The plane ride was very long.
Shane and Joey slept on each other's shoulders, the stress of planning the wedding and being nervous had warn them both out so much.
When Joey opened his eyes, he saw a vast tropical forest beyound the small airport.
He ran his fingers through Shane's hair as his eyes fluttered open.
"We're here." he said.
He stretched and smiled at him, kissing him gently on the cheek.
They got out of the plane and went to get their luggage.
Because the resort they were staying at was in the middle of the forest, they had to have a guide drive them in.
When they stepped out of the car, the air smelled fresh and clean, and Shane took Joey's hand.
"This is going to be perfect." said Joey, offering a smile.
...
There were constant kisses.
Almost the whole week they were there, there was kissing.
They swam, and ran around on the beach, and Joey had to admit, most of what they did was R rated.
He didn't give a fuck though.
He needed Shane, and now he had him, every single inch of him, and he was going to enjoy it all.
Everything about him made him want to explode, or cry, or laugh, or scream.
Maybe all of it at once.
He felt like they were falling in love all over again every time they kissed.
The endless hours of pleasure might have been getting to his head, but he felt high again.
They ran out into the sand and danced to a Lana Del Rey song he had heard on his phone.
"I love you Shane." he would say every 5 seconds.
"I love you too, my little child molestor."
"Wait, how am I a child molestor if I vowed I would never molest anyone but you?"
"I don't know. Just come here." he said, kissing him hard on the mouth.
He felt like there was no one else in the world but the two of them, and frankly, he was okay with that.
...
"Shane? Shane. Are you okay?" asked Joey. Shane had been tossing and turning a lot in his sleep and almost fell off the bed.
"I have no idea what just happened. Was I sleeping just now? That was the weirdest fucking dream ever, and I don't even know how to start explaining, but I'm fine." he wrapped his arms around his husband and bathed in his scent.
"I don't ever want to leave." sighed Joey.
"Me neither."
"Well Shane Graceffa, we'll have to see everyone again eventually, right?" he said.
I don't really give a fuck, as long as I don't ever have to let go of your hand." said Shane, his voice low and raspy.
"You go back to sleep you lunatic." he kissed him.
...
Eventually, it was time to go home.
Shane was barely awake, he was up, but it was more like sleep walking.
They had been up late last night, trying to enjoy their last nights of paradise together, and now he was feeling the aftermath of it. He was sort of sore, but it was worth it in the end.
On the way home, Joey just watched Shane. All his subtle movements and gestures. When his eyelashes fluttered and when his mouth opened in his sleep. He never let go of his hand, either.
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A/N- Hey motherfuckers! If you're wondering where I am, I'm technically gronded, so sorry I'm not gonna be posting much these next too weeks! Thanks again to @shoeyfangirl and her awesome ass for making this story happen!
