Not! (Dave X John X Karkat)

Chapter Two

--John's POV--
It's about midnight when I got back to my room. Not like time matters here. God, my sleep schedule is a wreck. Just imagine what dad would think.

I wipe my face at the thought, and opened the door to Dave waiting for me. He doesn't usually do this, so I'm caught off guard. Dave seems to take advantage of my face, so he tackles me onto the floor of my room.

"Hey, Dave!" I say, looking up at his totally emotionless face. Of course, I can't tell, he's still wearing those shades. I mean, it's nice if him to like them, but he wears them all the time. No pun intended.

"John." He whispers, releasing my wrists. When I recompose myself, he's on the bed, which is still unmade.

"Yeah, Dave? Need a kiss to fix it? Where's the booboo?" I say teasingly. His face curls up for a moment, but soon returns to normal. "Dave?" I'm worried. He seems a little more... Emotional than normal.

"Yeah. Sure." he says, pointing at his lips. I chuckle. That's what boyfriends are for, right?

Before I can lean in romantically, he pulls me head onto his. This is not romantic.

I repeat, this is not romantic.

--Dave's POV--

I have no shitting clue why, but I was overcome with some stupid emotion at the sight of John. Like, lust or something. Does that make my actions okay?

Hell yes.

Hell fucking yes.

So I pulled him onto his back. So what? I... Guess it was a way of saying "I'm sorry dammit, but here, have my dick"

Well, I guess it was. And when he kissed me back, I melted.

As usual.

He does stuff to me. He makes me feel like taking off my glasses and showing the world

That was philosophical. What is wrong with me?

I push him back, kissing his lips, hungry to get the guilt out of my body.

"Dave..?" he says between my kisses. I refuse to acknowledge his questions. I grab around his back, kissing him deeper. "Dave." he says, still kissing me, weakly.

"John. John. I'm sorry, and I hope this shows it" I say breaking away.

He laughs a little "What did you do?" his smile makes my insides warm. "Dave, is this a joke for you to get your emotions out by kissing me?"

I try to smile. "Yeah. You got me, dude." his eyes are inches away from mine. I love his eyes. They're blue, just like his godtier outfit. "But. I am sorry."

"For what?"

"Never showing you... My eyes..." I back up a bit.

"Dude. Don't be. I think it's... Um.., sweet that you wear those glasses I gave you..."

He stops talking when I take them off. For a while neither of us speak.

"I'm sorry." I finally say. "I just didn't want to hide from you anymore."

"Dave." He says, pulling my forehead to his. My hair brushes the top of his glasses. "Dave, it's okay." his eyes glisten as he kisses my lips.

We remained like that for a long time, just kissing, lip to lip, nothing but the sounds of our breath and time passing between us.

I'm okay with this. This is the John I knew.

--John's POV--

This. This is romantic.