Davesport oneshots

III

Dave stuck his tongue out at him in response jokingly.

Jack tiredly laid down on his couch, turning on the TV.

Dave leaned over the couch, watching Jack's moves.

He had absolutely loved this man. A little, too much. He couldn't deny that.

Jack sighed a little, loosening his tie a little.

Sure, maybe it was Dave's horny ass brain, but he almost immediately began to blush, watching Jack take it off and throw it aside.

'I'm getting that fucking tie before I leave.'

"Dave?"

Dave worriedly looked back at the TV, pretending to pay attention to it.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm not blind, Dave. I know you were looking at me."

Dave felt worry bubble up in him. He looks back down at Jack, who had a smile on his face.

"You don't have to hide it, Dave. I really don't care."

It felt like a huge wave of stress climbed off Dave's back.

"R-Really?"

Jack nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. "It doesn't bother me. Besides, I know for a fact you wouldn't hurt me. You love me too much."

He was right. Painfully right. Dave didn't know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

Jack noticed Dave's painted expression so he sat up, facing Dave before pulling him closer to his face.

"S-Sport-"

"I have a name, Dave."

Dave frowned before responding. "Jack."

"There you go."

"Are we about to kiss right now? Without saying no homo?"

Jack gently trailed his finger up Dave's neck, making him groan a little. "Depends."

"Extremely homo."

Jack raised an eyebrow, smiling a little. "You're so gay."

"You can't say anything you fuckin' fruitcake."

Jack had laughed before pulling Dave into a kiss by his tie.

Once Jack pulled away, Dave panted, blushing wildly. "I wasn't actually, expecting that."

"If I weren't into you, I wouldn't have invited you blockhead."

Dave blew Jack a raspberry.

"I love you, Dave. Will you go out with me?"

"Of course!"

Dave thought of something. "Here sit down and face the TV for a second, Sportsy."

Jack was confused but complied.

Dave got in front of Jack, getting down onto his knees.

"Dave youre not doing what I think you're doing am I?"

"I've given you tons of blowjobs in Vegas, Sportsy."

"Y-Yeah, but we were both wasted-"

"Shhh. I've been planning for this day. Just sit back and relax."

Jack bit his lip, relaxing himself, trying to get his thoughts straight.

Dave unbuttoned Jack's fly, unzipping it before pulling his pants down.