Inhale

Chapter 7:

Joey was sat at the bar again.

He had a phone call from their old singer, in simple terms he had asked Joey to stop calling him and making it difficult for the two of them.

Joey would admit. He had called him a couple times, really what he wanted was to apolgies, say he was sorry and that they should talk again.

But he didnt really want to.

He really didn't love Joey, and at every sip of his drink, joey felt his heart crack a little more. He wanted to be loved, he earned for it.

He slept with one guy in highschool, another singer, from another band he was in.

The guy was bisexual, but didnt have requited feelings as he got a girlfriend two days later.

He wanted warmth, he wanted hope and light and someone to cuddle with, he wanted to take care of someone and for them to take care of him. He wanted love, sex, and real true love. He didnt need to fuck, even though and dont get Joey wrong, fucking was amazing.

He was horny, that was true, joey was always horny, it was just a matter of fact, he respected corey for working at the porn shop, because if it was him, hed be walking round with a hard on all day. But Joey had always been that way, embarrassingly easily aroused. Hell he actually considered giving corey twenty dollars, just to get someone round his cock. But hed never do that, and it wasnt actually because corey was dirty and smelly, but he just felt, it wasnt right. He didnt want to make corey quit but morally it just seemed wrong. Corey had showed a vulnerable side yesterday, and joey could see him sleeping on a coach in a rundown apartment, as corey said money was tight. Maybe Joey should slide him a twenty and not receive the blowjob. Then again what was the point in paying for nothing?  He was still horny, joey was one of those people who could be sad and horny and he hated it.

But he always was soft, he may not seem like it, in his opinion he had a hard shell, because all his life he had been made fun of for being short and he hated it. A lot!

But he was really soft, he wanted to wake up next to someone and hold their hand, and just cuddle and embrace them softly. Just love them, give them breakfast in bed and watch movies with them until one fell asleep. God he longed for that.

But he seemed to have a type. He had no idea what his thing for singers were, but he had slept with two. Man, he was an idiot.

"Hey."

Joey blinked up at the voice "you made me jump."

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay. Uh, are you sitting with me?" Joey offered

"What did you do with the real Joey?"

"Shut up!" Joey said going red as corey sat dow next to him.

"Are you okay?" Corey asked "whenever I see you here you always look miserable."

"I am." Joey said

Corey nodded softly "I'm sorry you feel that way."

Joey shrugged "it's okay." He looked up at Corey's tired eyes "are you okay?"

Corey looked at him weirdly, as if he hadnt expected Joey to care. Joey felt a pang on his heart, maybe he was really selfish Oh god.

"Uh, yeah." Corey nodded clearing his throat "I cant complain." He shrugged

"You dont sound sure." Joey said gently

"Yeah, well, it's hard to explain and I'd rather not put that on anyone."

Joey sighed softly, thinking about what he could do, as he slowly pulled out his wallet while corey was drinking. He took out sixty dollars and slid them across.