Best Friends to Boyfriends

The "sleepover" part two

An: this is part two of The "sleepover" if you couldn't tell by the title. Lots of cuddling and might switch between both povs. That's pretty much it.

Damien's pov:

After I changed my pants into pj pants and took my shirt off I cleaned my bed off since there was some clothes on my bed. Then I sat in my chair that's in my room next to my desk. I was a bit shy I guess of Shayne seeing me without my shirt and laying with me at the same time. He has seen me without a shirt before but we haven't laid together with one of use without a shirt. We have laid together in the same bed but we never cuddled. I'm excited but flustered and shy. I got frightened when Shayne walked in my room and he tapped my shoulder.

Shayne- " you ganna lay down?"

Damien- "yeah, I was just sitting here for a second to check my emails."

I hated lying to Shayne but I felt like I had to for some reason.

Shayne- " ok." *Walked over to bed* "what sides your side?"

Damien- " the right side." *I also get up and walk over to the bed* "I'm actually going to go tk tge bathroom real quick."

Shayne- " ok."

I walk to the bathroom and I close the door. I was looking at myself in the mirror breathing kinda fast. I try to calm myself down but I couldn't.. I had my phone in my pocket debating to text Shayne to come here but I didn't want to worry him. I took my phone out of my pocket and I stared at it. Having a small panic attack. I turn it one and opened my text messages. I clicked on Shayne's phone number and texted him

-text-

D- Shayne can you come here please I need you.

S- you good?

D- no please hurry

S- what's wrong!?

D- just come here please, you'll see when you get here.

S- ok, I'll be right there.

-end of texts-

I hear running towards the door and it quickly opens. By the time Shayne came up to the door I was crying and the panic attack got worse. I know I needed help, but the help scared me..... And I don't know why.

Shayne- " oh my God Damien! Are you ok!?"

Damien- " n-no." *Says now sobbing*

Shayne runs towards me and drops to his knees and hugs me and in a calm voice he says.

Shayne- "shhh, it's ok dames, calm down it's ok." *He says rubbing my back*

Damien- " I-i d-dont kn-know why I'm panicking."

Shayne- " it's ok dames, do you want to go to bed and cuddle or stay here for a bit?"

Damien- "st-stay here."

Shayne- " ok, just let me know when you want to leave, ok?"

I nod. He stays quiet and just holds me in his arms to try make me calm down. Which helps me, his touch help a lot and his tone of voice. I slowly calmed down, but I didn't let go of Shayne I did the quite opposite I squeezed him harder, but not to hard. I could tell that his hug got harder too. My head was digged my head into his shoulder. My tears getting his shirt wet. I don't think he minded, all he cares about was my health and my feelings. Which I was so grateful for, I love how he always cares for people's feelings. But he mostly cares about mine.

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Shayne's pov:

I was socked to see Damien having a panic attack. I don't know why he would have one, but that doesn't matter right now all that matters is Damien. I drop to my knees and hug him and make my voice as soft as possible to not make Damien more upset. He was sobbing at this point. I stopped talking so I wouldn't make him worse. I think it worked, I knew it was when he squeezed me more tightly I did the same. His head nuzzled in my neck, honestly I wasn't expecting him to to that and I almost moaned because my neck is very sensitive. But I didn't, I fought the edge to. I started rubbing his back and slowly moved one of my hands to his head and then put my hand in his hair and started rubbing my fingers through it. His hair was so soft, I had no idea his hair was so soft I could run my fingers through it all day. He seemed to really like it too, he stopped crying and his grib in he hug loosend. He moved his face from my neck and laid his head on my shoulder. I put my head on his head, still having my hand in his hair.