"You're my Clementine to my Aubergine-time!" // Davesport [DSAF]

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(( haii I'm alive, apologies if the characters seem different from originally because I actually looked more into the characters and studied them more to understand them unlike before, so 👨 ))

     "You're what." Dave spoke flatly in shock, stiffening up and feeling like a complete fool... cause he was.

     "Duh. Why do you think I rarely hit on women and live alone?" Jack frowned, putting a hand on his hip sassily.

     "I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST A MISERABLE STRAIGHT GUY WHO WAS BAD AT FLIRTIN'!"

     Jack couldn't help but giggle at this, turning away from Dave and holding a hand to his mouth to hide his big grin. He'd speak between chuckles, giving Dave a look that sent butterflies in his stomach.

"No, Dave.. I mean- yeah, I'm shit at flirting. We both know that. But I'm not that much into girls, I prefer guys." Jack smirked a little and turned to face the taller man, witnessing how flustered the aubergine was from this whole interaction.

"Well- why didn't you tell me then?!" Dave complained, "You know I'm a bisexual!"

Jack frowned, "Actually, Dave. You mentioned one thing about it, and it was by telling me that you find male strippers sexy to look at. I didn't know that you'd be romantically interested in guys up until this moment! ... I didn't know that you were supporting of it either."

Dave blinked, then sighed and crossed his arms, looking away with a small frown.

"Okay, you have a point there." Dave sunk a bit, his long neck lowering into the suit and making himself look smaller. Thankfully the heavy suit was able to support itself despite his body going slightly limp, "Old Sport, I... I remember what we did that night we got drunk."

Jack raised a brow, "So why didn't you tell me?"

"Because..." He sighed, "I was afraid that it was just another drunk mistake you did - kissin' me in front of a burnin' house. Or when you were so high on the dancefloor that you mistaken me as a woman cause of my long hair. But, I don't blame you for that one... C'mon, I'd make a pretty hot babe." He chuckled a little but quickly shut up, "Look, Old Sport. What I'm trying to say is that I haven't told you about any of the times we we're intoxicated because most of it was us partyin' then kissing right after."

Jack listened closely, his face flushing slightly as he pictured all of the possibilities of what could of happened. "So... did we ever?"

"NO!" Dave cut Jack off before he spoke, clearing his throat after, "No... I'm not the kind of guy to take people while they're under the influence. The hookers are the only acception cause they're paid for it, and they decided that before they even got the drugs."

"Okay... Uhm, Dave... how long has this happened?" Jack asked, the question itself making his stomach twist and fill with a fuzzy but somewhat uncomfortable feeling.

"Uhm.. our last trip to Vegas. About- uhhhh... four times now?" Dave also shared the feeling, unknowing that Jack felt the same. He blushed a bit, remembering the moment and how warm he was.

There was silence while Jack seemed to be contemplating something, having a fight in his head on what to do or say.
Where should they go from here? Does he just accept and leave, pretend like nothing happened? Yell at Dave for never stopping him? What should he do?!

Dave seemed to also be in a stage of racing thoughts, all filled with anxiety and worries. Worries about Jack leaving him, or feel disgusted, or maybe think that all of this was a joke. Never has Dave felt this scared of rejection before until this moment. He was silently begging for Jack to say something instead of staring at him like a ghost, a new feeling of panic washing over him as he stared deep into the other's white, glowing pupils that were filled with uncertainty.

Then, suddenly, Jack started to lean closer. Why was he doing this? He wasn't sure, but it was like his body was fed up with him just waiting around and was taking role. Dave stared in disbelief, leaning closer as well.

Like on the night of their reunion, they both clasped hands together and stared deeply into each other's eyes. The temperature of their hands being Yin and Yang, with Dave's hands being cold and Jack's being warm. Jack, however, didn't seem to mind and was more focused on the latter's face rather than how icy his hands were. He loved seeing Dave's shocked expression, the eagerness to do something else rather than just intertwine fingers was clear in the way his eyes had a new glow to it, one Jack was familiar with during their time together. However, they were foriegn at the same time, because the glow was filled with admiration and care - a new trait when it comes to someone like Dave.

Jack felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Dave reach closer to his face, practically frozen in place. He couldn't move, couldn't speak... hell, he even forgot how to breathe in that moment.
His thoughts were wild up until this moment, but now only one thing played on repeat in his mind.

Come on, just kiss me already you son of a bitch.

"EMPLOYEES!" A booming voice called from the steel door, immediately pulling the two away from each other. The colored men turned their focus towards the door, watching as their boss just now entered the room. "I HAVE PARENTS YELLING AT ME BECAUSE YOU TWO AREN'T OUT THERE! YOUR BREAK ISN'T UNTIL THE NEXT TWENTY MINUTES, AND YOU'VE BEEN IN HERE LONGER THAN YOUR REGULAR BREAK TIME!"

"DAMNIT SCOTT, YOU RUINED OUR MOMENT!" Dave huffed and crossed his arms.

"Yeah, well I DON'T CARE about your homosexual relationship. Now get back out here or I'm taking a coin off your pay!" The phone yelled as he slammed the door shut, making it clear that he was standing outside and furiously waiting.

There was a pained awkwardness between the two, both men now having different goals. Jack wanted to get out of here as fast as possible before he died either by embarrassment or his boss, and Dave wanted to continue what they started.

Jack huffed and pulled himself away, picking up the mascot head and going to put it on, but stopped when he noticed the stinging look of disappointment covering the purple man's face. He hesitated and struggled to think of something to say for the moment, but quickly settled on an action and chose to try to cheer him up. So, he raised up on his tippy toes and pecked a kiss on Dave's cheek to make up what they lost.

"We can try again later." He reassured before slipping the mascot head back on and slipped the gloves on after. Right after he did that, his heart felt like it was on fire as he had a sudden burst of adrenaline that made him want to stomp his feet, cheer, or shout in excitement and kiss Dave again. But he didn't.

"O-Okay.." Dave replied softly, his cheeks growing red as his pupils expanded wide like a puppy. It was honestly adorable coming from a maniac serial killer

Jack walked to the door of the saferoom and pased a glance to Dave, watching him slip the costume gloves back on. He gave him a small hand tilt to signify a wave before stepping out the room, brushing past Scott and kept silent in resentment towards him as he stamped off.

Soon, Dave joined him and they went back to doing their job, occasionally passing glances towards each other. A longing feeling of wanting to be close again after what they discovered today burned in the both of them, since they now knew that their feelings were mutual. Knowing that one wanted the other just as badly made the men crave each other more. But, sadly, they couldn't express those feelings till after work or their boss would beat their asses, meaning they'd have to wait an excruciating four hours before it hit 6 PM and they could go home.

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