The movie ended up being the pure theatrical carnation of hell. It kept them in front of the screen late into the night, and by the time all was said and done, it had been too late to go home. "We have a guest room. The two of you can stay in there if you want. Or on the couch, I suppose. But the couch is uncomfortable, and let's face it, how bad can sharing a bed be?" Jake said when he noticed that his three guests were getting tired. Dirk smirked, and winked at Jake. "I ship it." he said teasingly. Jake nodded right back, the same dorky look that Dirk had plastered onto his face.
"I guess it couldn't be that bad. It's not like we're gonna end up saying 'no homo' every time we catch each other's gaze, right?" John said, ignoring the nonsensical exchange between Dirk and Jake. Dave nodded, and chuckled to himself. "I bet that would be pretty fuckin' annoying."
Jake led the two boys upstairs, and down the furthest hall to a closed door. "Here we are. Sleep tight kids." Jake said, patting John on the head and going to the other end of the hallway, where Dirk was waiting. "The funny thing is, they have another guest room." Dave said under his breath as he opened the door to a rather cozy looking room, a large canopy bed, covered with thin black sheets and pure white pillows. A small bookshelf sat in one corner, basically overflowing with books, with a fluffy chair next to it. Two identical lamps sat on either side of the bed, on top of two dainty little nightstands that looked like they'd crumble under the weight of the lamps any moment. The large window on the other side of the room was open, it's sheer white curtains wavering in the early morning breeze, moonlight illuminating the room. A fireplace crackled gently across from the reading setup, casting a small warm light over part of the room.
Dave poked out the fire, all the warmth in the room lingering for an instant, before escaping out the window. John took off his socks and slipped into bed, resting his head against the feathery cushion of the pillow. Dave did the same, only peeling off his shirt before lifting up the sheets to lay down.
John would have been jealous of Dave's body, he wasn't exactly 'full six pack abs' kind of guy, but something about the way the his body moved, something about that lean muscle struck a spark in him. Yeah, that was definately jealousy. His body didn't look like that. He turned his back to John, taking off his shades and closing his eyes right after, keeping turned away from his friend.
The blonde really didn't want anyone to see his eyes. John knew that self-image issues came in different forms, but this was almost ridiculous. He wouldn't judge, what was there to dislike? Dave was perfect, honestly, and he meant that in most friendly way possible. He was surprised to kid didn't have girls falling all over him. He was surprised that someone like Dave could want to be friends with someone like him. That was the biggest kicker.
He turned his back to Dave as well, feeling their backs brush against each other. The only thing that roused in him was concern. Wasn't he cold? Even through his shirt John felt the chill of the Strider's skin, and sat up a little. "Aren't you cold?" he whispered, sounding almost afraid his voice would break the delicate silence into loud, angry shards.
It took a while before a response came. "No." Dave said simply, burrowing deeper into the pillow. John was about to contradict him, but simply nodded hesitantly. "..And you're sure?"
"Yeah."
"...Alright."
And after that, John lay back down, closing his eyes, and burrowing his own self into the comfortable pillow. Maybe things would be less tense in the morning, for all he knew he only felt exhaustion, and that was what caused all these weird feelings. "Goodnight Dave." he said softly, not hearing an answer before he drifted off.