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The Little Things- Javid

So, @bookworm_bitch_322 raised my flirtyDavey headcanon, and I love it, so here it is. Thank you!

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Jack was sitting in the kitchen, eating spaghetti and listening to his thoughts. He was currently thinking about what to get Race for his birthday.

A card? Jack slurped his noodles. A card is always nice, but this is Race we're talking about. He'd be expecting a car, or something.

Davey walked into the kitchen, smiling when he saw his boyfriend. "Enjoying your food, baby?"

Jack immediately flushed at the name, nodding as he avoided eye contact and slurped his noodles.

Davey raised a brow and sat on the counter, next to the blushing mess of a leader. He sat up straight, looking Jack directly in his eyes. "So, guess what?"

"Hmm?" Jack looked up, mouth full of noodles. Davey chuckled and shook his head.

"Firstly", he smiles softly. He swipes spaghetti sauce off of Jack's mouth, placing his thumb in his mouth and licking it off, "there was spaghetti sauce on your mouth. Secondly-"

Jack was too distracted with the fact that Davey just did that. Davey Jacobs just touched his mouth. There were fireworks and a parade and, Jesus Christ, it was hot.

"Jack?" Davey waved his hand in his boyfriends face. "Jack? Jack!"

Jack was jumped out of his trance, blushing furiously and looking away. Davey raised a brow and placed a hand on Jack's forehead. "Are you sick? You don't feel like you have a fever..."

Jack chuckled nervously and looked at the non-existent watch on his wrist. "Would you look at the time? It's about time I head to the place I need to go to in a location that's totally real."

Jack rushes away from the table, leaving a bowl half full with spaghetti, and a very confused Davey.

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"And in conclusion", Davey says, looking at his students, "the semi colon is like continuing a sentence without ending it. You're adding more to the sentence without making it too long, so it doesn't turn into a run-on."

Davey smiled at all the seventh graders scribbling down their notes. "Any questions?"

Jack was walking down the hallway on his lunch break. He just came back to the school from Wendy's, holding two bags of food.

He knew Davey's lunch break was soon, so he figured to eat with him in his classroom. He walked down the seventh grade hallway, stopping at the door decorated with stickers.

I can't believe he still does that, Jack thinks, smiling. He's still letting seventh graders put stickers around his door. Bold.

He slipped into the classroom quietly, rolling his eyes at all the seventh grade girls—and boys—with heart eyes, staring at his boyfriend. But he couldn't blame them.

Especially not after last Saturday's fiasco. Jack replayed what happened. He honestly has no idea how hot he is.

Davey sees Jack out of the corner of his eye, standing by the door with food in his hand. He smiles. Jack is so sweet.

Davey continues talking, sending a wink to his boyfriend. Said boy goes ballistic.

What?! Jack looks at the ceiling, trying to avoid his blush. Can he do that?! Is that even legal? It can't possibly be legal!

Jack looks at the students, seeing the girls- and boys- glaring at him. Jack shrinks under their gaze, scolding himself for being afraid of 12 year olds.