alright everyone, this is the final prewritten chapter! but no worries, vector and I are working our hardest to change that. I really love all of your reviews, they make us so happy! thank you all for following this story.
Warnings: there is definitely some nsfw in this chapter. hehehe.
Disclaimer: I really enjoy the fact that Hussie is actually a dirty word.
The Figurehead of Queer Justice
Washington's Own
The phone started ringing as John was getting out of the shower the next morning and John listened to the sound of his father's voice from downstairs. He was too far away to be able to distinguish his words, however, and John put it out of his mind as he walked into his room and pulled on his polo and khakis.
Before heading downstairs, John turned on his computer to print out the flight information Dave had sent him last night. It didn't appear he was on pesterchum; John smiled to himself when he thought of Dave sleeping in this late, even if exhaustion wasn't a particularly pleasant reason. And eight days from now, next Saturday, it wouldn't have to be imagination anymore. John felt his face flush a little, but his daydreaming was interrupted when he heard Dad call his name, sounding serious and urgent. Eyebrows knitting a little, John rushed downstairs into the kitchen to the sight of his father, hands clutching the back of a chair and expression angry and grim.
"D-Dad? What happened?" He was silent for a long moment, and it seemed like he was having some difficulty maintaining his composure. "Dad…?"
"That was the attorney. Mr. Harlen has convinced Daniel to plead not guilty."
John's jaw dropped. "What?"
The silence with which his outburst was met was stifling, and John didn't think he'd ever seen his dad look so angry.
"They… they can't do that! How could they possibly put together an argument that would hold up in court?"
Dad sighed and released the chair so that he could walk over to his son. "It's going to be okay, John. The attorney is going to call me back as soon as she has more information. Just… why don't you head to work, but let your boss know that we might need to go visit the attorney in person today."
John put a hand on his dad's arm, trying to comfort. "I'm so sorry, dad. This must be so stressful for you." He was simply met with a tired smile.
"Don't worry, son. I'm a lot tougher than I look." John couldn't help but crack a grin at that, just to have Dad wagging a finger in his face. "Now, John, how is that lip ever going to heal if you keep smiling all the time?" He smiled a little wider even despite the pain, partly in defiance and partly because he couldn't help himself.
"You know I couldn't quit smiling if I tried!" he retorted. Dad just laughed wearily and patted John on the head.
"Alright, alright. Your lunch is in the fridge. You should get going. I'll call you later."
John grabbed the paper bag from the fridge. "Love you, dad," he said before walking out.
"Love you too, son."
The weather had finally decided to be more summery, and by the time noon struck the temperature in Maple Valley had risen to eighty-four degrees. The bookstore was small and the air conditioning had broken towards the end of the last random heat flash they'd experienced, and somehow had never been fixed. Everything felt stuffy and uncomfortable, and John hated the way sweat made his polo stick to his back, irritating the skin.
Even without the heat, it was impossible to focus at work when the thought of Daniel kept riling him up. Who was that asshole to give him more grief than he already had, or to put his father through so much stress? There was absolutely nothing he could argue. There was physical proof of what he'd done all over John's face, and there had been a witness.
When Dad's call finally came, John was more than a little relieved. He was given a ten minute warning before Dad was pulling up in front of the store and John was rushing over to climb into the car, grateful that the air conditioning was running. Dad seemed very solemn and didn't speak for a long time. John quickly became uncomfortable, and after a minute broke the silence.
"Dad, are you okay? Did something happen?"
"I talked to Eric Reading on the phone this morning." John blinked and turned his gaze towards the dashboard. "John, why didn't you tell me that those boys hurt you because of your sexual orientation?"
John didn't know how to respond. He hadn't confessed that secret to Eric thinking that it would ever be told to his own father. Fortunately, before his thoughts could become too dark, Dad continued, "Son, you do not have to be ashamed of it. Gosh, I just wish I could have known. We're going to have to tell the attorney—"
"Dad, no…!"
"We have to, John. She has reason to believe that Mr. Harlen is trying to convince the other boys to join Daniel in pleading not guilty, and their case becomes a lot stronger if all of them are in agreement. We're going to need to tell the attorney everything so that there are no gaps in your story." John hid his face in his hands and refused to answer. After a few moments he felt Dad's hand on his knees, squeezing lightly. "I know this is hard for you, son, but you have to understand that it is important to put those boys into juvenile detention. Otherwise they will be able to continue harassing others, or worse, they'll never know that what they did was wrong."
The firm was small and Carolyn Jones' office was cramped and hot, a single fan running next to the window; but she brought them iced tea and tried to make them comfortable.
"How are you feeling, John?" she asked as she sat at her desk, her own face flushed from the heat.
"Fine," John murmured.
"The bruises haven't started fading yet, I see."
"It'll probably take a while…"
She pursed her lips with a concerned look in her eyes before turning to some files and glancing over them quickly.
"Alright, John, I'm going to need you to tell me exactly what happened the evening of the 30th."
John glanced at his father before averting his gaze and staring with deliberate interest at his lap. "When I got off work at the bookstore, Daniel Harlen, Chris Garn, Garrett Johnson, and George Morris were standing outside, and I waved at them. A minute later when I was walking in the alleyway behind the store, they all came up behind me and pushed me against the fence. I was surrounded and too scared to move. They punched me a few times, and then Eric Reading showed up and scared them away."
"John," Dad said in a warning tone. "You have to tell her the whole story."
Carolyn seemed to perk up a little and she tilted her head. "John?"
John's hands were sweaty, but they clenched into fists almost without his consent, and his head dipped further. "I…" Dad placed a hand on his shoulder. John didn't move. "The reason they cornered me… is because there was a girl who had been flirting with me for a while. And I wasn't interested in her at all, but I really didn't want to hurt her feelings. So I told her that I have a… that I have a boyfriend. And she ended up telling those boys."
The silence with which his explanation was met was difficult to bear, and John wanted to get up and leave. But when he looked up, Carolyn was staring at him, her expression very focused, almost to the point that she wasn't even seeing him.
"What do you think, Carolyn?" Dad asked.
"John, are you actually gay?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of him. He had to look away.
"Yes…"
Carolyn stood and walked around her desk to kneel next to John. This time when their eyes met she held his there as if by sheer willpower. "I have been waiting for this case my entire career, John. But if this is going to work…" Finally she looked down and shook her head a little, a distracted, almost dreamy smile on her face. "We'll have to do this quickly."
"Do what, Carolyn?" Dad interjected. She got to her feet and gave Dad a satisfied smiled before looking at John again.
"John, I want you to be Washington's figurehead of queer justice."
– turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] -
TG: sup bro
TG: sorry for that completely uncool display of emotion last night
EB: um
EB: oh, yeah.
EB: no, dave you have no reason to be sorry.
TG: ugh i woke up and just felt like an entire shed of tools so
TG: yeah thought id better cover my bases by apologizing for it
EB: why would you feel like a tool?
EB: you have every right to be upset.
EB: i'm...
EB: i'm glad you could open up to me like that.
TG: heh youre the only person i can open up to like that
TG: well the only one i can open up to without pep talks and a copy of sarcasm for dummies
EB: haha, good job bro strider.
EB: or rose.
EB: could be either one now that i think about it, hehe.
TG: heh its both
TG: bro for the former and lalonde for the latter
TG: speaking of lalonde i was thinking about telling her about colin mcdouche but idk
TG: for the time being i dont really want to talk about it
EB: well rose may be weird about that tentacle therapy stuff, but she still cares about you.
EB: but obviously just do whatever makes you comfortable.
EB: i'm not going to say anything.
TG: good advice best friend
TG: eh i probably will tell her
TG: just not today
TG: anyway speaking of today howre you
EB: uh
EB: haha
EB: i don't know what i am right now.
TG: well
TG: that set off the cacophony of alarm sirens
TG: thats bro slang for tell me whats up
EB: um, well...
EB: first of all, one of the guys who beat me up has decided to plead not guilty.
EB: that's fucking great.
TG: cocksucking shitbag
TG: ok im gonna tattoo the imprints of my knuckles into his ballsack
TG: but you said first of all
TG: so im guessing theres more
EB: uh haha yeah.
EB: second of all, my attorney has some information that leads us to believe the guy who's gonna plead not guilty is planning on convincing his friends to do the same.
TG: fucking
TG: ill kick his ass
EB: that would be much appreciated.
TG: you said you got an attorney though
TG: so thats something right
TG: does he think youve got a chance against these fuckends in court or what
EB: my attorney's a girl.
EB: but, um.
TG: *she
TG: that um doesnt sound too good
EB: well
EB: the guy who saved my ass... he's the one who told me i should come out to my dad.
EB: and when i was talking to him, i told him what exactly had happened and how it was all a stupid mistake, and how if he hadn't walked back there i probably wouldn't have told anyone what happened.
EB: but after the attorney called this morning to tell us the fucking amazing news, i guess my dad called that guy, and he told my dad why those guys beat me up in the first place.
TG: shit
TG: so your dad knows that this was a gay bashing
TG: well this is just perfect on every fucking level
EB: yeah...
EB: and he made me tell the attorney the whole story, since we actually have to put together an argument now for the case next week.
TG: john thats awful
EB: well, this is where it gets weird.
EB: she wants me to be all over the media as a, shit what did she call me?
EB: figurehead for queer justice or something.
EB: and i get that gay bullying needs more attention, but...
EB: i'm so scared, dave.
EB: i don't know if this is what i want.
TG: honestly im not either
TG: look uh this activism for gay rights is great and all but im not sure its gonna be too great for you
TG: i mean its gonna put you right in the line of fire for more fuckrags like the ones that beat you up
EB: yeah, that's what i was thinking.
EB: not to mention, i mean
EB: it took me this long to be comfortable enough to open up to you, much less my dad.
EB: and now all of a sudden she wants the entire world to know?
EB: i just don't know if i can handle that.
TG: yeah bro this stuff is hard to just blurt out into the great open
TG: basically
TG: i think you should think about it and figure out how comfortable you are with doing it
TG: and if its anything less than 100 percent then dont bother
EB: you're right.
EB: i don't know, just thinking about it makes me feel kinda sick.
EB: but then i'm also thinking about all the other people who get beat up even worse than i did
EB: and the ones who get called awful things every single day
EB: and no one ever does anything for them
EB: and i just...
EB: fuck, i don't know what to do.
TG: hey
TG: if you go through with it
TG: ask your attorney chick if shes interested in networking
TG: if you wanna go through with sticking your neck out and i cant be there to save your ass then i may as well help out your effort right
EB: wh
EB: what?
TG: i mean i know the media likes to think bisexuals dont exist but
TG: fact is if i got caught making out with a dude id still get beaten up for it right
TG: that is a joke because no one beats up dave strider
TG: still the sentiments the same
TG: just
TG: yeah
TG: if i could help by putting my own ass on the line for this project with you then id be cool with it
TG: you tell your attorney chick that k
EB: dave...
EB: i
EB: shit, yes i will talk to her.
EB: in fact, you can meet her when you get here next week if you want
TG: heh sure
EB: dave, if i go through with this...
EB: i mean, she says she wants the media to be covering me.
EB: if i'm with you all the time when you're here, people might
EB: i dunno, get the wrong idea...
TG: and then they will be totally jealous
TG: youre a sweet kid looking out for the feelings of the public like that egbert
TG: no but seriously i dont really give a shit unless it bothers you
TG: wait it totally bothers you doesnt it
EB: no!
EB: um
EB: no, i mean, why would it bother me?
EB: we're already brofriends for life, right?
TG: true that
TG: and fake boyfriends on top of that
TG: shit dude if we lived in some made up country like canada or england wed have a civil union by now
EB: pretty much!
EB: haha
EB: but anyways, how are you? i've been really worrying about you.
TG: oh ive been
TG: well lets not lie ive been better
TG: generally ok though
EB: i really
EB: well, is there anything i can do?
TG: i think its out of our hands for the time being
TG: bro kind of took over this operation
EB: haha, really, what's he doing?
TG: well he called a bunch of people up
TG: got colins number
TG: called HIM up
EB: oh boy.
TG: yeah
TG: he was trying to keep the conversation quiet but eventually he was shouting and i could hear some of the other side of the convo too
TG: didnt sound too good
TG: sounded like colin was trying to convince bro i wanted it which is just the biggest crock of shit i ever heard
TG: thankfully bro thought the same and threatened to break his legs if he ever came near me again
EB: wow, colin has to be the biggest douchebag ever.
EB: but props to your bro, chances are he wasn't exaggerating at all.
TG: yeah heh hes pretty fuckin terrifying when you piss him off
TG: but yeah i started looking for another job
EB: i believe you.
EB: any luck so far?
EB: won't it be hard to find one if you're gonig to be here for a week and a half?
EB: *going
TG: yeah but you can scout out a sense for what places are hiring and shit
TG: whose gonna be leaving their posts open
TG: chance would be a fine thing in this fuckin economy
TG: i shouldve just gritted my teeth and stuck it out and then told bro about it
TG: least then i couldve kept my shitty job
EB: i don't want you working for them.
EB: i mean
EB: they didn't believe you when something that awful happened to you.
TG: true
TG: my boss went down a couple hundred points in my estimation
EB: more like your boss shouldn't be a boss if they can't even listen to their employees.
TG: that too
TG: i dunno lately it just kinda feels like im fucking everything up
EB: what?
TG: losing my job and getting touched up by random creepers and also failing to get anywhere with this dude i have a massive fucking crush on
TG: id write about it on fml or something but i really cant summon the effort to type about how much im managing to screw up
TG: besides itd probably surpass the character limit
EB: dave, i don't understand.
EB: everything that happened to you was not your fault at all.
EB: it had nothing to do with you fucking up, bad things just kept happening.
EB: and as for your crush...
EB: well, i don't know, i'm obviously the polar opposite of an expert, but maybe i can help you?
TG: seeing how the only common factor for all these massive failures is me id have to contest you on that point but whatever
TG: and i dunno if you can but
TG: hell im open to suggestions
TG: ok agony aunt egbert what advice do you have
EB: okay well first of all another common factor was your job so that is fail logic.
EB: and i don't really know, what are his interests?
EB: you never did tell me much about him besides that you want sloppy makeouts and he's cute.
TG: fuck your logic in the ass i can wallow in my misery if i want to
TG: and uh
TG: idk if i tell you his interests you might figure shit out i dont necessarily want you to
EB: what is that supposed to mean?
TG: nothing
TG: ok he likes movies
EB: well shit easiest advice ever, why not ask him out to go see a movie or something?
TG: uh
TG: you think thatll work
EB: dave please. if a guy as cool as you walked up to me and was all like "i wanna take you out to watch movies that you love" i'd totally be unable to resist, hehe.
EB: does he like awesome movies like con air?
TG: thats an
TG: interesting comparative image right there
TG: and he likes movies like con air yes
TG: i see your fingers slipped on the keyboard and accidentally called con air something other than a piece of shit again
EB: alright i see he has good taste!
EB: shut up dave! con air is the best movie ever made!
TG: it is the best movie at making nic cage looking like hes never seen a stylist in his
TG: ok
TG: let me just cut that sentence off before it gets any gayer
EB: nic cage is manly and cool, i don't even know what you're talking about.
TG: why are we even talking about nic cage
TG: look
TG: do you seriously think asking him out to a movie will be good enough
EB: well i don't know, i mean i don't know him very well.
EB: what kind of guy is he?
TG: hes kinda dorky
EB: haha well you did say you had a thing for dorks.
TG: its a curse
TG: my achilles heel
EB: i guess that's why we're friends, pfft.
EB: but what else?
EB: i mean he's a dork but what's he LIKE?
TG: ok
TG: hes really kind
TG: and genuine in a way i have to try really fucking hard to be nowadays
TG: and hes sensitive and i think sometimes the world cuts him deeper than it does ordinary people
TG: mainly because the world fucking sucks but we established that already
TG: and he likes joking around and shit
TG: hes got a good sense of humor
EB: haha, well he sounds like a great guy.
EB: it seems like you're really into him.
TG: pretty much
TG: i am the teenage girl to his justin bieber
TG: with all the hideous displays of emotion that would imply
TG: not that anyonell ever see because i wear shades all the time
TG: so you think movies are the way to go huh
EB: um, well if you're serious maybe you should do something a little more... i dunno, serious?
EB: how much does he like you?
TG: i have no fucking clue
EB: really?
EB: that's kinda surprising.
TG: hes one of the few people immune to my strider mind psyches
EB: wow, this guy must be pretty damn special.
TG: thats one word for him yeah
EB: but come on dave, it's YOU. you can't gauge at all?
TG: im not dumb enough to think i dont matter to him at all
TG: i guess theres a chance
TG: that maybe he might like me
TG: kind of
EB: haha only kind of?
EB: i bet you're just being modest.
TG: idk
EB: well, on the one hand i don't want you to do something too romantic and scare him.
EB: which i doubt would even happen, i bet he likes you more than you're giving yourself credit.
EB: but then, i don't know, i would hate to think of you in a relationship where your feelings are a lot stronger.
EB: that would be horrible.
TG: that would suck pretty hard
TG: maybe the movie thing is easier huh
TG: i mean a dude could turn that shit down no problem
EB: yeah i guess so.
EB: make sure he understands it's a date, though!
EB: a lot of people go to movies as just friends.
TG: yeah thats true
TG: i guess it kind of loses its impact when youve already done it a hundred or more times before
TG: and all the films have been shitty without fail
TG: but
TG: what the fuck
TG: here goes
TG: fuck
TG: ok
EB: what...?
TG: john
TG: want to go catch a film or something sometime
TG: nbd
EB: i
EB: wha
EB: dave, are you saying what i think you're saying?
TG: if you think im saying that i want to go on a creepy date with you then yes we are on the same page
TG: shit this is so lame i am embarrassed enough for both of us
EB: no i
EB: holy shit
EB: is this
EB: actually happening
TG: im sorry
TG: shit haha i dont think i could have made a worse job of that if id tried
EB: no, no
EB: fuck, i
EB: dave i'm just surprised, i never thought you'd ever
EB: shit of course i want to go catch a movie sometime.
EB: i
EB: really want to.
TG: youre serious
TG: really
EB: dave, i don't think i've ever been more serious.
TG: i remember you saying something about liking some dude for three years though i mean i dont want to
TG: wait
TG: shit
EB: uh
EB: oh gosh...
EB: i, um...
EB: yeah, when i said i was serious...
TG: fucking christ
TG: i cant actually take how ironic our bromance has been up until this point
TG: like it is actually physically painful
TG: level 9 irony at least
EB: you aren't
EB: weirded out?
TG: no
TG: im actually
TG: just really fucking upset we didnt get this shit out in the open sooner
EB: i'm sorry.
EB: i just never thought you would ever feel that way.
EB: wait, you want to have
EB: sloppy makeouts with me?
TG: uh
TG: oh god please tell me you arent looking through the logs for all the embarrassing dorky shit i said about you
EB: i...might be.
EB: hehe
EB: for the record, i um
EB: well, i really want to have sloppy makeout with you too.
TG: that
TG: sounds like something that could most definitely be arranged
EB: damn, on the downside this makes waiting for you to get here that much more difficult.
EB: oh, dad's calling for dinner.
EB: will you still be here when i get back?
TG: BRO WANTED TO SPAR SO I MIGHT BE AWAY
TG: fuck
TG: ok hes in here
TG: no im not.
EB: oh
TG: fuck
EB: uh, hehe, hi mr. strider...
TG: sup egbert.
EB: um, nothing at all!
TG: yeah we were being perfect civil gentlemen til your ugly face showed up
TG: ok he left but he made the stupidest over exaggerated eyebrow raise before leaving
EB: do you think he knows?
TG: definitely
TG: considering how good i am at hiding my emotions it really doesnt seem to count for shit when it comes to him and rose
EB: oh my gosh, does he...
EB: well does he mind?
TG: i
TG: i dont actually think he does
EB: maybe you should talk to him about it?
EB: goddamnit dad's calling...
EB: please try to be here!
EB: i
EB: um, hehe, this is so weird
EB: i love you.
– ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] –
John jumped away from the computer, elated and frightened and more than a little embarrassed that he'd actually said it and—
"Son, I'm going to eat your share too if you don't get down here!" he heard his dad yell. He shook his head, trying to get ahold of himself before running down to the kitchen. Dad was sitting at the table, polite as ever, not even having started his own plate. The weather had yet to cool down any, so Dad had made a light meal, chop-chop salad. Their small fan was rotating on the open window sill.
"Gosh, dad, you didn't have to wait for me," John said sheepishly, dipping his head as he snuck into his seat.
"Sure I did. Good manners don't take a rest even under stress, son." Dad gave him a small smile, and they both picked up their forks and began eating.
Typically dinner conversation was full of the day's events, funny stories, school, friends, video games; hell, Dad Egbert could usually even coax John into discussing world events. But this evening, as the past few had been, was mostly silent. It could be that with everything going on, small talk seemed even more trivial than usual, and after a day filled with the drama of police meetings and court proceedings and hyper-focused attorneys, maybe the silence was somewhat cathartic.
However, as usual, John's mind was completely filled with thoughts of Dave. John simply could not fathom everything that had happened today. Dave had a crush on him, wanted to take him out to see a shitty movie and kiss him. And if that wasn't enough, the way he had described John; as dorky, of course, but also as cute, and kind, and genuine, and sensitive… His heartbeat was fluttering against his ribcage, and he tried to calm himself down. But his mind simply led back to the beginning of their conversation, when Dave had said that, if John was serious about the whole queer justice effort, he would put his own ass on the line and do what he could for the project all the way in Texas. When John thought about how much worse things were for the queer community in the south, and that Dave had completely ignored that just so that he could support John… That was more than a crush; that was legitimate devotion. John felt tears well in the corners of his eyes.
"Dad?"
Dad looked up from his plate and regarded John. "What is it, son?"
"I've been thinking about what Carolyn said. How victims of gay bullying need someone to look to, since no one is actively fighting for them or anything. And I… I just hate to think of all the people who have to deal with that sort of thing every single day…"
Dad stared at him for a long moment. "John, you know I'll support you in whatever you choose."
John met his gaze, his own expression determined. "I wanna do it. I'll be the figurehead of queer justice."
This was met with a small laugh, and Dad gave him a loving look. "Are you sure, son? You barely like seeing yourself on home videos, and if you go with Carolyn's plan, the expectation is that you'll be approached by as many news reporters as possible." John's expression began to soften, and Dad smiled. "No one is going to be disappointed in you if you don't want to put yourself through that."
John was silent for several moments then, but the determination came back to his eyes as he reached his resolve. "No. I'm definitely scared, and the thought of all of that attention makes me feel sick, but I have something to fight for. I want to be courageous again."
Dad seemed to be following, but his expression became confused. "Again?" he asked. John blushed immediately and averted his gaze.
"Oh, nothing. I'm, um, done with dinner. May I be excused?"
"Sure, son. I'll call Carolyn and let her know, alright?"
"Thanks, dad."
John ran back up to his room, a little shaken up. It had been a long time since he'd accidentally referred to sburb in front of his father. He hated the look of confusion with which he was always met, hated that no one knew it had been him and his three friends to save the world, hated that no one would ever know of that strange planet somewhere out there, outside their galaxy, where the trolls of Alternia thrived.
Somehow his room seemed even hotter than the rest of the house, and he plopped down in front of his computer to see if Dave was still there and felt a rush in his chest at what he saw.
TG: i love you too
– turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] –
Dave had left this final message before logging off, probably to have an epic battle with Bro Strider and possibly talk about the new turn of events in his love life.
He had been hyped up enough before, and the addition of those four simple words sent John into a frustrated frenzy. He tried to focus on his summer reading assignment and read the same paragraph five times before deciding he might as well give up. It was too hot to focus on anything, and he threw his clothes and blankets on the floor and lied naked in his bed, staring at his ceiling and listening to the sounds of evening coming in from his open window.
Slowly, John's hands began to move over his torso, stopping to brush fingers lightly over the bruise Daniel had left when he'd punched him in the stomach. The skin there was strange and soft, and he pressed on it gently to feel the sharp ache before moving lower. John wondered what Dave would let him do when he finally arrived. He wanted to hold his hand, fingers intertwined, when they sat together watching Con Air. He wanted to take him to the top of the Space Needle and touch his face softly, the Seattle skyline merely a background image to Dave's expression as John leaned in to kiss him. He wanted to drift off to sleep with Dave's arms around him, rubbing comforting circles lightly on his back, and he secretly wanted it to keep Dave wide awake with the same kind of frustration John was feeling right now.
Fingers fluttered over the arousal that was probably more cause for distraction than the summer heat, and he released a contented sigh, wondering vaguely if Dave thought of him when jerking off. Then again, John didn't know quite how long ago his best bro had realized his feelings were a little deeper than the bro code likely allowed; Dave always had seemed a lot more sexually aware, but for all John knew Dave might find this creepy as fuck.
For the sake of keeping his fantasy going, John assumed that Dave would be chill as always. Or maybe chill wasn't the right word, because John really wanted to test that coolkid poker face, wanted to make Dave want him so badly that all of his training wouldn't be enough to hide it. He licked his palm, wrapping his hand around himself and starting off at a slow pace. Maybe he would reach for Dave's sunglasses, and when he inevitably jumped up to stop John from removing them, John would take Dave's hand and kiss his fingertips, lick the index finger slowly before pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently, eliciting soft moans and sighs from the coolkid.
His breath hitched and his free hand moved up to his mouth to muffle a gasp, knuckles pressing against his lips as the thumb of his other hand brushed against the slit, then pressed against it firmly. Dave wouldn't be able to help himself allowing John to remove his sunglasses with a display like that in front of him, and when their eyes met, John would not look away, even as he began undoing Dave's jeans, even as he leaned in to kiss Dave's open mouth.
Swirls of heat coiled in John's stomach, and as if the temperature in the room wasn't already hot enough, he felt his cheeks burning, his skin flushed pink, and he panted a few times before biting his hand, eyebrows creased. Dave would get fed up then, grabbing the hem of John's shirt and pulling it over his head before bruising his lips in an urgent kiss, his own hands roaming to John's shorts and making quick work of them. Maybe he would break the kiss, lips roaming to John's neck, his chest, his stomach, and finally the underside of his erection, grazing it before the pressure became firmer, tongue sticking out to taste, and—
John released a small cry when he spilled over into his hand, hadn't even noticed that he was close. His heartbeat was still racing, but the sweat was already starting to cool as much as was possible, and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Maybe it had been a little too long since he'd done that.
A smile played on his lips and he turned onto his side, wiping his hand on the sheet and curling up. It felt a lot better to know that the things he imagined might not be completely out of the question, at least eventually.
Before I met you, I used to dream you up and make you up in my mind
And all I ever wanted was to be understood,
You've been the only one who could
The World Has Its Shine (But I Would Drop It On A Dime), Cobra Starship