Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 15- Circles

{Shane's Pov}

I woke up next to the man I really didn't know at all. I slept with this man, I've slept beside this man, I work first hand with this man, yet I do not know this man.

He doesn't know me either, in all honesty, so I can't figure out a reason on why I'm so infatuated with him, and or why he makes me run in circles on whether I love him or hate him or want to strangle him. But I suppose it doesn't matter what I want to do to him, because he is simply untouchable.

From day one he's been untouchable, with this high dictator-like attitude. He owns everything and everyone. It's almost as if he has me on some type of leash, whether I want to be on that leash or not.

But I'm sure he'd like that.

Joey: Good morning.

I squint at him, and quietly respond.

Shane: Good morning, Joseph.

He sat up, ruffling up his dirty blonde hair.

Joey: Is there a calculus problem written across my forehead or are you just silently planning murder?

Shane: I'm not thinking about that...

Joey lays his hand on top of mine.

Joey: What is it then?

Without hesitation, I ask-

Shane: Are you trying to control me?

Joey: What do you mean?

I took a deep breathe and sat up beside him in the big bed, that had to feel very empty when he was alone. Or that's just what I suppose. But some are better suited for the cold then others, I guess.

Shane: Our relationship... or whatever you wanna call it. Are you just trying to control me?

Joey tightened his grip on my hand, not harmful, but to simply add more pressure. Make more presence, so to speak.

Joey: I want to protect you. Someone as delicate as you... I can't trust with anyone else. You've never been hurt before, and I won't let anyone hurt you. With me, you will always be the something new.

I rubbed my arm.

Shane: Does this mean I will grow old with you?

Joey smiled, weirdly enough. He was mostly uncomfortable with questions like these, and I ask them again and again to see if I can get a different type of answer every once in a while. His answers are always the best, smartest, very clever answers.

Joey: With me, you don't even have to worry about growing old. Time is money, and we have the most of it, after all.

Well, fuck. How can you deny a man like him saying words like those and not want to be his forever? Was forever even an idea to him, or was it just the amount of times he had on his rough hands that he could never get rid of?

Joey: You have nice hips, by the way. You have a tendency to press them to mine when you're sleeping. It's cute.

I smiled, and batted my eyes. What was this feeling again, a near burning sensation within me, made me want to grab at him? And when it feels like I've grabbed him enough and hurt him just enough... to kiss him? To make non-existent love to this man I met a month ago?

This was passion without love.

Or you could just call it being horny.

Joey: I can get Luke to make eggs, how do you like yours?

Shane: Sunny side up, please.

It was a whisper, and sounded like it shouldn't have been whispered the way it was when referring to the way I like my eggs.

Joey: Right...

Joey said with a smile.

Joey ordered Luke in the room and told him the breakfast orders and Luke was gone again. Joey sat back down on the bed beside me.

Joey: Last night, when you said you hated me, did you mean it? I don't even know if you're wanting to be here right now. You... you tried to leave me last night. And I wouldn't let you, and I've never been so terrified in my life. You know how scary the thought of losing you is? Out of all the treasures and achievements I've gotten through my job, and anything really... is you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Shane: ...you love me.

I smiled and looked at him.

Joey stood their in silence, like a deer in the head lights. Then, a small cheeky grin hidden by him turning his face away.

Shane: Oh my gosh... IT TRUE!

I laughed and threw a pillow at Joey. He looked at me with this serious look which made me question my actions for a minute, but then smiled again and threw a pillow back at me.

We were now, both of us grown adults, standing on his bed with a pillow in our hands.

Shane: Make your move.

There was nothing for a moment, then- SWAT!

I fell off his bed and hit the floor beneath my head, my lower half still propped awkwardly on the bed as the rest of me dangle off. I pull my legs down and cradle up into a ball, hands on head.

Joey: Shit.

Joey kneeled beside me and rubbed my arm with his hand.

Joey: Are you okay, Shane?

He pulled my hand away from my head.

Joey: I think there might just be a bruise, I'm so sorry.

Joey helped me sit up on his floor.

Shane: I'm not a child,

I chuckled, wiping my eyes,

Shane: I can help myself. Shouldn't have done that in the first place.

Joey: What? No, it was a lot of fun. Haven't really had genuine fun like that in a while.

I looked up into his eyes. He seemed so much bigger than I, though I swear I'm taller than he is.

It was in one look, one mutual look and Joey was on me, kissing my lips and grabbing at my hair. My legs wrapped around his, and nothing else had really existed until then. And everything made sense for a couple of seconds.

Luke: Master Graceffa, your um, eggs are ready.

Joey looked at him and back at me.

Joey: Guess we should get to it then.