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John froze up. Counting his freckles? He hadn't thought of it, but it was a little amusing to think someone would do that. He might have been counting. He didn't pay attention if he did.
"There's... about three hundred," he joked, receiving a laugh, "I'm kidding. I just like them. They look nice on you." Dave's eyebrows furrowed a little bit, his lips pursing before he chuckled softly.
"Oh? What else do you like?" he asked, giving a flirtatious smile towards his companion. John knew it was just a joke, but he couldn't help but get a tad bit jittery in response. He leaned forward ever so slightly, shifting into an upright position.
"Well, uh... I like... I like your cheeks," he said smoothly, smiling shyly at the taller blond. Dave began to move a bit closer, his lips pulling into a smirk. He was obviously amused by his response, a small laugh proceeding from his lips.
John was more than tense. His crush was less than six inches away from his face and was asking what he liked about him. Well, who wouldn't be nervous about that? It was terrifying to him, to have him so close and to be learning those things. They were only deep thoughts and he'd never even shown anyone that he'd liked him. The thought that Dave knew scared him. John didn't want him to know. He was anxious that he would confront him about and end up not reciprocating.
"Anything else?" Dave teased, leaning forward a little bit more.
"Well, um.. I'd have to say that... I like your lips," John said slowly. His cheeks were flushed a gentle red at that point, his eyes on Dave's as he searched his shades for some view of his eyes. Dave snorted in response, scooting closer so that their knees were touching. His hands crawled onto his hips, resting comfortably on the soft curve of his pelvis. His lips were pulled into a smile and his shades slid down ever so slightly to show his fiery red irises. What he said next seriously threw him off.
"My lips? D'you wanna see what they taste like?"
Oh. OH. John froze up. His whole body screamed for him to lean in and kiss him, but his brain protested in the fear that it was just a joke. A cruel joke to play with him and see if he would do anything. His tongue licked his own bottom lip as he began shaking in nervousness, but also excitement. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to tell him how much he cared about him and how long he'd been pining for him. He wanted to pull him into his arms and hold him and kiss all over his face. It all clicked and he found himself leaning in until their noses touched. Dave's breath was hot on his lips and it just made his heart pound against his ribs.
"Yeah... I do," he responded, his hands resting on the sides of Dave's neck. His lips trembled and his heart fluttered in anxiety. This was it. It was do or die. Er, kiss or die. His heart was up in his throat and he couldn't help but begin to quiver in paranoia. He squirmed a little bit, and he nearly pulled back until he felt Dave's fingers brushing along his waist reassuringly. Dave didn't move past brushing his lips over the shorter's, humming softly. It seemed like he wanted to take everything slow. Slow like John wanted it. The smaller's lips pressed against his partner's, almost feather light. Dave reciprocated and pulled him closer to deepen their kiss.
He was excited. Way more excited about this kiss than he ever thought he could be. He tasted like orange juice and mint gum, a combination that he never thought would be so good. Well, partly because it was Dave. He didn't know how long they had their lips pushed together, but when he felt Dave pull back, his eyes snapped open. His whole face was dark red, a smile on his face pulling up his lips. Dave gave a small chuckle and leaned in, pressing his lips to his forehead.
"So, is this gonna happen every time I stare at your freckles?" John questioned as his arms looped around his neck. A soft laugh emanated from the blond's throat and he shrugged, leaning back against the couch.
"Not if you won't be my boyfriend," he purred in response as John pecked his lips. The words made him shiver and excitement bubbled up in his throat. This was it. Everything he wanted was right in front of him. Now to execute his response perfectly.
"Well, Mr. Strider. I think I have an opening for the position," he joked, resting against his chest.
"Then you've got the job, Egbert," came Dave's reply, a laugh falling past his lips.
"You've got the job."