josh," Tyler said, slightly less disheartened. "I'd rather just drop the whole thing, y'know."

With a smile, Tyler stood from the tiled floor and grabbed Josh by his sweater paw, pulling him up to his chest. "Come on. Let's get out of here. Maybe have sex in the back of your car instead."

Josh couldn't help chuckling. He pressed his lips to Tyler's forehead and linked their arms together as they headed back to the window they snuck in through. "That's more like the Ty I know."