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The Peace the Evening Brings

Who: Dave Strider and John Egbert
Where: Roof
When: Evening
Rating: M for Dave's mouth, otherwise G, however there is a TW for mention of rape
Summary: Feelings jam and then DATE NIGHT by stargazing for teh ironies.
The Story: Well, he had asked John earlier if he had any plans that night, and he said no. So, naturally, Dave left the guy a note that was short and to the point.

meet me on the roof at 9 PM
bring a pillow or two

Dave was already there, chilling on enough pillows to comfortably lie down on. Thank God it was a clear night that night, otherwise this wouldn't work at all. Stargazing was a nicely ironic date for a couple of guys like them. Nobody would ever have pegged Dave Motherfucking Strider as any sort of stargazer.

Granted, he was also hoping to talk a bit about what happened when they had been older. He had a feeling that was still on John's mind.

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John's head shot up.

"What? You don't-- you don't really think that, do you?" He scooted closer, putting a hand on Dave's cheek. "Dude, I didn't feel like that at all. I wanted it. I-- I did."

He looks down, feeling ashamed. "I guess I just feel like people are going to judge me. I don't know."

"Okay, I believe you."

He placed a hand on John's, relaxing a little. Dave really did believe him, honestly.

"Well, if they do, I'll go after them all Laci Green style. Seriously, there's nothin' wrong with wantin' or havin' sex with your partner."

"I have no idea who that is, but okay."

John chewed his lip and, sighing, closed his eyes. "Just, what if...what if I lose you, now? What if you went home? Would you ever believe me if I told you we did that? Then it's just like I dreamed it."

Dave moved John's hand to thread their fingers together, squeezing gently.

"Hey, I don't want you to leave, either. The first time courtin' you was an all around mindfuck that culminated into something on, of all the days in the Julian calendar, Cage's birthday. Not too inclined to start that whole process over again." He sighed softly. "But I also don't really know what I'd do without you."

That was almost painful to admit, but it was feelings jam time, and that meant being open with some things. Terezi taught him too well, maybe.

John rested his forehead against Dave's. "You'd do fine. I'd be the one in denial about how sometimes boys can be nice looking." Sigh. "And I think...I think maybe I'm scared about that, too. Even if I wouldn't know the difference. It'd suck to be all...basically homophobic again."

He snorted.

"Please, I'd beat that outta you with cold, hard logic. Did it once, I can sure as Moses parted the fuckin' sea do it again."

John giggled. "Okay, that's probably true. It's just, you know, looking back. I was kind of a huge dick. I guess it's easier to see now that we are the full gay and everything."

He squeezed Dave's hand encouragingly. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"The full gay? Is that like gayer than a fuckin' fruitcake?"

Dave thought about it for a moment. "How freaked are you about all this?"

"That is when you touch places, Dave. You go the full gay." Eyeroll. Geez, Dave, that was obvious, wasn't it?

John bit his lip at the question, though. He couldn't quite put his finger on everything he was anxious about or how much it actually amounted to, since he'd mostly just packed it away for a while. He wanted to be honest but it was difficult with all these different worries spilling forth all of a sudden.

"I think I could be more freaked out," John answered carefully, "but I'm still just...a little scared people will somehow know. I know it's dumb! But that's the biggest fear next to losing you, which, well, isn't exactly because of the sex, just, you know, exacerbated by it."

Rubbing his thumb over the back of Dave's hand, he asked, "Why?"

"Oh, silly me."

Dave took off his sunglasses with his free hand. Having the frames dig into his skin for so long left unsightly marks, not to mention hurt like a bitch. He doubted anyone would be coming up here, anyway.

"Kinda went public after that last Glee Club meetin', so I'm tryin' to figure out how public you're willin' to go, and I don't mean in that voyeuristic sense."

John's cheeks and ears flushed brightly. "Uh. Um. Would it sound super corny if I said I kind of forgot there were other people in the room, in a way?"

"Well, that's a step in the right direction. Lopez looked shocked by our amazin' gayness, so it's not all that bad."

He had an internal gigglefit at Santana's face during John's song.

"I kind of knew I was being weird but...I didn't care? I just wanted to cheer you up." John shrugged, not sure what else to say about it. "Does that mean we're public?"

"I was just sayin' good-bye." Dave didn't think he needed to elaborate on that statement. "Do you want us to be?"

John nodded. "If you want to."

He smiled a little.

"Aight, but you better tell me what's not kosher or I'll just start makin' out with you in the middle of the kitchen without givin' a single fuck."

John snorts. "Okay, that is not kosher. But I'm not entirely sure what else you're going to think up that I should warn against."

Dave had more imagination than he did when it came to this stuff.

"Guess we'll figure it out as we go along like a couple of idiots."

It was because of his imagination that he got his own warning.

"That's all I can think of right now, so let's get this stargazin' thing on the road...or we could just be cheesy as fuck and keep starin' into each other's eyes."

"Sounds good to me!" John nuzzled his nose into Dave's. He felt better, having talked about most of it, though to be honest there still seemed to be some stuff they should discuss. Like how Dave didn't trust him enough for...certain things. But that could wait.

For now, he was feeling cheesy as fuck. "I don't get to see your eyes that much, dude." He reached out, brushing his thumb over Dave's cheekbone. "And unlike a lot of the things you claim are cool about yourself, they are actually really cool."

Dave was just going to keep holding the hand in his own all night long. Hope John didn't need two hands or that particular hand any time soon.

He snorted.

"Still not seein' how they're all that great." ...Oh haha puns.

"They're like..." John shrugged. "Unique. Everybody has blue eyes, dude. They are nowhere near as bad-ass."

"I see more brown eyes. Also, shut up, you have the best blue eyes ever put on a person. Red eyes just give a mountain of problems."

"Don't people just think you're albino? I mean. You're almost pale enough for that."

"No, they just think I'm really fuckin' pale and might be possessed by the devil. Not to mention the fact that my eyes are a little light sensitive 'cause of their color." Really, it was the best medical reason to wear shades. He didn't really want to sear his retinas and not see for the rest of his life.

John nods. "Well, people are stupid. Your eyes are awesome. I'll read in dim light forever if that means I get to see them."

He turned onto his back to look up at the stars. His hand stayed firmly in Dave's, and just to reassure him he gave it a little squeeze. "You know, he might come back."

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