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"You know you don't have to call it a sleepover dude. We're not like, ten anymore." Dave shifted his weight on the couch.
"Haha, yeah, I guess you're right. I guess it's cause we never got to actually have a sleepover when we were kids like we always wanted to." John laughed, slipping the movie disc into the dvd player.
Dave watched John, sitting on his knees upon the rug. He could tell by the look on his face he was extremely excited for this movie night.
"Just the way you say it is, I don't know, sounding kinda gay dude." He adjusted his shades. Even in the dark, watching a movie with his trustworthy friend, Dave refused to take those damned things off.
"Well if watching Paul Blart Mall cop with my best bro at my house is gay, then I guess I'm super gay." John looked back at Dave and laughed.
"Okay, Gaylord McFaerie, what is this shitty movie even about." Dave crosses his arms, trying to brush off John's comment nonchalantly as he can, "I'm going to assume it's automatically shitty, cause, y'know, you fuckin jerk your chain to that shit. Jizzing your fucking slacks in excitement at the site of a bullshit goofy hero protagonist."
"This is the second gay comment you've made about me masterbaiting in the last hour, and you startle at the word 'sleepover'. I don't need to hear about your queer fantasies of me, which I'm sure you think about all day long." John teased. He grabbed the remote and sat back on the couch hard enough to send it slightly backwards. "And it's not shitty! Kevin James is an absolute master at the craft!"
"The craft." Dave repeated.
"Yeah! The craft of acting, or, something. That's probably a thing," John shouted back, starting up the movie. He didn't really mean to get as loud as he did there, but they both know just how passionate he is about these types of things.
Dave, continuing to look unimpressed as ever, rolled his eyes, not that anyone could really tell.
"Look, just give it a chance! I'm sure you'll love it just as much as I do, Maybe even more! It's really funny."
"John if this shit isn't funny, like knock my socks off, wet my awesome fucking jeans funny, I'm leaving and never coming back here again." Dave spoke, thought they obviously both knew that wasn't true, "Blocking your number and skipping town, that's how serious I am."
"Stop being such a baby, the movie's starting!"
John places down the remote on the armrest. They both turn towards the screen as the intro plays. In all honesty, Dave was nervous coming over here at first. He doesn't remember the last time he's been alone with John, like REALLY alone. It was already dark out, all the lights in the house off, the only source now being the tv movie intro.
John noticed just how oddly stressed his best buddy had been lately, so he decided to invite him over for the night to hang out, just some good ol' bro time together. Dave intended to tell John what he wanted to, what he had been stressing over, but he just couldn't. He was scared of causing any type of rift in their friendship permanently. He went through hundreds of possibly scenarios of what John could say. He could hear it now, 'Uh, sorry dude. I just don't think we can hang out like that anymore.'
He couldn't do it, but it continued to eat away at him. He wanted to push it down deep, lock it away and never speak of it again. At the same time, he wished to shout it from the rooftops, tell everyone so he could just get it over with,
That Dave Strider was gay.
He looked over at John and observed his excited face illuminated by the bright colors of the tv set. Beaming at this probably, no, definitely shitty movie, he thought. He swallowed, hard.
The thing was, it wasn't just him being gay that bothered him, it was his recent, 'discovery' of sorts that was eating away at him.
Dave watched John closely, taking in every detail he knew well. His wrinkled shirt, his oversized glasses, his cute nerdy overbite, the way he sat on the couch, fidgeting every couple of seconds to get comfortable, but Dave didn't mind that.
You're killing me, Egbert, he thought, staring at his big blue eyes accented by his long eyelashes.
He wished so badly to tell him everything he thought about him. He felt even more guilty thinking about the more positive outcomes of explaining to John his newly discovered homosexuality. He didn't want to think about his best friend like that at first, but he gradually got more desperate.
'Prove to me what you can do, Dave...' He imagined.
It got worse and worse as time went on. He swore he'd never do anything like touching himself to John's photos, but he still found himself needy and not being able to distract himself. It was only natural, he'd log onto different X-rated sites and search around for the cutest boys to take his mind off of John, but it always ended up coming back to remind him.
Boys with black hair, nerdy boys, boys with blue eyes with glasses, he couldn't help it, nothing else satisfied him, no matter how hard he tried to forget.
The first time he jerked off thinking about John, he felt a pit in his stomach, he couldn't look at himself during the shower he took afterwards, guilt washing over him. He didn't talk to John for a whole week after, even refusing to just see him in public. He came up with the excuse that he had a nasty cold and it put him out of commission, and luckily, John bought it. His best friend would never tell such a lie.
John probably wouldn't even want him, he thought, even if he was somehow interested in that direction. Dave was no handsome famous model on some big time magazine by any means, but he felt like he wasn't even good enough for the average guy. He'd think about his weight, the dark circles under his eyes, the scars on his body, and he cried. He tried not to look at himself in the mirror often without clothes, it'd mess him up for awhile when he did.
Did John know that Dave thought he was absolutely adorable? Of course, Dave would never dare use a word like that to describe any person, but he knew he thought highly of John in general.
Just then, a piece of dark hair fell onto John's face, which he swiftly pushed back into place so as to not block his vision.
Holy shit, Dave thought. There's no way he was feeling this hot and bothered just looking at John doing everyday things. He felt absolutely pathetic.
He'd wondered if John would like that.
He sometimes thought about how good John would look under him, all nervous and stuttering. He felt awful for thinking these overwhelmingly lewd thoughts, but he just couldn't stop himself.
John suddenly laughed at a scene on the tv, startling Dave out his deep thinking.
"See? That was funny!" John looked over at Dave, "Dave, are you even watching?"
He looked disappointed, it made Dave feel worse.
"Y. Yeah, I'm watching, man." He spoke with an increasingly drying mouth.
John smiled, "Okay, good, cause another funny part is coming up, I think."
He was just so endearing, in his own, nerdy little way. He sometimes annoyed Dave, but it was just a part of John he grew to really appreciate over the years.
He turned away from the screen and John altogether. He felt like the shittiest friend in the world right now.
"Okay, what's funny about this is it actually wasn't in the original script, but they threw it in last minute and-," John then noticed Dave's unusual expression, looking like he was about to throw up, "Oh, man, are you alright, Dave?"
He grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He reached out towards him for comfort, Dave flinched.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just feeling kind of sick right now."
"Aw no, do you need to go home? I can walk you back." John's tone grew sympathetic.
John was just simply like that, always caring for his friends and others. Dave couldn't take it anymore. His brain screamed no! He never wanted to leave John ever again!
"I dunno." He spoke.
John sat back, suddenly feeling pretty bad, like he was about to be sick himself, "Did... did I do something?" He asked.
"No! No." Dave cleared his throat to control his awkward tone shift, "It's just."
Here it comes. He worried if he could really do it. He felt like he was going to cry. He didn't know why this was so hard for him. It was just John, his best buddy!... right?
"There's uh, something I've been meaning to say, but I don't want us to like, not be friends anymore because it's kinda juts stupid." He spoke.
John tilted his head, confused, "Hey, man, nothing you say could make us stop being friends, I promise!" He placed his hand on Dave's shoulder, "Unless it turns out you were like, an alternate universe Jack Noir in disguise or something that took over the body of my best friend." He attempted to lighten the mood.
Best friend. Dave frowned, and so did John, growing more worried by the second.
"Listen, if there was a time when, no wait," Dave stumbled on his words, "You know how like, women,"
John now looked even more confused, not expecting this string of words, but he waited for Dave to finish.
Dave sighed, defeatedly, "Like how a man doesn't feel like. that." He tightly shut his eyes, feeling like a full-on cringe fest right now. The complete opposite of his cool guy persona.
"Oh, are you trying to tell me you don't like girls or something? Cause I already know that, dude." John laughed, "It's cool if you're gay or whatever, I don't mind."
Dave's eyes shot open. "What. Are you. Fully serious right now?"
John continued, "I mean, it was pretty obvious man." He shrugged, "Wait, oh man, did I just ruin your important coming out sequence? I'm so sorry. Ugh, I feel like such a tool right now."
"No, no, dude, it's not that." Dave rubbed his eyes with his palms under his sunglasses, completely over it by now. He was beyond embarrassed and upset, not at John, but at himself. At the world.
"I didn't know if you were gonna stop being my friend or something I guess, cause I'm like, gay or whatever." He spoke, saying the key word quieter than the rest of the sentence.
"Haha, what? Why would I do that?" John moved a little closer to Dave on the couch. Dave went stiff, "This isn't the 80s, dude."
They paused for a moment. John, trying not to let the conversation grow silent and weird, blurted out,
"I don't know if this is too invasive, but have you ever like, kissed a guy before or anything?" John looked with genuine curiosity in his eyes, moving in closer to Dave, yet also worrying if he was a little too direct. Can you ask gay people that? He wondered, a little nervous.
Dave started to sweat. "Uh, no, nothing like that. I haven't really uh, thought about it."
"I wonder what It'd be like. Kissing a guy, I mean," John began, not realizing just how close he was inching towards Dave, "Is it like, different from girls I wonder?"
"I don't really know man, cause, like I said, never kissed one before." Dave cleared his throat and looked away, nervously.
"Hey, wouldn't it be funny if you were like, gay for me like I joked about before, and then I was your first guy kiss?"
Dave felt his heart stop for a second.
"I guess that's kinda funny," Dave choked out from his tightened throat.
John sat back, finally giving Dave some breathing room, "If we kissed, we could tell people that we've both kissed a guy before, before I've even kissed a girl!"
Dave thought John was purposely trying to kill him specifically at this point. "I mean, if you want to try I guess I wouldn't be opposed or anything," Dave gritted his teeth, calling himself an absolute fucking idiot in his head again and again.
"Okay yeah, why not." John spoke without any hesitation, moving right back up close to Dave, closer than before, steadying himself on the armrest of the couch behind Dave.
Holy fucking shit, is this even real right now? Dave felt like exploding, his face heated up astronomically.
They waited for a moment, John staring a little too intently at Dave, whilst Dave tried his best to avoid his gaze, even through his dark glasses. He figured his should speak up to get this train moving, or something.
"Uh, okay John, here uh, here comes the Dave-inator, get ready, no, fuck, that's really dumb, uh-"
John then cuts Dave off by a sudden weak kiss upon his dry lips. It was a little awkward with John keeping his eyes open, and Dave being a little dehydrated, but they both didn't really care. He was so soft, Dave thought
John pulled back, "Haha, wow, I was probably pretty bad at that, huh." He laughed.
Dave clenched the cushions under him, face feeling hot, "John, can. can we do that again, possibly, I don't know."
John's face flushed, he didn't realize Dave would be so into this, he didn't realize HE'D be so into this either. A quick joke turning into something much steamier perhaps.
"I, yeah, yeah I wanna do that, yeah," John suddenly smashed his lips against Dave's, teeth slightly colliding as he did.
Wow, he is not a very good kisser, Dave thought, but he found the whole thing really hot, and John's silly awkwardness even more attractive for some reason he couldn't explain.
Dave hesitantly wrapped an arm around John, testing the waters, John leaned in closer, enjoying the contact, lips still on Dave's like he had been secretly craving this just as much as Dave had.
Dave could truly not believe this was happening. Paul Blart was paused on the screen next to them in all his glory, Dave bet if he were real and there right now, he'd give him a thumbs up, or something, he wasn't really watching the movie, actually.
John pulled back for air with a light, "D-Dave..." He spoke, a slight squeak in his voice.
Dave threw his hand into John's hair, this time initiating the next kiss. John, attempting to push past his teeth and shove his tongue into his mouth nervously, clearly unsure of what he was doing at all. They both were, to be fair, but they were definitely having fun.
Before he knew it, Dave's pants felt tighter than before, more tension building down below, he hoped John wouldn't notice and embarrass himself, freaking him out, but he just couldn't help it. A cute awkward guy over top of him, giving him all this attention? It was overwhelming. John's skin was so warm and delicate against him, contrasting the roughness of his tongue movements down his throat. Dave gently pushed John back, feeling he might gag.
"Dave is it okay if I take off my shirt?" It's just really hot in here." John asked with lided eyes.
"Y, Yeah man, do whatever." Dave had to look away from John's eyes again, just then.
John sat back onto Dave's lap and took off his shirt, tossing it to the side, "Can I... take yours off too?" He quietly asked with big desperate eyes.
"I, uh, yeah, yeah, I'd like that." Dave replied, John's thin saliva still coating his lips.
John grabbed the bottom of Dave's shirt, being careful to watch where he put his hands, and then carefully lifted it up and over his head. He stopped for a moment to take in an image of Dave in his mind, looking up, then trailing his perverted gaze downwards to his pants, finally noticing Dave's hard-on right infront of John's own crotch over Dave.
Dave scrambled, "Uh, sorry man, I couldn't control it, sorry, I can, uh,"
John placed his hand on Dave's shoulder for a moment, reassuring that he didn't have to move.
"I guess I must be super good at this!" John snickered, not taking his eyes off of Dave's clothed issue.
"Alright man, don't let your ego swell to much," Dave tried to not act as embarrassed as he was, freaking out in his head.
"W-what should I do next?" John looked back into Dave's eyes, ready to be guided. It was all kind of breaking Dave's brain.
Fuck, he felt like ripping off the rest of John's clothes and taking him in every way, on every spot in John's house if he'd let him, but he knew he had to be patient.
"Uh, shit, I, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, it's a big step for a guy like yourself who's never been with a dude, I didn't mean to make this your problem, but I mean, if you want to, uh,"
John cut Dave off again, "You're super nervous dude, you've got to relax a little!"
"Yeah, I should, sorry." Dave flushed, "You can, if you want, go ahead and,"
John placed his hands on Dave's pant's button, "Let me deal with this, I mean I've never done this with a guy, or at all, but I'd really like to try!"
Dave clenched his jaw at that. John was so eagar and so cute, he felt dirty for thinking of all the rough things he'd want to do to him.
"Yeah, okay, go ahead," Dave breathed in shakily.
John looked back down at Dave's pants, beginning to fumble with the button until he got it loose, then pulling the zipper down with ease. He brought Dave's pants down, but not all the way, just past his half hardened dick, hidden away in his underwear.
One thing he never mentioned to John, that he was always pretty embarrassed about, was his size. He was definitely a little below average, and accepted that he wouldn't be able to change that.
He realized he forgot to tell him this and startled, expecting John to be turned off at this,
"Hey, I forgot to mention something, it's about, well, my size."
"Hah, what about it? Can I see?" John asked with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
"I just wanna warn you, it's not all that." Dave tried to pretend like he didn't care, but inside was begging for this opportunity to not slip away and turn John off.
John grabbed the waistband to Dave's boxers and pulled them down slowly. Dave's dick sprang up at attention when released, cold air hitting him, causing Dave to shiver. He looked away, unable to make eye contact, awaiting John's harsh words.
"Aw dude, it's kinda cute." John admired, not yet touching.
He felt his dick twitch, John SAW his dick twitch, "Dude. You can't just say stuff like that,"
John, realizing what he said, started frantically apologizing, "Sorry! I didn't mean to be condescending or anything! I just mean you should be embarrassed or anything cause I like it!"
"Fuck, John, that's so fucking gay," Dave held back the neediness in his voice, he wasn't going to let go of his dignity quite yet.
"Agh, sorry! I don't really know what to say here, can I just keep going so this isn't weird?" John placed his hands on Dave's thighs.
"Yeah, yeah, keep going, please."
John hovered his right hand over Dave for a moment before delicately placing it around. He glided his hand up and down with a feathery touch. Dave breathed in, harshly.
"Jesus, John, you act like this is your first time touching a penis before, what is this?"
"Agh don't say it like that!" John grasped him tighter.
"Fuck dude!" Dave gasped, "Warn me next time."
John began to move his hand up and down at a reasonable pace and fair grasp. "Hah, sorry, dude, that was an accident."
Dave groaned at the movement, John's hands were just so soft and careful, his eyes focused on just this one thing now. He moved as if he was afraid Dave would break.
The movements were shorter than most due to Dave's size, but John didn't mind, he just couldn't believe he was doing this. He meant it too, that he found Dave attractive.
John began to speed up a little hearing Dave's noises, he placed his hand on Dave's chest and whined, starting to get hard himself. Dave thrusted lightly into John's hand hearing his little noises.
"This is so fucking hot, gay or not, probably even better than with a girl!" John exclaimed.
"John, just shut the fuck up" Dave fought back a moan.
John then slowed his movements for a moment, "Hey, Dave? I've never done anything like this before, but uh, was wondering if I could try sucking you off? Just to see how it feels!"
Dave felt his heart skip a beat. John was being so direct, it had him practically squirming. Every fantasy came flooding into his mind, thinking about all those pornos of all the nerdy boys passionately choking on the dominant partner's dick. Dave wanted to cum just thinking about it.
Of course, Dave couldn't go without a little teasing to keep his composure a little longer.
"God damn John, you're really bringing the whole package here, porno video type of pacing going on.
"Do you want me to blow you or not, man?" John stood up, beginning to make his way below Dave, but waiting for the final queue.
"Fuck yes I want that, are you goddamn shitting me right now," Dave shifted, pulling off his scrunched up jeans and boxers, positioning himself near John, who was just starting to kneel down.
He looked so fucking perfect like this, Dave thought. It was an absolute dream. A far away part in his mind wanted to absolutely ruin him, but he would never hurt John, unless of course, he asked.
John wore a dumb little smile on his face with his front teeth sticking out somewhat. He fixed his square glasses and began to crawl closer towards Dave, not intending to be seductive, but still made Dave's dick painfully hard at the site.
"John, I don't say shit like this to anyone, but I'm so goddamn turned on right now." Dave spread his legs slightly as John approached.
"Yeah, me too," he pressed his own legs together to hide his visibly growing boner. Dave felt like he was in some crazy wet dream right now. Like he invited the cute pizza delivery boy in for an alternative payment in some shitty porn movie.
He watched John as he ran his hands on Dave's now bare thighs. His legs were covered with thin, light blond hair, which John admired for a moment before continuing. He grabbed Dave's dick, almost a little too excitedly, starting to leaning in. He gave an experiment squeeze before placing a gentle kiss upon the tip.
"John- Fuck-" Dave bit his lip, "That's good, yeah, that's real mm- good."
John smirked and parted his mouth, giving Dave small licks on the tip, darting his eye from it back up to Dave to meet his gaze.
"God, don't look at me like that, man." Dave groaned, "You don't know what it does to me."
A small part in the back of Dave's mind wondered what would even happen after this? Would they never talk about it again and move on with their lives? Or something more? Unfortunately, Dave could barely think straight at the moment to figure it out.
Suddenly, John moved his head halfway down Dave's throbbing dick, dragging his warm tongue along the bottom of it on the way back up. Dave held back a dangerous moan, still trying to give off the 'cool guy effect' of sorts.
"I thought you never did this shit before, dude- jesus." He bit his lower lip, threatening to draw blood.
"I haven't, I swear!" John shouted, seemingly almost more proud than offended. He wanted nothing more than to make his best friend feel good, even if before, he didn't expect it to end up like this.
"Can you just. Please keep going?" Dave muttered, glasses slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Without another word, John lowers his head once more and places his lips on Dave's tip, gently sucking.
"Ffffuuuuccckkkk, John, god!" Dave cried. Clearly neither of them realized just how sensitive he'd be here.
John, holding back a small laugh, dips his mouth lower, fully enclosing Dave around it. All Dave could think about what how hot he was. In looks, and body temperature. This was way better than any jerk-off session he had, by far, he thought.
Dave squirms, wanting more from John, but he wasn't sure how to ask. Faster? Harder? He wasn't certain. He reaches his hand over onto the side of John's head, entangling his fingers in his soft, dark locks. John looks up at him with lidded eyes and seems to get the message to get going and immediately starts bobbing his head at an agonizingly slow pace, up and down, up and down, sucking with his wet tongue pressed up against it on the way back up each time, and each time, Dave fights back the urge to thrust up into John's perfect mouth.
His breathing speeds up, struggling to stay still, listening to John's lewd sounds and small moans was all too much for him, finally pushing him to his limit. He throws his other hand onto John's head and pulls him down onto him all the way, right to the base of his dick. John moans and digs his nails into Dave's thighs out of shock, sending vibrations throughout Dave, amplifying his pleasure by tenfold. His nose was pressed up against Dave's body hair. He was musky and rough; he didn't expect it from Dave, but John liked it so much. No, he loved it. Even with Dave's length, John was still choking on what he considered his perfect dick.
Tears pool at the edges of John's eyes as Dave's dick twitches, hitting the back of his sweet throat. He tries desperately not to gag, clawing at Dave's skin to let him know he needs to come up for air soon. Dave promptly lets him go, pulling him off. John gasps for air as saliva drips down his chin, tears finally falling. His glasses are askew, hair a mess, he's never looked sexier to Dave than right in that moment. He wishes he could take a picture. He'd simply have to treasure it in his mind forever.
"You okay, bud?" He asks, barely able to get the words out.
"Y-yeah," John responds, "It was so fucking hot."
"Good." Dave replies, swifty pulling John back down onto him, fucking himself into his mouth over and over, John's teeth lightly scraping the top of his dick unintentionally. John loudly whimpers with each movement like an exaggerated pornstar, but for real. He thrusts and pulls John up and down continually, practically using him as his own little sex doll. All for him. And John wouldn't mind.
John's provocative whines with each shove into Dave turned him on too much, he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. John couldn't wait for Dave to release, his own dick throbbing at the thought of Dave using him like that.
"I'm gonna, I-" He couldn't even get the words out. He pulled John in hard, one last time before spilling his searing cum down his tight throat with a loud moan. He lets John go and he pushes off of him, though a little too quick as one last rope of liquid releases onto John face, dripping down his glasses and coating part of his hair.
The both stop to catch their breath for a few moments, waiting for the other to speak. Dave fixes his shades and sits up, he stares down at John who's covered in his cum and drool. Panting heavily with now exhausted eyes, his nails are digging into the carpet below. He looks down a bit more and notices John had simultaneously came in his own pants, now visibly wet. John's face was hot and red, embarrassed at his position yet heavily aroused at being used by his own best friend for both their first times.
Dave zips himself back up, "I hope I wasn't too rough for you man, let's uh, get you cleaned up," feeling his own embarrassment now. He had just fucked his best friend of many years on his couch in the dark, his friend who he didn't even know would be into this stuff in any universe.
"No, I, I like it. I like... you, Dave..." John sputters, wiping his face with his sleeve.