Right Hand On My Heart

No Control

He's staring out the window from the second floor when he hears a loud motorcycle pull up in front of his house. Dave has the curtains drawn back slightly so he can peek through them. He spies James coming to a stop just at the curb with Kirk holding onto him from behind. There's something about the way Kirk holds onto James for a few seconds too long that doesn't sit well with Dave, but he tries to ignore it. After a moment, Kirk hops off the bike and steps onto the sidewalk where he hovers close to James' side.

They seem to exchange a few words, smiling briefly, before Kirk lays a gentle hand on James' shoulder and lets it slowly inch down to his bicep in a fleeting gesture. James acknowledges it with a little glance. Kirk pulls his hand away, playing with his hair a little, and takes a step back, waving goodbye as James revs up his motorcycle. James nods his head at Kirk, saying something, but Dave can't quite make it out. He's probably just saying his goodbyes as well, but Dave can't help the tinge of jealousy that washes through him as he watches the exchange.

Dave needs to calm down. Nothing happened. They were just talking. On top of that, Dave needs to keep his cool if he's about to do what he's going to do. Dave draws the curtains closed and makes his way down stairs when he sees James drive away and Kirk starting to walk towards the front door. He jogs down the stairs and slips into the kitchen to make it look like he was busy preparing tidying up. Dave still wasn't a hundred percent sure how he was going to approach the subject, but he figures he'll just wing it and see what happens.

The faint jingling of keys and the sound of the door being unlocked comes shortly after Dave gets to the kitchen. He can hear the door open and shut promptly followed by a ruffling noise. Dave is wiping down the counter when Kirk pops his head into the room, grinning from ear to ear. Christ, he is so beautiful. His cute smile, his gentle eyes, his soft hair... Dave got lucky for sure. Unfortunately, it only makes it harder for Dave to believe that Kirk has stayed faithful all this time, which then reminds him of the possible Kirk and Marty affair. This was going to be hard.

"Hey!" Kirk greets, ducking into the kitchen looking all sorts of chipper.

Kirk skips over to Dave and nearly pounces on him from excitement. He wraps his arms around Dave's neck and presses in close to him, pecking the older man on the lips.

"Hey baby," Dave replies, holding onto Kirk's waist as he stares down into deceptively innocent eyes. "You have a good time?"

"Yeah," Kirk says. He hums in approval when Dave reciprocates his kiss. "You okay? Did you get something to eat?"

"I'm fine, sweetheart. Don't worry about me," he assures. "James get you home safely?"

"I'm still in one piece. How did things go at the club? You talk to Marty?"

He knows Kirk is just curious to hear how everything went after he left, but it seems awfully convenient that Kirk would bring up Marty of all people. It made Dave suspicious, sure, but maybe he was reading too much into it. Then again, Marty had also asked questions concerning Kirk when they had their little chat earlier. Everything was just fitting together almost too coincidentally for his taste. Either way, it served as a good segue to approach the subject of Kirk's supposed infidelity.

"Yeah, I did," Dave says slowly, grip loosening on Kirk just a little. His gaze darts off to the side for a moment, like he can't quite bring himself to look Kirk in the eyes. "Speaking of Marty, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it? Is Marty okay?" Kirk beseeches quickly, worried expression erasing his cheerful one almost instantaneously.

"Yeah, baby, he's fine," Dave tells him solemnly. He lets go of Kirk entirely and steps away from him, putting a little bit of distance between them. "I, uh, just wanna ask you a question and I expect you to be completely honest with me."