Joey's POV
I sat in the living room waiting for Sawyer. I had to tell him how sorry I was. I didn't want things to be awkward. He was gone for about 2 hours, he should be back soon. I was getting worried, but then I heard keys in the lock. I went to open the door for him. He looked at me, shocked that I was up. He also looked nervous.
"Joey..."
He said, looking down at his feet and biting his lip. I leaned in to hug him.
"I'm so sorry Sawyer!"
I said as he hugged back. It was and awkward hug, because I still felt that I had feelings for him.
"I'm sorry too Joey."
He said.
"I just want everything to be okay again. I just want us to still be friends."
I looked at him and smiled.
"Of course, we can always be friends... I guess I was just kind of disappointed at the moment."
"It's okay, I understand."
Sawyer answered smiling.
So I guess we're good now.
Tyler's POV
Shane needed my help. Joey was obviously gay, and he would probably want someone who is also gay. Shane... Isn't exactly the most... gay guy I've met, but that's were I came in.
"So how can you help?"
Shane asked, and that was I a good question. He was extremely hairy, had basically no clothes, his hair was too long, his voice was too low, his vocabulary was not gay enough... I didn't know where to start.
"I guess I could wax your... Everywhere?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't that going to fucking hurt?"
He asked.
"Ok first, higher pitch your voice. Second, what I would say is: 'Isn't that like, seriously going to really hurt?!' Third, do you want Joey or not."
I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.
"Fine, fine whatever."
He said reluctantly.
"Ok, we need you to be more comfortable..."
I said, pushing him onto the couch.
"Lay down!"
I said, shoving his shoulders down. He laid down.
"Now take off your shirt."
I said, getting the wax strips out of my bag.
"I'm nervous..."
He said.
"Shut up! Joey does this all the time!! It won't be that bad!"
He still looked reluctant.
I sat beside his hip and took out one of the strips. I rubbed it in my hands, heating it up.
"Where should we start?"
I asked smirking, he glared at me.
"Tyler... Seriously... I'm really scared..."
He mumbled.
"Calm down, it won't be that bad!"
I said, placing a medium sized strip around his neck.
"No no no no no!! Tyler wait!!"
He screeched.
"Do you want me to do it first?"
I asked, and he nodded. I unbuttoned my shirt and took a little strip. I placed it on my chest.
"Ok I'm gonna show you, it ain't that bad!"
I said, Shane nodded.
"3...2..."
I counted down, then ripped it off. I bit my lip and winced. I didn't want to scream so Shane would be more confident. He nodded.
"Ok... I-I'm ready."
I grabbed the end of the strip. He squirmed.
"Shane stop moving!! I can't pull it when your moving like that!"
I screeched at him.
"That's the point!"
He moved more so I pressed on his stomach.
"STAY STILL!"
I yelled.
"NO!"
He shifted.
I pressed down and sat on his chest.
"Try moving now!"
I smirked, and before he could protest, I ripped it of his chest.
"SHIT TYLER!"
He yelled, and I rubbed the spot I ripped it of from.
"There. One down like, fifty more to go!"
I said laughing.
"Fuck..."
He mumbled under his breath. I laughed at him.
"Hey, if you want Joey..."
"Fine ok do the next one."
He agreed. I got a bigger strip out and rubbed it. I lined it up with the spot that the other one was at.
"Ok ready?"
I asked
"No..."
He mumbled in reply.
"Oh well too late now. Get ready..."
He grabbed my hips and dug his nails into my back.
"Tyler..."
He was scared. I could tell it hurt him. I didn't count down, I just ripped it.
"AH OW FUCK OUCH!"
He said, and I winced. He had a strong grip, and he dug his nails hard into my back.
"Shane!"
I groaned.
"You're going to leave marks all over my back!!"
"Sorry."
he grumbled, and all of a sudden, the door bell rang.
"Here, put this oil stuff on your chest and I will see who's at the door."
I said. I walked over to the door and opened it, forgetting to button my shirt. I opened the door...
"Hey Joey!"
I said, hugging him. He smiled
"Tyler? What are you doing here? What..."
He looked at my chest surveying over the red marks.
"Tyler what were you doing? Where's Shane?!"
He asked alarmed. I looked down. My chest was completely scratched up it looked... It looked like Shane was... Hurting me...
"Oh no no! Joey! Not like that!"
I said laughing.
Joey stared at me.
"Tyler... What happened?"
He asked, as Shane walked into the room.
They stared each other in the eyes.
"Joey..."
"Shane..."
***No Authors Note Today! Love you! ~Shoey Shipper***
