29. Double Date

Summary: double date turned double gay. Diversity win.

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I lied about studying, DAVESPORT UPON YE💥💥💥

Thank you to everyone who helped contribute to this idea while I was drunk as shit, especially Julius for a considerable amount of FILTH in here<3

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Dave had managed to get a woman by his side. Miraculously, given his state of borderline decay and inept social skill. The more he learnt about Dave, though, the more he realised he was just as much of a charmer as he was a weirdo. His strange comments sometimes left him speechless, wondering what exactly his intention was when he gave a quick wink. Alcohol only enhanced this, made his chatter quicker and his words smoother, but that might've just been the effect of Jack's own body filling with poison. Regardless, Jack was still hesitant around the man he'd grown strangely accustomed to those past two weeks, maybe because he couldn't get a read on him.

Dave always seemed to be by his side too, glued to him like he was awaiting to be ordered differently. It was a miracle that he eventually found himself alone in a Vegas club, leaning against the bar with a searching eye. Not far from him stood a lone woman, an empty glass in her hand and a similar look; like she was once with a friend. In her own fossick her gaze met Jack's, giving him a wave and a smile. He returned the gesture, holding out a hand with two outstretched fingers to the bartender. Presented with two glasses, he slid over to the stranger, holding one out for her to take.

"What'sa beauty like yourself doin' all alone-?"

He asked, hardly as smooth as he thought he was. There was a hint of Dave's accent on his words, he didn't stop to consider that he was already rubbing off on him. She didn't seem to mind though, her face tainted with the slightest hint of a blush as she took a swig from the glass Jack'd given her. From the way she didn't wince at the sharp taste, Jack drew the conclusion that she must've been equally as drunk. He'd found that was usually the time where people wouldn't be bothered by undead state.

"My friend- She's gone off with some weirdo looking guy!"

She had a laugh to her tone, showing no malice to her words despite the contents of them. With a giggle she doubled down, like what she'd said was exceptionally funny, moving a little closer to Jack in the process. Her laugh was contagious and Jack couldn't help but follow along, mindlessly snickering as he planted a hand on her shoulder. She came back up, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she calmed her breath.

"Oh, lemme guess, tall and purple with a funny accent?"

Jack suggested once her eyes were back on him. Sure, there were many weirdos, but Dave was undoubtedly the strangest looking of them all. From the shocked look in her eyes, he could see he was right in his suggestion. With her jaw slacked, she gave him a playful punch in the shoulder as she spoke:

"No way-! How'd you know?!"

"We're in the same boat, that's my weirdo lookin' friend!"

The both of them emerged in a fit of giggles at the ridiculousness of the situation, clinging to each other as a result of their increasingly poorer balance. There was a weird sense of kindredship between the two of them, like the attachments to their friends somehow connected them through something unspoken. Once calmed, both stared off into the distance in search of the other pair rather than towards each other. It was Jack who broke the silence with a formality:

"What's your name?"

"You can call me April..."

Her eyes were on him again, half lidded and with an enticing look that immediately stripped Jack from his better ability to think. He mumbled out the most unsexy response in pure dumbed down bliss:

"Like the month-?"

April seemed to find his outspoken curiosity endearing, bringing a hand to her face to shield her mouth from the quiet laugh she huffed. She nodded, running that same hand through her hair before asking:

"What's yours, then?"

"Old sport-!"

He wasn't given time to respond as an arm was flung around his shoulder, and a familiar accent spoke from besides his ear. April seemed delighted upon seeing her friend appear besides Dave, pulling her in for a quick hug before rearranging their positions so the four of them were standing in a circle. Dave seemed to only have eyes for him, using him to stabilize himself, and Jack couldn't help but return the look.

"I see you've met my girl Sara-!"

April spoke, redirecting her attention to Dave as she gently rested her arm over Sara's shoulders. Upon hearing her voice, Jack tore his eyes from Dave's to look at them. For a moment he saw themselves in the two women; clung together in a manner that could hardly be conceived as mere friendship, smiling at each other as if the contact alone brightened their day. It did for him too; Dave was clingy and despite the fact that Jack had to get used to it, he took to the touches and glances.

"An' I see ya've met my sportsy here! I'm Dave-!"

Dave squeezed his shoulder, nudged him just a little closer; one of the many ways in which Jack had noticed he got increasingly more comfortable. He sometimes suspected Dave was testing the waters with his limits; wrapping an arm around his waist when they stumbled into bed, lingering before him just a little longer than needed whenever he had to come closer to Jack's face to be audible over the music. Still, he was plagued with uncertainty, and waited on Dave to give him a better indication before he even considered making a move himself. He'd met this guy hardly two weeks ago after all, and their little escapade of crime didn't leave space for anything akin to normality.

"Oh, so you're his old sport-? Been told many things 'bout you already!"

Sara joked, directing her attention to Jack while Dave shook April's hand. He didn't know whether he was flustered at the gorgeous women in front of him, the implication that Dave had already talked about him despite having met Sara less than an hour ago, or the possessive undertone in the phrase his old sport. He concluded it must've been a combination of those three, removing his arm from around Dave's slender waist (when it had ended up there, he had not a single notion) to shake Sara's outstretched hand.

"Only good things, I hope-?"

"You don't know the half o' it-"

She replied with a playful grin, giving a lighthearted laugh with her words. It only succeeded in making Jack all the more curious about what exactly Dave had let on, wondering if it was something he hadn't been told yet. With formalities out the way and their names exchanged (Jack was satisfied being addressed as old sport, he had no real attachment to the fake name he had adopted this time around) Dave made a proposal:

"Say, why dun' we get ourselves a booth? What d'ya say sports-?"

Both Sara and April were quick to nod and agree, and Jack followed once he met Dave's eyes. If it weren't for Dave's absurd height, their faces would've nearly touched from how close they were standing. Jack couldn't deny that he liked the way Dave towered over him, used to being the tallest in the room with his own, slightly above average, height. He shook his head at the thought of their difference in size, didn't want to stop to consider what being so fixated on it meant for him.

Surely enough, Dave had already spotted a booth for the four of them, and so they migrated there. It was near the back, away from the standing masses and quiet enough to have proper conversation. Two bright red benches made of fake leather stood across from each other, a small table between them. April took the initiative in sliding into the first one of them, sitting against the wall which stood on the other end of the two benches. Before either of them could ponder on where they'd sit, Sara had taken place beside April.

Jack assumed it was only natural for him to sit across April, given their current pairings, and slid onto the other booth. Dave took place beside him, and Jack noted how the benches really weren't that big, cramped up against the wall to make enough space for the both of them. Dave's eyes were already on Sara, arms crossed on the table, his legs spread underneath the table. Their thighs were already pressed together, but now Dave's knee was nudging against his as well; constant contact. Jack pondered on it for a moment; women never sat with their legs open, always crossed or closed, like they were keeping room for Jack to spread his. Curious, he considered that he liked it more when his date dared to take up space, matching him in doing so.

"So, what do you two do for a living...?"

Jack wasn't left to linger on it long - which was probably for the better - as April spoke up. She propped an elbow up on the table and rested her head in her hand, the other hand moving to brush her fingertips over Jack's knuckles with a featherlight touch. Dave had always outright grabbed his hand, pinned it and demanded compliance on days where he was particularly playful. Jack couldn't tell which he liked more, and was given no time to as the man in question blurted out quite the response:

"Oh, we're wanted criminals! We do what'evah we like an' more..."

Dave tried to put on some sort of mysterious tone but fumbled horribly as his accent gave it more of a comedic effect, Jack found it just adorable enough to take note of it. April saw the fun in it, gave a sarcastic snort that showed she either didn't believe him or was too far gone to care about the implications of that sentiment. Sara, however, seemed to shrink in a dawning terror. Jack was the first to notice and took it upon him to reassure her:

"He's just fuckin' with you, we're just here to have fun-"

He said, in as stable of a voice as he could manage. The gesture alerted April, who now also directed her attention to Sara. Jack's words only seemed to do so much, but when April gently pulled her against her side with an arm over her shoulders, she returned entirely back to normal.

"Don't you worry! if that bastard's planning to do anything; he has to go through me first-!"

Ariel declared, raising her chin high and putting on a brave face that quickly cracked under the laughter that reverberated around the four of them. When the table quieted down she didn't remove her arm from Sara's shoulders, and the two only seemed to lean more into each other. With Sara's attention diverted, Dave too leaned back and very subtly stretched his arms out above him just to have one land around Jack's shoulders. He didn't brush it off, told himself it was more comfortable to sit this way given the cramped space as he leaned into his side.

"What about you two?"

Jack asked, intending to start up the conversation again. In the few seconds in which Sara cleared her throat, Jack considered that leaning against Dave felt different than leaning against April like he had moments earlier. Despite both of them having a lean frame, Dave's build was much sharper, rougher around the edges, whereas April was softer and curved. He'd never quite noticed how men and women were so different, but now he couldn't help and discover the littlest things.

"I'm a lawyer, so you better watch your mouth 'bout those crimes o' yours!"

Sara proclaimed, with a hint of pride in her voice. She wagged her finger at the two of them, a feigned accusatory look on her face as she did. Jack considered the reaction he thought to be fearful at first came from a place of legal obligation instead, but before he could beat himself up over his stupidity, Sara was speaking again:

"And she's looking for a job as o' now, so she's living with me until then."

"Oh yeah, she's a real life savior-! Wouldn't give you up for the world..."

April added, speaking towards Sara near the end with a drunken, lovesick, gaze. Jack couldn't fully put a name on it, but it was almost like he felt jealous; not only were they close when going out, they could be that way everyday. He wondered what it'd be like to live with Dave, in an apartment instead of a cheap motel, felt dubious that it was even plausible. If he had looked to his side, he'd see Dave staring at him with that same lovesick glare behind his otherwise lifeless eyes. Once he finally turned to Dave upon hearing him scrape his throat, his eyes were already ahead of him again.

"Wouldn't it be easier for the two o' ya' to get together then, instead of, ya'know; roamin' Vegas clubs fer' a date?"

"Dave!"

Jack hit him in the side upon hearing that horrifically direct question, with just a little too much force to be playful. Dave shrugged at him as if what he had said was entirely acceptable, it seemed Jack was the only one with some remaining decency between them. Then again, Jack considered that maybe; he had simply blurted what was already on his mind for a while now. He'd noticed how Dave was getting increasingly more affectionate the longer they were in Vegas, amplified by the arm that was still resting along his shoulders, keeping him close. If the women across from them already looked in love to him, then he couldn't even begin to imagine what he and Dave looked like to them.

"Could say the same for you two, look at you-!"

It seemed Jack wasn't the only one with such thoughts, as April spoke up and gestured to the both of them. He couldn't blame her, the way Dave sometimes looked at him would hardly suggest anything other than pure adoration. He hated that even the thought of that look made him flustered, lowering his eyes to the table. It was odd to be granted such unbridled interest when you'd convinced yourself of your own repulsive nature, Jack told himself that was all it was; something so foreign it became interesting. Just when Jack thought he couldn't get any more embarrassed, Sara added with a tone so casual it sounded like a genuine observation:

"Oh yeah, you bunch are sitting like you've just gone down on each other."

"Touché! But seriously, have ya' considered it? Kissin' the homies nevah' hurt a friendship!"

For just a moment, Jack was too occupied with how unbothered Dave seemed by them being perceived as a couple to fully register his words. Two weeks in which they had gravitated towards each other, became an integral part of each other's lives to the point where Jack always referred to them as partners in crime internally. If all those little gestures, those sweet words he whispered in the dead of night, really meant nothing then surely; he would've denied the accusation? It was the snickering of April and Sara which drew him from those thoughts, pinching his nose in simultaneous embarrassment and annoyance.

"Seriously Dave? If you wanna see them kiss you should jus' say so-"

Jack huffed, averting the three pairs of eyes on him. His annoyance was near entirely caused by the fact he couldn't get a read on Dave. Was he sending him his equivalent of signals, or was he simply comfortable within their friendship; Jack couldn't tell anymore. If he was given just the littlest indication, a confirmation that there was something mutual; then he could work from there.

"Your manners alone are enough to make you two criminals, did you mothe-"

"If you're so eager to see us kiss, then why don't you go first!"

April interrupted Sara's sarcastic voice with a suspiciously eager tone. Jack felt dubious she wanted to see him and Dave kiss - she had more eyes for Sara anyway - and considered she was just as eager to figure out their dynamic as he was. They were awfully similar, April's arm resting on Sara's shoulders mirrored Dave's, and they all seemed to have more eye for the one beside them than each other. A silence fell among the table, and Jack already knew Dave would be looking at him when he turned to meet his gaze.

"What d'ya say sportsy-?"

Asked Dave, his voice low and husky as his grin only widened. Jack tried to recall when he had begun to feel so grossly attracted to that look, but was quickly drawn from his thoughts when Dave's hand moved to hold his jawline. It was a little strange; he was accustomed to being the one making that move, but he couldn't say he was opposed to the prospect of it. If this wasn't the indication he'd been waiting for, then he didn't know anymore. His hand found the collar of Dave's shirt, fisting the fabric as he moved towards him.

"Come here already, you purple fu-"

He wasn't given an opportunity to finish his sentence as Dave clashed his lips directly onto his open mouth, stripping the words from him in a swift movement that sent him reeling back against the wall on his end of the bench. An utterly pathetic noise escaped him at the impact, surprised at the way Dave immediately took a leading role, before he recovered and returned the press of his tongue with resilience. His free hand found Dave's jaw, seizing it only to lick deeper inside his mouth.

It was only when his fingers brushed the stubble along Dave's jaw that he really took note of all the little things that were different. His face was rough with traces of the same stubble that was beneath his fingers, rubbing against him as they moved rapidly between closing their mouths just to feel the thrill of another person's heat when they parted their lips again, swirling the other's mouth. Much like the rest of him, his jawline was sharper beneath his palm, holding it was somehow different than holding a woman's jaw.

And that wasn't even to mention the way he moved, everything about it was sloppy in the best way possible. Dave kissed with intent, responding to Jack's attempt to assume leadership with the same passion, constantly switching between who was in control. On one hand Jack loved the moments where he faltered; powerlessly pressed up against the wall behind him, allowing himself to be kissed without resistance. Yet at the same time he adored feeling Dave crumble beneath him, melt into his hand like it was the last thing that prevented him from collapsing at Jack's demand. Sometimes one of them would retreat, just to see the other follow directly after; leading each other on to see what exactly they would do in response.

When they parted they didn't even bother to tear their gazes from each other, eyes locked as they breathed heavy pants, sharing the air between them. Some of Jack's makeup had smudged on Dave's face, the idea that he left a trace was enough to work him up all over again. And then Dave's hand, the one that wasn't still glued to his jaw, was all over him. Tracing his side, fingers catching on the fabric of his shirt, squeezing his flesh with rough and hurried movements. Dave was eyeing him, he could see how he was practically internally undressing him from the way his pupils shot in every possible direction. Jack recognised the manner in which Dave would treat women in the way he shamelessly examined his body with that slender purple hand, breath hitching at the prospect.

Jack often wondered what it'd be like to be handled as a woman, to have hungry hands rake down his chest, hastily unbuckle his belt and slip a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. Yet at the same time he knew he wouldn't actually want to be a woman; he wanted an experience from man to man, one where he'd have to fight for his place. A fight he didn't want to win at all, but one he had to have regardless. Stubble scraping against his neck while being pushed to the bed, force behind slender fingers that demanded submission. He wouldn't give it to Dave, he'd have to earn it in a play of push and pull, an instinctual display of survival of the fittest. Roles didn't exist, no woman to take the given of the two, only their dynamic would prevail.

Dave's hand was tracing his spine when his fingertips dipped below the waistband of his jeans, presenting Jack with a devious smile before moving to press his lips just below his jaw. A quick open mouthed kiss to skin which felt like it was on fire, directly followed by another before Dave latched on, sucking a mark into his flesh. Surely, if he was merely trying to prove a point; he wouldn't have gone this far? If Jack had any doubt in that regard, it all ebbed away when he felt Dave's hand run over his boxers towards his rear, outright squeezing. He could hardly believe he was into being manhandled like this, giving a fruitless roll of his hips in response and wringing out a needy whine.

"Woah, woah! Keep that behind closed doors-!"

April was the one to, rightfully, pierce through their bliss with giddy words. Dave reacted before Jack could even comprehend what she said, his hands abandoning Jack's body as he sat back in place. Jack just blinked away his confusion, sulking back against Dave when he tossed his arm over his shoulders again. He wiped his face clean of foundation, and Jack noted how there were traces of him all over Dave; on his mouth, his cheeks, his palms and even his shirt. God, he wanted to paint him in it.

"Point proven, m'ladies?"

Dave proudly proclaimed, shooting the two across them a finger gun. Jack winced a little at the insinuation that Dave merely did all that to prove a point, especially considering that it meant much more to him than that.

"You sure 'bout that? You looked pretty into it..."

Sara added, crossing her arms with a clever smirk. It seemed Jack wasn't the only one who thought Dave was suspiciously eager to continue their escapade, not to mention his hand and the places it traveled to.

"What can I say? Old sport's a handsome guy!"

If Jack was given any more mixed signals he would've just about started considering fucking this man himself to see where that would lead them, and knowing Dave; that was absolutely nowhere.

"Right, I guess that means we- Uhm..."

Where April had previously been the more daring and outspoken of the two, her sentence now dissolved into an inaudible mumble. She retreated her arm from Sara's shoulders in favour of toying with a strand of her hair, pulling a curl straight before letting it bounce back into place. It was obvious that she was only half aware of the nervous gesture, her face suddenly bright red in color.

"Hey, only if you want..."

Sara reassured her with a calm tone, akin to the one she had for the majority of the evening. She seemed to pick up on April's nervous gesture, taking the strand of hair she was currently toying with to pry it from her fingers and tuck it behind her ear. A bashful smile appeared on April's face at the gesture, lowering her eyes to the minimal space between them. Jack found it interesting to see how they gravitated towards each other, a stark contrast to the way he and Dave had opted to clash together near immediately.

"I wouldn't mind, I don't think..."

Her voice was so hushed it was almost inaudible, opting to play with the seam of Sara's top instead of her hair. Her eyes were drifting back up, lingering briefly halfway their journey, before the two were staring directly at each other. It was near adorable to witness; Sara brushing her fingers over April's jaw with featherlight touches, only to carefully rest it on the back of her neck. They were so close now that Jack was certain they had to feel each other's breath trace along their skin, lips nearly brushing when Sara asked:

"Is it okay?"

April nodded, eagerly, before placing a hand on Sara's shoulder and pulling her in. It looked so awfully gentle; a quick close mouthed kiss, like they weren't used to touching someone. Jack considered that might've just been it: he and Dave were accustomed to initiating, while they were the one being caressed most of the time. They mirrored yet contrasted them, Jack could see the mutual want in their eyes as they retreated minimally, yet witnessed how gentle they were in comparison. Testing the waters, seeing what the other wanted before diving back in; checking what was comfortable. They only had to nod to establish that they both wanted more, a longer lasting kiss following.

Even despite their onlookers and initial hesitation, they slowly got more daring. Sara seemed to take the lead, moving her free hand to April's waist to give a gentle tug, squeezing upon feeling the way she outright arched into it. What were once quick and explorative kisses dissolved into parted lips, April taking initiative in slipping the first little bit of tongue, hesitantly retreating to see if Sara would still return after the gesture. She did, meeting April's open mouth with her own, pulling her in rather than pushing into her. She was in no way as invasive as Dave was, yet Jack thought of the rough treatment as far more enticing.

This kiss was deeper, lasted longer and had them closing and reopening her mouth several times, drawn back by that thrill Jack knew all too well. They looked so lost in each other, eyelashes fluttering like they were scared to miss even the littlest glance, yet unable to resist the prospect of closing their eyes and enjoying the contact to its fullest. April's hands reached for Sara's jaw, framing her face like it was painting she'd never get tired off; drawing her back in. When they did retreat, both were giddy with all kinds of excitement.

"Maybe they're right-"

Sara whispered, tucking several strands of hair which had fallen in front of April's face back behind her ears. All the touches still seemed so light, brief contact as if the other was somehow fragile; mutual respect rather than an urge to take the lead. Another little difference Jack noted, curious. April downcast her eyes briefly, unable to resist letting them linger long as she stole a quick kiss from Sara's open mouth.

"About getting together or kissing not ruining a friendship-?"

April spoke with a nervous laugh to the end of her sentence, not retreating far as she ran a hand through Sara's hair, letting long strands trace through the pads of her fingers like even the very structure of her hair was utterly fascinating. Jack almost felt like an intruder watching, and noticed that Dave was also looking at him rather than the two women, though that might've just been for different reasons.

"Dunno... Care to find out?"

Sara had nearly the same undertone in her voice, though the nervousness came from a place of unfamiliarity instead. Both of them had a bright smile on their face as they reconnected, not before breathing out a loaded giggle. Even when they seemed to get more comfortable they were still gentle, like it wasn't just confined to inexperience but their nature instead. Curious, Jack observed the way they seemed to follow the other rather than push them, occasionally interrupting deep kisses to part and laugh together, asking brief questions to confirm they were on the same page. All he and Dave did went uncommunicated, even before the kiss they'd just shared.

He almost preferred to have it that way. His whole life had been a journey of fighting for his place, it was almost unentertaining to have it otherwise. A leading role, whether man or woman, didn't feel deserved if he hadn't done anything to prove himself worthy. No matter if he lost or won the fight, they still stood equal; could continue all the same any time of day, another opportunity to prove their place. He'd never find that in women, considered what he had just experienced with Dave easily had his preference.

And maybe it was just that; two pairs desperately looking for an opportunity to explore something that was otherwise deemed outside of the norm. All four of them had jumped once they got the chance, executing what could easily have been played off a joke if needed. Once they'd had a taste, they didn't want to go back; Jack could see it in the way April and Sara only had eyes for each other, feeling it in the way Dave's gaze hadn't left him despite the visual in front of them. So different in the way they behaved yet so similar in the way they longed for a dynamic with someone of the same sex, it was exactly that difference which made them similar.

Jack recalled that odd kindredship he'd felt with April once they bonded over their friend having abandoned them earlier that night, concluding it came from a place of longing for those exact friends. Longing felt like the correct word; love was cheesy and didn't embody that urge to press up against an equal force just to feel the notion of a battle. He tore his eyes from the two women, who were tangled in a mess of limbs and strands of hair by now, and looked up towards Dave. There was a silent yet mutual understanding that the pairings of the night were going in a different and unexpected, but not unwelcome, direction.

"Ya' kiss like a girl sportsy."

They'd silent locked eyes a little too long, and in typical Dave fashion; he couldn't let a moment go untouched. His tone was teasing, much like the grin on his face, but low enough not to disturb the two across from them. Jack considered he'd just said that to take this piss out of him, but couldn't help and take the bait regardless:

"What the fuck's that s'possed to mean?"

Dave just shrugged at him, with that everlasting and overly confident grin plastered on his face. Jack began to think there was more behind it, just like there was more behind all the quick glances and touches they'd shared this trip. Something repressed, desperately clawing its way out through jokes and suggestions turned reality. While he wouldn't entirely put it past Dave, there was no way he was egging him on without reason at this point. He found himself increasingly more entertained by their unspoken game of push and pull.

"You know I don't Davey."

It was his turn to pull, to drag a response from Dave that would prompt him to push back. Pulling him ever so close by the collar of his shirt, fist balled so tight it nearly looked like they were about to get in a physical altercation; then again, maybe they were. And push he did, he moved a hand to Jack's waist and had him rilled up against the wall again in an instant. Having gotten the reaction he wanted, he released Dave's shirt in favor of running a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp before giving a tug on the strands.

"I think I'm in'a fair place to judge, old sport-"

Dave tried very hard to cover the whine that emerged upon having his hair pulled, but Jack noticed just about anything with how close they were. As if to mirror him, Dave dug his nails into his waist, sharp pinpricks of pain making him jolt in place. Dave's nails were sharp, vaguely reminiscent of claws, and he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to have them trace every inch of his skin. God, he hoped he could find out; who knows what the night would bring him.

"-Unless ya' wanna prove me otha'wise..."

His hands were tracing Jack's sides again, grip harsh and firm like he hadn't known otherwise; just how Jack figured he liked. What was once a pull on his hair became a push to urge them closer, what better way to wipe that smirk from Dave's face than to embrace it with his lips. Immediately that same fight returned, filling Jack with the thrill he hadn't found in women, making him work for it. This time Dave didn't give way easily though, ensuring he stayed sealed against the wall as he moved a hand to pin Jack's wrist.

He could still taste a faint hint of alcohol on Dave's tongue, that horribly intoxicating infiltration that had him hooked from the moment he first experienced it. He couldn't get enough of feeling Dave press into his mouth, their movements a perfect mirror; every tug on hair met with a squeeze into flesh. With the way he just kept pushing further it almost seemed like he was trying to prove a point, though Jack didn't protest; the way his tongue felt as it raked along his teeth was enough of a reason not to.

And then, upon meeting again after sucking in a heavy breath, Dave was trying to see how far Jack would let him go. He just kept pushing his tongue further, past Jack's own, so impossibly close it was almost as if they were one. Trying to see if he could make Jack gag, if that'd prompt him to push back again; testing whether or not he had given up the fight entirely or was simply enjoying letting Dave win. As much as he took kindly to having someone take the lead over him, he'd be a fool if he let Dave win and jostled until he had Dave nearly falling off the other end of the bench with how much effort he was putting into it.

His teeth found Dave's bottom lip, biting down on the sensitive flesh with just enough force to send a shock through his body without actually hurting him. He looked so utterly lovesick, eyes half lidded and fixed between them as if the small act of shifting control was enough to make him crumble. Maybe it was, Jack would love nothing more than to find out; putting just the littlest additional pressure on his bite before letting go of Dave's lip. His hand remained tangled in Dave's hair, tugging on it until he reeled his head back. Just as he was about to press a kiss - or some equivalent that included more teeth than needed - to his neck, Sara's voice interrupted:

"Hey, uh- If you don't mind, we're going home."

In the furious battle between their mouths and tongues, they'd failed to register the women who'd been trying to get a word in. They looked disheveled; lipsticks smudged with both their clothes and hair a mess. They looked like they'd been enjoying themselves, Jack noted as he released his hands from Dave.

"Yeah, no- We should probably get goin' too-"

Jack mumbled in response, trying to ignore the way Dave still only had eyes for him as he nodded along. Despite blushing furiously, April had regained her earlier composure and spoke with a confident tone:

"I think we all learnt something about ourselves tonight!"

Before Jack could even agree, the two had stood up from their bench and were waving them goodbye. He watched as they slowly disappeared into the mass of people, arm in arm and exclusively with eyes for the other. That same look which Dave had as he moved to face him, though there was a little hint of eagerness behind his eyes.

"Y'wanna head back too-?"

"Damn fuckin' right I do sportsy!"

He hadn't expected much else for a response, Dave practically dragged him out of that booth once he asked. The evening was already full of revelations, he could only begin to imagine what the night would bring. Images of pale violet skin against his own, contrast between limbs intertwined and hands held, shaky breaths from either of them; the darkness provided adventure.

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And then they had violent gay hoinkyploinky all night

Sorry they've been furiously making out a lot lately, I'll hopefully get back to angst once I'm done fucking up all my exams and assignments. Thinking maybe Davetrap and/or Legacy ?