Sold To The Dun Boy • Joshler SHORT STORY

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Josh had all the things together. Tyler was still sleeping in his bed, he was up early, very early. He got Marley to do some shopping for Tyler. After grabbing a few clothes for the young boy, he packed them in luggage. After doing so, he packed in the trunk of Tyler s new car.

It was nice, sleek black and Josh could trust it. He smiled, it was going to turn from gift to a whole new life. The apartment he had gotten for him was furnished and move in ready for the younger. He wished, Josh wished with everything that it didn't have to be this way, but there was no alternative.

That's what he told himself. He placed the keys in his jean pocket, smiling as he trampled up the stairs. He opened his door, facing the back side of the younger who was stretching, arms rasing to the air. His nude body on display for Josh to drink in.

Tyler looked over his shoulder with a smug look, "Enjoying the show, big boy?" Josh smiled, making his way to the other side of the young boy, smiling down at him. He extended a hand to Tyler, the other willfully taking it and standing up against Josh.

Their bare chests were pressed together, smiling dumbly at one another. "I got you a present," he smiled sadly the younger smirked at him.

"Quite early in this whole facade, huh?"

"Actually, it's a bit overdue." After those words were spilled, Josh saw the way Tyler's face had turned confused. "Here," he grabbed a silk robe for the younger, making sure it was on him nice, tying the string and pulling the man through the house until they stepped outside.

Josh had pulled out the key from his pocket, placing it in Tyler's hand. Usually, there were happy tears and excitement as the new owner runs to their new car. But Tyler dreaded it. He smiled because fuck it was beautiful, but it meant more. There was more to this exchange.

"I don't even- "

"It's all taken care of. Marley took care of it, you have belongings in the trunk." Josh told him.

"I can't do this Josh. I- It's- "

"I know Ty, but- I" Josh then took a breath. "I don't know how to put it in words, but I know how you feel. I just want you to know. You are strong, you're fucking amazing. You're no low life, you have made this month with me, more interesting than I've been in a while. I'm still looking out for you. Because you're my responsibility."

"But I'm not really yours." Tyler cried out, grabbing at Josh's waist.

Josh was stuck for just a second, between right and wrong. "Go get ready, you're new homes waiting."

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The place was nice, hardwood floors, a rug in the living room, kitchen with stainless steel accessories, a beautiful marble countertop. Lights that hang over the island.

The couch was black and looked insanely comfortable, it made Tyler smile because this actually felt like a home to him already. There was sunshine beaming in through the windows. But he had never wanted the opposite more. This would all be perfect if Josh stayed.

Their goodbye didn't last long. Instead, Tyler just left the house without Josh knowing, not wanting to face the man, not wanting to beg him one more time. He went over to the fridge, pulling it open, food already filled the doors.

He grabbed a bottle of water, moving through to the living room and sitting down and looking around the home. He nodded, yet he could feel the tears threatening to come to life.

This was his home, everything that's happened has happened. Now was his time to find a job. He'll get into it tomorrow. Right now he was tired. He had finished unpacking the wide variety of clothes in luggage. Even a couple times was embarrassed after facing a few panties in there.

And there he regretted telling Josh about his short-lived phase back in high school.

The night rolled around, Tyler hasn't really talked. There was no reason to, no one was around, and he was only drowned by the sound of the television.

Then he heard knocks on the door. He perked up, maybe he came back. With a light heart, he becomes over, smiling a bit, maybe he turned around. He grabbed the handle opening it and letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry love. It's just me. Mr. Dun thought it'd be better," Marley spoke with a smile.

"Of course, how can I help you?"

"Well, said man is being so childish after this whole thing. But now, not only am I his maid, I am his messenger." She then reached into her purse, pulling out a letter. She extended it to the younger. "You have a good night, Mr. Joseph."

Tyler nodded.