DSaF - ONESHOTS

Microchip

Author's note:

(So i'll barely use this book, only when i have no ideas for my actual book "Rhode island, baby!! (RDIB)" None of these one shots will be relevant to the main story, but if they will be, i'll mention them in RDIB. And all the Davesport isn't canon either, I don't wanna rush their relationship in the story lol)

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TW// Mentions of physical intimacy, fluff

Jack stared down at his palm, trying to figure out if he should destroy the microchip in his hand. It was full of pictures of him asleep. Dave for sure made them.

7 months since he and the living eggplant have met, and ever since then Jack always felt someone following him. It's like someone was about to stab a knife into the back of his neck.

"Old Sport! I-"

"Dave, sit down."

Jack demanded out of Dave the moment he walked into the saferoom and could finish his sentence. Dave didn't mind, so he sat down right in front of Jack.

"Whattup, Sportsy?"

Jack gave Dave a stink eye, making the purple man shut his mouth. The recognisable microchip in Jack's hand made Dave ready his face for a slap.

"Why did you take pictures of me in my sleep?"

"I uhh- I was worried your breathing would go uneven, so I set up cameras in your house.."

The tangerine raised an eyebrow, now looking more like a dad trying to get the truth outta his son. But his look soon turned to surprise.

Since '73, Jack had times when his breathing was uneven, making him cough and choke in his sleep. Heck, at some point his anxiety got so bad and untreated he got sleep paralysis demons.

"Well, you're right about that. But still..."

"...yeah..?"

"You're invading my privacy. And most of these pictures are with me barely wearing anything-"

Jack had to stop himself before he had another breakdown. Dave couldn't exactly tell that what he's doing is illegal, but he saw that it was making Jack upset, so he called it quits.

"I understand, Sportsy-"

"No, you don't."

Dave's breath hitched, caught in his lies. Knowing Old Sport, he's good at finding out the truth right away. When it's necessary, of course.

"Yeah, I don't understand.. But it's making you upset. That, I understand."

Jack smiled, crushing the microchip in his hand and dropping the crumbles onto the saferoom floor. It was a little wet and mossy, so that extra destroyed the chip.

The aubergine was a little disappointed that Jack' s pictures were destroyed, but at least he got to be with the real deal.

Once Dave got out of his zoning, Jack gently took Dave's skeletal hand in his. The difference was that Dave was a lot skinnier and bonier than Jack, and their colours were parallel to each other the colour wheel.

"Dave, you are so weird."

"Heh, no homo?"

Dave asked, but all he got from Jack was a raised eyebrow and a smirk. The orange man sat closer to Dave, who unfolded his legs to sit closer to his counterpart.

Opening his arms, Jack brought Dave into a tight, and well needed, embrace. 

The aubergine wrapped his skeletal arms around Jack's shoulders and head, messing around with his fluffy hair and his orange curls. Jack chuckled a little to himself, running his fingers and palm up and down Dave's clothed back, his other arm tightly wrapped around his skinny waist.

This was the first time Jack realised how skinny Dave is. He could feel and touch Dave's spine and ribs in their little embrace.

"Old Sport, can I come to your house for tonight..?"

"Well... I don't mind..."

Dave was happy enough with the answer he got, so he gave Jack a little kiss on the cheek. (istg ppl give these two boners at just a cheek kiss??)

Jack chuckled at Dave's affection, resting his head on Dave's shoulder so he could get some blood into his brain to function like a normal "human" being.

As minutes passed, so did Jack's mind run with weird and intimate thoughts.

Being able to touch Dave's face and back. Look at his chest and just admire his skeletal physique, kiss his arms and leave marks on him and let Dave do so too.

Dave kissing him... How would it feel like? 

Dave and Jack's shirts would fall down onto the carpeted floor of Jack's room, letting the two colourful  men touch and kiss much better until they run out of air-

"Old Sport, I can't breathe-"

The orange man came back to his senses, and immediately loosening his grip, as he realised he had gripped onto Dave like a pillow while he day dreamed.

"Oh, right, sorry, I just got lost in thought.."

"It's ok, Old Sport!"

The ourple man smiled at Jack, cupping his face in Dave's hands. There it'd come, what Jack theorised about for several months now.

Jack let his arms rest on Dave's hips, when the purple and orange collided. It was shot, but it was something both of them wanted and hoped for.

"Dave, you're definitely staying at my place.."

The orange told the purple guy, before both of them kissed again. This time Jack tilted his head and Dave stroked Jack's hair, his arms on Jack's strong and broader shoulders. 

END

(Ok I gotta stop writing before I start cringing. I know, weird coming from an aromatic. ;-;)

-Charlie V.2

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