Ship: Joe/Andy
Words: 361

(Sorry I haven't been updating much, I've had writer's block and it's hard for me to write smut. Sorry this is so short but I felt guilty for not updating this so... here)

"Andy..." I call, too lazy to get out of my bunk. Well... too cold...

The bus has been freezing and I don't know whose idea it was to go on tour in the middle of winter. Damn, was it a bad one though. It's freezing cold on the bus and it doesn't help that Pete and Patrick are hogging all the blankets.

I hear the red-head's footsteps as Andy makes his way to my bunk. My teeth are chattering and I'm trying desperately to keep warm with the one blanket I do have.

"What?"

"I'm cold." I whisper, looking up into his green eyes.

He sighs, "So...?"

I hold my hands out, "Get in bed with me."

He looks skeptical, "And...?"

"And what?" I'm confused.

"I'm guessing you want sex, too?"

I smile slightly remembering the last time we'd cuddled. I'd gotten a boner and he was pissed but he was okay with it. It didn't help that he was basically grinding on my dick.

"No, I just wanna keep warm. It's freezing."

Andy raises his eyebrows but crawls into the bunk and pulls me into his chest. It's warm and comforting and oh my god.

"You happy now?" He asks as I turn and bury my face in his chest.

"Mmm..." I tug on the strings of his hoodie and smile mischievously to myself, "I want the hoodie."

"Dude, I'm gonna be freezing." Andy laughs.

"Pleeeeaaaase?" I ask.

"My god, Joe," he whispers. After a moment's hesitation, though, he pulls off the hoodie and hands it over.

I hug it around myself and Andy zips it up for me. I kiss him softly, my lips resting on his and it makes him slow his movements, his hands moving up my newly clothed shoulders.

"I love you," He whispers softly.

"I love you, too," I yawn, burying my face in his chest and feeling myself drift off into an undisturbed sleep.