You're the one [Shoey Dawceffa]

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****Sexual content****

(Shane’s pov)

I woke up in an empty bed. I walked down stairs to find Joey editing videos.

Shane: That’s the second day in a row I woke up alone.

Joey: Aw, Shane! I would have still been there but I recorded some Craft of the Dead with Stacy.

Shane: So you’re editing?

Joey: Yep!

Shane: Take a break.

Joey: I can’t.

How his chest slightly rose and fell with every breath he took… And how his abs were perfectly framed by the tight shirt he wore… As my gaze trailed down, I felt myself getting hard. Why the fuck did I get hard just from imagining Joey naked?

I tried to adjust my pajama pants without Joey noticing. Too late… Joey was looking at me with his eyes wide and I just wanted to run away or something… But as his lips formed into a smirk and his eyes traveled down towards the place my hand rested, the feeling disappeared. It got replaced with lust, lust, and lust… And maybe more hardness… Yes.

"Well, I actually think I should take a break now, shouldn’t I?" Joey’s voice sounded deep and a bit hoarse, but oh-so-hot. He got up and walked towards me never breaking the eye-contact.

"And I know something we could do during the break." He slowly let his body drop into my lap. I couldn’t help but groan at the friction of his muscled back between my legs.

"So, shall we?" It nearly sounded like a moan as Joey felt my strong hands at the hem of his shirt.

"Oh my fucking god yes." I pulled at the fabric and Joey lifted his arms so I could remove the piece of clothing. Once it lay on the floor, my hands roamed along his torso. Joey left his hands in the air and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see… He wanted to feel. Every little part of the skin I touched felt like fire, but in a good way, in a fucking good way…

"Mhhh… you’re so fit…" I moaned and gently nibbled at the soft skin of Joey’s neck. Joey groaned and wrapped his arms around my neck. I felt my trousers uncomfortable tight… Or, unbearably tight…

But it wasn’t like I would just release him… No, more torture. I roughly rubbed Joey’s bulge with my hand.

Whilst one hand steadily palming Joey’s throbbing erection, the other caressed his nipple and a mouth sucked purple marks onto his neck.

"Shane, please…" It only took those two words to break the dam in my head… All I wanted now was to fuck this boy.

Joey got lifted up and thrown onto the couch with me falling on top of him. A grunt left my throat as our mouths collided roughly and tongues fought for dominance. I pulled away with a smirk.

"So, should I fuck you?" I breathed loving the sound of this sentence.

The younger boy bit down onto his bottom lip to stop him from crying out as I started to palm him again, even rougher and faster now…

"God yes…" He managed to bring out between his teeth on his lip. My left hand continued to rub Joey’s bulge and my right wrapped around his waist before I pressed a sloppy open-mouthed kiss onto the skin. Joey’s moans turned into begging little noises and he threw his head back.

"Please…" Not only that I couldn’t resist this sexy thing underneath me begging, I also wanted to do this properly by myself. I flipped him over easily and shoved my hands under the fabric of his jeans. Joey understood the hint and lifted his bum up. I undid the belt and unzipped the fly before turning him around once more.