Where We Started [Joetrick]

11. Assistance

A/N: This chapter is long, it also contains some slight smut in the beginning, so skip if you're uncomfortable

Patrick Stump:

Joe's quiet, rhythmic breathing greeted me one morning. I glanced down at him as he slept peacefully against my chest. He'd slept through the night for the first time, usually his sleep was interrupted by vivid dreams that left him awake for several hours after. 

I ran my fingers through his curly hair and smiled to myself as he nestled his face into my chest. 

"Stop staring at me." Joe mumbled sleepily. "It's rude."

He looked up at me with a sleepy smirk. 

I chuckled at him. "Good morning, love." 

Joe shifted so he was hovering over me, and brushed his lips against mine. "Man, I feel great this morning."

"Well, you slept through the night." I stared into his blue eyes as he shook off the last dredges of sleep. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He dipped his head into the crook of my neck. "And here I thought it was because of you."  Joe's lips brushed against my skin. 

I stared up at the ceiling, fighting to keep my voice even as he continued to taste my skin. "I don't know, sleep is a pretty important thing."

"You've got a point." Joe mumbled, his hands ran over my waist. "But there are other things that are more fun than sleeping." 

"God that's so cliche." I groaned. 

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my sweats. "I thought that's what our relationship was, a series of cliches." Joe's thumb brushed over the growing bulge in my pants. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as my face flushed red. "It- it is." 

"I mean." His voice lowered. "We met in a coffee shop, during a storm that came out of nowhere." The pressure on my crotch increased, causing me to groan quietly. "You spilled your tea, on my favorite shirt no less." Joe kissed my jaw and moved his knee in-between my legs. "We turned out to be in the same history class, and didn't know." He locked eyes with me and smirked at the sight of me panting. "And now we're partners...in more ways than one." He winked. 

"I-" My voice was cut off by a loud moan as Joe rocked his hips against mine. Instinctively, I locked my knees around his waist and pulled him closer.

"Sleep made me well rested." His voice was tight as he kept a steady pace. "But it also made me horny."  

I tilted my head up to the ceiling as pleasure pulsated through my body. "Joe." I gasped, twisting my fingers into his shirt.

"Mmm?" Joe's lips returned to neck. 

"We-" 

"Are you fucking serious?" Andy shouted, sitting up in the bed on the other side of the room. 

Joe froze, cursing under his breath. "Fuck." 

"Fuck is right." Andy sounded annoyed. Although he had every right, having found his roommate and his roommate's boyfriend (?) in the middle of sinful actions. "You guys were about to have sex, while I was still in the room." 

Joe looked over at Andy. "Sorry man, you're a quiet sleeper." 

"All it took was for you to look over and make sure I was gone," Andy argued. 

"I'm sorry, but I was a little preoccupied at the moment." Joe shrugged and winked towards me. 

My face flushed and I covered it with my hands.