"Hi!" Corey chuckled leaning on Joey's windowsill.
"Ssh, hurry up before she hears you." Joey said rolling his eyes, as Corey climbed though the window.
Joey grabbed a Metallica record, it was the closest to him and threw it on.
"Oh, Master of puppets?" Corey quizzed.
"Yeah?"
"Wonderfully choice my dear." Corey chucked.
Joey blushed.
"Are you gonna give me a hello kiss?" Corey smirked.
"Of course, what do you think I'm waiting for idiot?" Joey said
And so Joey did
"You seem in an awfully good mood today." Joey said after he pulled away.
"I am actually." Corey smiled lying down on Joey's bed, sliding his checkered Van's off "everything is going well right now."
"What? I'm stuck in my house!" Joey complained
"But we havent had to communicate with the outside world." Corey pointed out "and I think climing windows for ones boyfriend is very romantic."
"You're an idiot." Joey chuckled
"Ah yes, but I'm you're idiot." Corey pointed out "which makes it legal."
"I cant believe we've been doing this." Joey shook his head at its ridiculousness.
"What me climbing up the tower this past week to see my fair princess Joepunsel?" Corey laughed his ass off.
"Yes." Joey shook his head blushing. "Wait? Haha Joepunsel? What the fuck....actually that has a nice ring to it actually...yeah." He thought out loud
"Arent I a genius?" Corey smiled
"No you're an asshole." Joey smiled pushing him "I'm joking, you are a genius, but you dont have to keep hurting yourself to get up here. Look at those bruises." Joey pointed out.
"Well, you cant come out since you're on your full lockdown watch. So I thought I'd come your way and I'll just keep hiding in the closet when your mom walks in." Corey laughed "and anyway they are fine. I dont mind getting bruised up to see you." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"I cant believe we got away with fucking yesterday. Actually fucking." Joey shook his head blushing at the memory.
Corey groaned "I know! It had been a long time since we last had. But I didn't want to rush our thing y'know. And it's nice because wow yesterday, both of us, sober, in sync, slow, it felt like how it should have always been. Exploring bodies. Skin contact and mouth juices and orgasms. Not about aggression or the sake of it. It was the best I think we ever did." Corey stared at Joey's celing.
Corey had of course visited Joey yesterday, and Joey's mom was doing work in the kitchen. Corey was actually for once feeling confident in his body, which Joey was happy about. Because Joey thought Corey's body was perfect and he should have been more proud of it, however Corey didnt not. He did though think Joey's was perfect and that Joey would say no to. So they were kind of in the same boat.
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General FictionCorey has an illness, it was something someone gave to him if you like, something he had no choice of, PTSD. No matter what he does he cant forget it, but he has no clue of what his head is doing to him. Joey is a happy go lucky, kinda crazy individ...