You didn’t even know he was going to stay.
After hours of talking softly, the two lying on their sides, sharing the pillow as if it were the last piece of safe ground in the world, Joey was staying. First with the excuse that the sofa in the living room was a drug. Then, it was too late to go back to his room. Finally, it just... stayed. The weight of his breathing slowed down over time, until everything was silenced for good.
You also slept.
But now it was morning, and the heat on your back woke you up before the sun crossed the curtains. He had a heavy arm around his waist - Joey’s. He was glued. Awesome.
You blinked, still a little groggy, until your brain decoded what it was feeling leaning against you. And it wasn’t his knee.
Something hard. Pressed against his back.
Oh.
Oh.
You were completely motionless, your heart pounding in your ears. And then - as if the universe wanted to screw you for good - Joey let out a low, hoarse and sleepy sound against his neck. A satisfied sigh.
“Don’t move.”
You felt his breathing fail right behind your ear. “For God’s sake, {{user}}, don’t move.”
You felt his arm tighten, as if that would prevent the collapse of reality that would come next.
“...Joey.”
“Shh. I’m trying not to die of shame.”
“So why are you—“
“I’m not.” He let out another frustrated sigh. “My body has a life of its own, okay? Apparently he likes you more than he should.”
You bit your lip, holding back your laughter.
“I mean... technically, the big boy likes you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re hot. Sleeping with you is a terrible idea.”
“It was you who stayed.”
“It was you who left me.”
Silence.
You could feel his heart beating against your back now. Quick. Nervous.
“...{{user}}?”
“Hum?”
“Maybe we should talk about it. After my... enthusiasm passes.”
You laughed softly, settling a little more in his embrace - provoking, of course. Just to hear the contained and desperate moan he let out.
“You’re the devil.”
“And you are my blanket.”
“Not a blanket. I’m the damn bigger pussy.”