CHAPTER ONE
Dave Strider was a handsome male aged 19, your typical cool kid, who was above average height of 6 foot 2. Dave always wore shades, no matter the weather it was for 'ironic purposes' when really Dave had beautiful red eyes he was ashamed of, thinking he was a freak he would cover them up, Dave had blonde hair that swept across his forehead to the side, nothing too special, just was easy to manage/style. He was well built as he worked out a lot, although if you saw what he ate, you wouldn't believe how good his body was in shape, but Dave had to be in shape and have a body of a god because he was an underwear model, he was near enough famous for his front cover modeling, but Dave never acted famous, he took his work very seriously but never let it get the good of him, always sticking with his best bros and hanging out like a normal teenager.
Dave lived in an apartment with his older Bro, Bro was an 'I'm hip' kind of guardian with his pointy anime shades and a button up shirt, the collar always sticking up his neck.
Dave's best bro (as in friend) was called John Egbert, John Egbert was kind of the complete opposite of Dave, he was very dorky (in a cute way) and had jet black messy hair hair, he was small compared to Dave (he was 5 foot 8) he was 17, a very lanky male who mostly stayed in all day playing videos games and pulling pranks, he had a part time job a the DVD store, it consists on stacking DVDs in alphabetical order, his preferred job would be a gaming youtuber, even though his gaming skills were not the best. John and Dave had been friends since high school, dave being older, he would always help John out when it came to school, because John was very intelligent and dorky, he was an easy target for bullies, but it all stopped after Dave got involved. That's how the two met when John was being picked on by one of the bullies, Dave had no clue who John was but still stepped in to help him out, ever since then they just kept getting closer and closer.
John lay down on his best friend's lap, controller in hand getting angry at losing the game to Dave.
"Dave you're cheating!"
"No I'm not, just because you can't win, you're just a sore loser" Dave grinned and stuck his tongue out.
"Uh!" he retorted "Am not! I just can't stand to see someone using hacks to win!"
"Like i said before Egbert, no hacks just talent!"
"Talent my ass!"
The boys went back to playing the "hacked" game on a bootleg console. Dave did own actual consoles like his PS4, but he knew John would rage quit and damage it somehow. It was also just the pinnacle of irony, to use this "Okama Gamesphere" instead.
Their round of "Immortal Kombat" finished, with Dave earning 4130 points, and John a measly 69. Dave could tell that John wasn't in the best of mods at this point. John was always the one to suggest a round of hardcore gaming, but every time the results were the same; Dave on top and John at the very bottom of the leaderboard.
Dave nudged John as their scores were shown.
"That's no surprise! Now you gotta do the forfeit."
He sighed suspiciously, "What did you have in mind?"
Dave looked around the room. There was a list as long as his dick of what he would want John to do as forfeit, However, none of them seemed particularly appropriate for now. His eyes wandered over to the window, where a nice, plush, rump was staring him in the eyes.
"Hey, John… I want you to make out with that smuppet over there!"
"What?!" John glared over the smuppet. "The thing your bro fucks every night then puts it on the web? No thank you!"
"Hey you lost the game, you gotta do the forfeit." Dave walked over and grabbed the smuppet, throwing it over to John. "you two make a perfect couple"
John was about to argue, when he realised that by making a fuss, he wasn't going to do anything except look like a complete baby. He was met with a red ass to the face, and saw dave hovering expectantly.
"You sick man Dave…" He muttered grasping the plushie in his hands. Did Dave's Bro actually fuck this one? And did he clean it? John felt vomit rising in his throat by thinking about the whole scenario.
"What are you waiting for? Just make out with it, then it'll be over!"
"Well sorry i'm not exactly prepared, mentally to make out with a pornstar!" He grimaced and pulled the smuppet to his face, the long phallus nose hovering just above his own. "Does your Bro actually fuck these? I need to know, I don't want to get AIDS or something!"
"Hey, Bro doesn't have AIDS you need to fuck someone to get that… Not something, like that smuppet, that one's his favourite." Dave gave his signature Strider grin and sat down next to John
"You're kidding me right…" There was exactly a 50% chance he was, and John was not comfortable with the situation. He sucked up his pride, and pressed his lips against the coarse fabric. Thoughts of Dirk's intimacy with the puppet flooded his mind, and he pulled away almost instantly.
"Wow John, if you call that a real kiss, i don't wanna be your boyfriend." He facepalmed as he said this, clearly disappointed with the display.
"I don't want you to be my boyfriend, i'm not gay! And how wasn't that a proper kiss? The thing doesn't even have lips!" John threw the smuppet back at Dave. "Take it away from me!"
Dave snached up the Smuppet, with unexpected seriousnes, an almost angry tone to his movements. He towered over the sitting Egbert, his face completely emotionless. John was actually scared by his friend's sudden change in demeanor, an angry Strider was not a force to be reckoned with.
"John, this is a real kiss." Dave suddenly grabbed the other boy's face and locked lips with him. It was too late for John, he had taken too long to realise what Dave was planning, and as consequence, he was now making out with him.
"Dave, i'm not a homosexual!" He screamed into dave's mouth, filling it with air and making the most awkward face you could imagine. Dave was forced to pull away, at the risk of being bitten.
"Dave what the fuck!" John shouted,his face dead serious, but his cheeks gave him away. They were blushing brightly, and he was obviously very flustered. "You going to explain?!" He yelled, threatening to alert the neighbors.
The entire time, Dave's face was curled into a smirk, pretty pleased with himself. He was oh so tempted to lean over and kiss him again, but he valued his tongue, and would rather keep it in one piece. "You gonna explain the 'no homo' but have gay porn on your laptop? I saw that! Plus look at your face, you're so red!"
"Dave i told you already! I clicked on a link by accident!"
"You can't save videos by accident John!" Dave retorted, that shit eating grin plastered all across his face. He knew this was a sore subject for john, but he had it coming. Who on earth saves their porn in a folder named "Nothing Interesting", it would have been less obvious if he'd named it "Hardcore Guys Fucking".
"Will you forgive me if I give you food?"
"You are such an asshole Dave!" He was clearly annoyed, but the promise of food was admittedly tempting, even if it did come from a smuppet filled fridge. "I'll take the food though."
"That's what I like to hear." Grinned Dave, pleased that he had gotten away with kissing him; even if it was only for a second. "Want a drink first?" He enquired, striding off into the kitchen. He opened the door to inspect the choices. "We have a shit ton of AJ, Pepsi and some Cola."
He sighed, "Dave what is the difference between pepsi and cola?!"
"Well one's on the top shelf and one's on the bottom. Make a choice Egbert the door's closing." He threatened, slowly inching the hinge across.
"I'll take whichever one's hardest for you to get to." He muttered, as Dave leant down to pick up a pepsi. He almost missed the can as it was tossed with careless precision; at the back of his head. "Thanks for that Dave."
As Dave busied himself with making them a nice Pizza, John kicked back on the sofa, opening the can. He dank the soda, glancing around the room idly as he smelt the pizza in the oven wafting across the room.
Turning his head slightly, his eyes met with a smuppet that had been left on top of the sofa. Caught off guard, John screamed, and in-voluntarily spat out his pepsi; drenching both him and the smuppet.
Hearing the commotion in the living room, Dave leant over the counter to see what was wrong. He was met with a wet and extremely apologetic Egbert, standing next to a soaked smuppet. "I'm sorry Dave, I just got startled and- oh god i'm really sorry!" John was bright red again with embarrassment, and to Dave, that was just adorable.
"Hey it's fine, don't worry about it! I've been wanting to get rid of that one for ages, you did me a favor. Plus this gives you an excuse to take your shirt off." Dave winked at John and walked towards John.
"W-what! I'm not going shirtless! Can I just wear one of yours? We're probably the sameish size anyway." He was deeply uncomfortable with showing his bony body off to Dave. He'd needed to look at an underwear magazine for.. research on media marketing, and had seen MANY of dave's photoshoots. His body was certainly nothing compared to Dave's and he was very self concious about it.
"Well you still gotta be shirtless at one point to put a new one on, it's kind of how things work, so unless you do it, i will do it for you, and that will definitely not be a problem to me, you pick Egbert."
"God Dave, If you give me a shirt I'll go change in the bathroom!" He was getting more and more flustered by the second.
"How is that fair on me? Oh yeah I'll give you my top but I don't get to see you take the wet one off? Good thing you wasn't pantless and spilt it on your white boxers, damn that'd be a site, white wet boxers, may was well be wearing nothing!" Dave chuckled at his own words, grinning over at the smaller male.
"Jesus Dave, I swear to god you're such a pervert! Fine, just gimmie a shirt and I'll change here, but be quick I'm getting sticky!" He was shifting uncomfortably in the damp shirt, not wanting to stay drenched, but not entirely wanting to remove his own top.
Dave nodded and took John's shirt off and throwing it in the wash "Follow me then." Dave took his arm and pulled him along to his room.
John quickly covered his chest as best he could, but his skinny arms were not capable of covering everything. He felt like he was about to die of embarrassment, but felt slightly more comfortable being shirtless around Dave than on his own.
"I never noticed how skinny you were, stop trying to cover yourself, you look great topless, trust me!" Dave walked to his closet and looked for his oldest shirt, and pulled it out, it was still going to be too big for the skinny boy, he turned back to John and admired him topless. "If anything gets spilled on this one, you're spending the rest of your time here naked… Like nothing, even the boxers will be gone!"
"It's getting cold! Stop stalling for your own sick enjoyment and give me a shirt!" John couldn't deny that he felt overjoyed by Dave's compliments, and he even slightly enjoyed the thought of Dave seeing him naked. But of course he was not a Homosexual, he just liked attention from someone else; and he didn't have a huge success rate with women.
Dave tossed across some shirts for John to look through, before stripping his own off and throwing it onto the pile; John none the wiser. Shuffling through continuously ironic t-shirts, he came across one that looked just like Dave's.
John picked it up and began to pull it on, before seeing Dave in the corner of the room, his face plastered with a grin. "Dave is this your shirt!?" John enquired, throwing it back onto the pile.
"Yeah, I knew you'd pick that one." He chuckled, but made no effort to put it back on, showing off his model body to john, acting as though he couldn't care less.
The pair stood still for a while, waiting for one to make a move. Were they both going to just stand shirtless for an eternity, or was one of them going to get dressed? John buckled under the surprisingly tense atmosphere, and grabbed a handmade sweet bro and hella Jeff shirt. Dave did nothing? and stayed topless as he walked casually back into the kitchen; john taking a seat at the counter.
The second he entered, Dave opened the fridge again, and was easily able to grab the ironically placed can of cola from the top shelf. John was once again staring idly at the walls and all of the fireworks in every mug, whilst dave popped the can and edged silently closer to the unsuspecting boy.
"Hey john." He said, grabbing the other's attention. John swung 'round to face Dave, before he felt a sharp cold sting on his chest. Looking up, he saw that Dave had his best poker face on, whilst emptying the entire can onto both John's borrowed shirt, and lap. He squirmed away squealing, Dave used his free hand to hold him in place with impressive strength, pouring more and more onto Egbert, all of his layers becoming drenched with soda yet again.
"Dave what the fuck!? Get off me!" John shouted, as he managed to wiggle free from the Strider's grasp. He found himself standing in a puddle of cola, every layer of clothing soaked through.
"I'm sorry John, I just got startled and- oh god i'm really sorry!" Dave mimicked, failing to suppress a smirk. "Well, i guess you gotta abide by the rules of house Strider. You spill it once, you get a new shirt, you spill it twice, you go butt naked." His face was curled into a grin, but his voice carried a no-nonsense tone.
"Dave you just poured your drink on to me that doesn't count at all you asshole!" He yelled, clearly agitated; but his heart was in his throat.
"Ahem, I said, and i quote 'If anything gets spilled on this one, you're spending the rest of your time here naked… Like nothing, even the boxers will be gone.' I didn't specify that you had to spill it." He sneered, leaning over John with his palms pinning him the counter. "Now it's time to pay up."
"D-dave I can't walk around your house naked! What if your Bro comes home?!" He was, for the fourth time, red as a tomato, and both wanting, and not wanting to be seen naked by his best friend. He was, however, soaking wet, and very uncomfortable.
"Bro's gonna be at an anime convention all day, unless you're staying the night, he won't even know you came round. We live on the top floor, no neighbors are gonna see you. Or at least the bottom half of you." He said, raising his eyebrows and leaning in closer. He quickly slipped his hands under the hem of John's shirt, pulling it upwards sharply. John's glasses were knocked off of his face in the process, clattering on the floor.
Dave swiftly deposited John's shirt onto the counter before pushing away John's hands away so he could take off his pants off, but he was was met with a soft kick to the cheek. "Dave I can do it myself! God, get off me!"
John squirmed away from Dave's hold and slipped off the counter, slightly annoyed and growing increasingly unhappy about his soaked clothing. He placed his hands on his hips, thumbs inside the waistband, but he made no moves to remove them, just standing there; embarrassed as hell.
"Well if you can do it yourself, why was you just sat there? So you're agreeing to getting butt naked, right?"
"Well I don't wanna be standing here in these soaking clothes!? I'm gonna get sticky if I don't get them off! Just turn around or something!" There was an obvious waver in his voice, his tone becoming more high pitched.
"As if I am going to turn around, I wanna see this… Why else did I spill the coke down you?" Dave brought his hands down to John's button on his pants, slowly unbuttoning them and pulled them down to his ankles.
"Nyah, Dave! Is there something you wanna tell me? This doesn't seem like something best friends do…" His voice trailed off, not knowing what to expect as an answer.
"Sure they do, most girls have probably seen their best friends naked, why can't us boys? Plus maybe you haven't taken the hint yet, hello… I'm gay?! I thought that was pretty obvious from the start, why else did I kiss you?"
"I knew you were gay, everyone did!? But what I'm asking is are you gay for me?! I-I'm not really a homo…"
Dave listened to John ramble on about not being a homo once again, but he was only becoming less and less convincing. "Whatever John, you keep telling yourself that, whatever helps you sleep at night i suppose."
"Well I don't even know! Am I gay?! Can you be gay for someone but still call yourself straight?! Thats a thing right!? I can't handle anymore shit at school even with you looking out for me!" He was so conflicted right now, he had no idea what he was thinking, there were too many thoughts flooding his head, but his feelings for Dave were undeniable; no matter what he said to others.
"John, have you ever had a girlfriend? No, have you ever had a crush on a girl? Not that you've told me, be pretty pissed if you didn't tell me. Now have you ever thought about me in a weird way? Or any other boy?" Dave sighed and picked John up with ease, he took him back to his room, grabbing a dressing gown for him.
"Well what if i am, theoretically speaking, gay for you… What would you say, would you feel the same way? Would we be dating?" He choked out the words, too much adrenaline in his system to hold back.
"What do you mean do I feel the same? Is that you admitting to liking me and asking if I felt the same? If so, why else would I be trying to get you naked?"
"Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying…" His attention once again heading to the damp clothes he was wearing "So, are we taking these off or what?"
"Yeah, sure… There's a dressing gown on the back of my door." Dave felt bad on what he was forcing on John before, he turned away from John and faced the wall so that John had some privacy.
Seeing Dave turn away, John sighed with relief. He quickly dumped his clothes on the floor, before putting on the dressing gown. Dave wasn't looking at John, so he had no indication that John was finished; until he felt a pair of arms around his shoulders in a backwards hug.
Dave flinched slightly at the sudden hug from the other male, but soon relaxed after knowing who it was, he turned around so that Dave was able to hold him closely back. Dave held John from around the waist and slowly leaned back, he fell gently backwards onto the bed with John still in his arms.
He shifted slightly to the side, so that he was lying next to Dave. Dave hadn't let go of John, and the two laid back on the bed, embraced in each other's arms. John nuzzled into Dave's neck, resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder.
"Hmmm, you're so warm Dave" John muttered, hugging him tightly. "So, you like me, and I like you… What does that make us?"
Dave smiled as he kept close to John, his eyes shut. "Anything you'd like it to be… Are you still worried about what people will think about it?"
"Well, yes, a little. But we wouldn't have to tell people straight away, we could just… be like this." He murmured before adding "And we could maybe kiss a little."
"Or a lot!" Dave chuckled and sighed peacefully. "This feels really nice, being here with you."
John closed his own eyes, and relaxed his body, feeling tired and safe in the arms of his- well, boyfriend. He slowly started to drift off, his breathing slowing down until he fell asleep.
Dave could hear the light sounds coming from John, and could tell that he was sleeping. He hoped that the small boy was dreaming of him, he wished he could reach in and join him. Eventually, Dave too, succumbed to the comforting, cozy atmosphere, closing his eyes and falling unconscious.
Feeling tired but satisfied, Dave's Bro swung through the apartment door, loaded with anime gear, and ready to crash out on the pull out sofa.
Bro went to check on Dave quickly, as he did secretly every night, to see two boys Locked together on the bed. He wandered into the room curiously, to see who it was, and found Dave's best friend in a borrowed dressing gown, missing his glasses and smelling faintly of Cola; or was it Pepsi? Dave was sleeping soundly next to him, smiling in his sleep. It was so adorable.
Leaving the boys to go and get his own bed sorted, he began to think. John usually came over for sleepovers, and he usually came home to some unusual things, but these were growing cutely suspicious. John's shirt on the counter, a drenched smuppet, a puddle of cola on the floor. He could only imagine what had happened whilst he was gone, but he liked to think that this time, they weren't sleeping together as friends…
