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He can’t exactly remember how he got here. All he knows is that David Miller, his best friend, is straddled on top of him kissing him like his life depended on it. And, if he's honest, Exer is starting to believe that his own life depends on keeping David right where he is forever.
Maybe he should be a little concerned with how willing he is to suffocate if it means David keeps kissing him. He thinks he would rather die than stop whatever this is with David. Besides, it would be a sin to stop his best friend's soft lips. The weight on Exer's lap felt familiar. Like a summer day by the pool. With playful banter and well-meaning shoves into the water. He tasted like birthday cake and chocolate milk. Strawberries and bananas. Coffee and cheesecake. Not pineapple on pizza, gross.
Exer isn't even aware of how his hands moved to feel the shape of his hips until David, rudely, shifts to catch his breath. Exer moves to capture his lips into another kiss, but David turns his head away and hides it in Exer's neck. Dejected, Exer allows his head to fall against the couch. Now, after years of friendship, he's used to David touching him. From a friendly arm over his shoulder to hugging before a performance (cough, thanks, Brenda, cough). He's used to sharing his personal space with his best friend. His body, however, has told him that this invasion is his favorite of all time. If David moves from his lap, he will let his powers destroy the Earth. No, he's not joking, don't let David test this. Just sitting here is nice.
Although.
He wouldn't mind if someone-David-were to start kissing him. This does not happen. He decides to let his hands wonder all over David. Possibly until he kisses him again, possibly until the world ends. Whichever comes first. He lets his hands travel to David's thigh just as he starts peppering his neck with kisses. That's wonderful, of course, but he can't help but wish it was his lips being attacked. Even so, he stretches to make it more accessible to him. Then David has the audacity to start laughing. Uncontrollable, bright laughter. The kind he missed when they were fighting not an hour ago. He's now incredibly aware of his hands making their way under his friend's shirt.
David shifts to look at him. Exer doesn't mind the sight either. His friend's blue eyes are filled with mirth, his hair is adorably ruffled, and even the hitch of where his hand is isn't that bad to look at. He doesn't even prefer that they continue with their little session if this is the sight he's given. No reason why, though.
"So... You're not still angry with me about Brenda?" Exer ventures. Partly because he wants to make sure he has his best friend back, partly to make sure his hands stop moving upwards. David glares at him, but it seems far more playful than any of the other glares he shot his way.
"I don't know, Exer, do you make out with people you're mad at?"
"Yes, all the time,"
"That makes far too much sense..."
"What? How?"
"You dated my sister. She's always mad at you,"
He mumbled an indistinguishable grumble with a roll of his eyes. David laughed happily and goes back to doing exactly what he's been wishing for. He removes his hands from underneath his friends shirt and lets them wonder again. This time going straight up his back and to his hair. It's so soft that he feels like it's a shame no one else can touch it while simultaneously wanting no one else to ever get this privilege. He tugs a little just to see what would happen and is rewarded with a tiny whine. David presses impossibly forward into Exer and he tugs now to keep grounded. That same little sound making its way out of his friend's throat. David then makes the stupid choice of grinding his hips down. Exer can feel his magic coursing through him. Can sense the way small things around them start floating.
He removes one hand from his friend's hair and grips David's hips to keep him from moving them anymore. A sure fire way to stop anything from being thrown across the room by some mystical force. At least, that's what he thought. David kisses even hard than before and squirms in his hold. It's nearly impossible to focus on not causing a tornado when his friend does this. It feels almost like David has set him on fire with a mere touch. He returns the kiss with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm. He tightness his grip on David, he's far too okay with melting if it mean dying in his friend's arms. He can feel everything around them begin to float even further towards the ceiling, slowly getting there just like his friend's burning lips. He hears footsteps from the other side of the door and-
He hears footsteps from the other side of the door.
The doorknob starts to turn. David must hear it too because he immediately springs off Exer. He sits on the other side of the couch with a very flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. Brenda, Ron, and Pamela come bustling in carrying snacks. Oh, right. He's here for a movie night. At David's house. The three of them stop and look back and forth between the two on the couch.
"Did you get into a fight or something? A screaming match that we were not aware of?" Brenda asks in all her Brenda-ness.
"No!" They reply in unison. They spare each other a quick glance before each, respectively, stare at the ceiling and floor. Ron stares holes in the side of David's head. From his peripheral, Exer can see David give Ron some sort of significant look and the blue haired boy smirks at them. David clears his throat.
"Uh, no, we made up. No need to worry about anything, Brenda! Totally friends again!" Day stuttered out. His sister seems to contemplate this for a second before nodding appreciatively and sitting right in between them on the floor. Pamela, bless her, looks to Exer for reassurance. He just nods, words seemingly having disappeared. She shrugs and sits next to Brenda. Ron, being Ron, picks up David and moves him to floor as he takes his spot on the couch. David makes an outraged squeak but doesn't make any move to get back his seat. He simply makes himself more comfortable on the floor. They argue for a while, but ultimately end up choosing Dead Poets Society. Pamela mentioning how desperately she was waiting to watch this. Everyone appears to be entranced by the movie. Everyone expect Exer. He can't help but zone out, staring at the how the screen illuminates his best friend's face. Daydreaming of soft, burning lips.