John's face couldn't possibly be more beaming than right that second. "Dave I thought you HATED Nic Cage!" He asked, seemingly shocked. "You /sure/ that's what you want to watch? I mean gee IM not going to say no, but, you're the guest this is your chance." He chuckled

Dave stared at John's happy face. HOW THE FUCK WAS HE EXPECTED TO SAY NO TO THAT?! Fuck, he was stuck and these next two hours were going to be the worst he'd ever experienced, he was sure. His eyes would want to vomit after, if he wasn't blinded by Nic Cage's awful acting skills that was. Shit, he'd better reply to John soon. "Y-yeah, I'm sure..." he said, swallowing hard. "Let's watch Con Air..."

"Oh YAY thank you Dave! You'll love it this time around I know you will!" John scoot closer to Dave, wrapping his arms around him and burrowing his face into the boy's neck. "Yessssss..." He whispered, excitement much more than that of a normal human being, he knows. He just really loves Nic Cage... Probably more than a normal heterosexual boy.

Dave felt his face turned a similar shade to the red on his shirt, causing him to turn his head away quickly, "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with..." he muttered, hesitantly wrapping his arm around the boy's waist.

John laughed and did as Dave wanted him to, bouncing up and setting Dave's laptop on the ground. "We'll use mine okay?" He smiled and walked over to his desk, dragging the cord with it and setting it on his lap before pulling open an already existing tab with the Netflix movie Con Air already pulled up. He looked over to see if Dave had noticed. "Uh..."

Dave grinned lightly, shaking his head. "You fucking nerd. What? Do you just always have this movie popped up? Gog, you're so fucking obsessed with Cage...I bet you masturbate to this movie." he smirked, side glancing at john. "Isn't that right, John? I bet its right. "Dave poked the boy's side playfully with a finger

John blushed lightly, clicking play and getting under the covers, urging Dave under them with him. "Not always." He practically whispered, knowing there was no way Dave heard him. It wasn't like masturbating to Nic Cage made him gay, it just made him... Well it got him excited and that's really all he cared about when the urges came.

He pushed play and sat back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms innocently as if he said nothing.

Dave pulled the covers over himself, letting his back rest against the headboard of John's bed. He tried to keep his eyes fixed on the movie, but he didn't find it as interesting as John's face during the movie. He acted as though he'd never seen it before. Dave found this cute and had to remind himself to stare at the screen for longer than five seconds in between peeks at John.

About halfway through the movie Dave was getting bored. What the hell was even happening? He hadn't really been paying attention. He let out a small sigh and laid his head tiredly against John's shoulder as he stared at the laptop screen.

John blushed lightly, but other than that didn't move from his favorite movie. Speaking of the movie... Where had the time gone? Nic Cage had already finished his shirtless scene and John didn't even NOTICE. Where was his mind?

"...you can sleep if you're bored, Dave. It's going to be late soon-" John stole a peek at the clock. "It's nearly 8 anyway, and we've had a big day." He smiled, bringing a hand to Dave's hair and moving it out of his face to reveal his shades.

Dave shook his head, feeling heat reach the back of his neck and his shoulders. Fuck, why did he blush so easily under the raven haired boy's hand? He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the movie.

"No, uh- I'm going to watch with you." he muttered, reaching under the covers to place a hand on John's knee if only to get back at him for petting his hair in such a way. Did John know Dave liked him? No, there was no way. John was too fucking oblivious for that.

John's breath hitched for a moment, moving his hand from the boy's face as if embarrassed. "D-Dave-" He looked down at his hand on his knee, blushing. "Why are you- I...?" He paused, looking up at Dave shyly before grinning deviously and snatching the boy's glasses. "-got em!"

"Shit." Dave said, bringing his arm to his eyes to cover them, squeezing his eyes shut for extra measure. He didn't want John to see his eyes. He knew he'd make fun of him or be scared. He reached out for his glasses, "John give them..."

John pouted. "Aw come on Dave..." The boy held his glasses away, putting a hand on Dave's that was covering his eyes. "I wanna see your eyes...they can't be as bad as you saaaay..."

"Dude, come on. Just give me the glasses." he said, pulling away from the boy's touch in a small stroke of panic. He ran his hand through the air blindly trying to find his glasses. "John..."

"Fine... I'm sorry don't get upset, I was just kidding." John soothed his friend, putting the glasses back in Dave's hands. "...Sorry, again, okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

John pulled away, looking away so Dave could put them back on.

Dave shoved the glasses back onto his face, glancing at John after they were on. "Um...it's okay. I just...don't want you to freak out or anything." he muttered, pulling his knees up to his chest. He felt so fucking vulnerable suddenly.

John felt absolutely like the biggest asshole ever, like actually ever in the entire world. Dave was self-conscious about his eyes of course he would freak out, even if it was a joke.

John bit his lip, staring at his hands quietly. "I'm really sorry." He murmured.

Dave felt his heart hit his stomach as he swallowed. "Hey..." he muttered, taking his hands. "It's okay...I just don't want you to hate me when you see...they aren't pretty. They're fucking weird and everyone hates them." he shrugged.

John took a while to respond, but after a few long minutes he held Dave's hands back gently. His hands were warm, and soft. John liked having them hold his hands, as gay as that sounded alone. He didn't care though, why should he care? It felt nice, and it made them both feel better. "I really doubt they aren't pretty..." He murmured, looking up. "...but I promise I won't ever do that to you again, I-I'm so sorry. I crossed a line for sure and I feel horrible please don't be upset okay?

"I won't..." he muttered, laying his head on John's shoulder comfortably, closing his eyes once again. He knew John was just trying to kid. He didn't plan on moving soon. "Is...the movie over yet?" he asked, yawning.

John squeezed Dave's hands lightly, reassuring him that this wouldn't happen again. He still just felt horrible, even if Dave said it was okay... Dave's blind, reaching hands were enough to make John see that he had gone too far...

"It can be if you'd rather lay down and rest." John smiled, looking at the boys shades, imagining his eyes behind them. They couldn't be that bad, they just couldn't! What could possibly be wrong with them? Were they freakishly big? Were they teeny tiny? Were his eyelashes too long? John didn't know! He wanted to know...

"...John, I'll show you if you really want to see. We're best bros after all and its only right that we don't' have any secrets." he smiled, lightly after thinking it over. He slowly slid his shades off. He kept his eyes closed for a few moments before hesitantly opening them and looking at John.

Fuck, this was it. This is where even John would hate him for being a freak...