~Davesport Oneshots~

art [smut]

Art

[Smut] based on true events

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Dave stayed silent, peeping through the semi opened window that looked into Jacks room. He shifted his weight as he peered through the mesh that kept him outside, Jack was sitting on his bed, sketching Lord knows what.

Dave never took him for an artist, but seeing this side of the tangerine got him somewhat riled up. Seeing bus hand move with each stroke of the pencil, every "pop!" As he opened another marker. It was beautiful. And Dave knew exactly how to ruin the moment.

A sudden knock startled Jack, looking up from his sketchbook, shamefully he closed the book. He sighed, shaking his thoughts of the purple man away, getting up from his bed.

He opened the front door, revealing the exact man he was sketching, Dave.

"Oh shit, waddup Dave?" He questioned, ignoring faves rude barging entrance.

"Jus checkin in on a broski! Got any beers?" He smirked, looking back atJsck as he plopped onto the couch.

The tangerine Rolled his eyes, heading to his small kitchen for the drinks. After retrieving said drinks he sat down next to his friend.

Jacks eyes wondered to the aubergine, his eyes tracing out everything from his sitting position to hoe his hair curled. Dave was a sight to behold, a perfect (but still stupid) looking smile, messy hair that suited him, and just wow! His pants really didn't leave much to the imagination, they were almost begging for Jack to eat Dave out.

Dave caught on to Jacks stares, smirking as he spoke:

  "Like what ya see, Old Sport?" He grinned, watching Jacks face heat up, only to hide his shame behind drinking.

  "No homo of course~" Dave teased, moving his eyes back to the Tv, that had nonsense playing.

  "Buy one plumbus get another free!" It rang in Jacks ears, mind buzzing from the alcohol. He could help but smile say, trying g to focus on the TV as Dave inches closer, feeling the taller man's best on his skin sent shivers up his spine.

  Jacks mind already began working on perverted scenes in his head, all involving Dave on his knees, the aubergines eyes rolling to the back of his head.

  Jack cursed quietly, his ever growing erection constricting in his pants.

"You alright there, Sports?" Dave hummed, taking note of Jacks hands obviously trying to hide his crotch.

"Yep! Jus peachy! Uhm- I need to use the restroom!" He excused himself, running to his room, leaving Dave behind with a smirk playing on his purple lips.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" he mumble pulling of his jeans as he sat on the bed. Did he really just get a bones from just thinking about Dave. I mean he and Dave had fucked before in Vegas but never outside of the drug filled setting.

  He groaned, feeling his cock pulsate with need, he succumbed to the throbbing, gently palming himself through his boxers.

  His mind was racing, doing everything in his power to not moan, his body flopped back on the bed, his legs spreading as he continued to please himself. Soon the palming wasn't enough, he needed to just get it over with, so he pulled down his boxers, taki g out his cock. He cringed st the tattoo before contuesly stroking himself.

  The tangerine let out soft whimpers, his thumb trailing along a vein, his body shivered at the feeling. 

  Meanwhile Dave great curious of what was taking his broski so long. He creeped up the stairs slowly, not hearing g any water from the restroom. In fact the bathroom door was open with the lights off, Dave shrugged, continuing to Jacks room.