A/N: Struggled with the essy m's == weird saying for smutty smoos, which basically, yeah, smut, but I got it? Those days when smuts were called lemons. Eye opening huh? So, I had prewritten the next chapter, but, like I said, medical shit got in the way of the main plan for that, and I don't have the thing I wrote all the words in, so I have to rewrite it. I think the haitus is pretty much over. I don't know. I'm gonna be as fast as I can, the writers block [deep breathing] I can feel it lifting, oh yes. ANYWAY- on with the sadly, short chapter.

John's P.O.V

Your face was just so hot right now and Dave probably knew, but he might not know, but he was the reason behind it all and if he should know, you were sure he should, but you didn't want him to. What would he say when he saw your face pathetically pink and your eyes glimmering like some 3 year old staring at something totally knew to them? He would laugh, he wouldn't even say anything, he just plain out laugh at you, that's what. And having your boyfriend laugh at you was not a fun thing to think about, unless it was because you were doing something worth laughs. Which you were quite sure, thisdid not account for.

"Are you thirsty?"

You realized you were kind of just dragging him through the house. "Uh, sorry." he laughed a little and you shuffled to the kitchen, not even caring if he answered or not, you were the one thirsty. Everything had been fine, and now suddenly your mouth was dry and you were so nervous!

Splashing (as the water could get) cold water on your face, and getting some to drink, you gulped it down and headed back over to Dave who waited at the bottom of the stairs. "What? You didn't get me anything?" He laughed. "Do you want something?" He shook his head and took your hand as you walked up the stairs together.

"You don't have to be so nervous." You looked away. Sure you did. Your mind was racing with one thought, and it was embarrassing. Plus, now it would mean something, and then all the thoughts of something going wrong. Something, just so stupid, like having a seizure, falling off the bed and dying or something. Fuck, did you not want to die.

Into your bedroom and what should have been a chill environment. Dave plopped down in your computer chair while you sat on the edge of your bed, twiddling your thumbs here and there when he wasn't looking, which wasn't often. He just looked at you with interest, like he was trying to understand what you could possibly thinking about everything when you had been the on to invite him over in the first place.

"What's wrong with you?"

He was hunched over, staring you right in the eyes.

"Nothing…"

With a groan, he leaned back in the chair "Duuuuuude! You're so lying to me, and that's more annoying than anything, just tell me what's up."

Getting up, you walked over to him slowly, eyes narrowed. One hand on each arm rest, his chest was between you arms and you looked him plain in the eyes. "I want to kiss you, but now it's going to mean something, and I'm scared, that's all. Of course now you're being a little shit about it." Dave's lips quivered a bit as his face turned a light pink, "It's not that hard, you just lean in, and…yeah."

Your eyes rolled a little. As if you didn't know how to kiss, and just to prove it to him you leaned in and kissed him, a time framing longer than short, but shorter than long.

Pulling away, your face was even hotter than before.

Dave kissed your cheek "You let me take your lips, and then we got together. Heh." You turned your head a little so the next kissed landed on your lips and then from there things only escalated.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "So lip-lock, swiveling tongues and us taking turns topping in a makeout isn't enough?"

By this time, the two of you had switched over to the bed, since the chair creaked as he shifted every so often.

Well shit. Hormones. You blame hormones. There was nothing else to blame without blaming it on yourself. It was all hormones. Okay, yeah, not the best excuse for why your hand was under your boyfriend's shirt and why you were currently in a conversation about if you would be doing the dirty tonight, a conversation, you were pretty highly expected to reply to.

Of course your brain didn't seem to be working on a reply, it was thinking, not of words that could be formed into good verbal sentences, but having him pushing you against the pillows, hard core makeouts (more so than now) and both of you getting as pleasured as possible before you probably fell off the bed and went to sleep. Good plan. Awkward plan, but good plan nonetheless.

"No. Yes? I don't know…" You glanced at his shirt and slid your hand up further. "Just take the goddamn thing off already." He didn't look angry, or even sound it, his voice was neutral the whole time, but you know he was really ready to do this. Reaching up, you used your other hand to take his shirt off fully and tossed it on the floor.

Yours was off soon after and discarded alongside his while his hands traced down your now bare chest to the button of your pants and you your face flushed as you stared at it. His other hand gently pushed your head up to look him in the eyes. "You're sure?"

Taking his glasses off, you nodded and smiled a little.

His fingers smoothly undid the metal button from the fabric loop and unzipped them rather quickly too, but the whole situation was getting more and more awkward the more naked you got, especially when it was the both of you in your socks and boxers on the bed and he switched positions so that you were under him now.

He touched you lightly through your boxers and your you felt your breath hitch in your throat, leaving him with a smirk.

You slowly let it go as he pulled down your boxers and traced his fingertips down your half hard shaft, but it seemed like your body wasn't ready for it and your leg twitched, kneeing him in the side and he hissed as you winced away in embarrassment. "Shit, sorry Dave, I-" He waved you off "It's…fine, just…" He leaned in to kiss you, but your noses hit one another and only after a minute of recovery, you regained yourselves and kissed properly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him further on top of you.

When you broke the kiss, to trail some down his neck, burst out laughing and rolled off of you onto the floor and stayed their, just laughing his ass off on the floor. "Dude! We are so not cut out for sexy times!" You were on the bed laughing at him for falling off and he was laughing at everything. "You- oh my god- did you just call it sexy times, what the fuck!"

When their laughing died down, you joined him on the floor and pulled the blanket down on top of you both. "We're idiots." The words were just a whisper as you played with his hair. "I never would have guessed, thank you for your assistance, Captain Obvious."

You stuck your tongue out at him "Yeah, well Captain Obvious here to tell you we probably need to put clothes on before my dad walks in to check on me or something. He gets home in few minutes anyway."

Dave got up and pulled his pants and shirt back on and smiled at you, shades still off. "You're spending the night still, right?" Even you could hear the hope in your voice. "Of course. I'm not gonna almost sleep with my boyfriend and leave him here alone."

Pulling your shirt over your head, now redressed and ready to fall asleep, you crawled into the bed with him and laid your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

Dave ended up falling asleep shortly after, and you sat up a bit to place a gentle kiss on his forehead before laying back down and closing your eyes.

A/N: The world needed more awkward sexies. Although, originally, this was gonna be some kinky shit. But I'm saving that for later.