[ john, what the fuck. there's a question on the tip of his tongue when john flips the parking brake and dave turns to ask it, almost frowning, but like.
okay.
he's eighteen and in his first year of college and it's not so terribly far off from high school that it feels weird to be parked in front of his parents' house kissing his boyfriend. because after the split second of disorientation dave kisses john back, right hand sliding off the steering wheel and bracing instead against john's shoulder. ]
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okay.
he's eighteen and in his first year of college and it's not so terribly far off from high school that it feels weird to be parked in front of his parents' house kissing his boyfriend. because after the split second of disorientation dave kisses john back, right hand sliding off the steering wheel and bracing instead against john's shoulder. ]