"Dave? Daaaaave...? Dave!" is that Egbert...? Dave's eyes snapped open and he found himself face to face with a grinning Egbert. The heir was practically glowing with excitement, "Morning Dave!" he chirped.
Dave rubbed his eyes and yawned, "You always this excited in the morning...? John's head bobbed up and down happily, a huge smile on his face. "Jeegus..." Dave sighed as John jumped up and darted to the kitchen. Following slowly behind, Dave yawned again.
Upon reaching the kitchen, a bowl of Lucky Charms was shoved into Dave's hands by John, "here ya go!" he said happily before taking a bite out of his own cereal.
Balancing the bowl in one hand, Dave ran a hand through his hair, "Egderp, You're so hyper..." he grumped before grabbing a spoon from the drawer and taking a seat next to John at the table.
"No, you're just too grumpy in the morning." John stated matter-of-factly. Dave shrugged and went back to his cereal, intent on ignoring the umber haired heir next to him. "Grumpybutt." John said softly. Dave glanced at him, then grabbed John's shirt collar and pulled him forward. Dave made a note as John's face flushed a bright red when their lips met.
Pulling away quickly, John scowled at Dave, the blush fading from his cheeks, "W-what was that for?!" He yelped, the scowl deepening as Dave simply responded, "Cause I could. By the way, you taste like chocolate cake."
"No homo Dave!" John growled
Cracking a trademark Strider smirk, Dave mused, "you and i both know that aint true Egderp." Patting Johns dark hair Dave added, "stop stying, you're gonna hurt yourself." Blushing a deeper shade of red John smacked his hand away and stood up, turning to leave the kitchen. John wasnt able to take anymore than three steps when an arm snaked its way around his waist and he was pulled onto Dave's lap.
"Let go!" John growled, fighting against the arm that held him in place, "Damnit Dave! Let go of m-!" his rant was interrupted as Dave tilted his head up and kissed him on the mouth harshly.
John's eyes widened in suprise, but soon he was pushing against Dave's chest, trying to remove the blonde. Damn it Dave! Stop! he raged mentally as he tried to pull away, but was held in place as Dave's hand went behind his head, preventing escape. Fuck...fu- The intoxicating scent and taste of apples was beginning to melt John's insides, and slowly, his struggles ended as he gave into the apple flavored kiss.
Dave smiled down at the sleeping form on his chest, apparently, John couldn't take a simple kiss. because not even five minutes after Dave had broken off the kiss, he'd fallen into a deep sleep. Listening to Johns' peaceful breathing, Dave thought back to how he'd met the derp.
-[TT] began pestering [TG]-
TT: Hello Dave.
TG: Sup Lalonde
TT: There is someone i'd like you
to meet.
TG: Who?
TT: Ask him yourself. His Chumhandle
is ectoBiologist.
TG: Thanks?
TT: Welcome, now I must take my leave.
-[TT] ceased pestering [TG]-
Who the heck is this guy? Cant hurt to talk to him I suppose...
-[TG] began pestering [EB]-
TG: Sup.
EB: Oh! You must be Dave!
TG: Yeah, who wants to know?
EB: Sorry, im John, John Egbert.
Pulled out of the memory, Dave looked back down at John, who'd just said something in his sleep. I've known him for six years now... Dave sighed softly, and immediately felt bad as he'd woken up John, said boy was now looking up at him, his blue eyes hazy from sleep. "Hi there Egbert."
"Dave?" he asked with a yawn, "Why'm I here...?" he said slowly, then his eyes cleared of the haze and the memories came flooding back, a bright blush spreading across his face. Biting his lip lightly, John sat up and hid behind his hair. Chuckling softly, Dave slid a finger underneith John's chin and tilted his head up so that he could see those beautiful blue eyes. The blush made his eyes all the more stunning, and as John noticed Dave staring at him, he shut his eyes tightly and refused to open them.
"Look at me Egbert..." Dave said calmly to John as he lightly caressed the boy's hair, causing the umber haired youth to flinch backwards.
"N-no..." John stammered and hid his face in his hands. Placing his own hands ontop of Johns, Dave lowered his hands, revealing John's face, his eyes still tightly shut.
"John..." Dave asked, "please...?" Never in the history of ANYTHING, had a Strider said 'please' not once, and here it was. The word burned Dave's throat as he said it but, even a little pain wouldn't keep him from John. And apparently, the word had done it's job, beacuse now, John was looking at him, a confused look on his face.