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“This is really good… I see now why you're always eating this stuff!” Xenon said through mouthfuls of ice cream. The infamous ice cream John was consistently featuring in his TikTok’s truly had some merit. Unlike anything that came out from the far right leaning man.
“That is not,” John McEntee sighed with frustration rubbing his temples.”Why I called you here for.”
John was bad at confrontations, he was much more used to deflection, passive aggressive comments and ridiculous imaginary scenarios. But he had to confront this guy. Xenon had been tarnishing his reputation, making a mockery of him online for months at this point.
He knew he had had enough when he searched for his company's name on Google. As he typed “the right stuff” the search engine suggested an autocomplete with “Freddy Fazbear” and he broke. He immediately entered his TikTok and sent Xenon a DM.
This had gone on for far too long. He would not stand for this disrespect any longer, this was ridiculous. Even people in The Right Stuff office were asking him about it? And what the hell was he supposed to say?
It wasn't like this was giving the app any more traction, the public consuming Xenon’s videos of incoherent info dumping on a horror video game franchise were completely uninterested in a dating application aimed at conservative singles.
There seemed to be such thing as bad publicity. And this is what it looked like. Getting absolutely owned on the dance app by a guy in a Freddy Fazbear beanie.
John gripped his spoon hard, annoyed at the situation and hating how the man sitting across from him seemed to be completely unbothered by any of this. McEntee had decided to set up this encounter in a familiar place for him, his terf as it was, his favorite ice cream place. Establish dominance and give him a piece of his mind. Intimidate the guy.
But there was Xenon. Clearly not intimidated in the slightest.
“Wait… you're telling me this isn't a date?” Xenon asked with a tilt of his head, scraping more ice cream from his cup.
“A…” John's eyes widened and he dropped his spoon on the table. The moment of shock was soon replaced by a sudden heat rushing to his cheeks, his face flushing pink as he glared at Xenon. “O-of course this is not a d-date! Are you out of your mind?!”
God this was embarrassing, he was stuttering despite himself, he shifted in his seat barely able to look Xenon in the eyes. He had just caught him off guard! That's all. He wasn't… Damn it, his heart was racing, what was going on with him?
“Oh, okay, were you just curious about FNAF?” Xenon asked not nearly as affected by his first suggestion.
“Fuh what?” He didn't recognize the acronym and when he realized the other man was talking about that stupid game again it was too late.
“Okay, so the lore is actually not as complicated as it may seem at first. See first there's this guy called William Afton…” and he was off.
Xenon was talking non-stop and John was retaining absolutely nothing. Half because Freddy Fazbear was the bane of his existence at this point, half because his mind was still stuck on the “date” suggestion the man dropped earlier.
He had thought this was a date all this time? John couldn't focus on his words, his heart was still pounding in his chest, thinking of any romantic interaction with the man in front of him. He couldn't help it, he hadn't been in a date for ages. It's part of why he founded Date Right Stuff in the first place, he just couldn't find anyone out there who was interested in him.
He felt for a while unworthy of love, unworthy of a romantic partner who could talk with him for hours on end without tiring. He looked at Xenon's eyes, they were beautiful, he seemed genuinely invested in explaining the game lore to him.
To have someone so passionate, who was enjoying his time with him, it was alien. He felt butterflies in his stomach.
“What… what if it was a date?” John said under his breath, Xenon almost didn't catch it.
Xenon smiled, noticing the nervousness of the flustered man sitting across from him. He scooped a last bite of ice cream musing at his question and not so subtly checking John out.
“At least we're not on a date in… Freddy's Fazbear Pizza, because…” he went on a tangent before clearing his throat and smirking at him “and even then, it's a kid's restaurant, it would be impolite to make out in the bathroom there.”
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They had locked the door to the ice cream shop's bathroom. And were all over each other.
John felt euphoric, Xenon's lips on his felt good and downright sinful. It was everything he was meant to oppose, this debasement, this unnatural coupling between two men. But he needed this, he needed him like water. His body was pressed flush against him, pinning John against the bathroom tiled wall as he devoured his mouth with his own.
It was wrong, he knew this, there was a voice in the back of his mind screaming hateful words and slurs at himself, but it was drowned out by the sheer desire building inside of him. He wrapped his arms around Xenon's neck, giving into the feeling and reciprocating the kiss eagerly.
As they parted for air and looked at each other, John McEntee couldn't help but think.
He finally found the right stuff.