WHAT IF? // Dave x Jeremy // fan fiction // FNAF // Blueycapsules

CHAPTER THREE - HOW IT ALL STARTED

February 19, 1:24 PM, 1991

Jeremy's in the stage room, stacking plastic cups on top of each other into a triangular shaped tower on one of the party tables.

Just as he puts the last cup on top, the whole thing falls apart, going all over the table and floor. "Oh c'mon!" Jeremy yelled, "I just finished stacking these! UGH!" Dave walks by the room but stops when he sees what Jeremy's doing.

Curiously and mischievously grinning at him. "And Phil thinks ah'm slacking off? Ha, if only he saw you right now."

Jeremy scoffs at him, "Yeah, well for your InFoRmAtIoN, I was trying to make these cups look cool for the kids! Unlike you who's just walking around doing NOTHING!" Dave's eye twitches, as he creepily smiles—holding himself back from literally wanting to kill him.

He inhales and exhales, clapping his hands together trying not to lose his ever loving shit on this kid. "Aight, listen here ya focking wanka–"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, time out, time out," he said, "What the hell happened to your southern accent? You kinda sound . . . British almost? Got something stuck in your throat?"

No, but you're about to have something stuck in your fucking ass, Dave thought. He clears his throat, "Yes, I had something lodged in my throat ya see," he stated, "Ah'm not sure what it was though."

Jeremy understands, and moves on.

About ten minutes from now, something will get them both in serious trouble, or worse: fired.

Dave walks off somewhere and leaves Jeremy to re-stack the cup tower again. He goes into the kitchen and looks around, when something shiny catches his eye. "Well, hello there," he said to a kitchen knife hanging from a drying rack.

SSHING!

He grabs it and smiles, "Let's make good use of you, shall we?" Looking around, he makes sure no one's around. He knows exactly what he's going to do and hides the knife in his back pant pocket, facing the blade down.

He leaves the kitchen and goes to the party room where Jeremy was. He's still trying to stack them up it seems. Dave leans against the doorway, with his arms crossed over each other.

"Hey, uh, I know you're fixing the cups, but . . . there's somethin' I want to show you, it's a surprise." Jeremy glances over his shoulder, cocking his head, kind of curious.

"Oh? Like what?" he asked with his eyebrows narrowed. Dave groans, "It's a surprise, dumbass. and I'm full of them."
Jeremy rolls his eyes and puts the cups aside, walking over to him, smiling. "You're full of dumbasses?"

Dave's never wanted to punch someone so hard in the face in all his life.

The two of them walk side-to-side to each other in the narrow hallways, headed to God knows where. Jeremy looks down at Dave, since he's slightly taller than him and clears the tickle he has in the back of his throat. "So . . ." Jeremy trails off.
"If ya even think about asking, don't." Jeremy groans, with a sigh. "I'm just curious," he mumbled.
"You teenagers always are." Dave said under his shallow breath. "Hey, I heard that! And also, I'm not a teenager anymore!"
"Ya sure act like one."

Jeremy's stumped.

"Uh . . . ok, you kind of have a point." He admits. Dave shakes his head in disbelief. The both of them stop in front of Phil's office and Dave takes his keys out of one of his pockets and puts one of them in the keyhole.

Now that I think about it, he's not little or small, so hopefully this won't be too hard, Dave thought. The door unlocks and he puts the keys away, opening the door for Jeremy—letting him go in first. Jeremy puts his hand on his own chest, flattered in a joking way.

"You're letting me go first? What a gentleman," he said, joking around. "Just go in," Dave muttered. He does just that, and walks into the dark room.

Dave flips the light switch on, and closes the door behind him, forgetting to lock it. "So, um . . . I'm actually glad we came here," Jeremy said kind of quietly.

Dave raises an eyebrow at him, "What?"
"Yeah, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Dave gives him an odd look, but glazes over him when he's talking to him.

Jeremy turns his back to him, blabbering about whatever and Dave sees this as an opportunity to attack. He slowly pulls out his knife and smiles. "Yes, yes Jeremy, but we didn't come in here to chit-chat, 'cause I wanted to show you somethin', remember?"

Jeremy stops talking and faces him—Dave slowly walks towards him. "Oh, right," Jeremy said, kind of disappointed.
"I mean . . . this ain't gonna take long," Dave said.

Jeremy is still unaware that he has a knife and just sits on Phil's desktop.

Dave inches extremely close to him, which makes Jeremy flustered. Dave noticed that and stopped right in front of him—only a few inches from his face. "Why're ya gettin' so–" Dave's eyes widened.

Jeremy leaned in and kissed him.

Dave's grip on the knife slightly loosened. Jeremy closes his eyes while he continues to kiss him, smiling. Dave mentally says "fuck it" and puts the knife back in his pocket, agressively kissing him back, pushing Jeremy on his back, which shocks him.

Jeremy pulls away from the kiss, looking up at him, quite shocked, "I . . ." Dave puts his arms on both sides of Jeremy while he just lays on the desk. "This is surprising . . ." Jeremy said, blinking a couple of times.

Dave smirks, "Didn't I tell ya I was full of surprises?" Jeremy now remembers him saying that earlier and gasps, "Oh yeah, you did–" Dave grabs Jeremy's collar, and pulls him into a kiss. Jeremy lets out a few groans of pleasure, wrapping his legs around Dave's waist.

Dave very slowly pulls away from the kiss, bringing a trail of saliva with him. "I . . . I didn't think we were going to get into this . . . THIS quickly, Dave," his face is beat red now, "I also kind of thought I would be the top . . . not the bottom."
"Well, you're not, now are ya?"

Jeremy blinks twice, having nothing to say.

"Now, stop talkin' so much." Dave said, then kissed him again. Both of them close their eyes and kiss each other passionately—Jeremy slips out a few moans here and there. Jeremy's always been the top in relationships, so this is very new to him.

After a few minutes, Dave breaks the long kiss, looking into Jeremy's golden eyes, both of them are huffing and puffing, but Jeremy's huffing more. "This . . . this feels really g-good." Jeremy said in a tired tone, unwrapping his legs from Dave's waist.

"Heh." Dave smirks, grabbing Jeremy's arms and yanking him up on his feet, off the desk. "Eh!?" Jeremy squealed. Dave picks him up, and slams him up against the wall. "Ow! My head!"

Dave rolls his eyes.

"What are you doing??" Jeremy holds onto Dave's shoulders for dear life. "You've neva seen people do this in movies?"
"I-I mean–" Dave gives him a quick kiss, interrupting what he was saying. "Guess it's the first for everything, huh? Lucky you."

Jeremy's caught off guard, blushing like crazy. "It's scary how good you are at this." Jeremy admits, looking away. "You haven't seen anything yet, Fritz."

Jeremy swallows hard. Dave gets ready to make another move, but Jeremy starts talking. "Wait, wait!"
Dave groans, "What now?"
"I want to do something to you now!"
Dave scoffs, "You? Do something to me?"
"Yeah." Jeremy smiles brightly, staring right into Dave's eyes.

Dave puts him down and crosses his arms, "aight, whatcha got?" Dave asks, not expecting much out of him.

Jeremy rubs his hands together, mischievously grinning. Dave raises an eyebrow. Before he can react, Jeremy pushes him into the wall, closing the gap between them with a kiss.

Dave smiles in between the kiss, and an idea comes to mind. While they're kissing, Dave grabs Jeremy's hips with both of his hands on either side of him (with his pinkies sticking out) and pulls him close to him, making Jeremy moan slightly.
"D-Dave!"
"What?"
"I'm supposed to be doing this stuff to you now!"
"Then do it."

Jeremy pauses after he said that.

He tries to move, but Dave's got him locked in. He doesn't care right now and continues kissing him.