Itch. {JohnDave}

Hurt

Dave flicked his darkened eyes from his blood to the figure stepping into the room of inky black. John. Fully clothed in a pair of shorts and a wrinkled tee. He moved from the doorway, silently closing the door with a gentle smile.

"Is this what you wanted to hide from me?" John whispered, stepping to the foot of the bed, standing inches from the other. His mind screamed panic; never had he seen skin so damaged. However, this only strengthened his love for Dave. To know that he knew a little something about him that none else did.

Dave remained silent, though he wished dearly that he could protest against the other's presence. All he could do was sit noiselessly, tears spilling.

John lifted his hands, dabbing at the newly fallen tears with his delicate thumbs. His smile never wavered, eyes partly lidded as he pressed his forehead against the other's. "Dave..? It's okay."

Feeling something as simple as foreign fingers brushing his dampened cheeks brought a most painful jolt, one that Dave could not hide as he sucked in a shaking breath.

John yanked his hands back with a gasp of his own, smile morphed into an apologetic frown.

"O-oh! My, I-I'm so sorry.. I figured it must've hurt.. I.. I just. I don't wanna ruin what w-we have over something ae t-trivial as this! I love you!" John's words grew from shameful stutters to passionate cries.

His fingers curled into small fists, brows knitted together in a look of pure flustered determination. "I love you, Dave Strider!"

Dave blinked.

"And... A-And all the homo, okay? I love you! I love you! I love you! I wanna be with you! I wanna be with you!" John felt his stance falter as his knees buckled inwards, his own eyes growing rather wet.

Dave gripped the sheets between his fingers, jaw set as he glared at his own knees.

How could John say that? How could John feel this way after everything?

Dave leapt forward without another thought, tackling the other to the floor with a huff.

John released a sharp whimper, instantly lifting his hands to grip Dave's shoulders as he was pinned onto his back.

This was the last reaction he was expecting.

Dave studied John now, taking everything in. Those wet, plump lips, his rounded nose, his glittering eyes of blue.

He lowered, grazing hesitant lips to every fallen tear before whispering, just barely audible, his voice a husky growl.

"I've loved you longer than I can fucking say."

John's eyes grew, his dopey half-smile returning through the tears.

"You don't have to hide. Because I want all of you."