Here's some DaveJohn to brighten your moods. But don't worry, there will be JakeJohn too~
I don't own homestuck by the way, in case you haven't noticed.


You hated the days that Jake wasn't at school. They were the days that beating on you was a free-for-all, knowing that you didn't have your gun-slinging best friend to keep you safe. You sigh, shoulders forward, bearing down. You knew it was coming.

And just like clockwork, some hours later, you found yourself in the second-floor boys' bathroom. Mouth and nose bleeding, and every other part of you black-and-blue. You spit in the sink, watching the red saliva mix with the warm water rushing from the tap and slip down the drain. Your everything ached. And to be honest? You felt a little dizzy. You lean forward, inspecting your face in the mirror, fingertips moving gingerly over your bruised cheekbones.

"Uh, hey. Do you need some help?"

Nearly leaping out of your skin at Dave's voice you turn and grip the edges of the sink until your knuckles had turned white. "No, I'm totally fine," you say, looking down at the ceramic floor tiles before turning back around.

You did not want to see him right now.

Sure, he was one of the nicer guys, but he still didn't step in. He didn't make it stop. He was still the enemy. You reach for some paper towels, wadding them up and wetting them down, pressing them against your lip with a visible wince.

Obviously he didn't get the hint to leave, because in the mirror you could see him walking closer and getting something out of his bag. "Um… John?"

You suck in a breath and hold it when Dave turns you around, tilting your head up slightly when he begins to dab at your face. You look everywhere but his eyes, wince as the soft material brushes against the cut directly, sniffling.

"I'm sorry." It's quiet for a beat and you let out the breath you'd been holding, finally making eye contact when he apologizes. You can't stay mad at him. As much as you want to push him away and storm out, you don't. Instead you rock forward on the balls of your feet, wrapping your thin arms around Dave's middle in a wordless acceptance of his apology to you. His arms circle around you in return.

It's silent for a bit again, a common thing around Dave until he breaks the silence once more, "We should probably get going, the teachers are going to be prowling or something. I'll walk you to the nurses office." You're a little upset that he had let you go, it was nice to have a solid person to hold rather than feeling a bit alone.

Frowning you grab your bag before Dave begins to tow you toward the nurse's office. You can't help but stare up at the blonde, burning holes in the back of his head with your big, blue eyes. You don't really want to go to the nurse's office again. She was probably getting tired of you showing up there so often. But it wasn't your fault, right?

Making a soft sound between a whine and groan you stumble over your own feet in an attempt to keep pace with Dave. He hadn't let go of your arm. You could practically feel electricity moving from the tips of his fingers up your arm and through your shoulder into various other parts of your body.

You furrow your eyebrows and look down at your shoes. You hate that he wears sunglasses all the time. You can never be sure if he's actually looking at your or not. You shrug your shoulders in response to his words, looking up once he's turned around. A few students give you looks with raised eyebrows as you walk past, knowing that they're wondering whether or not you're about to get a one-on-one ass-kicking session from the coolest boy in school.

"You don't have to look so freaked you know, I'm just gonna help you get cleaned up again in the nurses office I guess… Stop with the look of pure terror already.

"I'm not freaked out," you say quietly, "I just think it's pointless."

You're stopped completely now and Dave has turned to look at you. Looking back up at him with wide eyes you sigh. "Well… Maybe I can walk you home or something? I mean I live right down the road." Dave just wasn't going to give up. He really was strange.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you say with a shrug, finally pulling your arm out of Dave's grip. "I'm not going to run away. You don't have to hold onto me." you say with a snort, peeking up at him with a smile.

The walk was long and silent after that, Dave had taken on his quiet awkwardness again. You think that in a way it was sort of comforting, just knowing that you could relax and not have to stress about something to talk about. Though every so often you could swear his eyes were on you.

When the two of you get to your house you hover in front of the door, wondering whether or not it was a good idea to invite him in. You shift your weight from one foot to the other before bending down to pull you key out from under the welcome mat and craning your neck to look at Dave. "Hey," you say quietly, trying to avoid looking at his stupid reflective sunglasses, "Do you want to come in? I mean… There isn't really a point in going back to class now…"

"Yeah… I mean.. Are you sure? Uh, Yes." The reply is strange, like he isn't quite sure, and honestly it's a little funny. You let out a little chuckle to yourself and turn back to the door.

Smiling hesitantly you push the key into the lock, turning and gesturing for Dave to follow you in. You slip off your shoes and drop your backpack, rolling your shoulders. "It's cool," you say, "My dad's never home." You unzip Jake's jacket and hang it in the hall closet, stretching your arms up over your head to get rid of the stiffness from walking with a bag full of books. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? I have like, every Nic Cage movie ever made. It's totally awesome." you say with a laugh, collapsing on the couch.

Dave sits down beside you, still towering over you but looking very small in retrospect. "Uh, yeah we can watch a movie. Nic Cage kinda sucks but I think I can withstand him."

You make a face at him, temporarily forgetting how you were supposed to hate this guy. You get to your feet and bounce over to the television, turning it on as well as the DVD player. You pop in Con Air, only the BEST Nic Cage film ever, and move back to the couch, looking over at the blonde happily. "No, you just haven't seen the best one."

Sitting back you hug your legs against your chest, chin on your knees. Since the opening lines you hadn't even looked over at the blonde. You were entirely absorbed by the movie.

So of course you flinched when Dave put his arm around you, not given enough time to process what was going on before the blonde's fingers were under your chin and oh my god, he was totally kissing you. Your eyes widen and you recoil when he leans in for a second kiss, frowning deeply at him. "What are you doing?" you practically shout, "If this is some continuation of the prank you guys pulled on me last time then you can get out of my house!"

His composer changes, instead of keeping a calm expression it breaks and he's frowning. "Wow I-… I didn't mean that I wasn't even there for that or whatever I just… This is a huge misunderstanding and I should probably leave."

You wince as Dave scrambles away and falls over his own legs. So he was doing it because he wanted to and not for some prank? Now you just feel like an ass.

Getting to your feet you hurry over to him, catching his wrist and pulling him back into your living room. You don't want him to go. You don't want to lose one of the only people who have ever shown you kindness in high school. "I'm sorry, don't go!" you plead, looking up at him like you might cry. Jesus you feel so bad. "Please… you can stay. And um, if you take off your dumb shades, you can kiss me again. Or whatever."

There are no words, but you know that Dave is staring at you from behind those shades. It feels like an eternity before he actually lifts his hands and touches the frames. It's hard for him, you know, it seemed like something that was very important to him.

Swallowing the hard lump in your throat when he pulls off his sunglasses your heart skips a beat. Wow. The rumors weren't just rumors apparently. Dave had bright red eyes. How was that even possible? You know you're staring and you don't care. You're paralyzed in his gaze. His fingers reach out and they move over your skin and it grows hot under his gentle touch. Was this cheating? You didn't think so. Of course you'd only kissed Jake. He wasn't your boyfriend. He was just your best friend. So this wasn't bad was it?

Before you have the chance to think about much else you feel yourself close the distance between yourself and the blonde, peering up at him expectantly. "I like them." you whisper reassuringly, the corners of your mouth twitching excitedly.

That seemed like all it took for him to finally react, his eyes lit up and you understood then why he wore those glasses all the time. They hid what he was really feeling, because he was really expressionate, something that not many people knew about him. Now you knew, and now you could tell exactly what he was going to do. Before he even closed the distance you closed your eyes and waited until his lips pressed to yours.

Leaning into his kiss this time you move onto the tips of your toes to lessen the extent to which Dave has to bend down. You're much more prepared this time and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. He tastes nice. Sort of like spearmint gum. Making a sort of 'mmmph' sound against his lips you guide him toward the wall pressing your back flat against it. You needed some support, because your knees are starting to feel a little weak and your heart is beating faster and harder than you ever thought possible. "D-Dave," you mumble, gasping for a breath.

"Yes", comes his reply, hot breath puffing out against your lips for just a moment before he kept going.

A shudder passes through you when his lips trail down your throat, and you swallow leaning into his mouth. Holy shit that was nice. Sure, you'd kissed some people and you'd seen a lot of movies but beyond this, you were kind of uncertain of yourself. You whimper, curling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. "Don't stop." you breathe, blue eyes peeking up into his red ones.

Your breath hitches when he nibbles and laps his way down your neck and you're trying not to lose your levelheadedness in the pleasure of it. Arms wrapping around his torso you dig your fingers into his back whenever he sucks a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. His hands slide down to your ass and he squeezes, making you inadvertently buck your hips into his in the movement. And Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the friction nearly made your knees buckle entirely. You hold onto the blonde for dear life, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning. You wouldn't embarrass yourself like that. His ego didn't need any help from you.

By this point your stomach was doing back flips and you couldn't hold onto any one thought for more than ten seconds. You know he's marking you and you try to tell yourself that that is going to have awful consequences but you can't find the will to push him away. He's got your hips pinned against the wall and you can feel his erection flush against yours as he grinds you against the wall and it's too much. You're panting and your nails are digging into Dave's back as you lean up for payback, sucking a bruise on his collarbone where you could reach. It's not long after that that he pushes you over the edge.

Letting out a moan that even surprises you, something right out of the porn you won't fess up to watching, your hips thrust weakly up into Dave's. You totally came. In your jeans. You slide down the wall, losing the ability to stand, shaking all over and completely out of breath. Did that really just happen?

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm going to go now. I'll see you at school Egbert."

Before you can say a word, Dave is gone like he was never really there in the first place. You slump forward, hugging yourself. Had you done something wrong? God, you were so lame. You drop your chin against your chest, entirely defeated. "Don't go..." you whisper, voice cracking when the door shut behind the blonde. Now, more than ever, you felt overwhelmed by your loneliness.

You were starting to drift off after a while, but for some reason a light kept flashing in your eyes and you sighed, pulling your head up to look and what caught your eye shocked you. Wiping the tears that had gathered in your eyes before they could fall, you crawl over and grab the pair of shades, hugging them to your chest. He had carelessly left his shades there, and you had to return them. You weren't looking forward to it, but at the same time, it gave you an excuse to see him again. That's when it dawned on you.

Dave Strider liked you, and you might have just blown it.