30 day smut challenge Joshler (Trans Josh)

1. Naked cuddles

AN: I'm going to be writing these with Josh and Tyler as college kids living together in an apartment, in some they will be boyfriends and in some they will be best friends, Josh is trans and on testosterone but pre-op. For the sake of this story Ty is taller and older then Jish.

AN: sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes

word count: 491

~Jish~

It was around 10:30 pm and I had a very long, stressful day of classes then I had to work the evening shift at Starbucks and all I wanted to do now was go home and cuddle with my boyfriend.

I had to walk home tonight because Ty was sick and he needed to use the car earlier. I knew he would come get me in a heartbeat if I had called him and I really wish I had.

I was maybe three blocks away from our apartment when these two guys, much taller and stronger then me came out of an alley and attacked me. They hit me and kicked me and called me names. "Fag" "tranny" "worthless" "you aren't a real boy" "kill yourself" etc.

By the time they were done with me I had bruises everywhere and some scrapes here and there.

I could still walk fine so I stumbled into me and Ty's apartment about 25 minutes later. He was already in bed but he heard me come in.

"Baby?"

"Y-yeah"

He must've known something was wrong because He came out into the living room area with batman boxers and messy hair. He saw me and gasped, instantly running over to hug me. Upon hearing me wince he gently dragged me to the bathroom and turned on the water, making sure it wasn't too warm or cold before helping me undress then getting into the shower with me.

He gently washed my hair and body as I leaned against his chest. You see, me and ty have been friends since we were like 6 and dating since I was 15 and Ty was 16. We are sexual with each other but this moment wasn't sexual. It was my boyfriend trying to make me feel better after an event that brought up traumatic memories.

He massaged the strawberry shampoo into my blue hair and whispered soothing words to me.

He carefully washed my body as he didn't want to hurt me.

He turned off the water and wrapped me in a large, fluffy, blue towel. I dried off and he addressed my wounds quickly before grabbing my hand and leading us to our bedroom.

He crawled into bed and I climbed in next to him. He pulled me so I was lying with my head on his chest and he played with my hair, telling me how handsome and valid and manly I am and hit much he loves and appreciates me. I smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep.