Frat Boy (Joshler | CG/L) (COMPLETED)

twenty four:[yep]

*edited*

"Hi, baby," Josh greets, pressing a kiss to Tyler's temple.

"Hey."

"Where are you going?" the older asks, hugging his boyfriend's waist.

Recently he's noticed Tyler's thinner than he used to be, which is sort of scary considering Tyler was always pretty thin to begin with. He doesn't question it, thinking that dancing at the club made him lose weight.

"Work."

"In shorts? I thought it was required to wear pants?"

"Um...not-not there."

Josh drops his arms to his sides slowly, "Y-you're still working at the club?"

"Yeah," Tyler says, not making eye contact.

"I thought you weren't going back?"

"I never said that. I said I'd think about it."

"But that guy-"

"He got kicked out."

"Yeah, but, Ty, there's more guys like him."

"You said if I liked it, I could do it. I need the money, Josh. And with the shows, I make almost, if not, a thousand dollars a night."

Josh sighs, "I just don't want you to get hurt again. That guy left bruises on you."

"I know," Tyler mumbles. He looks up at his boyfriend, "Just please remember, Josh, that you're mine. I'm only yours, I'm not in love with those guys. You're the only one I love, okay?"

"I love you too. Would you be offended if I came to watch your show and I didn't pay you? Just so I know you're okay."

"Not at all. I wouldn't take your money anyway."

"I'm coming then. Just in case any creep tries to hold you down again."

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"Can I have a drink of that?!"

Josh hands Tyler's his cup and watches the brunette down the rest of it making a face at the burning in his throat.

"Hey!"

"Sorry! Here!" Tyler says, giving Josh a $5 bill.

"Was this by your ass by any chance?!"

Tyler shrugs, "More near my junk actually, but that's okay. Dave doesn't mind, do ya, Dave?!"

"Not at all!" Dave winks.

Tyler shifts uncomfortably and moves closer to Josh who glares at Dave and wraps a protective arm around Tyler's waist.

"I gotta go! Are you gonna watch?!"

Josh nods and stands up before following Tyler. Josh sits an empty seat as Tyler goes backstage.

Tyler walks out after a few minutes and begins his show. He sits on Josh's lap, grinding carefully, his short skirt showing off his bottom nicely. Josh grips his hips and pushes him down harder as he grinds before releasing him.

Tyler moves to the next guy and Josh notices he doesn't spend nearly the same amount of time on their laps as he did on Josh's.

Soon, Tyler struts backstage and Josh leaves to sit at the bar and wait. After about 20 minutes, Tyler still wasn't out from backstage which is unusual. Josh asks Jeremy if he could go back and he's given permission.

Knocking on the dressing room door, hears Tyler give him permission to come in.

"Hey, baby. Just wanted to-are you smoking?"

Tyler's head perks up, his eyes a pinkish color, relaxed, a burning joint between his fingers. "What are you doing back here?"

"Is that what's been making you lose weight? You're smoking weed?! Where did you even get that?!"

"Brendon. He smokes weed. I-I told him I wanted to lose weight and he gave me it."

"Oh my god, Tyler."

"What?"

"Weed's illegal, you know that right?"

"You've tried it! Why can't I?!"

"I've tried it! I didn't continue to do it!"

"This is the first time I've had it! Brendon gave it to me this morning!"

Josh's face relaxes, "What?"

"He gave it to me this morning," Tyler repeats, his voice softer.

"Then...then what's been making you lose weight? You've gotten so skinny over the past few weeks."

"Maybe dancing? I don't know. I haven't been eating as much either."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Josh looks down at his feet. He sniffles. Tyler stands up out of his chair and walks over to his boyfriend after setting his joint in the ashtray.

"Josh," he says quietly.

"Tyler, I don't like this."

"What?"

"This," he says, gesturing around the dressing room. "I don't like you being a stripper. It's changed you. You're not the same person you were before you started working here. I barely get to see you anymore. And when I do we barely even have time to talk about anything. I don't like not seeing you."

"I'm sorry, Josh. I didn't realize how much we don't see each other, I guess."

Josh begins to say something but cuts himself off with a shake of his head. He looks back down at his feet.

"W-what?"

Josh sighs and looks back up, "It's like you don't care, Tyler."

"Josh-"

"You say you didn't realize and maybe you didn't, I understand that. You're too caught up with work, it happens. I get it. But even when we do see each other, it's almost like I don't exist to you. If I knew it was going to be like this anyway, where I don't see you or talk to you every day, I wouldn't have begged you to stay in Michigan. I'm getting the same treatment I'd be getting if you went back to Ohio. Only, you're actually here with me which makes it hurt ten times more."

"J-Josh, I didn't-"

"I just...I'm gonna go home, okay? I'll see you later, maybe."

Tyler watches Josh walk to the door with tears in his eyes, "I love you, Joshie."

"Yep."

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