Hey guys! This story is a roleplay I did, and I really liked the way the plot turned out. Funny thing is, it originally was just supposed to be like a JohnDave NSFW thing. But it... Well, you'll see what happens. This is going to be roughly 8-10 chapters long (I still haven't decided if I'm combining or splitting up certain chapters) and ahead of time, I'm really sorry about any super short chapters. I'm basically separating them based on major time skips, with a few exceptions. While I'm still apologizing, I'm sorry that the first two and a half paragraphs or so suck ass, I lost the messages for those and had to recreate it by memory. But, I promise it gets way better, so please give it chance. Anyways, I'll update as I edit the chapters, so maybe once a week or so. Enjoy!
Chapter one: ...And a First Meeting
Dave sat alone in his studio, toying with his camera. Normally he didn't photograph people, much less people in swim suits. But hey, the pay was too much to say no to. He'd been dealing with grouchy, half-naked women all day. Everyone else had left, leaving only one model left. Dave was extremely surprised when in walked the last model, and it was a shortish, dark haired guy with glasses.
John had been sitting in the same chair all day, watching the models around him come in and out of the adjoining room. Slowly, the room emptied until he was the only one left. His agency had wanted mostly female models along with one male. Since all the other guys had gotten sick from each other, John was the only one who could fill the part. When it was his turn, John stood up and adjusted his swim trunks. "Hey." he said as he slipped into the room. Dave turned at the sound of a voice, shocked at its owner. "Oh, uh, hi." he said. He stood up and walked over to the stranger. "John Egbert, at your service. Or are you at mine?" he giggled, sticking his hand out. "You're Mr. Strider right?" "Yeah," Dave said with a slight smile "and, please, it's Dave." "Alright Dave," John's eyes wandered until they found the backdrop. He walked over and stood in front of it.
Dave walked over to his station and examined John, his lips pursed. He noticed John was actually pretty good looking, and his trunks- Dave shook his head. What are you thinking? No. Stop. He messed with the settings on his computer so that the background colors contrasted and blended with John's piece correctly. "So, is there any particular pose you want me to start off in?" John asked. Dave grabbed a prop surf board and handed it to John. "Here, take this and act like you see someone you know off camera." he instructed. John took the surf board and turned it in his hands before furrowing his brows. He opened his mouth to say something about how the structure of the prop was so unrealistic, but closed it and nodded, clearing his throat and executing the pose for Dave. Dave smiled slightly.
"Great." He kneeled down slightly for an upward angle and snapped photos in rapid succession. Usually, the board looked a bit unnatural, but John had a way of working with it. John bit his lip while Dave was snapping and almost immediately realized his mistake, widening his eyes momentarily before going back to his original face, hoping he didn't mess up the shoot. He wasn't that photogenic, and that's why he was barely even accepted into the agency, much less nearly replaced by a sick dude for this photoshoot. When John bit his lip, Dave unconsciously gripped the camera a bit tighter. He even got a few adorable shots of him looking shocked. No, stop. Dave shut his eyes for a moment and stood up straight. He grabbed his notepad and read his notes. The brunette blinked and bit his fingernail, shuffling in place before stuttering out "D-Did I ruin the shots? I'm sorry I just-" He fell silent, kicking his foot on the ground in an attempt to distract himself from Dave. Why was he so stuttery around him? He was never stuttery. He looked up from his notes, confused. "Ruin? What, no. No, of course not!" he blabbered. He shut his mouth quickly, to avoid saying anything else, and swallowed dryly. What the hell, Dave? he thought to himself. He walked away quickly to grab a beach chair.
John blinked and suddenly smiled once Dave's back was turned. Gosh that was cute. Wait. What. No no no no no you are not a homosexual John. He thought, shaking his head and twirling the surfboard in his fingers before starting to hum a quiet tune, lost in thought. Dave walked back in with the chair and heard John's soft voice. "Whatcha humming?" he asked casually before opening up the beach chair. He set it down carefully.
Dave's voice startled John at first, nearly making him drop the first prop and choke on his own spit, causing him to keel over and have a good coughing fit before coming back up, eyes wide, glasses crooked, and face bright red. "I- I um..it was..a melody for the um..piano I had made up..um.." "Really?" Dave asked, a concerned look on his face from John's cough attack."Well, I think it's nice." he said. He reached over and fixed John's glasses for him, his hand lingering a millisecond longer than it should have. Dave mentally slapped himself. He pulled his hand back and cracked his knuckles nervously. Honestly, John wouldn't mind if his hands had stayed just a few milliseconds longer, and he caught his breath before he almost let out a small whimper, clearing his throat instead. "O-oh um..thanks. I could play it for you some time, if you'd like?" Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck John you stupid idiot he's just a one time photographer calm the fuck down you dildo. "I'd like that." Dave said before he could stop himself. He turned around to grab his camera.
What in the hell? Stop, what are you thinking!? He turned back around and faced John again. "So," he said, his voice cracked a bit. Shit. He cleared his throat and tried again. "So, if you could just lay back in that chair like you're tanning?" It came out cooler and calmer the second time. John blinked again and waited a moment before finally processing what he said and setting down the prop in his hand before letting out a noise and picking it back up only to wait and set it down again, only to drag it to the chair and set it next to it, groaning at himself. Dave hadn't specified if he wanted it or not. Just...GET IN THE CHAIR YOU IDIOT. John plopped down into the chair and held his face in his hands for a moment before leaning back and trying to relax.
Dave watched his confusion with the board and felt like a dumbass. He should've taken the damn thing first. He grabbed it quickly and flung it aside, not caring if it broke. John saw and flinched at the splintering sound it made, biting his lip and squeaking. "Sorry I didn't know if you- Augh I'm probably the worst model you've ever worked with I'm sorry." He burst out, shaking his head and blushing again. Great. Now Dave looked like a dumbass with a temper. He tried to fix his mistake before he messed up anymore. "No, no you're not! You're great, really! Most of the models from earlier today were way worse." He bit his tongue. Way to go Dave, insult his co-workers. What's next, call his mom fat? Dave wanted to die.
John went from a nervous mess to a giggle fit in 5 seconds. "Yeah most of the girls are really mean and shitty in general." He shrugged, feeling his face heat up even more. He tried to hide his blush but he knew it would be no use. Hopefully he could use the heat as an excuse, so he fake fanned himself to take the attention off of why he was blushing. Dave breathed a small sigh of relief and smiled slightly. "Are you warm? I could turn the heat down, if you want." Of course he's hot , fuckass, look at him. STOP. HE'S JUST HERE TO MODEL, he argued in his head. "No no no I'm fine don't worry just...I'll pose now.." He stammered out, blinking and recomposing himself before letting out a sigh and sitting back, trying and failing not to smile. "I'm supposed to be tanning anyways." Dave laughed. "That's right," he said. He circled around the chair slowly, trying to find the best angle. He snapped a few as he did, comparing them on the screen.
John finally calmed down and went straight faced again, adjusting in the seat before crossing a leg over the other, sighing in content when he found this more comfortable, eyes closed as he heard Dave move around him. When John's eyes closed, Dave allowed himself to look at him closer, studying the gentle curves of his toned body. Dave shook his head, knowing he shouldn't be thinking like that about one of the models. He found a nice angle slightly above him and took more photos. John heard the shudder of the camera and almost opened his eyes, but stayed still nontheless. "Is that the Canon X-130?" He asked when the shutters stopped, eyes still closed as he bit his lip again.
"Yeah," Dave replied "I got it- wait," he paused as he noticed John's eyes hadn't opened yet, "you can tell that just from the shudder?" he asked in awe. Wow, he was cute, hot, and into cameras? Of course he is, he's a male model. Get a grip and do. Your. Job. John peeked an eye open and grinned, nodding. "They all have really distinct and different noises for each shudder. You've never noticed?" He asked, sitting up a bit and running his fingers through his hair. "I have many Canon cameras and a few Nikon. I dabble in photography myself, just as a hobby though." He explained, looking down into his lap as he spoke. Dave crouched next to him. He nodded, listening intently. "That's so cool, I never really considered it. I was always more into older cameras, where you develop the photos yourself. I built my first red room when I was ten." he spouted. Damn it, Dave.
"Sorry," he mumbled, standing up again. John grinned and listened, only to blink when Dave suddenly got up, unconsciously grabbing out for his sleeve. Fuck. He stared at his hand for a second before gasping and retracting his hand. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to grab your sleeve I just didn't want you to stop talking because I like your voice and-" He stopped, widening his eyes as his blush swarmed back to his face. "N-no it's okay. R-really." Dave stuttered nervously. God, he was adorable when he blushed. He bit his lip, finally past denying himself. He'd fallen for a model he'd never met before, and dear God did he want him. Despite this, he had to be professional. He straightened his back and looked down at John.
John stared at his lap for a solid minute before tightening his grip on the edge of the seat. "A-anyways...um...any more poses you'd like me to do or are we all done here?" He somehow choked out, unable to look at the photographer straight in the eye. Fuuuuccckkkkkkkk. Dave knew the right thing to say was "Yes, we're done here. You may go." but he just couldn't bring himself to do that. He felt his resolve melt. He only had this one chance, and he'd be a coward to not at least try. Dave tilted John's head back up to look at him by his chin. He leaned down and kissed John.
He pulled away after a second and turned his back to him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just, you can go, I'm sorry." He said quickly hiding his head in his hands. John sat there, baffled for a few seconds with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open before moving slowly and standing up, walking over to Dave, and tapping on his shoulder wordlessly. Oh God, what was he going to do to him? Would he hit him? Hoping he wasn't right, Dave turned to John. John bit his lip before leaning up on his toes and kissing him back on the lips gently, before standing back flat on his feet and blushing, offering a small smile and a half laugh. Dave smiled and took John's face lightly in his hands, leaning in once again. He paused right outside his lips, silently asking permission. John smiled a bit and pressed their lips together once more, bringing up a small hand to touch the other's jaw as he did so, his eyes fluttering shut. Dave was beyond relieved when John didn't pull away. He turned his head slightly and deepened the kiss.
John continued to kiss back until suddenly stopping, realizing what he had just done. He backed away a bit before hitching his breath, hand balled up into fists. "I'm..I'm sorry I- I have to go now-" He squeaked, turning and running out of the room before giving Dave a chance to reply. "John, no, wait!" Dave called after him. He ran after him as fast as he could, catching up to him quickly. "Where are you going?" he asked desperately. John stopped in his tracks and tensed, not turning around to face him. "I'm sorry I- I can't we just met and...I need to know more about you before we do anything and I didn't think you would come after me I..I-" He let out a hic, then shuddered slightly, squeezing his eyes shut and wishing he didn't exist at this moment. Dave nodded in understanding, karma's biggest "I told you so" slapping him in the face. "Then, let me get to know you." he said. "Wait what?" He whispered, turning around and blinking at Dave, face full of confusion and disbelief and embarassment all at once. "If you have to get to know more about me, then okay. You can know whatever you want about me, and I'll get to know you, too." Dave said earnestly. "And if that's not what you want, then I'm okay with that too." he added sadly, his eyes burning behind his shades. John thought for a moment before setting his jaw and giving him a nod, a small smile forming on his features. "I guess it's a deal then." He said almost too confidently for his own worth. He stepped forward and held out his hand, waiting for a response. Dave looked from John's hand to his face, both of which had been so close to him mere minutes ago. He gave a slight nod before shaking his outstretched hand. "It's a deal." he said.
Just so you know, that whole John running away thing was her idea and I was just as shocked as you. I hope you enjoyed. Please follow/favorite/review and all that for more, because things get interesting next time. Dun dun dun!