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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris blushed a little and looked over at Josh “Yeah, thanks, bro” he murmured, reluctantly keeping his eyes on the road, continuing to drive, keeping his hand on Josh’s thigh anyways, just hoping Josh didn’t think it was weird

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Josh offered a small smile in return. “Of course, dude.” He slid back into his seat comfortably and closed his eyes for the ride as he hummed along to the radio.

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris smiled “Wow, really? Josh, you could get like, three or four of my car just from trading yours in” he murmured “I think you should do whatever makes you happiest” he smiled, lightly wrapping an arm around Josh as he drove with one hand “It’s cool. I’m just, I don’t know why I got so worked up” he mumbled and sighed, letting his hand fall, not exactly realizing his hand was on Josh’s leg as he focused more on driving

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Josh felt his breath stall in his chest at the hand finding his leg, and he moved to slide his own to Chris’s knee. “I mean, everyone needs to get their tension out one way another,” He found that the words were trailing out of his mouth faster than he could really censor them.

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Happy Climbing Class Stuff

Chubby Chris

Josh being so much shorter than Chris (tippy toe kisses)

“Bro”

Sweater sharing

going to mcdonalds and 3am because they have to take breaks between the movies they’re watching

Playing video games (Josh is the absolute boss at Mario Kart)

neck kisses

Josh being highly inappropriate and Chris blushing really, really hard

WendigoJosh being saved from the mines and Chris caring for him

Chris reminding Josh to take his meds

Nerf gun battles

Chris supporting Josh during panic attacks and when his mental illnesses get worse

Baking together (and Josh putting flour handprints on Chris’ butt)

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“Why are we as a group still stuck on joshing someone when instead we could be jessting?”

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Jesus.

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“Shut the fuck up,” Josh punched Chris in the shoulder as Chris continued to snort at the fact that Big Hero 6 had brought the kid close to tears. Being that he was a film buff-- let alone 22-- this was beyond embarrassing.

Mike shook his head, a cocky smirk finding it’s way across his lips. “It’s a kiddie flick.”

Josh shook his head and got up to grab more pop secret.

“It’s fucking sad.”

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris smiled and caught the keys, getting in the drivers seat “I can never get over how beautiful your car is, Josh” he murmured “Suits you” he muttered, too shy to actually flirt with Josh “So, where do you wanna go? There’s quite a few Mexican places. And I’m not choosing. You choose cause I hurt you and I feel bad” he yawned, just beginning to drive

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A slow grin found it’s way across his lips at the car comment. “I actually kind of want to trade it in,” He said, not even sure if he was telling the truth or not. God, he loved his car. “I’m kind of tired of the whole rich kid routine, and it’s probably going to get stolen if I keep bringing it to the shittier parts of Coachella.” His mouth went dry. He shifted in his seat. “Uh, how about El Ranchero, man? Sound good? They have sick tacos.” He leaned back in his seat, his eyes tracing over Chris. “Sorry about the girlfriend thing,” He said, honestly embarrassed.

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris smiled and held Josh’s hand, lacing their fingers together “Oh yeah? Try me” he teased Josh, leading the two of them to Josh’s car “You wanna drive, or do you want me to?” He asked, putting his stuff in the back

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“Oh, I will,” He promised. “Next time in the ring, you’re gonna come out black and blue, brother.” Josh shrugged lightly as he moved to grab his key from his pocket and revved the engine slightly. Anyone who knew him knew that his corvette was his baby. It was a gift from his dad when he graduated high school, and it was still as drop-dead gorgeous as the day he got it. “Actually,” He paused on his way into the drivers’ seat. “Go for it.” He tossed Chris the keys before sliding into the passenger’s seat. “I like shot gun better anyways.”

// The car

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris smiled sheepishly “Yeah, sorry man” he murmured, walking over and sighing “I feel like a dick now” he mumbled, lightly kissing Josh’s cheek. It wasn’t anything big, and Chris did it enough that he didn’t really think of it anymore “Cmon. Let’s get food” he smiled, holding his hand out to Josh

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“I’ll cover you with bruises next time,” He joked, but felt a familiar tension grip at his chest as he felt lips against the edge of his cheek. He moved to slide a hands into his pockets and try a grin as he moved to grab Chris’s hand and lean to gesture in front of him. “Lead the way, cochise.”

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris finished showering, wrapped a towel around his waist, then walked out and went to change into his regular clothes, putting his glasses on and adjusting them “Josh? You almost ready?” He called

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Josh finished up too, walking out in his towel. “Yeah, yeah, one second. Just gotta check how janked up my face is.” He moved to look into the mirror as he grabbed his clothes, his hand moving to prod at his eye. “Damn, dude. You’re getting sick at those high jabs. That right-right-left almost knocked me out.” He grabbed his clothes and dragged his clothes on discreetly.

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris smiled and got up once he had tended to Josh, tugging his shirt off as he walked to the showers, tugging the rest of his clothes off as he got in there, rinsing the sweat and blood off himself, washing his hair with the shampoo that was provided, unsure if Josh was even in the showers yet, but, didn’t think too hard on it

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Josh let his eyes trail over to the showers as he heard the sound of water against tile. An exhale escaped his lips, and he looked up to the ceiling like he was looking to some sort of religious figure for guidance. Fucking Christ, he mouthed. He moved to unbutton his pants, his eyes still unable to tear away from the showers. Finally he slid into one of the tiled stalls with an audible sigh.

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris sighed and leaned into Josh “Don’t rile me up like that. You know I don’t like hurting you” he mumbled, lightly tugging Josh to the first aid kit in the bathroom so he could tend to Josh’s wounds, being gentle as possible, lightly kissing at the swollen place by his eye “Dick” he muttered, a loving edge to his tone. Chris was in love with his best friend, but, hadn’t told Josh yet “Wanna grab some food after showering? I’ll pay” he yawned

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Josh hummed under his breath as he was dragged into the bathroom and sat down in a chair as Christ move to wipe the blood from his face. “Yeah, I know,” He murmured in a sigh, unable to help but look up at Chris as he bandaged him up like that. Fucking asshole, he thought, more frustrated with himself than anything as Chris kissed his temple, and Josh felt his stomach knot back up like it did before the spar even began. They weren’t married. Dude could do whatever he wanted. 

God, he was eye-level with those hips. 

“Mexican sounds good,” He nodded, moving to stand and slide the tank off above his head.

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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Chris snarled and shook his head a little after Josh hit him, quickly having enough of this. He hooked his leg behind Josh’s, yanking one of Josh’s legs out from under him and honestly just wailing on him until he was satisfied, but, making sure not to hurt Josh too badly “Fuck you, Josh” he muttered, but felt his anger start to melt away after he had just won the fight, spitting a little blood after he took the mouth guard out. Sure, he had been a little unfair, but, Josh had no right to egg him on like that. Chris was usually a passive fighter until somebody fucked with his head

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Before Josh knew it, his body slammed to the ground, head-first. He heard a ringing in his ear, and punch after punch landed across his jaw, ribs, shoulders, neck. That was going to leave a mark. "Jesus, alright, alright!” He gave up, tapping the ground next to him in place of a ref or a bell. He shoved himself onto his feet before tossing the head-gear off and spitting his mouth guard out, blood dripping from both his nose and his lip. Swollen around his nose and eye... He paced slightly, letting his heartrate slow, his adrenaline stop spiking, and rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, alright, you won,” He finally glanced over to Chris with an exhale. 

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“You’re good at… punching stuff…”

“Come on, your girlfriend isn’t watching–” Josh moved to land a jab before wiping a trail of sweat from his cheek with the edge of his glove. Another one-two to the guy’s flank. “Just because I’m a weight class under you doesn’t mean I can’t take a punch.” A wily side-grin found it’s way across his lips, and his arms opened, letting his defense down purposefully as he bounced back into a rhythm on his heels, as if just to egg Chris on further.

@climbingthatass​ based on this au– “Josh and Chris go to the arena and fight their problems out. When it gets serious, no one can break up their fight. They won’t stop ‘til there’s blood in the rink and someone gets a broken nose.”

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“Oh shut up!” Chris spat, throwing three hard punches to Josh’s ribs. It was that cocky shit that started their fight in the first place “You’re such an asshole! You know I’m gay, but you keep fuckin saying shit about a girlfriend, I’m sick of it!” He angrily threw a punch to Josh’s jaw, bringing his defence back up after that

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“Old habits die hard.” 

Josh moved to dodge and block a jab or two before retaliating in a fit of adrenaline towards Chris’s gut. “Oh, shut the fuck up-- like you don’t look at her in the stands every chance you--” His head was thrown by Chris’s fist. As he regained focus, Josh slammed his fists together, licking a bit of blood from his newly torn lip. 

“Is that all you got?” 

One problem Josh had is that he’d get cockier no matter how he was doing in a fight. He’d egg an opponent on until he was on the floor, bleeding with a broken arm, and he’d still be throwing insults.

After swallowing his pain, Josh got his hands back up to block before hooking a right jab to Chris’s face with a loud grunt.