Fleurs Captives (Joshler)

44. Boxwood

Boxwood:
meaning- constancy

***Trigger warnings for prolonged trauma, PTSD, somewhat graphic descriptions of child abuse, mentions of suicidal thoughts, and some dysphoria.***

Start the song. It's Come and See by Lean Year.

When Josh woke up, the adults were all out in the hall again-fathers included. Jenna and Maddy were still fast asleep, but Tyler was staring up at the plastic stars on the ceiling through tear-filled eyes. Josh shifted to lay his head on Tyler's chest and wrap an arm around him.

"Hey, handsome. Everything okay?" Josh whispered as he rubbed Tyler's side softly.

Tyler's fingers slid softly through Josh's hair. "I'm okay. Just...feeling weird."

"What kind of weird?" Josh asked sympathetically, tilting his head up to look at his boyfriend.

Tyler drew in a shaky breath. "I wish they'd give me my binder back. They said I can't have it back until they're sure my body can handle it, but I need it back. Everything feels so uncomfortable. I don't-Josh, I don't know what to do."

There were still tears in Tyler's eyes when Josh sat up to look at him. Josh smiled sadly at his boyfriend, pushing his hair back off of his forehead gently.

"How can I help?" He asked quietly.

Tyler sniffled. "I don't know. I don't know what would help here. I know I'm safer here than I was with Papa, but he at least let me wear my binder. He didn't take that from me even when he took everything else."

Josh was quiet for a moment, shifting to sit on Tyler's hips. He trailed his fingertips along Tyler's sides again, grateful that he felt Tyler's muscles relax under his touch.

"You know what I think?" Josh asked softly.

"What?" Tyler inquired.

"I think," Josh began, trailing his fingertips across Tyler's stomach, making him shiver, "that as sexy as you look like this," Tyler blushed, "I'm gonna have to get that binder back for you."

Tyler smiled slightly. "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

"The how isn't important. What's important is that I'm going to get it back for you by tonight, and if I don't, you get to touch my butt as much as you want until it is returned to you," Josh decided.

There was a certain confidence Josh got from knowing he had an opportunity to protect Tyler again. He didn't feel helpless right now. He had an important task to complete, and he was going to do that.

His boyfriend grinned. "I thought I already got to do that," he commented.

Josh smirked. "Fine. Then...." He trailed off for a moment before an idea hit him. He glanced at their parents through the closed door, and then at their sisters, before leaning down to whisper in Tyler's ear, "For every day you don't have your binder, I'll owe you an orgasm, and you can ask me for it whenever you want."

A shiver ran through Tyler's entire body. His hands gripped Josh's hips tightly. "Josh, you can't say stuff like that to me in here. I got my shot yesterday, and I haven't been able to touch you or myself in almost twenty-four hours. I'm dying."

Josh glanced at their sisters sleeping on the bed pressed against theirs, and then at the door once again, before rolling off of Tyler and lying next to him. He slipped beneath the blankets again, pulling Tyler closer.

"Well you should've told me that," Josh told Tyler simply, trailing his fingertips down Tyler's stomach again before grabbing him through his boxers. Tyler gasped, his thighs squeezing Josh's hand. "I already owe you one for yesterday."