The boxer woke up a while later, the smell of nail polish stinging his nose. He had two sisters so he knew the familiar scent. His eyes opened slowly to see Tyler was painting his nails a dark red color that matched his hair. Tyler's own nails were now a light pink color. Josh slowly lifted his free hand, already painted and dried, to pull his earbuds out. Tyler barely noticed with all his focus on Josh's nails, his little tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly, waiting for Tyler to pull back before asking him. The boy jumped and looked at Josh sheepishly.

"I was going to remove it! I got bored and I already did mine and – why are you laughing?" Tyler pouted, glaring at the boxer.

"It is fine Ty, you can leave it on," Josh smiled, looking down at his nails. Everyone else could suck it because Tyler looked so happy with Josh confirming that it was fine. Josh then looked up taking note many people were asleep or working. "What time is it?" He asked softly, not wanting to disturb anyone more than he already had.

"About three in the afternoon, we still have two hours," Tyler informed him, capping his nail polish and putting it back into his bag. Josh had no clue how he managed to bring nail polish on the flight, but Brendon had probably pulled some strings. The boxer nodded, leaning back in his seat, still kind of tired, but still wanting to talk with Tyler.

"So why don't you tell me about yourself?" Josh asked, smiling at the shocked look on the medic's face before continuing. "I do not know anything about you besides you spend your days patching up ugly boxers and you like wearing skirts," Josh finished, pointing at himself when he mentioned ugly boxers.

"You are not ugly, just a bit rough looking," They both laughed at the medic's joke. Tyler wrung his hands together not sure what to do with himself. "Well I was born Tyler Robert Joseph and I am 25 years old," Josh nodded, taking a mental note that Tyler was younger than him. "I love helping people, hence why I am a medic, it also helps that I now work for a rather cute one," Tyler blushed, ducking his head. Josh smiled gently, waiting for Tyler to gather himself.

"And the skirts?" Josh asked softly, not wanting to push if he is too sensitive about it.

"I have a little sister and she loved dress up. It did not take long for me to realize I liked to dress up too. I promise you however I am a boy and there is a dick between my legs," Tyler grinned, watching Josh blush and lick his lip. The little gesture had Tyler shifting in his seat, his panties a bit tighter. It was kind of crazy how easy it was to get both of them riled up. Josh shifted as well, clearing his throat.

"I will make note of that," Josh snickered, though he was kind of relieved to know Tyler had male parts.

"Well what about you, strong boxer? Tell me your story," Tyler urged, a big grin on his face. Josh blinked not sure what to even say about himself.

"Well you already know I am Josh Dun, number one boxer in the United States," Josh started, though he ended up being cut off by Tyler.

"And future world champion!" Tyler giggled, pretending to cheer like the crowd, before allowing Josh to continue his story. Josh thought it was unbearably cute.

"Right, I am 26 years old. I became a boxer because I had a lot of anger as a kid and my parents thought I should channel it into something. Turns out I was really good at that something," Josh continued, blushing slightly at the explanation. He had never really told others about why he begun boxing. Surely, people figured it out as they have seen him fight before and had seen the purely unfiltered anger on his face. "And I most certainly have a dick in my pants," he grinned, smirking when Tyler shifted once more in his seat. This was going to be an interesting trip. 

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