A/N: /choking/ BACK FROM UNANNOUNCED SEMI-HAITUS! Sorry guys, we are in the process of moving and it's a pain and unfortunately a huge time-consumer.
== Be the slightly annoyed kid.
A few days after Jake had extended his already unwelcome stay, he was still here, ass planted on their living room couch.
== Be the unwelcome guest.
John didn't mean for it to happen this way yet here he was, on the couch in the Striders' living room listening to Bro give a lecture.
Or at least it was a lecture by Bro's standards.
Bro simply began by saying "don't touch the puppets, the cameras, or the porn" and ended with "don't jack off in the shower. Jizz is a bitch to get out of the drain"; and that was the last he had heard from the older one. The younger Strider, however, did not appear to accept this so easily. Dave screamed loudly outside the door of Bro's room for about ten minutes before Bro finally opened the door and kicked Dave in the balls. John winced at Dave's girlish scream but chuckled quietly as he thought to himself, "real classy, senior Strider".
Dave appeared to quickly recover as he got up and huffed past John into the living room. He plopped himself on the couch next to John as John broke into a grin.
== Be the seriously annoyed kid.
Dave had never wanted to slap anyone so badly in his entire laugh. "What's with this kid?", Dave thought to himself. He wanted to wipe that stupid cheeky grin right off of Jake's face. After a few minutes of angrily fuming to himself, Jake started to wave his hands in front of Dave's face, "Earth to Strider," he said amused. Dave realized he had been staring at Jake and turned his back to him, slapping Jake's hands away. Even then, he could feel Jake's frown- it was burning holes into his backside.
He got up from the couch and, without turning around, grabbed Jake's wrist and pulled him into Dave's room.
He sat Jake down on his bed and grabbed the controllers for his X-Box. He handed one of the two controllers to Jake and kept the other for himself. He inserted Tony Hawk Pro Skater and selected multi-player. Jake- as expected- sucked terribly at the game and never won a single round. Even though Dave knew it was unfair, he was smug about the entire thing.
== Be the loser.
John hated losing; absolutely hated it. As much as he had tried to beat Dave at the game, he had never played it. And to be fair, Dave hadn't given him much of a walkthrough, tossing the controller at him and giving him a brief explanation of the controls. But that was okay with John, he knew Dave was becoming rather smitten with himself. And as much as losing annoyed John, he found Dave's self-pleasure to be rather endearing.
As Dave began to wrap up the game, John sat back on the bed and let out a sigh of contentment. Dave crawled lazily up next to him, keeping a few feet between them, John noticed.
He studied Dave's face carefully. He had freckles sprinkled messily all around his face and from his profile he could again see Dave's bright red eyes. John's eyes slowly drifted to his lips and he was hit with the realization about how much he wanted to kiss Dave.
So that's exactly what he did.
