I glanced over at my long time classmate, friend, and crush Davey Jacobs. Right now we were both in Biology, my last mandatory science for a standard diploma and one of Davey’s last for his advanced diploma. As I stared at him I looked at all the little things he was doing, like how his brow furrowed in concentration when he was writing and how his eyes lit up when he knew the answer to a question the teacher asked. I had been doing this for most of the class, and had accidentally ended up missing some of the notes. Glancing back down at my notebook I grimaced ‘Damn, I missed a lot more than I had thought.’ Sighing quietly I went through the list of other people in the class I could copy from, but most of the people that actually liked me never took very good notes either. Then it dawned on me; I could ask Davey to come over to my place to help me study and catch up on the notes! As soon as the excited thought entered my mind I dismissed it. ‘If I can barely focus when he's sitting a foot away from me in class there’s no way I’d be able to focus when he’d be sitting only a few inches away. Not only that but we’d be alone together in my room-’ I quickly cut off the thought out of embarrassment. Despite all the arguments against it, asking him for notes would probably be my best option.
Before I could stop myself I leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder “Hey Davey, I need your help with something,” I whispered to him.
He held up a finger and finished writing all the notes before he actually responded “What do you need this time, Jack?”
Hearing him say my name made my heart skip a beat “I missed most of the notes and I need help studying, can you come over to my place tomorrow”
He sighed “Sure, what time do you want me to come over?”
I thought for a moment “4:30 work for you?”
“Yeah, that should be fine.”
I smiled “See ya tomorrow then.”
“Mhm, and you should probably get to working on that assignment the teacher just gave out instead of putting it off until the very last minute, Jack.”
“In your dreams, Davey.”
The rest of the class I stared at him while doodling in a spare notebook until the final bell rang, signaling the end of school. I couldn’t stop smiling on the way home.
~
I opened my eyes, feeling refreshed and excited for the day that was to come. Kicking off my blankets I sprung up and crossed over to my closet to grab some clean clothes before heading to the bathroom. I took an extra-long shower to make sure I didn't have any paint left on me and to make sure I was as clean as I could be. Once I was done I got dressed and went downstairs to my living room. My adoptive mom Medda and my adopted brother Spot were in the kitchen baking, as they usually did on Saturdays. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 12:45, which was around the time I usually woke up on the weekend. I strolled into the kitchen and started looking around for something to eat.
“So he finally wakes from his eternal slumber,” my mom joked “if you're lookin’ for something to eat there's some leftover pancakes on the other counter sweetie.”
“Thanks ma,” I replied, giving her a quick hug.
Spot looked up from the batter he was mixing, “So what's got ya lookin’ all excited Jack?”
I couldn’t help but smile “Oh nothin’ much, Davey’s comin’ over is all.”
My mom gave me an exasperated look “When on earth are you going to ask that boy out? I bet he's dying to go on a date with you!”
I flushed and mumbled “He probably doesn’t like me back, ma, besides I don’t know if he even likes guys like that at all.”
“You should ask him then, so you can know for sure.”
I shook my head “I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, besides he might catch on if I ask him.”
Spot raised an eyebrow and glanced skeptically at me before pouring the batter into a greased pan “Hate to break it to ya Jack, but as smart as he is, kid’s denser than a brick wall. If he hasn’t caught on by now he probably never will unless somebody tells him.”
I frowned, he was right but he didn’t have to be so blunt about it. Then again blunt was usually Spot’s style, unless it came to his boyfriends of course. Around them he was a lot more sweet, and a lot more nervous too. I remembered the first time he asked one of them out he was practically in a panic before he went over to his house.
As Spot put the mystery baked good into the oven and set the timer mom wiped her hands on her apron before hanging it up. She turned back to me “So when is he coming over?”
“4:30”
“Well what perfect timing!”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Well your brother was planning on going out and spending a day with his boyfriends after these brownies are done and at 4:00 I have to go by the theater. After that I’m going to be meeting up with Teddy for a wonderful dinner that he offered to pay for, so I’m going to be gone until around 11:00 and Spot is going to stay the night at...whose house was it that you’re going to be at again?”
“I’ll be spending the night over at Race and Al’s apartment, so you’ll have most of the evenin’ to gro- uh, to gather some courage and ask him out.”
Mom smiled at his correction “Do you think you can take care of yourselves that long sweetie?”
I nodded, finishing up my pancakes before heading to the stairs “I’m gonna go clean up my room before he gets here,” I called over my shoulder.
“Alright, be safe while I’m gone, the both of you.”
“Okay mom.”
“Will do, ma.”
~
I nervously paced around the living room waiting for Davey to show up. Glancing at the clock I saw it was 4:20 and sighed. Normally the admittedly childish weed joke that lie in the time would’ve soothed me, but this time around it didn't. I continued pacing for several more minutes before realising that doing so would likely tire me out, so I opted for nervously perching on the couch instead. Trying to occupy my time I decided to scroll social media, but when I glanced at the clock on my phone it only read 4:24. Groaning I plopped my phone on the couch ‘Why is it that when you want time to move faster it always seems to slow down?’ I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed my notebook, figuring sketching would help the time pass quicker. Once I got back down the time on the clock was still the same. I sighed and sat back down, opening my sketchbook and flipping to a clean page. I briefly tried to think of what to draw, but instead decided to let my brain do its own thing. Putting the pencil on the paper I slowly started to sketch, beginning with construction lines and slowly building up to a rough sketch. Looking over the page after cleaning it up a bit I realised I had sketched Davey, big, clear, and right in the middle of the page. I blushed and glanced back at the clock, and as I read the time as 4:30 a knock sounded from the front door.
Panicking I called out “Just a moment!” before rushing to close my sketchbook and smooth out my clothes. I took a deep breath and made my way quickly to the door, psyching myself up a little on the way. When I opened the door my breath caught a little. There he was, standing with his back to the slowly lowering sun that lit up the edges of his hair like a halo.
He smiled at me and my heart melted “Hey Jack, can I come in?”
I blinked, startled “Oh, yeah sure” I said, stepping aside and holding the door open for him.
“Thank you, is there any specific place you wanted to study?”
I shut the door and asked “Is my room okay?”
He nodded and glanced around “Is your brother or mother home?”
“No they’re both out tonight, so it’s just me and you.”
He nodded again “Lead the way then.”
I led him up to my bedroom slowly, making sure he remembered where the kitchen and bathrooms were. Opening up the door to my room I smiled at him nervously “Here we are.”
He made his way over to my desk and set his stuff down like he had done plenty of times in the past when I missed notes or needed help studying. “So what do you want to work on first?’
I chuckled “Ya so businesslike Davey, would it kill you to just sit down and relax a little bit first?”
“I...suppose not,” he said sitting down on my bed. I sat next to him and put my arm around him in what I hoped was a comfortable and friendly way. As I looked over at him he seemed to blush a little when I did. He cleared his throat “So, uh, anything you want to talk about in particular?”
I shrugged before remembering what my mom and my brother had said. I felt my face heat up a little and I looked off to the side to try and keep him from seeing it. “So, how have ya been, Davey? Anythin’ interestin’ happen today?”
“Nah, not much, how about you Jackie?”
Hearing the nickname made my heart flutter and I was sure my face got at least a little bit redder when he said it. “Other than ma and Spot bein’ gone and havin’ you here nothin’ much has happened with me either.”
Davey shifted around a little and then cleared his throat again. The silence was getting awkward but it was taking most of my brain power to ignore how nice it felt to have my arm around him. Suddenly he looked up at me, startling me a bit.
“Hey Jack?”
“Yeah Dave?’
He looked really nervous, in a really adorable way.
“I’ve been meaning to...I’ve been meaning to ask you something kind of personal.”
My heart sped up even more, ‘Could this be what I think it is?’ I tried to keep my voice steady as I answered “Y-yeah?” Silently I cringed at the slight stutter that appeared.
He took a few deep breaths “Sorry for asking but are...are you gay?”
I blinked in shock, I definitely didn’t expect him to ask that. “Uhh, not quite, I’m bi actually.”
He let out a breath and I felt his shoulders relax.
“What about you?”
“Huh?”
“Are you gay?”
“Um, I’m not really sure what I am yet but I like boys if that’s what you're asking.”
I tried my hardest to fight the smile that wanted to spread across my face ‘That means there's a chance he likes me!’ “So, is there anybody you like?”
“Uh, wha-what?”
“Do you like anyone?”
An adorable blush spread across his face “Why do yo-ou want to know?”
I shrugged, “Just asking, but judging by that cute blush you have I’d say you do.”
“What did you say?”
I froze in shock, my brain just now registering what I had said. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to maintain my cool.
He looked down “Nevermind...we should probably get to studying,” he mumbled. I frowned, I didn’t want to move away from him but I did still need the notes. He got up and crossed over to my desk, pulling his notebook out of his bag “Ready to get to work?”
“Yeah.”
~
Sighing I dropped my pencil down in frustration. Davey had been trying to explain the notes to me for the past several minutes but I kept zoning out listening to him talk, his voice was just too pretty and too wonderful to listen to. Defeatedly I rested my head against my notebook and I stretched my arms out, feeling the cool wood of my floor underneath my fingers. After a brief moment of sulking I felt Davey place his hand on mine, trying to comfort me. The contact sent a jolt through my body and my skin tingled where he was touching it.
“It’s alright if you don’t get it yet, Jackie, we can move on to something else for now if you’d like,” he said softly.
I shook my head “It’s no use, Davey,” I mumbled dejectedly.
“Nonsense,” he said determined, “you might have given up but I haven’t. I know you’ve got more smarts stashed up in that head of yours than you let on,” he continued. He picked up my hand and squeezed it, no doubt another attempt at being reassuring, and my hand reflexively curled around his.
“You don’t get it, Davey,” I pushed myself up and into a sitting position “I’m not going to be able to get any of this and I know exactly why.”
“Well then why don’t you tell me so I can get it?”
I looked away, biting my lip “Because if I tell you there’s a lot of things that can go really really wrong.”
Davey smiled good-naturedly “Well you already told me you’re bi, it probably can't really go much more wrong than that could’ve.”
I pursed my lips “Yeah but this is...more personal than that.”
Davey looked at me very seriously “Well in that case you don’t have to tell me, I just thought I might be able to help if I knew.”
Nervously I wondered if he could actually help, if I told him and he rejected me I’d be crushed, and focusing would be even harder. If he stopped being my friend...I didn’t want to think about that. On the other hand if I told him and he was indifferent I’d still be in the same place I’m in right now. Even though I didn't think it was possible a small part of me thought ‘And what would you do if he likes you back?’ I allowed myself to entertain the idea for a moment. If he did like me back then maybe...maybe I would finally stop pining. I could get all these thoughts about kissing him and holding his hand and cuddling with him out of my head by doing it, and I could possibly be with him for a long time after this too. Despite everything that could go wrong the thought of actually being with him and maybe even staying with him for a long time made me feel giddy. So once again I found myself speaking before I could think about what I was saying.
“Actually, yeah, I think it would be better to just tell you.”
His eyes sparkled with interest and kindness. He was ready to provide support for me, even if he didn’t know what I was going to say. The fact that even as a friend he cared about me so much warmed my heart, but it made me do a double take. If I told him then all of that care and support could vanish from my life forever. I hesitated for a long time, weighing the possibilities again before I decided to speak. “I really hope that what I’m about to say doesn't hurt our friendship…” the words were tumbling out of my mouth, completely out of control “but I really like you Davey, as in...I love you.”
His eyes widened in shock as I sat, petrified at my admittance of the truth. He was silent for several moments that seemed infinite before I could see in his eyes that he had fully understood what I had said. Understanding and what looked like relief washed over his face and made his eyes sparkle in that gorgeous way that I rarely saw, the way that made it look like someone had taken every star in the galaxy and put them in his eyes.
A breathtakingly beautiful smile gently spread across his face, lighting it up like a supernova bursting into existence right in front of my eyes “I love you too,” he whispered.
Suddenly, joy overtook me like a riptide, but unlike a regular one this was one I never wanted to escape. I stared at him in open adoration, joyful that I could finally tell him all those things I had been keeping inside, like how hearing his voice made my heart flutter, or how seeing his face made it skip a beat. I could tell him I loved him as many times as I wanted to and I could finally hold his hand without fear of him catching on that I was crushing on him. I felt immensely freed by the fact that he felt the same way. Overcome by joy I looked at him and nervously asked quietly, “Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you’d never ask, of course you can Jackie.”
I grabbed his face gently in my hands and leaned forward, having waited for this moment my whole life. When our lips connected it felt just as amazing as I had thought it would be. The butterflies in my stomach has increased dramatically and my mind went blank in sheer bliss. Joy exploded inside of me like fireworks going off, and my lips tingled, just like my whole body did when I was close to him. He pulled back and I subconsciously tried to follow, caught up in the joy of the moment. He chuckled “Easy there Jackie, I still need to breathe.” Flushing I muttered an apology before leaning back to take in his face. He was blushing deeply and he looked a little starstruck, but he still looked like the smart collected guy I had loved since I laid eyes on him.
“Davey?”
“What is it, Jackie?”
I grinned at him “You look gorgeous, you always do. I love how your eyes light up when you know something and I love how you look when you’re concentrating. I love how sweet and smart you are and I love hearing the sound of your voice. I love everything about you and I have since we first met.” I couldn't believe that I could finally say everything I had been keeping inside for so long openly now, it felt incredible. He blushed deeper and looked back at me “I love everything about you too Jackie, you’re so wonderful in so many ways that I can’t even begin to name them.” I smiled back at him lovingly before leaning into another kiss.
This one was just as good as the last, and yet somehow it was better. As I was kissing him I kept remembering through the haze in my brain that this was Davey, my Davey. That I was kissing my longest time crush, that I was dating him. It blew me away that I was doing all this, being in a relationship and kissing him. He was better than any masterpiece could ever be, and I got the privilege to be kissing him right now. Just thinking about him made me feel happy beyond belief, and now he was mine. He broke apart for air again and I rested my forehead against his, eyes still closed as I listened to him catch his breath. Lost in a sea of sheer wonder and comfort I acted without thinking and slid my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. Every molecule in my body seemed like it was magnetized towards him, and I couldn’t have been happier to be able to hold him close.
Wordlessly I leaned back and brought a hand up to his hair. It looked gorgeous as always and since I had realised I liked him I’ve been wanting to comb my hand through it. It was as soft as it had looked and when I started running my hand through it he relaxed, a small smile on his face. Deciding to test a theory I started to pet his hair, and just as I thought he might he leaned into the touch. “So I guess I was right, you’re a bottom aren’t you?”
His eyes flew open and a deep crimson blush spread across is face “Wh-hat?”
I laughed, deep and pure “You’re so cute when you blush like that Davey, and what I asked was "Are you a bottom?”
His blush deepened and I saw the tips of his ears burning red too “Why would you think I was a bottom?” he squeaked.
I leaned closer to him, smirking “Probably because of how much you liked me petting you,” I said lifting up his head a little. He looked at me for a moment, thoroughly embarrassed, before he tried turning his head away from me. Gently I grabbed his chin and moved his head so it was facing me, but his eyes were cast downwards. I stared at him for a bit, drinking in his beauty “Look at me,” I quietly commanded. Slowly, almost reluctantly his eyes rose up to meet mine “Are you a bottom, Davey?”
He looked at me with a hint of defiance in his eyes “And what if I am, huh?”
“No need to get so defensive sweetheart,” I murmured before a devilish smirk slunk onto my face. I leaned in even closer, making sure he was looking me in the eyes “In fact, I really like bottoms, especially cute ones like you.”
He looked like he was about to die of embarrassment and I half thought he was going to say something back. Instead he let out a low whine in response. The noise sent a rush through me, it was so gratifying to hear it in a way that I could never explain. “You’re so adorable, Davey,” I purred “and such a good, good boy.” As much as I would have liked to see his reaction to the praise, it had to wait for a later time, because I wanted to kiss him so badly that I couldn’t last another second. I crashed my lips onto his and I wound both of my hands in his hair. I kissed him with such force that it drove him backwards, not enough to hurt him but just enough to show him that I was in charge, and just enough to make him lean backwards too. Slowly I drove him back until he way laying flat, me hovering over top of him. He wound his arms around my waist and the tingling sensation returned, enhanced by the entrancing moment. I hungrily clenched my fists in his hair as I started moving my lips against his. He responded in kind, matching me perfectly, as if we were made for each other. My brain had long since short-circuited, looping through fragmented thoughts with the same subject, him. Though my mind was hazy I knew one thing, that I loved him more than I loved anything else, other than my mom and my brother of course. I knew that I would love him until the end of time and long after. That I would love him and make sure he knew, because he deserved to feel loved.
The electrifying moment was only broken when he signaled a need for air again. I pulled away but he had barely taken a breath before he had crashed his mouth back onto mine. The haze in my mind returned and my body buzzed back to life, electricity waking up every nerve. For the first time since we met I focused on how he felt. How nice it was to have him underneath me, to have his arms around me. How electrifying the kiss was, and how soft his hair felt in my hands. Everything about this moment felt exhilarating and wonderful, and I wished I could have lived in it forever.
With my mind fuzzy and my knees weak from the kiss I broke apart from him reluctantly, figuring that if it went on any longer I might just collapse. Out of breath I stared down at him again, taking in his absolute beauty. I gave him a soft peck on the lips “Ya look so gorgeous, ya know that, Davey?”
He smiled at me “Thank you Jackie, you’re real handsome yourself, I love you.”
“Well after that I sure hope ya do or else this would just be weird,” I joked “I love you too Davey, to the ends of the universe and back.”
At this he leaned his head up and gave me a soft kiss “I love you just as much, Jackie, but as wonderful as all this is you still need the notes.”
I laughed, loud and clear, in a way that I hadn't in a while “Ya probably right sweetheart, an’ now that I’m yours I might just be able to focus this time.”
“Was that why you said it was hopeless? I was distracting you too much?”
“More like I kept spacing out listening to ya. Ya voice is just so pretty an’ calmin’ that I almost fell asleep a couple times,” I said somewhat sheepishly.
His blush flared back up “Thank you so much, Jackie, if you start dozing off though just let me know, okay?”
“Okay, and I’ll try not to get too lost in lookin’ at ya gorgeous face either darlin’.”
He smiled “Alright...hey Jack?”
I quirked an eyebrow at him.
“If we’re going to study you’re probably going to have to get off of me.”
I laughed ‘Sorry, I just love seein’ ya underneath me so much that I never thought about that.”
He looked incredibly embarrassed and adorable “Sh-shut up and just let me get to my notes.”
I kissed his nose lightly “Ya look real cute when you’re all embarrassed, sweetheart.” In response he pouted and let out another small whine before trying to slide out from under me. Seeing his attempt I found myself stuck between two choices, either get up and make it easier for him, or flirt and make him even more flustered by trapping him. I took a brief moment to weigh my options before I leaned down and kissed him on the lips again, soft, chaste, and lingering.
Once I pulled back I found him pouting again, “Jack, we really have to study, I mean it.”
I started petting his hair again, relishing how soft it was “We can always study later, Davey, we got plenty of time to relax and hang out before my mom is back.”
He frowned, looking like he was trying to fight melting into my touch as hard as he could. He opened his mouth to retort but before I let him I wound my fingers in his hair again and gave it a slight tug. He closed his mouth and his eyes fluttered shut as he let out a low whine in response. I leaned back off of him and untangled my hand from his hair. He pouted about it for a moment before standing up and brushing himself off, trying to regain his composure.
“Thank you for le- ah!”
I cut him off as I plopped down on the bed and gently tugged him down with me, catching him off guard. He frowned at me and opened his mouth to say something again but I cut him off with a simple raise of my eyebrow, daring him to challenge my authority.
Flushing, he shut his mouth and furrowed his brow just slightly, still unwilling to let go of trying to study. “Good boy,” I purred, offering him a shameless smile in response to his disapproval. He blushed more and looked down at his lap. I shifted closer to him and pulled him into my side before kissing him on the top of his head. “Anythin’ you wanna do, darlin’?”
He took a deep, unsteady breath and looked up at me “Uh, could you show me some of your art? If you’ve made any more of course.” Hearing the slight waver in his voice that was no doubt from nervousness, embarrassment, or some combination of the two I brushed another kiss to his lips before getting up. I stalked over to my desk before I picked up my sketch pads and assorted notebooks that I used for drawing. Briefly the thought of the one I’d abandoned downstairs flashed through my mind. I asked Davey if he minded me running down and getting it quickly to which he said that he didn’t mind at all.
I chucked the books on to the bed “feel free to go through those if you want, I’ll be back soon, darlin’.”
I quickly ran down the stairs and jumped to the bottom three steps up before scooping up the sketchbook I was drawing in right before his arrival. Not wanting to stay away from him for too long I bounded back up the stairs to my room. Upon opening the door I saw him thumbing through one of the books, looking at it in what seemed to be awe and adoration. Smiling I strode over to where he was sitting and eased down into the bed behind him so I could look over his shoulder. Taking a glance at the page he was on I did a double take and started trying to sputter out a weak excuse. He turned to me and silenced me by giving me a warm smile “You...you really like drawing me don’t you?”
I blushed before mumbling “What’s the color of the cover of that one?”
He shot me a quizzical glance but obliged my request “Red with little seemingly hand drawn black hearts and swirls on the corners and edges, why?”
I groaned, burying my face into the crook of his neck “I wanted to know if it was the one that only had drawings of you in it.”
“Is it?”
I had no doubt that he could feel my blush as I nodded, thoroughly embarrassed beyond belief.
“There’s a lot of drawings in here,” he noted.
“It’s entirely full, there isn’t one single blank page in that book.”
He jolted, a little startled no doubt “Not a single blank page?”
I shook my head “Not one.”
I was half tempted to feel his face to see if he was blushing but I figured he was anyways so instead I gently put my arms around him, face still buried in his neck. He leaned into me slightly before continuing to thumb through the book. After a good few moments I heard him pause, suck in a breath, and mumble something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out. Lifting my head I peered over his shoulder and looked at the drawing. Despite how embarrassing it was I couldn’t help but smile at the picture, it was one I had done of him wearing a flower crown. Sappy, yeah, but I figured it would be cute, and when I finished the drawing I found out I was right. It was one of the few drawings I had done in the notebook entirely in color, no regular pencil marks to be seen. I originally wanted to do it in regular colored pencil so I could practice with it as a medium, but I wanted it to come out perfect, so I instead settled for a middleground of paints and colored pencil by using my watercolor colored pencils. I was glad I used them though, because doing the drawing helped me learn several new ways to use them. As usual my artist’s eye and the overbearing self criticism that many other artists seem to have pointed out trouble areas and issues with the color. Instead of stewing in my mistakes though, I chose to look at how good it was for a medium I wasn’t super familiar with, and how gorgeous Davey looked in it in general.
Davey looked back at me slowly, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide. I gave him an embarrassed smile and opened my mouth to explain it to him. Before I could say anything though, he interrupted me.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, voice barely more than a breath.
I blushed and shrugged my shoulders, “I will say it’s pretty good for a medium I wasn’t very used to, and I am pretty happy with how well it came out.”
He looked back at it and I felt myself get nervous ‘What if he finds a mistake and points it out or thinks you’re a bad artist?’ I scowled for a moment, memory of his wonder-filled face chasing them away ‘He loves it, and he loves me.’ I was sure of that.
Still studying the drawing he tentatively asked “How long did it take for you to do this?”
I thought way back to when I did the drawing, sorting through my memories of the time “I’d say just that flower crown alone took me maybe a little short of an hour, since I’m practiced at drawing nature. For you, hmm…” I thought for another long while, trying to piece together how long it had taken me “I’d say anywhere between three and five hours, which was pretty fast considering how inexperienced I was. That usually happens when I’m drawing you, I end up going faster than I do with other drawings, even when I’m being meticulous. Probably because I love what I’m drawing, though.” The statement popped out of my mouth before I had realized, but I didn’t do anything to cover it up because it was the truth.
He blushed before mumbling “I can’t imagine what it’s like to just sit down and draw one person for even two hours, much less three to five.”
I shrugged again “Well once I get really into a drawing or I really want to draw it it can feel like I only spent a few minutes on it but when I check the time it’s been three hours. Not only that but once I’m in the zone it feels like I could draw forever, and the only time that stops is if I’m forced to take a break or if I get really frustrated or tired out because of it. Since I was drawing somebody I loved getting into that zone was easy, and sitting down for anywhere from a little under four hours to a little under six is nothing, I barely even felt it.” He looked back at me for a brief moment, looking relatively shocked before he moved on to thumb through the rest of the book. As he went he looked at all manner of mediums and materials. Cardstock tucked into a special pocket that was laden with oil pastels, watercolor pencils, sharpie, pencil and more. We passed drawings done on the actual pages and small sketches taped in or on sticky notes stuck all around. Occasionally he would spend an extra long amount of time admiring a drawing or he would ask me how long one of them took. By the time we had finished looking through the book his face was glowing both with wonder and an adorable blush.
Smiling I tapped another book and said there were some more scattered throughout it and got up, promising him I would be back soon. Rushing into my closet I took out an old polaroid camera I had bought, trying to expand my artistic interests through photography, and also to be able to quickly print out reference images for things I wanted to draw later. I hid it behind my back and peeked out of the closet, asking Davey to keep still and just keep looking through the book. He nodded distantly, as if he didn’t even hear me and I brought out the camera. With precision I had learned partially through the internet and mostly through experimentation I swapped a few lenses until I found the one I wanted, adjusted the zoom and took a picture. After I took it I kept the camera steady until it finished printing, a superstition I had picked up myself from having too many accidental misprints in my earlier years.
Once it printed I snatched it up before it could fall to the floor and examined it. The model I had was more digital so I didn’t need a darkroom to develop it, which was a relief. Satisfied with how it came out I tucked the camera into it’s case and carried it over to the bed, setting it down on the floor next to it.
As if he finally noticed what I was doing Davey looked away from my sketchbook, “What’s that, Jackie?”
Hearing the nickname he gave me in his gorgeous voice was still exhilarating. “A picture,” I replied “of you.”
He blinked “Can I see it?”
I nodded, “Sure, just be careful not to smudge anything, yeah?”
He nodded and took the picture from my slightly outstretched hand, studying it for a moment, “Why’d you take a picture of me looking through your book?”
I smiled brightly at him before answering with, “Because ya looked so pretty. You were blushin’ and your expression made me feel worthwhile, breathless. You looked so happy and I could tell you genuinely liked looking at my art. The moment was so beautiful I wanted to preserve it forever, and drawing it would’ve taken too long at the time, I hope you don’t mind.”
He smiled softly at me “That’s so sweet of you, Jackie,” again, my heart skipped a beat and he looked down at the picture before handing it back to me, “it looks great.”
I smiled back at him, feeling warmth bloom in my chest, unlike any I had ever felt before as I crossed my room to the corkboard I kept to pin my favorite pictures and references for drawing projects I wanted or needed to do. I sifted through the colors of my pins and took out one that stood or home, two that stood for beauty, and a final one that indicated it was something I wanted to draw.
Most likely noticing my meticulous sifting Davey asked from across the room, “Do the pins have some type of special meaning?”
I pinned up the picture and nodded “The blue ones stand for something that reminds me of, feels like, or is home. The pink is for things I find particularly beautiful, and the red if for things I want to draw. Once I finally get around to drawing it, I'll take the red pin out and replace it with another color, probably yellow,” I said, voice softening as I turned to him, offering a shy smile.
“What does yellow stand for?”
“Things that make me happy,” I stated simply.
He blushed and met my eyes and I could see the love in them, the love for me in his gorgeous eyes, “You make me happy too, Jackie.”
Still smiling I crossed back over to him and cupped his face with my hand before leaning in for another kiss. This one was wildly different from the earlier electrifying one we had shared. The second my lips touched his I still felt the tingle, but more than anything I felt an overwhelming sense of calm and serenity. I was awake, alive and full of energy, yet I was calm and relaxed at the same time. The fog that settled over my mind was either calmer, or it blended it with the quiet that now replaced my every thought. A sense of equanimity washed over me and everything in the world felt right at that moment. Gently we broke apart from each other, still smiling and I looked into his eyes.
“You’re so pretty, Davey,” I said, kissing his nose lightly “so so pretty.”
He leaned his forehead against mine “Thank you Jack, you’re just as handsome.”
I chucked “Thanks ya big sap, I love you.”
He rolled his eyes “You’re the sappy one here, but I love you too.”
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Study Date - Javid (Jack Kelly x Davey Jacobs)
Short Storymodern au jack invites davey over to study and it gets kinda gay to the roughly 60 of you guys that read this tysm honestly i didnt expect anyone to read this #37 in javey :0?????
