6. *GAY* FUN

RIP King Magnum 2024 may you be remembered for the bear icon you were

OKay in my defense I made them kiss ONCE in the past FIVE oneshots which says alot about me because I used to write constant vile smut abt these turds (AKA: I had problems)- So let me have this. ...ples....

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Summary: What happens if you don't say no homo, spoiler; they kiss. No smut included but let's just say.... Things get freaky.... (Don't take me too seriously it's midnight)

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Aside from neon lights blaring through the flimsy curtains, the room was barely illuminated. The night had been filled with drinks, drugs and a decent amount of hookers, as was typical to a spending in Vegas. It was relieving to get away from agitated phone-headed bosses and toddlers; drowning yourself in substances was perhaps the easiest way to forget that you'd eventually have to return, Jack thought to himself. He lay on his back, sprawled out on the bed he shared with the infamous Dave Miller. They hadn't discussed it, they never did, Dave has simply booked the room without his input. Although, even if hadn't, Jack was sure that Dave could've found himself a way inside regardless. That was the thing with Dave; people tended to undermine him because he lacked general knowledge, and wasn't the brightest socially, but the man was a damned genius in disguise.

For the last half an hour or so, he'd been smoking away a pack of marlboros he'd found on his nightstand. Watching the smoke float and vanish before the popcorn ceiling, he occasionally let his thoughts wander in several directions. Still too intoxicated from the night they'd just had, he couldn't form much of a coherent one, and often found himself on the border of exhaustion. The night had been delighted; with Dave's upbeat and strong presence he would find himself easily influenced, almost feeling alive. Upon return to their motel, Dave had hopped in the shower right away. In contrast to Jack, who didn't bother to shower much as of lately. He knew he would never be able to get rid of the rotting stench, and he hadn't cared to put on much of his orange makeup either. When you were paying for who you were fucking, looks weren't a factor if the cash compromised. It was nice, it was without worry.

Eventually, his rest was disrupted by Dave, barging out of the bathroom that accompanied their room. While he was also notably exhausted, he was still loud in his mannerisms. Jack lit another cigarette, merely tilting his head for a brief second to acknowledge the other. He put some things away, before sitting on the edge of their bed. While Jack would sleep in his boxers and a flimsy shirt, Dave only wore his undergarments with aubergines patterned on them. As he swung his legs onto their bed, Jack knew full well what would follow. An arm, across his stomach to cup his waist in hand, Dave's body up against his side with his face buried in the crook of his neck. He squirmed, one of his legs shifting to lay over Jack's as he settled in place with a content hum.

For the past week, it had persisted like this for nights on end. Sometimes he would wake up to find himself spooned by Dave, an arm around his waist retaining him from moving. Other times he would crawl against him, and Jack would reciprocate, simply because it offered a comfort he hadn't experienced in years. Hardly would they ever acknowledge it, but then again, there wasn't a particular need to. So long as Jack didn't retreat, Dave was content, and in turn Jack enjoyed the closeness. On occasion, he did have his doubts and hesitations; surely he wasn't supposed to behave like this with the man who'd inflicted grand amounts of pain onto his family? But then again, he wasn't exactly supposed to have killed a handful of kids either. The question of responsibility was one he found himself worrying about less and less, the longer he stuck around Dave. The man was a fuckin' delight.

"No homo-"

Dave murmured against the skin of his neck, his voice groggy and his eyes already falling shut. No matter how much their relationship, their behavior, would stray from that of a platonic one; Dave would persist with the phrase. Jack shifted an arm to lay under Dave's neck, embracing him across the shoulders. He didn't reciprocate, and simply continued to smoke his cigarette. Dave stirred, a tug on Jack's waist in an attempt to pull him closer. Silence remained, and Dave simply wasn't prone to settle as such.

"Say it back, old sport."

He lifted his head minimally, staring at Jack, who's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. To say he didn't care for Dave's facade was an understatement, simply ignoring his demand. It wasn't any help that they'd both stripped their socks earlier; this was definitely gay.

"Sportsy- It's not gay if you say no homo."

Dave persisted, and Jack simply groaned as he turned to press the butt of his cigarette into the top of his nightstand. He shifted his weight to his side, hand resting on Dave's waist as he leaned into him. The man had a fragile figure, in contrast to Jack, who was broader at the shoulders and had a particular beer gut to him. Weirdly enough, they fit together.

"Why would you care if it's gay?"

He stared Dave down, the question radiating between them as he averted his eyes. Unable to find a point of focus, he just lay his head back in its original spot against Jack's neck.

"Seriously Dave, cuddling up with your homie doesn't seem like the straightest thing to me."

Said Jack, further turning to fully lay on his side. The movement forced Dave to retreat back, unable to harbor his face in its former hiding. Something in Jack longed to touch the other, to delicately trace his biceps and embrace him. He wasn't one to care for being perceived as gay of any sorts; Dave had been the one insistent, he simply went along because it seemed the easiest. Then again, he was convinced that Dave's obsession towards him couldn't stem exclusively from platonic motives. He considered that, perhaps, Dave was unsure of his standpoint regarding it, and would rather be safe than sorry.

"Not that I care."

Clarified Jack, watching Dave's figure visibly change its posture. He wondered if Jack was simply indifferent, or perhaps even endeared at the affectionate gestures they'd exchanged these past few days. It proved rather difficult to read the orange, his expression typically unchanging and physically showing neither repulsion nor approval. Fuck, for all he knew Jack could be a first class queer and he wouldn't be able to tell. The distant feelings that he hadn't dared to nurture suddenly became more evident than before, and he swallowed thickly. Was he to ask, confront the other while the opportunity presented itself? He hardly knew, studying Jack's face in the dim lightning.

"Ya don't-?"

Dave asked, his voice barely a whisper, unsure if he interpreted as much weight from that statement as Jack had intended behind it. They'd not been unlike two insecure teenagers on their first sleepover at this very moment. Jack raised, supporting his head on his hand with his elbow digging in the mattress. They were close, not unlike before, but this time with a different sort of air radiating between them. The structure of Dave's face was boney against his hand, lips surprisingly soft against his. He barely caught the surprised look on Dave's face before they made contact, one which quickly faded as he reciprocated the gentle kiss. His hand shifted to the back of Jack's neck, determined to maintain contact with his heated lips for as long as he could.

His upper body was bent over Dave's, thumb gently stroking his cheek where his hand cupped it. And by Fredbear, was it fucking good. Who knew how long either of them had been waiting, searching, for an excuse to do this. To just, try. He felt Dave exhale through his nose, his warm breath trickling along their skin. With a tilt of the aubergine's head, Jack was certain that this was doomed to lead to something. His lips parted, not enough to grant entrance, but certainly enough to display a sense of trust, closeness even. It lasted long, arguably longer than it should to be considered an act of impulse.

"How's that for not bein' gay-?"

Jack huffed upon parting, his voice heavier than anticipated. Even in their undead state, the both could very well feel the passion that hid behind their contact. Jack didn't retreat; lingering, observing the surprise that glazed Dave's face. His breath heaved, his mouth in a smile he couldn't be bothered to suppress as his hand remained on the back of Jack's neck.

"Fuck sportsy- I didn't think you'd-"

He silenced himself before he could speak any further, contemplating what he was to say. Despite eliminating a fair amount of options, it still left the large remainder of them open. Did this mean Jack was into him, or did it simply insinuate that he was indifferent to kissing his best friend? Hell, was best friend even applicable anymore? Such a variety of questions, hoping for at least a tad of clearance as Jack spoke:

"Didn't think I'd what-? Be into men, into you?"

Despite the insinuation, Dave found none of his questions answered with certainty. Somewhere in his conscience, he knew he'd have to say something, anything, to achieve anything with this. Although, kissing Jack had already been something he never held possible to begin with. This was better than drugs, better than any hooker on this forsaken planet. Now especially, he didn't want to piss off the tangerine, hoping to prolong their tension as he carefully asked:

"Well, are ya'?"

Jack's smile only grew wider. In all honesty; he didn't quite know himself. Dave was awfully similar in situation, even if he himself didn't realize it, and something about the affection he provided was comforting. He couldn't tell if it was merely that which drew him to Dave, or if it expanded beyond that. Though, all he knew was that kissing Dave felt awfully good, and he wouldn't be opposed to repeating it. Closing the remaining inches between them; he kissed the aubergine again. This time with more hunger radiating within him; his lips immediately parted upon contact and his head tilted further. He could see Dave's fluttering eyelashes through his own, a clear attempt to take in the view of the other despite the urge to squeeze them shut. His lips separated in the same manner as Jack's, and with what was best described as a low gasp, he pressed himself further against the tangerine.

It was careful, explorative, at first. Their mouths melting into one another, hands grasping at the other as their tongues first made contact. The saliva covered muscle that squirmed against their own was enticing, inviting almost. Dave shifted, leaning up on an underarm as he hungrily foraged further into the other's mouth. He didn't think about it, he couldn't if he tried, and instead simply focused on the sensation of Jack's tongue swirling around his. If they took an effort to listen, they could hear the sound of sloppy kisses over Dave's occasional soft whimper. He hadn't realized how desperate he'd been for this. Jack pulled back, just enough to drag his teeth along Dave's lower lips, softly biting down as he dragged it out between them. With half lidded eyes, the both fixed their gazes on it before Jack set him free.

"How's that for an answer~?"

Jack said, heaving against Dave's bruised lips. He was mesmerized, staring back at Jack in awe. That was better than either of them had ever dared to imagine it. Dave sat up further, leaning forward to pull Jack in, both hands gently embracing his face. Their open mouths collided and immediately, the sensation returned. With a soft mewl Jack raised himself up to deepen the kiss, his knees on either side of Dave's hips. It was hungry, laced with lust as the two slowly allowed the other more access into their mouths. The soft squelching of their tongues desperately trying to find each other only added to the sensation, tilting their heads to provide the ideal angle.

They could taste one another; the faint remnant of cigarettes in Jack's mouth and the whiskey in Dave's. It was raw, uncovered, mutual desire. Where Dave ended and Jack began wasn't of relevance anymore, it was merely where they became one that they could focus. Through mixed saliva, sloppy kisses and clashing teeth; there was a form of love present. They would continue to grow warmer against each other, taking turns in allowing soft noises to escape. With heavy pants, Dave was the first to pull away. A string of saliva remained intact between them, a bead pooling in the middle of it as they heaved against each other in an attempt to catch their breaths.

"I think it's a fuckin' correct answer, old sport-"

Even through the darkness they could decipher the look they shared, glowing eyes interlocked as their foreheads pressed together. Dave was the first to let his hands flail down the other's body, tracing his sides as they let out a lighthearted laugh in unison. How often had he fantasized about this, carefully trailed a hand down Jack's waist when he slept? He could hardly keep count, licking his lips clean of spit. Upon reaching the hem of his shirt, he slipped his hands under the back of it, lightly trailing his nails along Jack's spine. In turn, he pressed a teasing kiss to Dave's open mouth, only barely refraining from staying locked against him.

They shouldn't be doing this, neither of them, but they were. And by Fredbear was it fucking enticing. Maybe it was just the mutual tension that drove the two up against each other, or perhaps it expanded beyond that. The beauty of it was that it didn't matter now, none of it did as Dave pressed his chest to Jack's, hands embracing his back as their mouths collided. Sloppy kisses echoing the room, only the entwinement of one another keeping them grounded. Jack ran a hand along Dave's absurdly long neck, his body just as flushed as his own. He could feel him shiver as he pressed his tongue harsher against Dave's, an attempt to obtain a sort of dominance over him. He could tell he was having an effect on Dave at the very least, as he dug his nails in his back and gasped into his mouth. The aubergine was even more a mess than he was, and he practically melted under his gentle touch.

Jack was the first to retreat with a hand on Dave's jawline, of which the thumb rested on his lip, to keep him from hungrily diving back in upon presented the chance. His face had flushed a color more akin to magenta then purple, eyes half lidded and mouth open in a heave. Jack could imagine his appearance couldn't be much different, eyes subconsciously drifting towards Dave's neck. The man in question followed his gaze, giving him a lopsided smirk in response. Dave was into this. He was into this. Oh, God, he was into this.

The thought terrified him, hesitant as he held Dave's face before him. He'd slaughtered a handful of toddlers himself, but he'd always held himself to a metaphorical, undetermined line of sorts. There would come a point where he would have to face the consequences of his actions, where he couldn't proceed with his malicious deeds. His promise wasn't forgotten, it was merely second in row to the fun Dave provided. Eventually he would have to distance himself from the murderous tendencies, from Dave, most of all. And this, this certainly wasn't helpful. No matter how good it felt, this was wrong, and Jack suddenly became very aware of this.

He made an attempt to shake the thoughts, dipping his head to the crook between Dave's neck and shoulders. With his hands around his waist, which he could almost wrap around entirely, he pressed a kiss to Dave's skin. It was nihil, the guilt and concern persistent. Upon the departure of his soul, he was convinced love was an emotion he was longer capable of feeling. Now, the doubt regarding that thought terrified him. Dave moaned, softly, but notably enough, as Jack sucked his skin, swirling his tongue over the patch.

"Can we stop-?"

Jack said, softly, as his head shot back up. His voice was weaker than he hoped, averting his eyes. He was the one who initiated this, feeling as if his request was invalid for that reason alone. His hands retreated, as did Dave's, and he fiddled with the rim of his shirt. Dave simply smiled at him, reaching a hand out to him, letting it float in the air for Jack to take.

"'Course we can old sport, don't sweat it!"

The genuine sweetness in his voice only made the knot in Jack's throat grow tighter. Dave didn't want to cause him harm, no matter how much he longed for the contact between them, and was content with the hand Jack gave him. He didn't respond verbally, and instead lightly squeezed it. Getting attached to Dave, doing this, would prove for horrendous consequences. Eventually, he had to make something of himself; he couldn't simply murder toddlers with Dave until the world would burn their undying bodies to ashes. And if he didn't want to live a meaningless, soulless, life, that ought to include his promise to Fredbear. Dave, no matter how sweet his smile was, had no place in that.

It was guilt, which he felt. He had been granted life after death, in exchange for a promise; a promise to save them. Not only had he gone and contributed to what he swore to fix: here he was, with Dave holding his trembling hand. He felt he was ungrateful towards his entire existence, that whatever he felt towards Dave should provide him with guilt.

On his neck, where Jack had latched his lips earlier, a faint red began to emerge amidst aubergine purple. No matter how much he would repress the memory, drown himself in substances, that mark would persist for at least a good few days. And maybe it was best that way: a memory, a confirmation of mutual affection that had existed here, now. What was done was done, and there was no changing the past, only the future. Amidst everything, the two had loved each other, be it rather unconventionally expressed. In that same bed, where they would later go to sleep, tightly embracing one another.

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Ending kinda sucks but idk I couldn't muster up anything else at some point so this is what you get !! I'm also mildly sick and school is invading the cavern that is my ass with a solid steel boot.

There was a request on the last story that I wanted to work on but I haven't figured out entirely what I wanna do with it yeeeeeeeeeeeet and there's also another idea sitting in my drafts so I hope to yk do things write things commit tax fraud and stuff:3 Leave requests if you have any tho !!!!!!!!1!!11!