The soft rays of light shined partially through John's multiple layers of blankets, lighting up his face in a blue tint, and stirring him from his dreamless sleep.

The sun again?

John breathed in deeply and stretched lazily, only to find something restricting him.

With a slurred "Hnn?", John looked over with half closed lids to land his blurred sight on a face.

A handsome face...

Dave's face...

John's body froze, his muscles taut, and eyes widened in confusion.

Dave! ? Wha-

He stopped mid-thought as the events of the night before came in colorful bursts of memory.

He had asked Dave why he had kissed him, started getting scared of rejection, hyperventilated, and then started "coughing his guts out," as Dave had put it yesterday... He passed out and then woke up after he received CPR and then...

Then?

Then he was picked up bridal style and put to bed by Dave Strider.

Blooded raced up the veins to his face, and John blushed, trying profusely to beat the heat back down. Focusing again on Dave's face, John made sure to stare at it long enough so that the image was seared into his memory.

Dave had fair skin, despite being almost always exposed to the sun in Texas. He had a large splatter of light freckles across the bridge of his nose, usually hidden by his big aviator sunglasses John had got him for his birthday.

Platinum blonde, an almost non-existent natural color, was reflecting the sunlight that drifted in to John's room gently off Dave's full eyelashes and his slightly ruffled, but still perfect hair.

Dave's face seemed oddly naked without his sunglasses, and John felt that he was a bit closer to the guy without a constant barrier of tinted lenses in his way.

"What are you staring at? My beautiful face?" Dave spoke up without opening his eyes.

John's whole body jumped in surprise as Dave spoke up, his muscles now seized up after the initial spasm, and John had to take a few deep breaths from under the covers to get his racing heartbeat somewhat under control.

Except that he couldn't.

Not with Dave's arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"Uh.. Um... Yeah?" John muttered without thinking.

Whoops. Wait, what did I just say? John thought, panicking slightly. He had just confirmed that he was staring at his face! He was such an idiot!

"Wait! I mean, no! I-"

Dave's eyes flicked open, and John's breath hitched.

He had only seen Dave's eyes once before, when they had eaten a chocolate bonbon that John had received from his very very distant aunt living in Canada.

The treats had contained alcohol, and after eating the whole box in one go while watching Con Air and Ghostbusters, things started to get messy when the effects kicked in.

Both boys were in a drunken state, but Dave had an unexpected sweet tooth and had eaten most of the chocolate balls, while John had refrained from consuming too much of the sugary substance.

It was because of that, that John was still able to remember that day.

Dave was knocked out cold on the couch, his sunglasses askew, and John a bit tipsy and unsteady on his feet.

His thought process was a bit fuzzy at that time, and while slurring at Dave to get up, he pulled one of his friend's eyelids open only to reveal crimson red eyes.

They were stunningly beautiful. Even more so the second time John saw them.

They just took his breath away.

A smirk formed on Dave's face and John blushed dejectedly, and looked down, unable to keep the rush of heat that came to his face and to quell his quickened heartbeat.

Turning over hastily, still in Dave's strong arms, John did his best to curl up into himself and disappear from the world.

What he got in return was a slight tug on his torso, and a breath of warm air ruffled the top of his head, the short tangled locks of dark black obsidian swaying violently with the sudden gust as Dave sighed noiselessly.

John momentarily looked up, and heard a grunt coming from Dave behind him, and slid his head back to it's original place.

Re-positioning himself, Dave drew John closer and tucked his head under his chin, gaining the additional heat from the body folded in front of him.

"Dave... Um-"

"Shooooshhh... Five more minutes, I'm still tired. It's only 2 in the afternoon anyway," Dave said, his voice a bit rough.

"Uh... okay...?" John said, unsure of what to do.

He might as well just go back to sleep, he could already feel his consciousness slipping...

A shiver ran through John, and he woke with a start; his back was wet from sweating, and the bangs that usually hung carefree and loose were now plastered to his forehead.

Blinking the sleep from his vision, the first thing that registered was the lack of warmth. And the space.

Big, empty space.

Twisting his head, John found that he could actually move, and stretched his arm out in the general direction in which Dave should have been lying.

John's hand hit nothing but empty space and the bed sheet under it.

"Hmnn...?" John screwed his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to clarify his vision a couple more times before realizing that he wasn't wearing his glasses.

Reaching over with heavy limbs, John groped around his pillow for his glasses. Finding them, he lazily slapped them on his face and looked at the clock across the room, sitting peacefully on the dresser behind the half open door.

I still can't see... Where did Dave go? Didn't he say we were going back to sleep?

Sitting up, he frowned and took a better look at the clock that read 4:30 pm. He had been asleep for two hours and a half. Judging by the lingering warmth, Dave had only woken up a few minutes before him.

Pushing the rumpled blankets off his lower half, John slid out of bed and tested his legs. They were steady enough for him to walk.

Standing up a bit shakily at first, Egbert opened the door that was left ajar, and slipped silently through it.

Still half asleep, John moved slowly down the hall and stopped by the bathroom. The shower was on. Listening, he could hear his dad in the background humming as he cooked dinner.

Dave must be using the shower. I'll just bathe after dinner then.

Trudging down the polished wood steps, he made his way to the kitchen where he mumbled a short "what's for dinner?" as he passed his dad and lumbered off to the living room without receiving an answer.

Flopping onto the couch, John stretched his limbs, yawned, and then grabbed the remote sitting on the black coffee table and turned the TV on.

Just in time, the Ghostbusters theme song started. That was also when Dave turned the shower off.

Ano... Gomenasai! DX I haven't updated in so long... I feel awful! ;A;

Reasons: You know, the usual... life and homework in general... hehehehh... ^_^" *gets stabbed, shot and bitch slapped*

Anywayyyy... Writer's block got the best of me and my procrastinator side was being a douche in being accomplices with the writer's block, and... yeah... = u ="

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