"Man, your punkass better be grateful as shit for this. Not that I don't have the muscles to do this but still-" "Shut up." You say interrupting Bro. He never misses a chance to give you hell, even though he knows why you are going to all this trouble.
"Shit Dave, can I not speak now, man that's harsh," Bro continues, not phased at all. Normal Strider bonding time. You sort of miss this. You think.
You take a swig of some apple juice that he brought you.
Hell yeah.
Apple juice.
You don't even bother portioning it out, simply drinking from the jug.
"Get your sick ass over here and help lift this up. I got it all the way up here without John even seeing and now all you're doing is sittin'," he says, his pointed shades shifting to point in your direction. "Aww man, fine," you say, standing up and stretching languidly. You move over slowly and get on the other side of the heavy object. The heavy object in question was a large flat screen television.
You were going to try to make this one of John's best birthdays and if he was serious about his Nic Cage marathon, then the puny hospital televisions just would not do for your good buddy and you. So you had gotten Bro to hook you up with a television from one of his electronic stores. And of course, Bro was able to snag it for free.
"Ok, 1-2-3, go!" He grunts as you both lift up on the flat screen. You both lifted it up until it was hooked onto the stand that Bro had installed earlier. After shifting a bit and making sure it was secure, both you and Bro step back looking at the giant screen. He puts his hand under his chin like it's a masterpiece, slightly tilting his head. "Did you bring the other stuff?" You ask eyeing the bags he brought in.
He sighs tiredly, lifting a hand up to the bridge of his nose and massaging. The action lifts the glasses up slightly giving you a view of tired orange eyes, "Yes Dave, I brought the other goods. Don't worry; the little dork will get the best birthday surprise of his life. Egbert won't even know what hit him."
You smirk slightly when Bro shifts his focus back on the TV. People outside the Strider household may not be able to tell, but your brother was the best, no question about it.
You go over to the other bags, and very gently put them in your closet. You hear light scuffling from one bag. You smile, running your hand over the particular package making sure there were some holes in the wrapping.
After that, you click the tiny closet shut. You walk over next to your bed and pull up the bag of movies your Bro got for you. Was Nic Cage really in this many movies? You sighed, sifting through them absently when you see an odd name. "Uh…" Is all you can manage as you glance over the DVD cover. "I think this is yours Bro."
Bro looks over at what you are holding, "Well that must have gotten mixed in, sorry. Sure you don't want to keep it though? Nothing beats the original Black Stallion." He smirks as you just shake your head. He plucks it out of your fingers and puts it on the table by his keys.
As time slips by, everything seems prepared for John's birthday. He's out getting a checkup currently, but you aren't sure how much longer that will last.
"Well I guess I'm going to go ahead and go on my way kiddo, tell the egg man that I said Happy Birthday," he yawns as he grabs up his movie and keys but then halts. "Oh yeah! I forgot something," he states as he walks over to the counter in the room. He had brought the bag in with the rest of the stuff but placed it separately. You hadn't questioned him about it.
"I got this for you just in case you needed it," he winks, handing it to you and then going back to heading out. "Have fun!" he waves a hand over his head as he departs the room.
You tilt your head slightly, staring after him and then glance into the bag. You stare for a moment disbelievingly. "Uuh…." Your face brightens up to match the bright hue of your vibrant eyes. "W-why?" you ask the air as you hear the door open.
"Hey Dave! Why are you so red?" John asks curiously, not noticing the huge hanging TV yet. "Nothing!" you exclaim wadding the bag shut and moving to shove it in a drawer. No way was John going to see the contents of that bag, especially not right now.
It was full of condoms and lubricants.
You weren't sure if Bro was trying to be caring or a dick.
John heads immediately to the bathroom, the door closing with a click behind him. You slightly smile at how oblivious he can be.
You turn the TV on and set the bag of movies on John's bed for him to find.
Several minutes later you hear the door open again. "So did you get me any strippers today?" John smiles as he comes out of the bathroom. "No, but I think I did better," you comment, just as he looks up and stops in his tracks. "What's this huge TV doing in here Dave?" He asks, his eyes widening by the second. "Look on your bed." Is all you say.
He complies, walking over to his bed finding the bag full of Nic Cage movies and squeaks. You snort trying to cover up a laugh and he turns. "Seriously Dave? Are you going to watch these with me?" He asks staring at you, holding around four movies in each hand. "Yeah man, it's your birthday and all, not mine," you shrug. Then John practically tackles you, wrapping his arms around you. "You're the best Dave," he exclaims, nuzzling into your chest. You awkwardly wrap your arms around him, feeling your face warm up. "I know," You say into his hair, trying to sound smug.
He untangles himself from you and goes back to excitedly sifting through movies. His grin looks as if it's going to split his face with how wide it's growing. "Oh this one Dave, we are watching this one first," he says, bouncing up and down, full of energy. "Alright," you nod. You get up, grab the movie and stick it in the DVD player. John smiles and climbs up onto his bed.
You smile and go to turn the lights off. As you come back you shove your bed beside his. He stares at you, biting at his lower lip nervously now. You shift your eyes to the side as a response, his nervousness rubbing off on you. Though the action is lost due to your shades.
You climb up on the bed and put your arm up above him on his pillow. He leans forward and you slide it behind him. He smiles timidly and leans into you, his head fitting into the crook of your neck. His raven hair brushes against you, raising goose bumps at its soft touch.
Every now and then John quotes the movie and comments on it, but you don't really pay attention. You just enjoy the feeling of him against you.
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A few movies later, John is cuddled up to you closely. "What do you want to watch next?" he asks you, raising his blue eyes up to look at you. "I don't care Egbert, as previously stated, it's your birthday." He smiles and picks out another movie for you to go insert. He carefully withdraws your arms and swings your legs off the bed.
"Before that though," you say as you go turn the lights on and head for the closet. You pull out the other bags. "I really should have done this first I guess," you idly state, placing the bags on your bed and then crawling up yourself.
John sits up, crossing his legs and leans forward "You did more?" he asks, eyeing the bags. "Nah, these bags are all for me. Of course I did more; I'm a birthday celebrating machine, I run on pure birthday magic, it's insane."
You carefully take out the contents of the first bag. A smaller cheesecake. "See, I know you hate baked shit and all, but I just thought cheesecake was far enough from the mark that you'd like it." He smiles toothily, "Yeah it's great. Thanks Dave. Do you want to share it with me?" he asks and you smirk "Sure man, but let me finish this."
"And this," you carefully pull out the package with holes in it, "I hope you will appreciate. Don't shake it or anything, that'd be bad."
John carefully opens it, gasping. "W...what…" he stutters then goes silent. "Well you had said you wanted a pet lizard and I don't know this one just seemed to call out that you'd like her." You look off to the side sheepishly, scratching the back of your head. John grins, "She's perfect. I will name her Casey." He states, opening up the tiny cage she was in and picking Casey up. He is seemingly admiring her yellow skin, speckled with black. "Casey? Like after that girl in that first movie we watched?" You ask, laughing slightly.
"Yes, and it's a beautiful name and nothing to be laughed at," he sniffs at you, cutting his eyes at you for a split second before looking back at Casey. "Well I also got her a bigger cage." You retrieve it from the closet and bring it to John's side, plugging a heating lamp in, then put food and water in. He admires Casey for a bit longer and then gently places her in her cage where she heads straight to her water.
"Last thing," you grab the last bag and pull out a disc. "I...uh…Made this for you," you mutter, handing it over to him. He takes the disc with all the beats you made while thinking of him. "Really? I can't wait to listen to it," he smiles sweetly, running his fingers over the plastic covering it and then puts it on his desk. You smirk back at him and then get up, turning off the lights again and starting up the next movie. You grab some plastic forks on the way back so you both can eat.
About halfway through the movie he yawns, stretching a little bit. You shift to accommodate his movements. "I guess I'm finally getting tired," he laughs lightly, shifting his glasses as he rubbed his eyes. You sit up, taking in his disheveled hair and smile to yourself. He's so cute like this. But he's cute all the time anyway.
He opens his tired blue eyes, focusing on you. There's only a little space between the both of you. "I think I may have one more present for you Egbert," you mutter. "What's tha-"he starts to ask before you cut him off, placing your lips firmly against his in a chaste kiss. After a moment you pull away and John sort of stares at you. You aren't sure if that was too much, but you wanted to try at least.
"Kiss me again," he breathes out, the air brushing gently against your lips. You happily comply, kissing deeper and sliding a hand up John's back until you could slip it through his raven hair. Warmth spreads through you at the contact.
He moves forward, practically crawling into your lap as he gently cups your neck while the other grabs onto your shirt lower.
You pant through your nose as you lick at his bottom lip and nip at it playfully. It is great to be with John like this. This feels so right.
He grins, leaning forward too fast, bumping teeth together. You both wince. "Sorry," he mutters airily. You lick your teeth a bit, "it's a'ight," you reply, moving your lips back to his, not wanting to ever part from his lips, not matter if there was a bit of pain.
John moves forward slower this time and you nip his bottom lip again and he opens his mouth in response. You invade his mouth with your tongue, searching his mouth with caressing strokes. You lean back, against your pillows as John follows. He straddles your waist as you both continue to make-out.
The weight from John on top of you is slowly maddening you. You run a hand down his side and then slowly back inside his shirt, gripping at his warm skin.
John sloppily searches your own mouth and you revel in the feeling of part of him inside you. Sure, you've been with other people before, even guys. But this was different, blissful even. You make a small noise in the back of your throat expressing your contentment and he smiles against you, but never breaks the kiss.
You aren't sure how much time has passed when you break apart. You and John both are panting and staring at each other. Somewhere in the mix he had gotten your shades off without you noticing.
He smiles down at you and then rolls off of you, immediately curling up to your side after. "I think this is the best birthday I've had in a long time," he sighs contentedly. You smile as you rub at his head gently. "I'm glad," you mutter into his hair, breathing his scent in. You kiss his head lightly, still methodically moving your hand.
"Thanks Dave," John mutters sleepily a few minutes later, his eyes closed. "No problem," you say back.
You lay there contentedly as you watch John doze off. You would never grow tired of this.
(sorry for the wait, I just get random urges to write at random times. Thanks again for all the nice things and tell me if you notice anything please! It's 3:00 a.m. here so I'm kind of tired. This is my first kissing scene I've ever written so I hope it is not terrible ~_~
Edit: Thanks for noticing that Longlive Imagination! I fixed it :B )