Title:(Never) What You Wanted - Part 4: Love at First Slightly Drunk
Warnings: Internalized Homophobia and homophobic dialogue
Disclaimer: This story is all about John’s struggle with his own self-identity, please take the above warnings into consideration. It’s not a grim story, just a painful one at times, since it’s all about change.
Author’s Note: Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this part! I’m going to post this and go work on another fic for a little bit and try to get it all ACTUALFAX FINISHED. I love you all so much. Have a happy Labor Day (ahahaha) and have a chapter that is about 5k longer than these usually are!
I also want to say thank you, so so much for everything all of you have done. This story wouldn’t exist without all of you guys’ constant support and enthusiasm for this continuity of prompts.
Summary: You kiss him.
It’s different when you mean it, when you twist your body against his with the full intention of following through and keeping him afterwards, when the arousal pounding into you in time with your pulse is definitely something you want. You bite the curve of his lips, lick into his mouth in wet and filthy motions. The entire kiss is slightly desperate and mostly vicious, a thing born of a conversational stand-still, and for a while, it seems like Dave might even respond, his mouth moving with you almost out of habit.
You don’t know when this all went wrong.
Part Summary: On the arm rest next to you, Dave’s arm is pressed against yours, elbow to wrist, warm and familiar. You could just reach over and grab his hand. You could tangle your fingers with his. You could hold his hand and feel his skin, familiar and foreign at the same time, and you wonder if it would settle the nervousness sparking inside of you.