John and Dave were sat on the couch, watching Bro as he methodically stuffed the fridge and cupboards. Sometimes cursing as a few smuppets he forgot were there fell from behind the doors.
"How the hell did I not notice there were so many freaking smuppets..." Bro grumbled to himself, glaring at the small pile in the middle of the kitchen. "You get ONE hobby then BAM suddenly it's everywhere." He sighed, picking them up and taking them to his room after he finished putting all of the food away.
When Bro closed the door behind him. Obviously to sort out the mess his room had become after collecting the smuppets from around the house. Dave turned to John grinning widely.
"Johnnyyyy..." He started. Shuffling closer to John who gulped nervously and watched Dave, who's teal hair fell over his face as he tilted his head cutely.
"Do you wanna play a game?" Dave giggled, face getting closer to John's.
"Errr... Sure! What kinda game?" John agreed. Smiling a little, overbite making it look even cuter to Dave. Who's eyes lit up with happiness and quickly grabbed John's shoulders.
"I want to play the pocky game!" Dave said loudly, John placed his hands on Dave's arms.
"Dave, you don't HAVE pocky..."John was glad, he didn't want to play such a weird game!
He wasn't a homosexual, he had told everyone dozens of times!
Dave frowned, but quickly got up, "I have an ideaaaa!" He danced to the kitchen, taking out a box of strawberries and a sharp knife then running to sit back down next to John. Who froze at the sight of said knife.
Dave opened the box, taking the knife and cutting off the green stems of the strawberries and putting them back into the box. He put the knife onto the lid that was set onto the table and placed the box between them.
"We'll play with strawberries instead! Hehehehe, I knew I was smart!" Dave giggled madly, watching as John went slowly pink and sagged in defeat.
"Ugh...fiine." John opened his mouth. Gently biting down onto the strawberry placed between his teeth to keep it in place. Blushing slightly harder when Dave bit onto the other end.
Dave felt excitement race through his body and make the jumbled thoughts in his head fly around even faster. He nibbled the strawberry growing closer to John who seemed to be frozen in place.
John's eyes were wide, oh god would Dave really-
Dave closed the distance, quickly slipping out his tongue to get what was left of the strawberry. Swiping against John's lips and teeth.
John shivered.
Yes, Dave would.
Dave smirked, ignoring the screaming and profanities of Original-Dave in the back of his head. Reaching to the box and grabbing a large strawberry, quickly pulling back and shoving it in his mouth. While John's was still opened slammed their lips together, passing the strawberry between them.
In the corners of John's mind he could hear himself shouting about not feeling this way about Dave. But the feel of the strawberry and tongue was muting his senses and making his brain all fuzzy.
Then Dave left the strawberry in his mouth and pulled back, grinning happily.
"That was fun!" Dave sung happily, taking a strawberry and biting into it.
"Wh-wha...DAVE!" John had regained his senses, and was gaping at Dave who was smiling like he was the cat that caught the canary.
"Hmmmmm?" Dave hummed teasingly, tilting his shades down and staring into John's bright blue eyes. "Yeaaa Johnny?"
"I-I am not a homosexual! Dave! You know that!" John squeaked indignantly, Dave giggled loudly.
"I knooow! It was just a game! We don't have to play any mooore!" Dave nodded to John, who sighed quietly in relief.
"Well, did I walk into an awkward situation." Bro's deep tenor was heard from the doorway to the kitchen. John whirled around in horror to see Dave's big brother/guardian leant against door with an upturned lip. Showing his amusement of the situation. "Want big bro to leave the little loves alone?" He teased, watching Dave hunch over in roaring laughter as John shrieked in panic.
"I-IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT !" John waved his hands wildly in front of his face, feeling the burn in his cheeks.
Dave watched as John steadily grew even darker in the face. Wondering how red John could go before all the blood flooding to his face would cause him to faint.
He bit his lip, eyes sparkling as he watched John freak out and Bro watch the black haired boy in veiled amusement.
He wondered how red he could make John go before he started begg-
Dave hissed under his breath as a sharp spike of pain stabbed his head. Damn Original-Dave had flipped his shit and was now yelling at him. Slamming against the barrier and tearing at the seams.
Putting a hand to his forehead he closed his eyes, face now twisted into an angered frown. The sound of his pain had gained Bro's attention, who's senses were honed and trained to pick up small sounds.
"Lil' man, what's wrong?" He approached, John had turned to Dave, and is eyebrows had furrowed in concern.
"It's just fiiiiine.." Dave said, the slightly distorted notes in his voice made it seem rather creepy. And the light pink swirly eyes that were peeking out from behind his sunglasses were wide with rage and mania. "Give Davey-wavey a minute..." Bro hummed slightly, nodding and sitting next to Dave, watching him carefully.
John slowly sat on the other side of Dave. Slightly nervous at touching the trickster who had molested his mouth earlier. He went slightly redder at that thought, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dave?" John's voice was gentle, and Dave latched onto it as he slammed the Original-Dave back behind the walls. Rebuilding them. Leaning back onto Bro, Dave peered up at John sleepily.
"Jooohn...nnyy, I feel ssooooo sleepy all of a suuuuddenn..." Dave's speech had become slightly slurred. The attack on Trickster-Dave's dominant mind had left him without energy. As he had used a lot of it getting Original-Dave back into the walls he had built.
Swaying Dave slid sideways and into Bro's chest, who frowned. Raising a hand to Dave's forehead, not warm, picking up a limp wrist and squeezing to check his pulse.
It was normal. Bro nodded, Dave was just tired. After what seemed like...
An attack? A spasm? Or was it Dave trying to regain control of his own body?
Bro hoped nothing too hectic would happen on this however long escapade with Trickster-Dave. Cause he swore Lil Cal was laughing at him whenever he walked into his room.
Oh geez, if he had to hear him giggle about his terrible luck ONE more time.
That stuffing was premium, but I have enough money to replace it, Bro thought menacingly.
John watched, concerned before relaxing slightly as Bro nodded to him. Slipping his arms around Dave and lifting him up, walking to Dave's room to set him down on the bed.
"He's okay?" John asked, just to make sure, as he followed behind Bro.
"Lil' man just got tired, no worries, just a lil' shuteye and he'll be up an' at it." Bro reassured the Washington dork.
John released a relieved sigh- that suspiciously sounded like "Pshchooo..." but...whatever. At least Dave was okay...
Minus the whole, Trickster crazy stuff...
And the fainting...
And the ki- John slapped himself in the face, to knock the thought out of his head, before pausing in horror as he realised.
He just slapped himself...
In front of Bro Strider...
Oh god. "You...alright?" Oh, great, now he almost wanted Bro to kick him out of the house for being an absolute bonkers nutcase.
"Oh- no I'm fine!" John chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head.
Bro nodded, well, Dave's friends WERE strange...
He just hoped this one wasn't too bad.
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