Speak Loudly.

Chapter 17

Date: May 26, 2002
Joey: Age 17 {almost 18}
Shane: Age 18
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{Shane's Pov}

We woke up early, technically later that day, but early in the morning.

Joey: Shane! Wake up!

Joey exclaimed, jumping on the bed and shaking it with everything he had.

Shane: Shit! Okay, Joey! I'm up!

Joey had crawled his way on top of me, hovering over me. His body looked like a canvas made by angels and haunted by demons, running their fingers and leaving their marks where they please on his delicate frame. They were disrespectful and gave an infinite taunt of torture to his body, and no matter how much the beautiful angels loved and tried to repair their work of art, it would never quite heal. None of his bruises ever quite healed, just a new layer of paper was draped over them, but the permanent marker could be seen through if you cared to look.

Joey leaned down to touch his lips to mine and slowly let himself lower down to me, our chest pressed as much as our lips as he laid on top of me.

Shane: Let's get to the beach.

I smiled and Joeys eyes got excited again, flicks of fire glaring into them. He got off of me and ran to open up his suitcase, picking out his red-pink swim shorts.

Shane: Weird. I expected a sparkly speedo. Was that a dream?

I joked to Joey and he threw a chair pillow at me.

Joey: 'm not that gay.

Joey declared and right as he was pulling his boxers off I covered the pillow over my eyes.

Joey: C'mon Shane! We've been dating for how long now? Over three years? I think you can bare me casually changing.

Shane: I want to be left with my imagination until necessary.

Joey: I'm in my trunks.

I slowly uncovered the pillow from my face. He was telling the truth. I got up and put on my trunks in the bathroom. When I came back out, Joey was putting on sunscreen. Joey threw on a loose shirt after.

Shane: You not going shirtless?

I asked curiously.

Joey: Have you seen my body, Shane? It's kinda gross to look at.

I stood honesty offended.

Shane: Shut the hell up.

Joey looked back at me.

Joey: Excuse me?

Shane: Your body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. It okay if your uncomfortable, but there is no reason to call it gross when it is so fucking perfect. You don't even have permission to call your body ugly when my hand crave it every second of the day. That I just hope one day I could come home to your amazing personality and beautiful body and have the best life anyone could ask for. So shut the hell up.

Joey took the whole thing as an insult.

Joey: I can feel however the fuck I want to about my body. It's not yours. Your not the one stuck in a body that bruises at the gentle touch of the man you love. I bruise without even hurting, Shane. Somedays I'm so weak I can't walk, because of my body. Every other month my hair falls our, because of my body. I get tinier and more fragile everyday, because of my body. I can't eat, and sometimes I sleep the whole day, because of my body. So don't tell me how to feel about my body when you were born with such a perfect one. Your body is perfect, and not a day goes by that I can say I'm not jealous of your body. Would I ever want to switch places with you? No. Because I wouldn't want you to have to endure the torture I tolerate, because of my body.