Broken Memories [Shoey Dawceffa]

Chapter 23

Shane feels half of his body cold, really freezing, and the other half feels comfort and warm. The moment he's slowly trying to open his eyes he feels himself moving and his head, which previously was rested in something comfy and soft, slides down to the hard floor. Shane feels two arms wrapping around them straight away and he's pushed against a warm and soft chest. He notices that Joey had put him close to him and using his arms and legs as a blanket. Better, he feels much warmer.

He probably groans or makes some type of noise by how comfortable the position is, ignoring the fact that it's hard for him to breath, because Joey notices he's awake. "You were shivering." Joey whispers close to his ear while stroking his soft hair. Shane instantly grips Joey's shirt on his fists and he feels so small right now. "Better if we go to the room."

Shane hums and it doesn't work as an answer, he's still so sleepy and so comfortable, but Joey probably takes it as if it was because he moves, not pulling much away because Shane still feels the warmth from his strong body.

Shane doesn't know how Joey does it, but he's carried out of the floor and suddenly he's on Joey's arms. His eyes open a bit and he probably looks like a baby right now, he never thought this day would come that Joey would carry him as bride style to bed because they had fallen asleep outside. His hands make their way around Joey's neck and he doesn't give another glance to the dark sky and chilly night when he buries his face on Joey's hot neck.

Joey chuckles a bit and Shane feels him placing a kiss on his hair before starting walking. He hears the door shutting behind them and he's a surprised that Joey didn't let him fall by trying to close the door with his feet.

"I'm heavy..." Shane's voice comes from his throat but it still sounds soft and low to Joey.

"You're not babe." Joey whispers back even being them the only ones in the house, while climbing the stairs.

Shane hums one more time before saying "You aren't supposed to carry me..." because no, Joey isn't. He's the younger one, the fragile one and is Joey the one supposed to be taken care of, not the other side. But fuck, why does Joey has to be so fucking strong.

"Why not?" Joey asks in amusement and Shane knows they're getting into the room. He also knows he can't reply to Joey with what he's thinking about.

"Because... not..." he whispers sleepily against Joey's skin.

The way Joey gently lays Shane down in bed would make him think about millions of things, would light up those feelings Shane is so afraid of, however he doesn't have energy for it and he's still half sleeping since he doesn't remember what happened before he fell asleep on Joey.

The sheets are pulled up to cover his body and then Joey is laying down next to him. With eyes shut, Shane reaches for his best friend for a cuddle and he doesn't mind that is Joey holding him and it's him who looks so fragile.

Joey's hand goes up and down brushing Shane's bare arm like he usually does to the younger boy and Shane lets a sight leave his lips and before he falls asleep once again he listens to Joey's tired voice "I love you" he says and that would make Shane awake in another circumstances because it's been a while since they share those three words and the last time Shane had said it Joey didn't say back. But he falls asleep with the comfort of Joey's warmth, once again.

In the morning, when Shane wakes up he's still in the same position he fell asleep last night. Joey is still holding him and he still feels his soft touches. Shane can't just remember how he ended up in the bed if the last time he recalls he was outside. With Joey. He was apologising. They talked about their future. Joey told Shane about what he wrote for -about -him. In a blink of an eye Shane was on top of Joey. Kissing his neck. And telling him... oh god.