Delinquent (Joshler) [✓]

seven years later

- ̗̀ ★

"If you even think about hurting my baby girl, you thought wrong, mister," Josh lectures the teen boy.

"You better treat her nice," he continues, disregarding the fact that the small boy is shaking with fear.

"Josh-" Tyler starts.

"No, no, no! I need to make sure our darling is left in the right hands!"

Tyler sighs, "Josh-"

"She's important to me, okay?"

"Josh, she's so important to me, too, but she's a cat," he states quickly, before turning to the young pet sitter at the door,

"I'm so sorry. Just make sure Petal gets fed twice a day, and is given plenty of water, and you'll be set! Thanks again, we'll be leaving now. Bye, Dre!" he smiles before lugging Josh to their car.

The couple has been going strong for almost eight years. They moved into a nice loft together, and have a beautiful cat named Petal. Josh has a very strong emotional attachment to Petal, so going away for a few days was very hard on him.

The two get in the car to make their way to Cincinnati, to go to a spa resort hotel, just to get away for a bit.

"Have everything, bub?" Josh checks, as they buckle their seat belts.

Tyler nods happily, "Yup! Gosh, I'm so excited! I can't wait for the spa, I've been so tense lately," he grumbles.

"Baby, I gave you a massage last night, did that not help?" Josh worries.

Tyler snorts, "Love, you tried to give me a massage.  After a minute of me moaning in satisfaction I could feel your boner on my back and it ended with sex, and me more tense than before," he giggles.

Josh smirks at the memory,

"That's right. We can get a couples massage when we get there,"

Tyler smiles and leaned back his seat, falling asleep.

- ̗̀ ★

Tyler awakes two hours later by Josh shaking his body lightly,

"Bub, we're here," he says softly.

Tyler hums, and responds grumpily,

"Carr' me," he begs, lifting his arms.

Josh laughs softly before unbuckling Tyler's seat belt, and carrying him into the front lobby of the hotel.

He gets their room key, along with many questioning looks toward the twenty-four-year-old in his arms, and makes his way to their room on the third floor.

Laying the gentle boy on the bed, he turns to go to their car and grab their belongings, before a hand shoots out and grabs his arm,

"Not yet," Tyler mumbles,

"Cuddles," he demands, pulling Josh down onto the bed.