Gleestuck
Episode 2
Season 1
==» Dave: Take a seat
You sit down next to John not sure exactly what's brewing in your intestines. You have this odd stirring in your stomach. You can feel your pulse pounding in your ears like bass in a club and something in you feels guilty. For some reason you can't shake the knack that just sitting with this awesome kid makes you a terrible person or something. You shrug it off, trying to ignore that this is kind of GAY AS HELL.
John takes a thermos and a couple of little plastic cups out ("Like the ones from the airplanes." you remark) and pours some red liquid into them. You don't really catch what he calls the concoction, you're just relieved to have liquids enter your body as you pour the stuff down your throat.
"Seriously, though. You're really talented." John says again. You feel tempted to take another fat swig from the thermos of whatever the shit it was but something distracts you. John is talking and you notice his lips. They're perfect. Like. Not too full, but not tiny either. His lower lip is a bit more plump than the upper one.
You don't even know what the shit this kid is saying. What even is he talking about?
Then you look at his mouth again. He got some of that red crap above his lip. Figures. Kid looks like a lot of things, but graceful isn't one of them.
"Hey. You've got a little red on your lip." you tell him, voice level. His face lights up with surprise, you probably just interrupted everything. Ass.
You say,"It's..." and then instead of finishing the sentence your dumbshit ass slowly puts your thumb to his upper lip and gently wipes it, like you're wiping a smudge off of a fucking porcelain doll or some important, delicate shit like that.
The only thing the kid can do is stare at you, blue eyes all bright like giant like a cloudless sky.
What.
The.
Fuck.
What just happened.
Now you and him are like locked via eyes. You feel naked. Like the kid has x-ray vision and can see right through your aviators.
You slowly draw your hand off of his face.
==» John: ?!