Fear of Red -DaveKat-

flushed red

I had nestled myself back into my gaming chair at some point in the ending evening, Dave had started his Spotify playlist a while ago. It was filled with romantic songs that made me feel real warm inside, the warmth spread to my fingers and into my face when I heard something I related to. I knew damned well this wasn't his main playlist, I've seen his Spotify. He's a fucking DJ for fucks sake this guy is the biggest simp for big man Eminem. As if he couldn't get whiter. 

His sweet humming was wonderful background noise to my cozy gaming, farming in my Minecraft world to start my cow genocide. Peeking at him from my position I saw he was leaning up against my wall, on my bed. Half slipping into one of the open corners my round bed exposed.
He had his long bangs pulled back in a zigzag hairband, it was black. His hair was long, he has stopped getting it cut not too long ago. Right now it was in a medium length mullet, it suited him disgustingly well. His wispy hair fell in loose curls and waves that he styled with experience. He almost always had this smell of hair gel, or hairspray. Sometimes hairdye. Keeping platinum blond didnt come naturally apparently, not that I could say fucking anything about being fake with appearances. I was as fake as press on nails. The thought of that made me furrow my brows in discomfort, focusing back on my screen. But still listening intently to Daves gentle humming, he had an impressive voice. He only really rapped and all, but I'd love to hear him sing one day. He had this really cool tone, like right in the middle. He could hitch his voice to end sharply and high, he could go real low and real high too. He was really talented in alot of different ways and it made me really jealous.

I was jealous of how attractive he was, how masculine he voice was despite being so loopy. I was jealous he fit so well in with humans and us trolls. He took charm to everyone of us that came down, the sea dwellers fell real hard for his humanly charms. They saw him as like, an exotic experience. I'd be fucking damned if I let him anywhere near that kind of hell. Been there done that no thanks colonisers!

I was pulled hard from my dissociation by another hand resting on my shoulder, I could feel Daves warmth fall over me as he leant over the side of my chair to peek at my screen; his face right next to mine. His ringed fingers fiddled with the material of my hoodie, the fingers of his other hand leaned on his own thigh as he leant over. I tried not to stare too long but fuck Daves got cake. The jeans he wore, black and ripped at the thigh and knee didn't help the disgusting thoughts festering in the back of my head.

His voice spoke warmly beside me. "Minecraft again, hm?" I nodded in response, looking back to my screen. His hand had moved from my shoulder to the side of my neck, his warm fingers gently caressing my throat. The gesture made my choke a gasp, my hands gripping hard at my hoodies hem. I heard him chuckle stupidly as his other hand waved my mouse around for seemingly no reason. He spoke again, "you know its 3am, don't you?" He kept his face forward looking to my screen as he closed my game, clicking through applications. I sighed hard, lopping my head to the side, the opposing direction of his fingers. Unintentionally giving him more room to explore my flesh. "Fucked if I care, can't remember the last time I slept" the moment I said it i regretted it. Immediately biting on my lip waiting for him to talk my ear off about how I needed to take care of myself. Waiting for one of his iconic strange rambles that seeped with homosexuality that he always ended with a no homo, just for good measure. Ah the wonders of the closeted straight man!

He only sighed this time though, his hand moving from my neck to the side of my face. Gently stroking my cheek, I looked to him and he was facing me now. My eyes were wise with confusion, slowly recoiling in my chair from habit, although I wasn't all that bothered by his affection this time around. "Go brush your teeth" I wanted to protest but the stern tone he used persuaded me to just listen to him, but I didn't move at all. He was pretty close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. I pulled one my legs up onto the chair, curled up against my chest. I couldn't manage to get myself to stop staring at him, at all parts of him. How his freckles stuck to his nose and cheeks, how the shadow cast by his sunglasses deepened his already wonderful bone structure. How his texan tanned skin spotted stark white in small spots, vitalligo taking its claim to his beautiful skin. Concentrated to his fingers and forehead, that was probably why he kept his hair white blond, to save the embarrassing conversations about the streaks. Explained the excessive ring wearing too, or the pretty fruity gloves he wore sometimes.. it was hard to tell what was him being funky or his Insecurities. He had a vile talent of being a wonderful fucking liar.

But he had always been so insecure. He made me sad, also made me wonder if saw me the way I saw him. I ignored that thought real fast. He laughed gently at me, "whatcha starin' at?" He asked softly, his loopy voice low and quiet. "Nothing important" I snarked back, half smiling as I did, he smiled back at me. He rarely ever did that, smile. It was so wonderful. 

My chest hit hard with the my heartbeats, I felt hot all of a sudden, I knee my face was flushed I hoped he wouldn't notice it with the sunglasses. I looked to his lips, he had pretty big lips for a guy, relatively round and always taken care of. Soft looking and tinted red with the Rose Vasaline he wore daily. He leaned a little closer to me, one hand supporting his lean on the desk, the other on my face moved to hold my jaw. I didn't pull away this time, I actually leaned forward towards him. I was on autopilot and didnt even think about what was happening, I was just doing what felt right. With baited breaths our lips connected. Softly and with alot of damned care, dude was acting like I'd  break. I probably would at this point in my life actually. The moment I got that taste of Juicy Fruit gum from his lips I pushed forward harder. My arms moved from their previous spot in my lap to around his neck, one in his hair and the other holding the back of his neck. He hummed quietly to this, pushing me back into the arm of the chair. Not that I cared it didn't hurt or anything. Pulling away for only a moment to get a gasp of air I quickly pressed my lips back onto his, this time it was more desperate. I was really into the feeling of him wanting to actually do this back, it made my thinkpan go all fuzzy and loopy. I couldn't think too well, not that i needed to right now. Our lips danced together for a little while, gentle sighs escaping us every now and then between the gentle sounds of kissing. Ambient behind the music playing. I suddenly felt his tongue press against my lips, hesitant at first i opened my mouth a little. To that I got an ever stronger taste of his gum, sickly sweet. I let his tongue press against mine, and my lip as we kissed. The feeling warming me up horribly from the inside, shifting my hips to a more comfortable position I moved my curled leg to fall over the arm of the chair. I pulled him in harder pressing my own tongue to his. A small whine escaped from the back of his throat, it made me involuntarily buck my hips a little upwards. I played it off as moving my leg. He leaned even closer to me, we were literally ontop of eachother in this chair by now, his warmth swallowed me.

My chair let out a loud creak, making me pull my head away, he tried to follow me but he got the idea real fast. I took a moment to catch my breath, licking my lips I spoke "my chair is gonna break" I tried to laugh but it came out with a crack, I was flustered and I couldn't even try to hide it. I just avoided looking right at him. He hummed in agreement as he stood up away from me, his back cracking as he did so. I really didn't want him to stop, I really liked the feeling of mutual affection. I wasn't sure how to let him know I wanted more. I stood from my own hair and flung myself onto my bed close by. Looking over to him, he was rubbing his eyes from under his shades, they fell back down hard a little too low. He caught them too fast for me to see anything though. Cockblock. 

I patted the spot next to me, "the chair could break, but uh. This wont" I said with not a fucking ounce of confidence, he laughed at me for it. Taking a moment to get over my shit fuck attempt at asking him to kiss me again.