The Trouble With Love (SHOEY Fanfic) DISCONTINUED

Dreams (Chapter 30)

[The next day]
I was cuddling on the couch with Shane after a long day of editing (tough, I know right?). Our bodies were curled up against each other's perfectly, and the steady rise and fall of our chests was the only thing moving in the room. The warmth of Shane's body was comforting, and I'm sure my body heat laced his form.

"Joey?" I heard his quiet voice beside me whisper.

"Mmm?"

"Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do. You stole my heart and didn't give it back,"

He didn't respond and just cuddled closer to me. His eyes were still open, staring at me, just comfortably staring. I tried not to look at him, but I couldn't help it. The dimly lit room gave a grayish tint to his normally icey blue eyes and his hair was messily swept to the side. Our eyes met and I felt a rush of adornment for this man. I truly do love him.

His breathing was lulling me to sleep, so after what seemed like seconds (but were really minutes), I fell asleep with the eyes of my Shane on my semi-unconscious body.

My dreams were quiet and calm, like something out of a Sawyer Hartman Thru My Eyes film.

Waves lapping on a beach.
Branches waving in the wind.
Cloud floating gracefully through the sky.
My handsome boyfriend caressing my face.

Anything calm and satisfying could be found in my dreams, which was unusual for me. But nevertheless, I welcomed the beautiful dreams. I enjoyed the relief and happiness that my -now calm- dreams brought. The little consciousness I had whispered that it was Shane who gave me the inner peace. The feeling of being loved made even my unconscious mind be set free.

Slowly, my dream gave in to feeling and started heating up. No, not the comfortable heat. This was the sort of heat that made you sweat, panting and delirious, to your death. My mind begged to wake up, but i didn't want to leave. Not yet. Why don't I want to leave?

I squirmed, starting to feel discomfort. I felt it all over my body, just a dull ache of something not going well inside you. The heat started becoming more intense as the ache heightened. I heard myself let out a small groan and I stirred. Something isn't right...

I jolted awake, panting and sweating. My forehead felt hot, and my stomach rolled. My head started to spin and there was an odd sensation in my throat.

Shane sat up next to me, eyes widened in concern.

"Joey, honey, are you okay?"

I shook my head vigorously as I finally put the pieces together. I'm sick.

I must have gotten whatever this is from Tyler. He mentioned when we collabbed the other day that he got a 24 hour bug right after I left. Shit.

I got up frantically and darted to the bathroom, only to empty my stomach of its contents. Shane followed me in a matter of seconds, rubbing my back and whispering sweet things. He was trying not to get sick by watching, I could tell he was. I can't blame him though.. It was so violent... Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my stomach muscles ached by the time it was over.

I tried standing up but my body felt so weak. My muscles would not obey me. Shane helped me clean up and brush my teeth, before bringing me to the bedroom. I felt his hands cold as ice on my arms and I shivered.

"S-Shane... Your hands... C-cold..." My teeth were chattering as he gently tucked me under a sheet.

"Shhh, you have a fever, babe... It'll be alright,"

Babe. He called me babe. I just wanted to kiss him right now, but I also didn't want to get him sick.

I bit my lip to keep my teeth from chattering, but it didn't help much. My body felt like it was on fire, yet cold as winter at the same time. Every bone in my body ached.

Shane gently kissed my forehead before placing a wet cloth on it. He's taking care of me.. Exactly like I did for him when he was sick all those weeks ago.

"Try and rest, Joey. You'll feel better in the morning,"

And I did.

I stirred awake the next morning, feeling lots better. My body felt normal. My stomach didn't churn and my head didn't spin.

But I had a memory of something I never did. And it tugged at my mind, begging to be thought about. Last night. A dream I had...

I glanced down at my lower self and bit my lip. Oh. A blush crept up to my cheeks as the memory returned.

I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom to... Tend to the problem.

My mind had no trouble remembering this time, as I tried desperately to release myself quickly. My hand worked steadily, but once I let myself relax into the memories of the dream, it helped a lot more than my hand was.

The dream felt so real.. I saw Shane walking into the livingroom, after he tucked me in for the night. He sat on the couch for a while, just watching TV. Then out of nowhere, I heard a zipper. His hands slid his jeans down slightly, and reached into his underwear. I watched from behind the corner to the hall, as my boyfriend moved his hand in a steady rhythm. A moan escaped his perfect lips and I gasped. This was so hot. I definitely will not miss out on this.

I stepped out from behind the wall and he heard the floorboard creak. His hand stopped moving and he stared at me in silence. It wasn't until I spoke that he continued his stroking motion.

"Shaney, baby, let me help you..."

I came closer and crawled onto his lap. I connected our lips in a hot kiss, Shane letting out a sexy whimper.

"B-But.. Y-Your sickk.." I moved his hand away and rubbed his crotch with the palm of mine. His breath caught in his throat and I smirked. I'm in control.

"You know you want me. Does being sick really matter?" I moaned into his ear, hoping my point of persuasion would set his mind.

"I-I guess not..." I smiled and placed several wet kisses along his neck and jaw, earning a loud moan. "Oh, Joey.... I-I love you so damn much... Oh..."

His panting was giving me a boner aswell, but I didn't let it stop me from pleasing him.

I finally slid my hand into his underwear and jerked my hand in quick, upward motions.

This dream was hotter than the dirtiest sex we've ever had, even though we've only done it a few times. We tried moving slow over the past few weeks, but he's literally the biggest tease. The dirtiest we've ever done it would have to be me spraying whip cream all over his sensitive areas while he's handcuffed to the bed. He tasted wonderful, to be honest.

The memory of that time made my member twitch yet again, as pleasure filled my body, thinking of memories that were real and memories that were dreams.

I can't remember what happened in my dream after I rolled my thumb over his tip, but just the thought of the sound he made got me off.

I quickly cleaned up and got dressed. I decided to check on Shane, and to tell him that I'm feeling better. I stepped around the corner of the hall, only to see Shane laid out on the couch, asleep with a hard-on.

He jolted awake, much like I did, and looked around the room until he met my eyes.

"J-Joey?" His voice came out weak and strained. "B-but... You w-were just..." He looked down at the bulge in his pants and sighed. I bit my lip, trying hard not to laugh. Maybe we shared similar dreams?

//Authors Note//

So that was 1350 words and I wrote this in less than an hour wooooo! And this is only sorta a filler chapter?

Btw I got 5K reads so I'm kinda freaking out?

I'm gonna start updating again so keep a watch out for this book title popping up in your feed!

I'm just excited because I wrote two words in this chapter two months ago look where I am now. If you hear a very distant "Fvck yeahhhhh!!!!" That's probably me.

Anyways happy 2015 and hopefully I'll update a lot more often!

-Author