No Angels [Joshler]

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Tyler came home from work, romanticizing about Josh. Every time he saw him, he would feel like blooming with enchantment.

He just couldn't stop thinking about him, his beautiful brown hair, his brown eyes, his sexy looking body, everything about him made Tyler's mind glow.

As he stared into the mirror, he began to see himself decay, and form a skeletal like face.

Instantly, he became terrified and punched the mirror, cutting his fist.

"Motherfucker!"

"Tyler? Are you okay?"

He turned to his closed door.

"Yes mom! I'm okay! Just busted my finger!"

"Do you need anything?"

"No mom! I'm fine!"

"Okay!"

Tyler looked down upon his bleeding fist, and back up to his shattered mirror, with a huge stain of blood.

After cleaning up, Tyler was able to fix the mirror, but it didn't look the same. It was still broken.

He didn't care if it was or wasn't broken, it was just something that he did in response to what he saw.

He hoped that it didn't come back to him one day.

Meanwhile, Josh sat down on his bed, rethinking about when he met Tyler.

Seeing him in his thoughts turned him upside down, like he was gonna lock himself into his mind and Tyler would be there, wanting to see him, and touch him.

He thought maybe a soak in the bathtub would help him empty his mind, so he went into his bathroom and filled up his bathtub with Epsom salts and bubbles, and sat down in it.

Through the next few hours, Josh was relaxed, relieved of his mind. The water was warm and pure, and his skin was as soft as when he saw Tyler's face.

But then, when he thought of him, it came back.

Tyler, being haunted by the image of his decomposed self gave him the fear of what might happen to him.

Josh, being overwhelmed by the boy he met and talked to at work.

What were they going to do now?