Each Touch

Can I?

Summer whizzed through like a breeze, one moment it was two weeks into summer vacation, the next it was already the end of July. Currently the two boys were sitting in Dave's room listening to some test music Dave was processing; John sat besides the blond and toyed with a few things before Dave could swat his hand away. The two spent their summer together stuck like glue, becoming even closer than before. After spending much quality time with each other this particular summer, John had grow comfortable with holding hands with Dave. Dare say it had grown to become a new habit.

Dave spoke while his beats were slowly coming to his liking as he flipped switches and pressed buttons, having to readjust the things John messed with when he wasn't looking. He smiled when he finally finished a section of a piece, turning to John he lent an earbud for John to take. The other took it out of his grasp and plugged it in.

"Ready to have your mind blown?" grinned Dave.

"As ready as every other time," said John.

The blond started up the music and they both listened; John couldn't help but smile, Dave's music always made him happy. Hard beats and soft flows intermingled, ringing through both of their ears. Though no lyrics had been made along with it yet you can feel the kind of message that's being sent.

John leaned to the side, his hand supporting him up. A soft section turned on in the music, bass lowered and a more soft, stringy type of feel waved in. As he listened, the feeling of Dave's hand resting atop of his own shocked him back to reality. The hand was warm as it always is, a comforting feeling. He glanced over at Dave who was looking down at his turn table, probably thinking of ways to improve on this current song.

Blue eyes blinked as he dove into his own thoughts as well. As of late, strange thoughts and ideas trailed in. Thoughts of him and Dave. Thoughts of the kiss on his birthday. Thoughts on Dirk and Jake's relationship. On his and Dave's own relationship. He wasn't a homosexual though, so these thoughts were confusing him. John had nothing against homosexuals, they are people too, but to think of himself as one...Was hard to see.

"John." Dave's voice snapped the other out of his thoughts.

"Yeah Dave?" answered John.

"...Can I kiss you?"

Dave's sudden question shocked John, causing him to whip his head to look at him. A pink tint dusted his cheeks. Dave kiss him again? His mouth opened to say something, but the words got caught in his throat. He was going to retort the question, make fun of the question, say anything to make the question seem funny but nothing came out...Because he wouldn't mind another kiss.

Soft, broken noises emitted from John mouth as he continued to look at his best friend flustered. What could he say? No? But that's not what he wanted to say. Yes? What would Dave think of him if he said yes? 

A hand came up to unplug the earbud from John's ear, cupping his face immediately after. The albino parted his lips and leaned in, gently pressing their lips together. He gently sucked on John's bottom lip, gaining a surprised gasp; the bespectacled teen leaned back, letting Dave climb on top of him. Both of their hearts raced as the kiss went on, Dave tilting his head to avoid fogging their glasses.

John's hand reached up soon clinging onto Dave's shirt, his other hand raked into Dave's platinum blond hair. The dark haired teen desperately tried to keep up with Dave, mouth opening letting the other's tongue snake in. Things started to heat up, which fogged his glasses, but that was the last of his problems.

"Fuck this," grumbled Dave as he pulled back, taking off his shades before crushing his lips back together against Johns.

"Nnhh~"

The grip of John's hands tightened on Dave as the kiss deepened. His eyes cracked open, only to see Dave's closed eyes through his fogged glasses. Everything at that moment felt perfect, exhilarating, pure bliss. If possible, his heart could burst out of his chest from the adrenaline and excitement.

Soon after, Dave pulled away panting, eyes staring down at his best friend's red face. His heart was racing and body hot. He could see John's blue eyes opening, letting him know that he needed to slip on his shades before he fucks up his biggest secret. Dave remained sitting on John, catching his breath as his eyes lingered on John who took off his own glasses. 

"I...I gotta go piss," said Dave as he hurriedly got off of John and scurried away to the bathroom.

Alone in the bedroom now, he sat up staring at the open door. Taking his glasses, he wiped them clean and clear with his shirt before placing them back on his face. John continued to stare at the open door, thoughts lingering around in his mind; his hands reached up to gently touch his parted lips which still held the feel of Dave's lips. 

I'm not a homosexual.

I think.

(A slight shorter chapter than usual-)