💕DaveSport Oneshots💕[Discontinued]

"Work" Part 1.

[[This takes place in DSAF 3. Artwork is not mine!]]
^These Chapters will include the following..^
Smut,Fluff, drugs. Drugs as in, alcohol and so and so.

Third person POV.

It was 6 pm in Vegas at a pretty good hotel. Jack and Dave were both laying on the same bed since they wanted to save money and didn't mind sharing a bed. Jack was wearing some normal clothes, a orange hoodie with loose navy blue pants. Dave was wearing a casual outfit too. A white t-shirt with black pants. They both were laying on their back, silently for what seemed like an hour.

"Oh shit!" Jack suddenly sprung up and broke the silence between the two.
Dave looked startled by the suddenness. He also, sat up and looked at Jack. "What is it, Sportsy?"

Jack got off the bed and walked over to his suitcase that was on the ground in the corner of the room close to the door. He bent down and grabbed a plastic bag after unzipping and zipping the suitcase. "Well.."

Jack's POV.

I was holding a slightly heavy plastic bag with some clothes in it. All though it being plastic, the clothes weren't visible enough to see what they were. I rubbed the back of my neck before speaking. "I have to go somewher-"
I was cut off by Dave. "Where are you going, Sport?" The taller man spoke, looking directly at me.
I looked at the bag then at Dave. "I have...work.-"
Dave had scooted off the bed and walked up to me. "What's with the bag?" He was eyeing the bag. I hid the bag behind me. "It's for work. I need to go now Dave." Dave had a face of disappointment. He didn't wanna be alone. "O-..okay sport." He backed up. "Is it alright if I go somewhere..while you're gone?" I nodded. I turned to the door and waved goodbye to Dave and he waved back. I walked out and went to the so called...work.

Daves's POV.

I sat back down on the bed wondering, my mind flooding with thoughts. 'Sport has never told me about him having any sort of job. Why did he not tell me? Why is it so secret? Does he like not me anymore? Does he hate me? Why did he hide the bag? Did I do somethi-' I rubbed my head trying to stop these..thoughts. I'll just go to the strip club and drink a bit, nothing to do so..what could it hurt to get a couple drinks.

(I'm sorry if I get some shit wrong with the strip club crap—)
Third person POV.

Dave as said, went to the strip club and to his surprise...Jack was there too. He was wearing a odd outfit...A Black tuxedo bunny outfit. White stockings..and ofc, floppy black bunny ears. Jack didn't realize Dave was standing in the middle of the room, close to the bar. Jack was sitting at the table 'at the bar' with his head on the table covering his sight of view. Dave awkwardly acted like he didn't realize he was there even though he was a tangerine..very easy to see. Dave sat at the table, three seats away from Jack.

Jack's POV.

I was resting my face on my arms that were crossed on the table. I sat up and looked at my watch, just started my 'break'. Hasn't even been 5 minutes. I turned my head and...Dave. Dave was here. Oh fucking shit. What the actual fuck do I do? How do I tell him I have a part time job that's at a strip club? Dave had realized I was staring at him. "H-Heya sport!" I could feel my face heat up, it was noticeable. I gave Dave an awkward wave. "Heyyy..." I cringed at my own existence. Dave just, stared at me. Not my face though, my body. He probably was shocked to see me like this so I don't blame him. "I can explai-" Dave had cut me off. "No worries Sport! There's no need to explain, you needed money so you got a job." Dave was correct. I did need a job and of course, I took the odd ball of all the jobs I could've gotten.

Dave's POV.
God damn. Jacks body was..wonderful. His chest..his thighs.. "Dave..you're staring." I jumped a little, shook out of my day dreaming. "Ah, sorry Sport!" Jack gave a slight hand wave signaling it was okay. I looked at the bar tender. "I'll take..two shots of vodka." As said, the bar tender passed me two shots of Vodka. I slid one over to Jack. He shook his head and asked for Heineken. I gave him a face of disgust. "Sportsy. You really like that shit?" I asked him, still holding that expression. He just, nodded. The bar tender passes over the Heineken to Jack. "I don't wanna get too wooz-" I cut him off. "Hey Sport, I've got a question!" Jack tilted his head. Yea I never say 'I have a question'..I just go- ahh this gave it awayyy.. "No homo but..Wanna go to a private room?" My face was heating up..a lot.

-HahHa! Cliffhanger bc I don't wanna "die" on ppl-
-Part two will be out soon!-
Edit: yeaaaa about that. School is a physical pain in the ass so it may be out a bit late..— sorry!-