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You and Dave had been cuddling in his bed since the two of you had stepped foot into his room. What started off as a wrestling match eventually evolved into Dave wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face in the front of your shirt.
His bed was pretty small, so there wasn’t exactly much room to work with. You’d ended up scooched together, practically on top of each other, pressed up against one another. You didn't mind though. It was relaxing having him so close, feeling his body weight weighing you down. He shifts and you look down. You really got lost in your head there!
Dave makes a sound then moves his head so his face is buried in your shoulder rather than your shirt.
“Hehe, you're really clingy today, huh?.” you shift, adjusting so you could rub his back through his t-shirt.
Dave lets out a quiet, muffled sound into your shoulder, his arms tightening around you for a second.
“Mm. well maybe I just wanted to show my boyfriend some top-tier lovin’” His voice is soft and sleepy. “But if your gonna judge me for it, then I guess I'll take my leave. Can’t have that shit tarnishing my reputation”
“Sure man, your totally squeaky-clean reputation is gonna be fine.” You roll your eyes and grin despite yourself.
Moving your free hand to play with a stand of his hair. He grumbles at the gesture, but doesn’t actually pull away. If anything, he settles more comfortably against you. Leaning his head into your touch. Dave could be endearing when he wanted to be..or when he isn’t actually trying to be! Either way, it was nice seeing him so calm. From where you were sitting, you had a pretty good look at him. So what if you were a creep for staring at your boyfriend! Anywho,he didn't have his sunglasses on. You silently thank your past self for yanking them off his face in the middle of that wrestle match earlier.
For a while, neither of you says anything. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of whatever song was playing from Dave’s computer. You're sure he told you what he put on you hadn’t really been paying attention.
“This song’s pretty nice, actually. I like it.”
“Yeah, it’s Frank Ocean.” Dave pauses “Kinda surprised you haven't gotten around to any of his shit yet.”
You resist the urge to flick him upside the head. “Well duh, I know who frank ocean is! I just, haven’t really listened to much of his stuff.”
Dave turns his head, his cheek and is pressed against yours.
“ You don’t have the most impressive track record when it comes to music taste.”
“Whatever! I literally just said I liked the song.”
“And I'm acknowledging your brave first step into having decent taste. Congrats babe, look at you. You’ve grown and blossomed into a bona fide connoisseur of the arts and shit.”
You snort.
“Pretty soon you’ll graduate, move out of pops’ place, start living on your own. Sitting in coffee shops all day with your beat-up macbook ,pretending to work while listening to LCD SoundSystem or whatever the fuck..”
His words trail off into a yawn, and you feel his shoulders loosen beneath your hand.
You glance down at him. He looks like he's struggling to stay awake and you don’t blame him. You feel like your on the verge of falling asleep yourself!
“Uh, if your tired or whatever, you can just go to sleep Dave.”
“I was planning on it.”
he shimmies so his chin is resting on your chest rather than on your shoulder and his eyes flutter open. Dave's eyes have always been.. pretty..? You don’t know if you’d use pretty to describe them. You don’t know how exactly to describe them actually. You just decide to leave it at that for now.
Dave had been staring up at you for a few seconds now.
“Something on my face?”
“Nah.”
He leans up and pauses, cupping your face. His lips pressing against your own. He pushes up a bit more so that the both of you are chest to chest. Your caught off guard for a moment before looping both your arms around him tighter and playing with the bottom of his shirt near his lower back as you kiss him. Dave licks at your lips and you open them as he lazily licks into your mouth. You reciprocate happily of course.
He runs his hands up and down your shoulders and sighs into your mouth. You both break apart after basically trying to eat each other's faces off. A string of spit connecting your mouths and your breaths mingling as the two of you try and catch your breath. You expect Dave to try and say some smart ass remark but he just looks up at you. He looks silly with his hair all tousled and his face red. Your sure you look just about the same though! He places one last chaste kiss to your lips and takes his place with his head against your chest again.
“Goodnight Dave.” you yawn pulling the discarded blanket over you both.
“Mmnight” he says.
Or at least that's what you think he says. You can’t really tell.