Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]

x • Love, Love. Gallons of the Stuff.

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A snot-nosed, blotchy face is what Josh is greeted with when he opens his door on a late Friday evening.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asks Tyler softly, pulling him into the small apartment to hug him.

He brings Tyler over to the couch, sitting down with a sobbing Tyler in his lap.

Josh will occasionally kiss his head, while rubbing his back, waiting for him to calm down.

About ten minutes later Tyler stutters out, "M-m-my dad-dad s-saw" sniffle "t-that I put y-your n-name in-in my phone a-as "L-lover-b-boy" and y-yelled t-that I-I-I-" he cuts himself off with a gut-wrenching sob. Josh is torn that he can't do more than offer support at the moment.

Josh shushes him, "Don't worry, take your time, love."

Tyler nods, restarting where he left off. "He s-said that I was a d-d-disgrace, a-and I am g-g-goin' t-to h-hell, then h-he kic-kicked me ou-t and fired-fired me."

Josh is livid. He wants nothing more than to punch Chris square in the jaw. But right now, he needs to be there for Tyler.

"Oh, baby. Do you have anywhere to go?"

Tyler nods, "I h-have enough for an-an apartment. But I can't legally move out until I'm eighteen. That's about four weeks from now."

Josh nods, kissing Tyler's hand. "You could stay here until you find another place?" he offers, mentally crossing his fingers.

Tyler's eyes bulge out of his head, "You would do that for me?" he asks timidly.

"Baby, I would eat a hot dog with mustard on it for you, and I fucking hate mustard." Josh mumbles, glaring at the thought of mustard.

To that, Tyler giggles. "We gotta get my stuff tomorrow, between nine to six."

Josh nods, "Alright, s'late, let's get you to bed." he says, standing up with Tyler's legs wrapped around his waist, resting his hands on Tyler's bum.

Tyler squeals, "Josh! You don't have to touch my butt!" he giggles.

Josh smiles, happy to see Tyler laughing, before shrugging his shoulders, "Support." he mumbles, continuing his journey to his bedroom.

He drapes the small boy across his bed, before tucking him in and crawling next to him.

Tyler immediately clings to his side like a leech, and Josh doesn't mind at all.

The two fall asleep, to sounds of their harmonizing breaths.

Together.

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Josh awakes around seven in the morning, taking the time to admire the petit boy attached to his hip.

How could anyone hurt this precious angel?

Just the thought of Chris makes him sick, and he's gonna give that monster a piece of his mind.

He stealthily removes Tyler from his side and slides out of bed, kissing the boy's forehead one last time before heading out.

He parks in Tyler's driveway, checking the time.

8:05
Chris should be home.

Josh gets out of his car, slamming the door.

He makes his way up the porch steps, walking in without knocking.

Chris is organizing the shoe rack when he walked in. The man looks up in surprise and slight disgust when he see's who it is.

"You're not welcome here," he states, a bored tone to his voice.

"I don't give a shit! What kind of father are you?" Josh yells.

Chris raises his eyebrows, "I thought I was doing a pretty good job, before my son turned out a fag." he sighs.

The sound of fist to jaw contact is the only sound heard.

Chris rubs his aching jaw while Josh points a finger accusingly, "Fuck you," he snarls, before walking upstairs to Tyler's room, collecting his clothing and valuable looking items, before storming out.

Right before he's about to leave, Chris yells, "I don't know what you see in that-that disappointment." he scoffs.

Josh turns around to look him in the eye, "That 'disappointment' is one of the most beautiful, precious, smart, funny people I have ever encountered my nineteen years of existence. He-he is so goddamn adorable, and he can be so wise as well as silly, whenever he wants to. He's a great guy, and it just fucking sucks that you can't see that. It's your loss anyway, anyone would kill to have a son as great as Ty. You don't deserve him."

He turned around only to be interrupted by lips smashing into his own.

When the kiss breaks, the salty tears running down Tyler's face had made way onto Josh's.

"Y-you really think that?" he asks timidly.

"'Course, baby," Josh says truthfully.

"I-I don't care how early it is. I love you, so much." Tyler attaches their lips again.

"And I love you, sweetheart."

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