Fleurs Captives (Joshler)

58. Arbutus

Arbutus:
meaning- you are the only one I love

***Trigger warnings for mentions of drinking and drug use, PTSD, implied sexual behaviour, mentions of transphobia, two mentions of homophobic slurs, brief domestic violence, and mentions of past child abuse.***

Start the song. It's Teardrops (cover) by AURORA.

Josh had decided pretty early on in his college experience that he hated frat parties. The problem with that was that he lived in a frat house, so he had to endure them nearly every weekend. Tonight was one of those nights.

Since Josh didn't drink or do drugs, he spent the majority of frat parties taking care of his frat brothers, who practically all did both. Brad never drank enough to get drunk, and he didn't do drugs, so he was generally stuck helping Josh drag drunken freshmen up the stairs to their beds at the end of the night. Josh's main responsibility was taking care of Jon though, and that was a very frustrating thing to have to do. It meant putting up with Jon hitting on him in front of people, reminding Jon to keep his hands to himself, hearing a lot of the things Jon didn't like about him, and occasionally waking up with bruises that Jon swore he couldn't remember giving him.

Jon was faring pretty well tonight, just cross-faded enough that the worst thing he'd done so far was tell a large group of people that Josh was giving him the best sex he'd ever had in his life. Josh had definitely handled worse.

Josh had removed Jon from the group, taking him to sit on the couch. Naturally, that had led to Jon marking up his neck pretty thoroughly and telling him over and over again that he was the prettiest person in the whole world. Josh laughed along, knowing Jon was pretty much harmless so long as he was away from their frat brothers and distracted by Josh.

It was purely chance that Josh looked up when he did, yet he was still slammed with a wave of relief when he saw Tyler across the room. He was laughing at something Brad said, and Josh was suddenly reminded that Tyler had the best smile in the whole world. It physically hurt him to tear his eyes away from Tyler when Jon reconnected their lips, kissing Josh sloppily and hungrily. Josh let out a shocked whimper when Jon's hand grabbed him through his jeans, and he had to scramble to pull Jon's hand away before anyone saw.

"You're drunk, and we're in a room full of people," Josh reminded his boyfriend quickly. "That's so not happening."

"But Jooosh," his boyfriend whined, dropping his forehead against Josh's shoulder as he hooked his fingers into Josh's belt loops. "Just lemme touch you. C'mon, baby. Lemme touch you."

"No, definitely not. Nope," Josh replied. "Sorry, buddy. Not today."

"What'm I s'posed to do with this then?" Jon slurred out disappointedly, grinding his erection against Josh's thigh.

Josh sighed. "Jesus Christ, Jon. Really? Fuck. Just go upstairs and handle it on your own."

Jon whined. "Help meeee," he pleaded with a pout.

The groan that left Josh's lips was more out of annoyance than anything as he shifted Jon off of him and pulled him through the sea of people to get him upstairs. Without meaning to, he scanned the room for Tyler, and his heart stopped when their eyes met for just a second. Tyler glanced down at where Josh's hand was locked with Jon's, then at Jon's pathetically drunken face, and then back to Josh. He gave Josh a smile that was only really half there, and Josh returned it apologetically before he pulled Jon upstairs.

As soon they reached Jon's room, Josh kicked the door shut behind them and pushed Jon down onto the bed carefully. Jon grinned as he watched his boyfriend unbutton and unzip his pants for him. Josh had never felt less enthusiastic about a blowjob in his life, but that didn't stop Jon from coming down his throat. Then Jon was grinning and pulling Josh down on top of him. He frowned suddenly.