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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave has no regard for hall monitors or for the requirement that students need to stay in their study hall. He knows there's nobody in the music room right now, and there's something distinctly comforting about being surrounded by instruments, even when they're silent.]

[His friends know where to find him when he hides out here, textbooks laid out on the floor and music blaring from headphones left around his neck to keep him aware. He's paying more attention to the beat than to the words on the page, but that's really par for the course.]

[He's been hiding here a lot recently. It's a really good way to get away from gossip about John and Sollux's new... thing, which makes Dave grit his teeth whenever he has to listen to people talk about it. He doesn't have any real claim over Egbert, but he feels like he does, because John as always been his and fuck the bipolar hacker kid, stepping on Dave's territory.]

[It's much easier to sit in the quiet of the music room and not have to worry. He never really expected his problems might follow him in here.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[John's been slightly preparing for this confrontation. Only slightly, because he's really brimming with too much excitement to be concerned about any bad feelings. As such, his only preparation has been the conversation with Rose which, he had to admit, was pretty helpful. Well, actually, the conversation with Rose was what prompted this in the first place, so yeah, of course it was helpful. He is ready to confess to Dave, and it is going to be in the middle of the school day when nothing else is going on for him. Yeah.]

[He knocks on the door of the empty music room before entering. At this time, Dave is usually the only occupant, so he usually doesn't knock. This is a little weird for him, this knocking business. But he wanders in and grins at Dave on the floor. Gosh, he loves this dude, and now he knows they're into each other and this is just so great.]

[John is plopping in front of Dave, careful to avoid the textbooks, and smiles at him.]

Hey, got a minute?
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave goes tense when he hears the knocking. Shit, did his study hall teacher finally figure out where he was going every day? Oh. No, wait, that is definitely John. Cool. Much improvement. Although that smile is making him a little bit uneasy. That's the face John made after figuring things out with Vriska and he does not want to hear about how Sollux asked him to prom or some bullshit. He mentally prepares himself for the sinking feeling in his stomach and the false happiness for his friend.]

Yeah, sure.

[He shrugs and carefully examines John through his sunglasses. What is happening. Why is John looking at him like that. What is so important that they need to have a talk that requires an "is it okay" question before they start.]

What's up? You finally hit puberty and need a real man to explain the sick changes going on?

[Not that John hasn't already hit puberty, with the power of a raging dragon. It doesn't matter that voice cracks and braces and awkward growth happened, it meant that John had admitted to masturbating and that was a mental image that Dave both jerked off to and denied with the power of that same dragon that gave John his puberty.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[John crosses his legs and leans forward on his arms on them. Not quite in Dave's bubble, but very attentive to getting his attention. He laughs, and tries to will the nervousness to stop.]

Haha, yeah, Dave, I hit puberty 2.0 and am wondering what I'm gonna do with the sick changes to whatever's going on with my face.

[He scratches at the scruff along his jaw, unstyled and it's clear that he's forgotten to shave for the past few days. He chuckles again, but then tries to serious the fuck up, which amounts to a soft smile, then a nervous nibble of his lower lip--an old habit he didn't take up as much nowadays--and finally a deep-ish breath. God, how does he start. Rose said Sollux, start with Sollux. Okay.]

But seriously, man, this is important. This Sollux and me thing, it's uh, well, it's not like it's not working out, [He rolls his hands around for emphasis, making the arm leaning pretty pointless] but it's not. Right. Does that make sense?

[He's looking at Dave very intently, hoping that something magical will make all the words come out through eye contact, that he wants Dave and that's why it's wrong, but god he has to do this with his mouth.]
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave has a long moment of examining John's facial hair. That was one of those distinctly male traits to his best friend that made Dave want to run his fingertips along John's skin. He used to be a little bit disturbed by how badly the hair on John's chin, the cut of his jaw, his flat chest, all of those male things turned him on and pulled him in, but now he's just bitterly used to it. He won't admit it, too afraid that putting it into words will doom him to his brother's fate, but to himself, he knows that leg hair and broad shoulders turn him on just as much as, if not more than gentle curves and perfect breasts.]

[It's a problem, though, because Dave wants so badly to touch. He finds more excuses than he should, but it's when John neglects his razor in the morning when it gets really bad. That little teenaged training beard is enough to make Dave want to run his tongue along it just to feel the texture against his tongue. It's sick and that's one of the urges that he's a little bit disgusted by. He's allowed to be bisexual in secret, but wanting to lick your best friend's scruffle is kinda weird.]

[But Dave prickles in a way that has nothing to do with stubble when John brings up Sollux. All manner of bad scenarios fly through his head, and he closes his hands into fists.]

He didn't fucking hurt you, did he? Because I will end him.

[The rage in Dave's voice is repressed into something cold and quiet and is all the more dangerous for it. That had been the worst part of this whole deal. John was fucking a guy who had a reputation of making his ex-boyfriend bleed.]

Or does he like someone else? Is he cheating on you?

[Dave's feeling a little bit hysterical, and mentally straps himself to the handle. This is getting out of control, rapidly.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[John is shocked at Dave's reaction, more so from the change in conversation tone than the actual reacting. He frowns and holds his hands up defensively, halt motherfucker, halt.]

What--no! No way, man, no hurting or abuse or anything like that in this neck of woods!

[He's about to deny the other parts immediately, but oh wait, no, Dave had that right, actually. He grins a bit and folds his hands together, twiddling his fingers.]

He's not cheating, he's actually really loyal. But he does like someone else. And three guesses who.

[He raises an eyebrow in a "you know who I'm talking about" way, but even though this would be sad news coming from anyone else, John's smile just grows.]

And before you get Destroyer of Boyfriends all up in here, charming as that kinda is, it's okay. Because I liked someone else, too. [He briefly averts his eyes, and can feel his face heating up gradually.] I have for a really long time, and, gosh, I love him a lot! But he says he's straight, so I have been...really scared to talk to him about it. Y'know?

[He turns his eyes back to Dave, and fiddling has gotten more stiff but restless all the same.]
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave feels something in his guts twitch unpleasantly. So Rose was right, this John Sollux thing was some kind of mutual arrangement and Dave honestly can't decide how to feel about that. Part of him is angry, because John deserves better than a guy who's thinking about someone else, but at least nobody's been betrayed so Dave doesn't have to beat anyone up. But he kinda wants to beat someone up, defend John's honor and fuck this is so out of hand he can't even touch it with his fingertips anymore.]

[He doesn't need any of the guesses, the fact that the someone else is Eridan Ampora goes without saying. Dave just watches John as he talks, trying to settle the squirming in his stomach that hates the idea of John liking someone who doesn't like him back, someone straight, almost as much as he hates the idea of John belonging to someone else at all. Shit, maybe he should seek help for this. He's going to turn into some kind of crazy gay stalker at this rate or something. He can't do that, he has to find a nice girl and settle down and not pine for all eternity like his stupid brother.]

[A weird little feeling similar to hope bubbles in Dave's stomach, but it clearly isn't him that John is referring to, so he squashes it harshly. It's probably one of Karkat's friends, the ones that John occasionally sits with at lunch. There are lots of straight guys amongst them, even with as much gay facesucking going on in that group.]

Well. Come on, John, if you're friends with this guy, it's not like he's going to hate you for being into him, he's gotta know you like dudes.

[Dave steels himself for the inevitable, and it just makes the discomfort in his stomach worse.]

Who is this guy? Hell, maybe you'll get lucky and he's not as straight as he claims.

[There's a tiny hint of bitterness in Dave's voice and he's mortified by it. He's not supposed to be bitter like that. He's not supposed to want to be John's straight boy.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles, glad to have Dave's support, so glad, and he's holding back from grabbing Dave's hands like in the animes. Not the time for that. He keeps eye contact--or as much as he can with those shades--and says very confidently,]

Well, he's you, Dave.

[John grins, and he knows Dave is not straight, because Rose said so. He can feel his prankster gambit going up up up, but it's the fun kind of prank this time, he guesses, and maybe not even a prank at all. Maybe. Trying to get your friend who likes you to admit it by playing dumb may or may not be prankstery. Either way, it's still hard to say, because it's still a confession and gosh.]

You are the straight homolove of my life, and it's...really about time I fessed up.

[He holds the WELP-smile for another second before running his hands over his face, going UGGGGH before dropping his hands back to his lap and bringing back the smile with a nervous laugh.]

Man, that was--that was hard. Whew.
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The twitching in Dave's stomach turns into a full on violent lurch when John tells him that holy fuck, his deepest hopes were accurate. His poker face falls completely, crumbling into dust in the wake of John's confession. His mouth falls open, just a little, and his eyes unfocus. This. This isn't a thing that can be happening. This literally is not possible. John can't. He can't.]

[Dave feels something prickling at the backs of his eyes and realizes in a dazed sort of way that holy fucking shit, he's tearing up in school. In front of a person. In front of John. He can't move, he can't think, his hands are shaking and he has goosebumps and he's scared and too happy to comprehend it and his brain is shutting down even as it starts to turn on again.]

[And then it all rushes in around him like a broken dam, and Dave is momentarily terrified that he might throw up. The part of his brain that is trying to force his focus away from the problem at hand points out how much damage that would do to his textbooks.]

[Dave still hasn't said anything, just searches every inch of John's face for hints that he might be kidding, or lying, or not serious in some way. The reality of this is too much to handle, but here it is, and there's certainly no way to abscond to think.]


[Dave's voice is small and broken, like a little child who has just been told that a loved one has passed away. How can he possibly respond to this. He can't win here, can't have John because what if he loses John but he wants him so badly.]

[Dave swallows hard and thanks Dirk furiously for getting him started in this ridiculous sunglasses wearing trend that is currently protecting John from seeing the anguish in Dave's eyes.]


[Dave digs his hands into his hair and takes a deep, shaking breath. Too much, too much. Fuck, he cannot be having a panic attack, this is so fucking stupid he's acting like Karkat motherfucking Vantas.]

I... John, shit, this...

[The tears break and Dave ignores them, reaching out in an attempt at touching John's face that he aborts halfway through. His fingers are visibly shaking and he's still afraid he might throw up. He pulls his hands back in close to his chest and looks around the room as if expecting someone to be watching, maybe to mock him and maybe to save him from having to figure out what to do with this huge shift in his life that he didn't see coming.]

D-did Rose put you up to this?

[He can't breathe, the world is closing in, this is a dream, this is a lie, he can't be following Dirk down this road, he can't. He's supposed to get over wanting to stick his tongue down John's throat, not to get into a relationship with him. This has to be a prank.]

God, fuck, is this a joke?

[He's desperate, and he grabs John by the shoulders, holding on possibly a little bit too tightly.]

Don't fucking tease me, asshole, this is cruel.

[His hands go slack and he slumps backwards and pushes his sunglasses out of the way so he can press his palms into his eyes. Everything hurts. This is a monster he has to face and it's just pulled out a fucking sword. He's crying like a child in the fucking music room out of nowhere, and he's never going to live that down, whether this is a prank or not.]

It can't be this fucking easy, it's never this fucking easy.

[Dave's not sure if he's talking to John or himself, or maybe it's both. He can't be sure.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[This. This was not what John was expecting at all. He swallows thickly, and feels like he might start crying, too. Dave sounds so hurt more than anything, and John has never wanted that ever for him. His smile dropped at first "fuck," and suddenly he feels like he may have made another huge mistake. What did he do wrong, what what what. He's fucked up somehow, hasn't he?]

Dave--Dave, I'm not joking!

[It comes out far more defensive than he intends, because fuck, these are real feelings in real life and John doesn't get why Dave is questioning it. He tightens his mouth and gets to work on closing Dave's books and stacking them off to the sides so that he can scoot closer and within a much better Emergency Hug distance.]

Shh, I'm not teasing you, I am being totally serious. I know I am the pranking master, but this really isn't one of those times. I do love you, for real, and I have and I don't really see me stopping.

[He sighs and wiggles his fingers between Dave's hands and his face, trying very gently to tug them away. This is too fucking sad, and he doesn't understand the easiness or hardness that has to be there. His tugs are light, non-forceful, but nudging.]

Hey, c'mon, look at me, bro...did I say something wrong?

[John feels that there are some issues here Rose didn't mention or know about, and now it's starting to make him worry he was too dumb or something with his words again. Or just in general, that seemed to be a problem sometimes, too.]
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[John is touching Dave, and it's pulling him hard into this moment no matter what it's doing to his poor heart. John's successful at pulling his hands away from his eyes, but his sunglasses got pushed far enough out of the way that they don't fall back into place. He's crying without his barrier now and that's even worse, like being skinned before getting thrown into a sandpit to wrestle. But he can't stop the tears now that they've started, and this is the first time he's cried in months.]

You fucking idiot, it's not this easy! You don't just walk up to me one day and tell me you love me, that's not something that happens!

[Dave is hysterical and it's painted across his face, and he's going to be humiliated about his display later. In fact, he's fairly humiliated about it right now. He turns his face sharply away from John and closes his eyes, breathing until he's forced the tears to slow to a near stop.]

Look. You just. You had a fucking boyfriend yesterday, even if he did like a hipster douchebag. This is just a little bit hard to believe!

[He stares hard at the floor.]

This is too easy to be fucking real. I'm going to wake up in the fucking nurse's office or something and you'll go back to kissing Sollux and I'll go back to wanting to touch your fucking stubble like somebody told me it grants wishes.
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[John holds on tight to Dave's hands, clenching tight when oh fuck he is seriously crying. His heart breaks, tears into pieces, sinks to the bottom of his ribcage. He swallows again, trying so hard not to cry as well. He feels like the worst kind of jerk right now, and he's not sure what to do about but keep talking.]

Yes I can and I just did! I sat right in front of you, beat around the bush, and told you I loved you. That happened. I don't have pics, but it happened.

[He's not thinking when he brings one of Dave's hands up to his face, kissing his palm as heartfelt and sincere as a lover.]

I did have a boyfriend, who does like a hipster kinda-douchebag. That's real, too.

[He kisses the other palm, lips quivering because his jaw is fighting back against him fighting back the urge to sob.]

And you're not gonna wake up, this isn't a dream, Sollux and I are really way done kissing, and Dave, even if you want to fucking molest my stubble I would try my best to grant your wishes.

[He's pulling sap out of a sap jar at this point, but he means it, and if he has to start singing "How Do I Live" and re-enacting romance scenes, he so fucking will. He drops Dave's hands and nudges his head to face him, teary red eyes and all, and he wipes at the tears, smearing them on his face.]


[John initial urge to SHUT UP AND KISS THAT BOY KISS HIM RIGHT NOW is put on hold, because he's scared to death of triggering Dave again or something. He lets his jaw relax, now that it's stopped threatening to release quivers of undying sadness, and gives Dave a look asking if it's okay, can he kiss this boy and make the hurts stop.]
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave can't breathe. If he breathes, he might break the magic of this moment, which seems to be built out of the tiniest strings of cotton candy, ready to melt or rip at any moment. It's helpful that his lungs don't seem to want to breathe for him anyways. John is kissing his hands, gentle and perfect like a scene from the movies Dave's never believed. This doesn't feel like the wrenching heartbreak he sees in Dirk's eyes after he spends a day with Jake and his wife.]

[The whole situation moves in slow motion until Dave takes a shaky gasp of air and everything snaps back into real time. He reaches out with still-trembling hands and cups John's face, pulling him into a kiss that's too fast and hurts his teeth. Even the pain is somehow special, like something out of another world that Dave has stumbled into.]

[John's stupid post-puberty kinda-beard tickles his fingers and Dave thinks that, hey, maybe it really does grant wishes, because he'd have wished for this anyways. His stomach is still churning but he doesn't feel bile rising anymore, because a little bit of hope seems to be pushing it back down.]

[He lets the kiss end naturally and leaves his hands where they are, looking destroyed. He's happy and so terrified at the same time, and it's fucking with everything but he's tired of fighting it. He'd be this boy's best man, his sex toy, his boyfriend, his guardian angel, his anything. Strider curse, it seems.]

You taste like peppermint.

[It's such a stupidly inane, inappropriate statement for the moment that Dave breaks, this time into laughter. It's half coughing because he's still wrecked from the crying, but he presses his face into John's neck with a smile anyways.]

Fuck, I love you.
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-10 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
[The kiss is probably the sweetest and most romantic kiss John has experienced. It's simple and short, but what makes it beautiful is the amount of feelings invested in it. His heart repairs itself and sings ridiculous hymns for this boy, and John is sure the hymn is sung by olden monks in homomonasteries. It's beautiful and loud and he feels like he has wings from the sheer joy.]

[The kiss hurts at first, and John is trying not to giggle into it, but it's perfect because it's them and that's what matters. He kisses back, tracing the curve of Dave's jaw slightly with his fingers. They part and it's fine and smooth, nothing forced about it.]

[He laughs, stringing his fingers through Dave's hair. Gosh, just...gosh.]

You don't taste too bad yourself.

[He nuzzles Dave, rubbing a hand along his back and smiling sooooo big. For a long time, he was scared they'd never have a moment like this. Now that it's here, John wonders how his life even functioned without it.]

I love you, too, Dave. I love you so fucking much.
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[personal profile] knightofcool 2012-02-10 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dave lets himself relax, just a little bit, against John. He feels a little bit hollowed out as the panic and crying fade away, but it's a good sort of feeling, oddly enough. Like all the worries were ripped out of him and there's nothing left, so now he can sleep in the aftermath.]

I can't believe you did this in the fucking music room.

[He laughs helplessly and lifts his head off of John's shoulder. For a moment, he debates dropping his sunglasses back over his eyes, but decides against it. Dave makes eye contact for a moment before kissing John high on his cheekbone, nudging John's glasses with his nose in the process.]

Want to skip class and make out in my car?

[Because there is no fucking way that Dave can go back and sit in a desk right now. He feels like he's floating, relieved and sleepy and desperate to attach himself to this boy.]
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[personal profile] putthebunnyinthebox 2012-02-15 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[John laughs, embarrassed by his own pick of location and that Dave actually commented on it. Gosh, way to be cool, Egbert. It was spontaneous and he wanted to do it now but Dave doesn't really need to hear all the reasoning and excuses behind his lack of class in emotional confessing.]

Yeah yeah, shut up, dude.

[He's decided that any time Dave keeps his shades off is an awesome time, because man. He's seen his eyes before, but never in this sort of light. It almost takes his breath away, and his face flushes with the kiss that snaps him out of his open admiring of Daveface. He chuckles and kisses the corner of Dave's mouth before snapping to attention at oh yes make-outs. He runs through his next classes for the day, decides that what they're learning is crap, and yes, yes, of course Dave makeouts are more appealing.]

Oh, fuck yes.

[And then they picked up their stuff and made out in Dave's car THE END.]