Disclaimer: Not real. Not meant to offend anybody. Just a work of fanfiction to please some needs.
Dave almost made it the entire dinner without doing something crazy. And then he saw the bear. That cute, little, fluffy, stuffed bear. It sat in the back of the claw machine, a sad look on its face. So Dave spent his entire five bucks on that damn thing and still nothing. Just when he was about to give up, he saw Steve in the corner of his eye.
"Tango, where the hell have you been, man? We're leaving, let's go-"
"Steve, oh, please get this bear for me! Please." Dave said, a pout forming.
Steve paused, his eyes widening slightly. "No, don't do the pout." He looked away, "Sorry, I can't. Let's go."
"Steeeeeeve." Dave whined. Steve heard a thump, signaling that Dave had stomped his foot like a little child.
"No, Tango. Let's get going-" Steve felt hand's grip onto his shoulders, gripping slightly. A nice little massage began.
"Please Steve?" Dave asked, his voice triumphant.
"Damn it. What I wouldn't do for you." Steve muttered, sighing and turning around.
Dave smiled, "And that's why you're my best friend."
"Yeah, you better be giving me a damn massage after this. I need one." Steve muttered again, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a quarter. He let it drop down into the machine, moving the joystick when the time appeared on the timer. Only thirty seconds. The claw had made its way over to the bear, hanging above it. The silver claw dropped slowly down, resting on the tip of the bear's head. Finally they closed tightly around, bringing the bear up with it and back to the drop off.
Excitedly, Dave took the bear out, hugging it tightly to his chest. "Thank you, Steve!"
"Yeah," Steve situated his hat, "can we get back now-"
Before Steve could say anymore, Dave had kissed him, his hand snaked around Steve's neck. His palm was pressed against the back of Steve's head, there was no escape. Steve's hands hung in the air, he didn't know what to do with them. So he casually lowered them, resting them on Dave's hips. Then he allowed his eyes to close.
"What the…"
Dave broke apart from Steve, spinning towards the voice. Grant stood in the doorway of the game room, looking thoroughly confused. His eyes went from Steve to Tango and then the bear.
"Celebrating?" He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Dave blushed furiously, "Yeah, sure. I was just trying to get the bear… and Steve got it for me. So… I, uh, wanted to thank him."
Grant crossed his arms, biting down on his lip to try and hide the smirk that was already there. "Oh?"
"Yeah, I-I, should we go now?" Dave looked at the ground.
Grant laughed, nodding over his shoulder, "Yeah, let's go." He led the way out to the vehicles, Steve and Dave behind them.
"Nice move," Steve whispered into Dave's neck.
Dave shivered at his hot breath. "Sorry." He blushed again, glancing at Steve. The man didn't look angry at all, wasn't even blushing! Instead he stood there, smiling as they walked on.
"It's okay, really. Do you like your bear?" Steve asked as he pet the stuffed animal.
"Very much. Thank you. I also got this cool bouncy ball while I was in there." Dave pulled out a large bouncy ball, speckled with colors.
Steve chuckled, "Nice. What are you going to name the bear?"
Dave shrugged, they now made it out the door. "I'm thinking Winter. Or Snowflake."
Steve snorted at the names, "Boo."
Dave looked at the man, slightly hurt that he didn't like the names. "Well, then, what should I name it?"
"I don't know, something someone would name a teddy bear. Chocolate. Peanut. Fudge-"
"I think you're just naming stuff off that was in our desert." Dave giggled.
Steve was about to say something more but Grant told them to get going. He parted ways with them, entering the passenger side of the car Jason was driving.
"Let's get going, Buttercup." Steve laughed, walking around to the driver's side.
"Are you talking to me? Or the bear?" Dave questioned, closing the door behind him.
"What do you think?" Steve laughed, putting on his seatbelt as Dave did.
"Me, of course."
"Sure." Steve followed behind Jason and Grant's vehicle, getting ready for the long drive in the dark, ominous night.
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Tango had his feet up on the dash, tossing his bouncy ball up and down. It was obvious that the man was bored. Steve wasn't doing much to help either. But then again it's not like they had much to talk about.
The ball flung back into the air, but didn't come down to Tango this time. It rolled out of his hand, bounced on the middle consol, and disappeared under Steve's feet.
"Tango," he said, now agitated, "you need to get that right now. It's dangerous, it could get stuck behind the gas or break petal."
Dave muttered a sorry, releasing his seatbelt to lean over. He rested his left arm on the consol, reaching his right hand out to scan for the ball. Nothing. So he scooted closer, his head practically in Steve's lap now.
"Hurry up, Tango." Steve said, trying to keep steady.
Dave looked around, still seeing nothing, "I'm trying too."
Steve groaned, his head falling back on his seat in annoyance.
Dave's head went lower as he saw something. He brought it back up but placed under Steve's seat instead. Just a rock.
"Did you find it yet?" Steve asked.
Dave shook his head no.
Steve yawned, "You might have to drive soon. I'm getting tired."
"Got it!" Dave cheered, showing Steve the ball.
"About time-" he was interrupted by a honk next to him. Both of their eyes flashed over to see Grant and Jason looking disgusted.
Dave and Steve's eyes flung to each other and then back to Grant and Jason. They immediately began shaking their heads, this time both blushing. Dave flung back in his own seat.
Grant drastically rolled his eyes, motioning for Jason to move ahead. Steve pulled behind their car as they got off an exit.
"Damn it Dave. If you're not careful they'll start thinking we're gay."
Dave chuckled, "As if it's not obvious that Jason and Grant have something going on."
Steve smiled at that, "Sure. Oh, thank God, we're here."
Dave clutched at the bear, overjoyed at the fact that he made Steve smile.
