A/N: Hey there guys and gals, Archimedies here with the next one-shot, this one suggested by fairytailasaurus, I highly suggest you go check her out if you haven't already, as she writes well for a variety of fandoms. I hope I did your request justice. And, to my other reviewer, Nanami, I will get on your request, but at the pint in homestuck I'm at, I've only just been introduced to Roxy, as I am nowhere near up to date. I'd rather read some more to get a better handle on her character, so that I can give you a good chapter, then work of what little I know and write a fairly shit one. Anyway, if you enjoy the story, make sure to favorite and follow, and make sure if you have and idea for a one-shot, and a certain pairing you want it written for, drop it in a review or a PM and I'll get on it as soon as possible. And now without further ado, enjoy the chapter, and, as always, stay Jammy.

Story 2: Boy's night.

GAME OVER

John grunted in disgust and threw his controller down, before cringing lamely at the noise. Goddammint. He needed to start remembering, he lived alone now, he could make as much noise as he wanted. That simple fact didn't stop him from thinking his dad was going to bust down his door and shout his ear off. He shook his head, and snatched up the controller, putting it down on his sofa before standing and peering at the clock over his T.V. It showed eight o'clock. John strode into his bathroom and checked his outfit in the mirror. Blue jeans, his ecto-biology shirt and a pair of battered trainers. Nothing special, but not scruffy either. He went back into the living room, and waited. And waited, and waited...And five minutes past eight, the doorbell to his apartment rang. John took a deep breath, and walked across, pulling open the door, to find Dave slouching outside, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a plastic carrier bag, full of bottels.

"Sup?" He nodded slightly, smirking. John grinned back at him, crossing his arms.

"And once again, just that tiny bit behind schedule? Is "constantly late" part of the job description?"

Dave grinned back, and stepped into the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, John stepping back to make space.

"Hey. I'm fashionably late, alright? Like, by design, not accident"

"Obviously" John rolled his eyes, before giving Dave a once over. He was dressed in his trademark brand of smart-casual. Black trousers, his record t-shirt, and a red and black chequered button up shirt, open over the top of that. He topped it all off with a pair of converse and his "ironic" shades. John had never seen him without them.

"You done staring yet? C'mon, I'm freezing out here! Or is this your ploy? Let me die of frostbite, and steal all my booze? You genius!"

John giggled, and stepped back further to let Dave into his apartment. He crossed the threshold, placed the bag on the ground, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

"Then again, why else would I love you? You're not much to look at"

John frowned playfully, wriggled out of Dave's arms.

"Oh, alright then. So I'm not beautiful?"

"Nope"

John gave a hmph, and turned away, strutting into the living room with all the grace of an angry peacock.

"Ah, c'mon John, you know I'm kidding!"

John plonked himself down on the sofa, and snatched up his controller.

"Oh! So that was a joke?"

Dave grabbed the bottles, shut the front door and followed him, before laying throwing himself down on the couch, leaning his head on John's shoulder.

"Yes John, a joke"

John grunted.

"Soooo?"

"You're a very pretty lady John"

The combination of absurd wording and deadpan delivery broke his thin layer of annoyance, and he slapped a hand to his forehead, snorting unattractively.

"Goddamnit Dave. Let me stay mad!"

Dave smirked, and dropped his head into John's lap, staring up into his eyes.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did?" They stayed like that for a few more seconds, Dave pin-point focused on the subtle lights playing across John's eyes, while John was presented with a pair of pure black lenses.

Hmm. I wonder.

John's hand had just grabbed the glasses when Dave stopped him. John felt his boyfriends entire body tense.

"Woah. John. What do you think you're doing?"

They could both feel the sudden shift in tone.

"Just..."

"Just...?"

"Well, I just wanted to see your eyes?"

John frowned down at him, unsure why Dave was being so weird about it.

"Well, maybe you could have asked?"

Dave was frowning now. And he looked strangely pissed.

"Well, why? What's so weird about your eyes?"

"Everything about them!"

"What? They're eyes! They can't be that bad-" John reached down with his other hand, but Dave grabbed his wrist, hard.

"John, just drop it, alright?"

"Hey! Let go! C'mon Dave, quit being weird-"

Dave sat up, pulling his head from John's lap, and sat upright.

"I'm not being weird alright! What about you? Why'd you want to see my eyes so bad all of a sudden?"

John pulled back his hands, and thought for a second. It had really been a spur of the moment impulse.

"Well...I dunno? I was just curious?"

It sounded weak, even to John.

Dave gave an angry snort, and turned away, staring at the screen. They sat in silence, each of them stewing in their own private worlds, until John broke the silence.

"It's just...I don't know about you. I can't tell what you're thinking when your eyes are, like, locked away behind those shades. Like, they say your eyes are windows into your soul...And I feel like that's what we should see, you know? Like...It makes me feel childish, sitting here, wondering what you're thinking, the feelings you're going through. And it scares me. Like, you could be all torn up inside, and I'd never even know, I couldn't even help..."

Dave turned to John.

"Oh shit, are you crying?" And he was. Tears were rolling down his face, and dripping from his chin on to the couch. "Shit..." When he thought of it like that...

"Fuck, I'm an asshole"

John looked across.

"What?"

"Fuck. Fuck! Shit...I'm sorry John...I fucked this up royally, didn't I?"

"Huh?"

"I should have just talked to you about this...Look, I'm not...Just look, alright?"

Dave reached up, and pulled the glasses from his face. John's eyes widened.

"Oh my god..."

"Yeah. That was the reaction I was-"

"They're so beautiful"

"Expecting- Wait what?"

"They're beautiful"

When Dave had pulled the glases from his face, he'd revealed a pair of piercing red eyes, deep crimson in colour. They shone so bright, that for the moment, they were all John could see.

He placed a hand on the side of Dave's face, and pulled him closer, grinning through his tears.

"This is what you where hiding? Afraid you dazzle me to death?"

Dave was still woefully confused.

"What? You...Like them? I'm not a freak or anything?"

"Of course not, you asshat. I'd never stop loving you over something like this..."

Dave sat stunned for a moment, before he developed his own, face splitting smile.

"Oh...Oh my god...Oh fuck, now I'm crying..." John wiped a tear from Dave's cheek with his thumb.

"Don't worry about it...We both look pretty stupid right now..."

Dave pressed his forehead to John's, and and they sat there together on the couch in silence, together and perfect. Until John started laughing. Dave pulled back, and grinned at him.

"What?"

John gave him a crooked smile, struggling to talk through his giggling.

"I used up all of my tricks...I hope that you like this..."

Dave's eyes widened.

"John..."

"But you probably won't think you're cooler than me..."

Dave started laughing too.

"John, don't you dare..."

John leaned back, and raised his voice to a shout.

"You got designer shades, just to hide your face!"

Dave could barely breathe.

"John no..."

John raised an eyebrow. "Next line? All together now?"

They both came together in a crushing embrace, and sung out loud:

"And you wear them around like you're cooler than me!"

They both collapsed, laughing and snorting on the sofa, and promptly fell asleep in each other's arms. And the last thing John saw, were a pair of glowing red eyes. And his last thought?

God, he's beautiful.