Pairing: Joey and Chris
Words: blissful; passed; blackness; over


Joey scratches his stomach, checks his dick -- to make sure it
didn't vanish in the night -- and rolls over onto Chris. 
"Morning," he growls.

Chris grumbles and oofs.  "G'way."

Joey tucks his head against the back of Chris's neck, blocking out
the morning light, and snuffles sleepily into Chris's hair.

Chris pushes himself up until he can run over.  Kiss blissful sleep
goodbye.  "Gotta breathe, Joe," he says, and then settles more
comfortably, face up.

Joey grumbles again and presses himself against Chris until the red
light on his eyelids fades to blackness again.  "No.  Breathe bad. 
Stay still."

Chris is already close to passing out again, and doesn't answer.

Joey slides his hand across Chris's stomach to make sure *Chris's*
dick didn't vanish in the night.  It didn't.  He holds it and
starts drifting back to sleep.

"Mmm."  Most of Chris stays happily asleep, but his other brain is
quite operational and starts rocking back and forth in Joey's hand.

Joey works his hand slowly and opens his mouth.  He can hear
himself starting to make little snoring sounds as his breathing
deepens.

Pleasant dreams of early morning sex are starting to filter
through.  Unlike dreams, though, this is free of early morning
breath and the scrape of stubble and getting cock hairs stuck in
your teeth.

Joey slides his leg over Chris's so he can press his
happily-still-present dick against Chris's thigh.  It's nice and
sleepy and warm.  Joey likes being warm.

Mmm.  Getting fucked by Joey while someone -- Lance?  President
Bush?  Demi Moore? -- sucks him off.  Chris can't get his eyes open
to look, but it's someone who really knows cock.

Joey likes the way Chris smells in the morning.  It's all tangy and
dirty and sexy and like a guy.  Which is why Joey wants Chris, so
it's nice to have it right out there in a smell like that.  Plus,
Joey doesn't have to open his eyes to smell it.

Joey is certainly taking his sweet time about fucking him.  Chris
mewls and arches his back and spreads his legs, wordlessly begging
for it since he can't seem to remember how to work his voice
either.

Chris is all moving, which fucks with Joey's vibe.  He moves over
Chris instead. pressing his leg where his hand was and trying to
keep Chris quiet and still so Joey can smell him and get off.  And
go back to sleep.

Ohhh.  Chris likes that.  Joey's holding him down now so Chris just
has to lie there and take it.  He likes it that way.  No, he
*loves* it that way.

Nice, nice, nice.  Warm and nice.  And the hair on Chris's... leg? 
 Something, anyway, is rubbing Joey just right and he sighs happily
and settles down for a nice hump.

Oh, yeah.  Now that's what getting fucked should feel like.  Chris
whimpers with delight.  Whimpers seem to be okay -- it's only words
he can't remember how to make.

Some time later, Joey comes.  There's slick wet hot between them
now, and Chris stopped making those little sounds and yelled a
while ago, so they're probably done.  Joey slumps lower and puts
his head on Chris's chest and decides to go back to sleep.

Chris already went there.