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CHRONOLOGY
=> Dave & John: Partake in one-sided accidental voyeurism. [ N S F W ]
=> Eridan & Sollux: Get drunk and attempt sexytimes. [ N S F W ]
=> Eridan & Sollux: Deal with hangovers and talk about feelings.
=> Eridan & Sollux: Consummate mutual UST-feelings. [ N S F W ]
=> Sollux & John: Get together.
=> Sollux & John: Roleplay. [ N S F W ]
=> John & Dave: Cry and get together. ==~*~== FINISHED ==~*~==

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[Today. Fucking. Sucked. People are starting to figure out that, yeah, John's gay, and somehow that's almost worse than when he wasn't and was dating that Vriska bitch. Now the gay boys are giving him that look, the look that Dave has dibs on even if he isn't fucking gay fucktards. He's aware that the furiously possessive fire in his stomach that screams at him to hold John close his chest and cut anyone who dares try to pull him away is probably unhealthy, but he doesn't care. John belongs to him, even if he never wants to have sex with him. He is Dave's.]

[Of course, thinking about how John belongs to him the whole bus ride home has led to him thinking some fucking dirty thoughts about tying him up and sucking little purple patches all over his body to show all those motherfuckers that he's taken, even if he's not taken because Dave is not gay. And now he's finally back in his fucking apartment and he's been half-hard for the past 15 minutes and Dirk's not home so he really has no reason not to just go for it.]

[He knows John wanted to hang out today, but they hadn't actually talked about it, so whatever, he could jack off, doze it off for half an hour, then call up his friend and they could watch crappy movies while Dave thought about chaining their wrists together so they can never get too far away from each other.]

[He's barely got his bedroom door closed before he's pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes as he does so. He unhooks his belt and opens his top drawer, setting about on mission "find the fucking lube".]

[John's popularity among the male population of school has been changing lately. And by changing, he means that god damn he has never had that many people give him curious eyes like that before. He can't tell just how many are interested and how many are just confused, but they all smile back when he waves at them so...it's not all bad. He was scared it'd be worse, really, so having no one bug him about his sexuality was really...great and stuff. It's not like he's been kicked off the football team or that his teachers suddenly don't like him, either.]

[At this point, John's only problem is that as much as he says he doesn't need to date anyone, he kind of actually a lot does. Vriska sort of fills the void, but mostly in a cuddle-at-home way that goes hand-in-hand with the accidental kisses they share out of habit. They're going to have to work on that, maybe aim for the cheeks instead. But John's bachelor life isn't just hindered by his uncertainty of who is available, but who isn't. Dave is his best friend, and the guy he's been crushing on forever, and the one he'd think about when making out with Vriska.]

[He gets that Dave's straight, and that they'll never get to kiss and hug and get down to the dirty stuff, and that's alright. He's not going to push it on Dave, or even tell him about it. John is just going to...pine for a while and snatch up all the bro hangouts he can with Dave to make up for the perceived forever lack of a relationship with him.]

[It's what's landed him hiding in Dave's closet right now. He arrived just as Dirk was leaving, and, in a moment of prankster master genius, hid in the closet and practiced all his scariest/goofiest faces. Plan: Scare The Shit Out Of Dave was well underway from the get-go, and then Dave came in the room and--started...taking off his shirt. John swallows, watching Dave through the crack in the door. Well...okay, maybe he can watch Dave be shirtless for a little while. His attractive--so painfully, agonizingly attractive--best friend would just have to spare him a peep show for a bit.]

[Dave's pants sag a little bit without his belt, catching on his hip and showing a hint of his totally ironic chick-and-bunny Easter boxers. Really, he wears them for the bunnies-- there's a long term joke that John is a rabbit and he likes having a little piece of him close. He finally closes his fingers around his bottle of astroglide and tosses it effortlessly onto his bed. He shuts the drawer with one hand, the other already on the button of his jeans.]

[He digs his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and his boxers all in one go, tugging them down and leaning over to take them off. He's entirely unaware of his audience and so he's shameless, showing John his back and ass in their full glory. He stretches a little to loosen himself up and then climbs onto the bed, propping himself up against the pillows.]

[Dave takes off his shades now, the most vulnerable part of this whole event. He sets them on his bedside table and reaches over for his lube, squeezing a little bit onto his palm. With a soft sigh, he wraps his lubed up hand around his dick, which isn't all the way hard but slowly getting there.]

[Holy shit. Holy. Shit. Holy fucking--oh god what is happening. The peepshow turned strip show turned creeper in the closet scenario was throwing John for all the loops, all of them. Dave's body is beautiful, he's lean and firm and so very, very male, and all in one go John's had a full 360 view of it. He could rewind the way Dave's back stretched and bent, creating a curve that flowed flawlessly with his choice ass--because, really, in the case of Dave Strider, how else was his (or anyone's) ass supposed to be described?--and just god dammit. John's seen Dave in speedoes and boxers before, but there is a lot that is intensely different seeing him naked and half-hard.]

[John gasps, quietly, because he's pretty breathless right now. This is scary, bordering terrifying, but god he doesn't want it to stop. He's not sure when he covered his mouth with his hand, but he realizes it's there when he licks his lips and catches the salty sweat accumulating in his palm. Dave's glasses are off, his hand slick and around his dick and ohhhh, this is too much. This has to be a dream, it has to be. John is going to wake up on his desk, face stuck to an open page in his textbook, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth. He's going to wake up any second now, so he closes his eyes, counts to three in his head, and he expects--and sort of sadly hopes--that when he opens them, he'll be class-publically humiliated.]

[He opens his eyes and fuck, it's real, this is real, and he wants to groan out in frustration so badly. This is cruel, having Dave all out like this in front of him, forcing him to watch. Well, okay, no one is forcing him, but there is no way he's passing up a chance to watch Dave...get off. Oh god. He's such a creep, fuck. John can feel his own arousal starting, it makes him squirm, but he won't stop any of this. He'll worry about the after party later.]

[Dave starts slow, if only because he's scrolling through his usual selection of "Leave my John the fuck alone" fantasies. He's given up on trying to masturbate to girls, because he's already rationalized this to death: it's totally platonic sexual fantasy. The point is keeping John close to him, and what's wrong with pretending to use sex for that goal? It's not like he actually wants to act out any of these things. God, that would be gay, and Dave's not gay, because if he was gay, then he'd have to deal with all of the bullshit Dirk goes through on a daily basis.]

[Today, he settles on something new, because it's easy to piece together a new fantasy after the day he's had. John in the hallway, talking to one of those gay guys-- Eridan, Eridan works fantastically, and Dave watching from the doorway to a classroom. Dave speeds up his hand, squeezing at the base and pulling all the way up in a way that almost hurts, and sends a little throb of pleasure up his spine. He exhales hard, hips twitching just a little as his eyes fall closed. It's easier to imagine the scene he's creating without his posters in his peripheral vision.]

[John is laughing at something Eridan says, and fantasy Dave doesn't even have to walk over there, he's just there, biting at John's lips and throat, fingernails scratching hard down his John's back. Eridan is staring and a crowd is gathering, and Dave jams a thigh between John's legs and grinds hard. The John in the fantasy moans and clings to Dave's shoulders, and in reality, Dave groans deep in his chest in response and thrusts up into his hand.]

[He spends a long moment on that image, replaying the noise which is an edit on a noise John once made when he'd stubbed his toe on Dave's desk. The overtone of mine is matching up with the heartbeat that brings stabs of pleasure up his spine, and he hasn't noticed at all that he's actually muttering the word to himself. Not that it matters. Nobody is here to try to make out what he's saying.]

[John is hard in no time at all, and he can't place just what part of this did him in. Was it the subtle but ever telling pressures Dave used? Or when his body moved involuntarily? Or, god, that groan of his. Does Dave do this all the time, just like this? Is he always this unabashed, while John is still worried about even making a peep?]

[He can't quite make out what Dave's muttering, but John wants so badly to imagine it's his name, even if that's stupid. Dave is probably thinking of busty girls bouncing on his dick or something, the kind of thing that is just plain unappealing to John. But god it would be something else if he was Dave's wetdream, making him moan like that from fantasy alone, even getting him aroused in the first place.]

[It's the hardest thing in the world to make the unbuttoning/unzipping of his jeans as quiet as possible. He doubts Dave can hear him, but just in case...this would be awkward to explain. It would be awkward and friendship endangering and okay, no, not the thing John wants to focus on right now. Watching Dave, listening to Dave, has got him hard and yearning. He shuffles the hems of his boxers and pants down just enough to pull his dick through, as the complete dropping of them could make some unwanted noise. He bites his lower lip, refocuses his gaze on Dave, taking it all in, and he holds his dick in his sweaty palm. Starting out slow and gently firm, he runs his hand up and down, eyes set solely on Dave and thoughts all up in the idea of being the one in Dave's thoughts.]

[Dave is starting to get squirmy, because a pressure is building slowly and he's young enough to not care about drawing it out, just wants to come. But he wouldn't let John come that easily if it was him on the receiving end. Their positions in the fantasy shift without them actually moving, John pinned face-first against the wall while Dave reaches around to stroke him off, slowly enough to make his friend sob and beg him for it, faster, please, Dave, please!!]

[In reality, Dave smirks a little to himself, curling and uncurling his toes to dispel the restless energy that he can't seem to shake. The John in his mind is a mess, clutching at the lockers and trying so desperately to get more stimulation, tears running down his face as he hurts his nails on the metal. He's pleading in between frantic whines, I'm yours, I'm sorry, Dave, they're nothing to me, I'm yours, just yours!]

[Dave loses the thread of his fantasy for a moment as he suddenly remembers that it had started with people watching, people that John might want more than him in real life, and so he changes the fantasy, to John naked on his floor save for a collar, curled up at Dave's feet. He's hard as stone and leaking from the tip, and Dave is holding his chin, tracing his cheekbones with his thumb. Good boy, mine, always mine, he coos to fantasy John, who smiles up at him hopefully and nods enthusiastically, yelping when Dave nudges his erection with his ankle. He squirms on the floor, hips thrusting into thin air when Dave pulls away, presses his hands back against the wall and attaching them there with handcuffs that appear out of nowhere.]

[This is the weirdest part of these fantasies and the part that Dave most uses to defend himself when he rationalizes it-- nothing gay about blowjobs, it's not like anal or anything, it's just another way to possess his friend. But the reality of it is nothing like that, because he's not just fantasizing about the way John's face would twist in pleasure that nobody else can give him, but the way John's cock would rest against the back of his tongue, thick precome coating the roof of his mouth. He wants to do this. He wants to do it for real.]

[And suddenly he's got tears in the corner of his eyes, because the thought is so fucking hot he can't stand it, orgasm nearly inevitable and he wants to blow John. He really fucking wants to.]

[This is still all kinds of unreal. John presses a hand against the wall by the closet doors and puts his weight on it, providing himself support as his knees grow weak. He wishes this wasn't just a one-time accidental thing, he really does. He wants to be there on Dave's bed with him, pumping and thrusting swollen dicks until they spill themselves on the sheets, but that's just a sad fantasy. Dave doesn't like dudes, not like that, and John's excited dick-pumping grows longing, stretched and prolonged as he tries to make these moments last. He can at least pretend Dave's interested, maybe for a while, he's already hiding in his closet being a creepy bff voyeur, nothing else could really top that.]

[And maybe--maybe Dave would do that, just as he is on the bed, only with John rocking into him. He clenches his hand tighter around his dick, because he can only imagine what intercourse with a butt would feel like, his shy experiments on himself with his fingers aside. John's imagination is wild, but it's hard to keep the picture going in his head when he's trying not to whimper or miss anything that Dave does. And, god, now he has direct memories to pull from when he masturbates, or when he inevitably fools with some other guy and his thoughts trail right back to Dave and how Dave might act, and now John has a pretty damn good idea.]

[John's ready, he's so ready to let himself go, but he always waits until the guys in porn come, first, and then he finishes off. And while Dave is definitely not just a guy from a redtube video, he feels the same ritual must be attended to, and he's flushed and hot but god watching Dave come undone will be worth it. He's so eager and the toe-clenching and pre-cumming squirming are about to do John in, though. He bites his lip hard, rests his shallow pumping closer to the base of his cock. Almost, just...almost.]

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