dumb boys becoming dumb hipster boys.

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[John met Dave at a fashion shoot two years ago. Kanaya had been holding a fashion show and Dave had agreed to be one of the models in it, this is when John was trying to dabble in photography as the person behind the camera. He found he really had no talent for it at all, instead he graduated with a degree photo processing. So Kanaya had kept him on board after they found a new photographer.

That's when John officially met Dave. Dave was a special kind of guy. No college degree, just a knack for what he loved to do. John had seen some of Dave's work through some hipster tumblr blog. The photos had been obviously raw, no processing- but he had to admit Dave has this special ability to take the PERFECT shot. It makes him jealous that he decided to not pursue the career behind the camera.

But as talented as Dave may be, he's also like any other person John works with. He's kind of picky when it comes to how his photos are processed and while John sometimes gets some of the shots processed how Dave wants them. He doesn't always get it right the first time. Which makes Dave complain and become high maintenance which in return causes John to complain about Dave to Rose. Today he decides to bring three different options. The model was Rose, an absolutely beautiful girl who she knew through Kanaya. Who better to model your clothing line than your girlfriend, right?]

Hey, Dave.

[He walks into the studio with three of her prints, all processed differently. It looks like John has been behind the computer for quite some time being as careful as he could to process them the three different ways he knows Dave likes. He never thought of even trying anything new.

When he approaches Dave he holds them out.] I finished three separate prints, and one of them has to go to Kanaya by tomorrow evening. Which one do you like best?

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[knightime]

[Dave raises an eyebrow at the other.]

Not often. If you mean when I actually have to model, then yeah, but you wouldn't guess the photographer in the ratty old sweater is the same guy who posed in a suit for Vogue.

Is there a reason you wanted to do this? [He still thinks John has another reason for this.]

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[John doesn't move. But he does put his camera to his side. He doesn't understand why. He doesn't.]

I thought the photographer in the ratty old sweater was pretty damn attractive too.

I dunno, I never got a chance to actually photograph a model by myself. Maybe I wanted to spend more time with you. We eat Taco Bell and get drunk together, but we don't do much outside of that. [Dancing around all of the reasons.]

[knightime]

You're a load of bullshit. If people didn't know my name, they'd think I'm just some unhygienic asshole who somehow made it big.

[He can't actually believe John would find him attractive unless he made an effort to look nice.]

Okay. But you can easily call or text me and ask me to hang out. You're really fucking shitty at lying. If you're gonna give me an excuse, at least make it up to par. What is up, John.

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Regardless, to me, you're attractive. Can't help what I'm attracted to Dave. I guess it happens to be blonde guys in frumpy sweaters.

[Man, can't John just stare? And be amazed? Why does he have to answer questions.]

Right, but I just didn't want to be like "Oh hey man are you busy at this second", every single time I want to hang out. What is up? Nothing is up. I just called you attractive and wanted to hang out more is all.

[knightime]

John. The only person I drop all my shit for to hang out is you. Maybe Rose, but there's reasons for that usually. You're the only asshole I spend a shit amount of time for.

If you aren't going to spit it out, I'm fucking leaving. [He's not fucking around, John.]

What the fuck is up.

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[That was really kind of endearing. They never really put a label on their partnership, but to John this sounds like they are basically best friends. John doesn't really know how to come out and say he's been fancying a more than friendship feeling for Dave.

So he just kind of sits in Dave's lap. Right where he was just standing over.]

Wait now, don't leave. Leaving is not what needs to happen. You staying is definitely what needs to happen. Plus I'm kind of preventing you from going anywhere with my fat ass.

[Hmm.]

What is up? I don't know what is up. A lot of things are up! I'm on your lap, we're having this awkward discussion. I might be jumping the gun on a thought. But not really? We've known each other for quite some time Dave. Maybe I like you or something.

[knightime]

[Dave obviously has to have the backbone in this relationship. Which is funny because he was usually never hesitant about voicing himself. It's just a little different in this situation. He isn't really a people person and admitting to any type of feelings towards anyone was usually uncommon for him.]

You're sitting on me. [He can't actually leave.] Although fat ass isn't what I'd usually think of. You're kind of not fat at all, let's be fuckin' honest.

Maybe you like me? [Dave isn't playing this half ass game. You either like him or you don't.]

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[Clearly Dave has a lot of the backbone if John just isn't doing what he needs to do. John really just wants to voice his feelings but he is having trouble with that particular thing. So he shifts a little in Dave's lap and sighs.]

Okay I'm gonna be really fucking honest then. Look Dave I've always had kind of a friend crush on you but never really thought it was going to grow into anything else. But hey lookie the fuck here. I'm sitting on your lap confessing my hearts true fucking feelings to you and I'm freaking way the fuck out because I don't know how you're going to react to it, okay?

[knightime]

You're fuckin' dumb. [Dave yanks the front of John's shirt forward, pulling him close enough that he can press his lips against John's.]

You're so damn stupid. Like, Rose has probably been trying to convince you to actually do something about it stupid. [Dave has always been aware of his own feelings. He just has enough history that being the one to initiate it tended to end in less favorable odds for him.] You deal with my shit. You spend time with me more often than not. You're really shit at reading things.

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I'm not du-- [Oh. Oh. Those are definitely lips on his lips. Well, this was not exactly what he expected but this is what he wanted.]

Probably. Maybe I just didn't know how to do something about it. [This took a long time of convincing okay. He didn't know how to handle these types of feelings. They were strange.] I've dealt with a lot of shit in my life, yours isn't anywhere near the worst. Plus, spending time with you is like my favorite thing to do. We have a lot of the same interests.

[He laughs.] But I am super shit at reading things. You go me there. [He leans forward. Letting their noses touch.] Sorry for taking so long.

[knightime]

You're a piece of shit, John. [And he says that daily, but there's never malice in his words. There's never a tone that implies he actually thinks that. Just that Dave said mean things. He was a bully and a brat and he closed himself away from most people.]

You're always slow with everything. How am I going to get anywhere when you drag your feet? [He sounds mostly exasperated.] What took you so long, this time?

Did my creepy ass eyes completely enthrall you or something?

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[John just laughs, he knows how Dave is. He's known for while. Which is probably why he wants to kick himself in the ass for being so slow with the feelings train.]

I'm not slow with everything, gosh! [He shrugs, nosebumping Dave gently again.]

You enthrall me. It's not just your eyes dude. Having a crush on your best friend is kind of jarring at first. Like. How was I supposed to know you were chill with this?

[knightime]

You're slow at everything that isn't eating food or making stupid ideas.

You're gonna have to make up for your slowness, John. Don't think I'll let you get off easy. I'm expecting you to know how to make up for your shitty blunder. No one likes waiting this long. [Dave rolls his eyes slightly.] Do I seem like the type of person who'll drop you just cause you told me you like me?

Give me more credit than that, asshole.

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[He rolls his eyes, but in the very least Dave isn't lying!]

I'd been trying to figure out a way to bring it up that wasn't being a huge creep. Not that this wasn't me kind of being a little creepy. [Man he feels like a shitty guy.] Well, I wasn't sure. Sometimes you're pretty hard to read Dave!

[knightime]

You could just bring it up. Normal people that have feelings bring it up. You're obviously thinking too much into this. I mean, asking me to undo my shirt and take raunchy photos is pretty damn creepy versus just outright telling me. [Dave almost sounds amused.]

I know. I'm just giving you shit like always. I don't know why you always deal with it.

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Oh please they weren't that raunchy. I didn't ask you to make any of those poses. Bringing it up is just hard okay? I really like you and that is basically why what you call "dealing with it" is just another day for me. It isn't dealing with it if I want to deal with it.

I like being around you. Is that a crime? [Hmph! Take that Mister Strider!]

[knightime]

I could do raunchy if you want me to. [Dave raises an eyebrow at him.]

Oh. [Dave purses his lips a bit at that.] I don't get told that very often. Most people get tired of it. I used to get plenty of interest for my looks, but then they'd tell me they get disappointed by my personality. [It's partially why he stopped giving a shit about his looks and started wearing pretty frumpy clothing.]

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Only if you want to. I'm not telling you what poses to make here. [John raises one back. Of course he isn't gonna object to that.]

I don't see what could be a downer about your personality. Sure you can be a hardass. But shit wouldn't get done if you were any other way. They clearly can't appreciate someone who wants to get things done around here. [John holds the camera by his side for a moment and leans forward to press a kiss to Dave's lips. It was brief and probably pretty adorable since John is kind of looking away now. He's never really had anyone to give kisses to.]

[knightime]

John. I'm not a friendly person. [He's abrasive and hard to talk to at best. You're probably the only guy stubborn enough to keep trying.] Not everyone likes to put up with people like me.

And don't act so damn embarrassed just because you kissed me. Grow a pair, would you?

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[As to not damage the equipment he sets aside the camera and sits right back on Dave's lap. He looks a lot more serious than he did a moment ago. He'll cup Dave's face. Making sure the two of them are eye to eye.]

No you aren't a friendly person. In fact you're kind of an asshole. But you know what? I look past that. You're actually not a terrible guy. You tell the truth, and I don't see what is so wrong with that. If people can't take it, fine?

I don't give two shits how abrasive you are.

[He's worked up, and Dave is not taking him down off this one. He leans forward and kisses him again, and again.]

So Dave. This is why I'm growing a pair and asking you out. Will you go on a date with me? [Yes that does fucking include cheesy romantic shit. But hey. Who doesn't hold some kind of cliched love for cheesy romantics?]

[knightime]

It's not that easy. [Because he's the one that ends up kind of lonely, but he can't really change himself to try and fit into some mold people expect him to fit. It's frustrating.]

And working with me is different from dating me. [And he doesn't want John to get tired of him when they start dating. He's not really dating material.

Despite his words, he presses a kiss back. It's very rare that Dave shows proper affection.] You really think you're gonna still like me?

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Of course not, why would anything like this be easy? [But John is going to be as patient as he can. He really cares for Dave.]

All signs point to I'm going to like you even more. But I don't know if that's possible. I already like you quite alot. [He brushes his nose against Dave's.]

[knightime]

You're an idiot, you know that. There's plenty of nice gals that would want a hardworking guy like you holding hands with them. Yet you go for the asshole who calls you shitty things all day. [How did he end up so lucky?] Can't say I know what I did right.

Are you gonna sit on me all night or is there a step after this?

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[Did Dave just compliment him? He did. He called John hardworking. John might actually swell with a little pride there. He is blushing hardcore. Sure there are like approximately ZERO ladies wanting John's stupid hipster ass.

But he has Dave.]

Dunno. I could take you out to dinner or this is the part where we throw off all of our clothes in the studio. But uh, whatever you want to do. Taco Bell is on me tonight if that's what you want.

[knightime]

[Dave knows for a fact that there's people that are probably interested in John and John is too much of an idiot to realize. He's heard plenty during breaks.]

That depends. Do you want to take me out to dinner or do you want me to throw all my clothes off. I can do either. [What do you want, John?]