dumb boys becoming dumb hipster boys.

[longwinded]

[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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[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?

[longwinded]

[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?]

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Honestly Dave I want you to take all your clothes off and let me fuck you into the floor, we both know Taco Bell is fourth meal. [Their choice of drunk munchies, and late night western film food. It never let them down.]

[John is pretty much prepared. The doors are locked, everyone is gone. Why shouldn't they?]

[knightime]

[Dave starts unbuttoning his shirt. He's going painfully slow. Probably on purpose just to agitate John.] I don't like a wimpy lover.

I'm going to be grouchy tomorrow and it's gonna be your fault.

[longwinded]

[John takes over, impatient. Sorry Dave that is far too slow for him.]

You can blame it on me, it's cool. [Just strip okay.]

[knightime]

[He was being slow on purpose, but he'll let you take the lead.]

I wasn't asking for your permission anyways.

[longwinded]

[Yeah, okay. He just wanted to undress you really it's okay. He rolls his eyes, not answering Dave as he shifts. He doesn't pull Dave's pants all the way off quite yet, shifting and settling between his legs.]

[He was going to say something intelligent (not intelligent at all), but what can you really say when you're about to suck a guys dick? Nothing really. So he just lowers his head, letting his tongue trace the tip.

Long story short, John Egbert is impatient as fuck.]

[knightime]

[Dave squirms a little. John is in prime view to see that finely made wall crumble ever so slowly. The way that his face slowly starts flush and the way he grips whatever he's sitting on to keep himself grounded.]

Ain't you eager. [He would seem less flustered if his voice didn't shake just a bit.]

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Maybe a little.

[John is pretty open to a lot of things. Including sucking his best friend's (boyfriend's?) dick? He puts his lips over the tip of it, looking up to see a reaction.]

[knightime]

[Dave lets his eyes shut, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

You just want to see Dave completely unwind and fall apart.]

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[He takes the head all the way into his mouth, letting his tongue roll over it.

Oh Dave, ooooh Dave. He wants to hear you too.]

[knightime]

[He bites down on his bottom lip, stifling whatever threatened to come out of his mouth.

Gonna have to work more for those sweet noises you want.]

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[His hands go to work, splaying across Dave's thighs while he bobbed his head, occasionally they would move to work the base of Dave's cock. You would think this nerd has done this before or something.]

[knightime]

How many dicks did you suck. [How unromantic. It's hard to tell if Dave is legitimately curious or if maybe he doesn't like the thought that John might have been with someone before and got this good or something.]

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Not many, not any recently. I was a pretty dumb teenager.

[But recently? Nah. He just remembers the motions.]