I'll Be There (MSPA)

Predictably, Dave let himself into the room a few minutes later, just like he had done every night since he'd moved in and would do every night until... Well, until something happened to keep him from doing it. He knew that he would be perfectly fine with waking up next to John Egbert every day of his life for the rest of his life, but he also knew that John was, quote, "not homo." Whatever his feeling for the sweet, loving boy were, he knew John would never return them. He knew that someday John would find a nice girl and leave him behind, but he planned on spending every available moment with him until that happened. It was something like the reverse of making up for lost time.

He flashed John a smile when the bespectacled boy looked up from his book and quickly cleared the space between them to clamber into bed. He nestled himself in under the covers and laid his head on John's shoulder with a soft sigh. "You know you don't have to wait up for me, right?"

"I know I don't have to. But if I didn't, you'd never find out how Meg saves the queen." John replied with a little smile. "Do you want me to read to you again tonight, or do you want to go right to bed? Tomorrow is a special day after all."

"Huh?" Dave asked incredulously. "What's special about tomorrow?" He'd long since given up trying to act 'cool' around John; it was just too much for him to try and keep up a facade in front of his best friend.

John stared at him blankly. "You forgot? Seriously?" he asked

"Forgot what?" he asked incredulously. "Seriously, bro, what did I forget? What's tomorrow?"

"You'll just have to wait and find out tomorrow" John stated smugly, even going so far as to smirk. "Gog, I can't believe you forgot."

Dave made a soft, disgruntled noise and rolled onto his side to face away from John. "Let's just go to sleep, okay? Gog."

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Sometime in the night, Dave had rolled over and sleep-cuddled with John; their legs were interlaced and Strider's arms were wrapped tightly around the other boy's waist.

John slept facing Dave, one arm curled under his head and the other lying across Dave's shoulders. Casey was in her usual place laying at the top of the bed against the pillow. He shifted in his sleep, moving closer to Dave with a small mumble of contentment.

Dave groaned softly at the movement, near consciousness; when John shifted again, it finally brought Dave out of his sleep. The Strider boy yawned and ran a hand through his blonde bed-head and looked around for the clock.

It was a mere 8 in the morning, and being Saturday it was a time when only little kids were up, anxious for their cartoons to start.

John groaned and pulled Dave closer when he shifted, prodding Dave's thigh with a small, natural problem more commonly known as 'morning wood'. He was a healthy 16 year old boy and it was completely natural for it to happen on occasion. This was just the first time Dave had slept with him and not used him for a pillow so it ended up more... Noticable to the blonde.

Dave's face immediately turned crimson and he tried to squirm his hip away from the intrusion. When he found himself unable to escape, he shook John's arm gently. "John. John! Wake up, would you?"

John groaned and allowed his eyes to open a crack. "What? Its too early" he mumbled, yawning no sooner than finishing his sentence.

"Would ya... Would ya mind getting your b- uh, hard on out of my hip?" he asked, his face still flushed; he stuttered over a word in the middle of the sentence and hoped John hadn't noticed.

John blinked at him stupidly. "What?" he asked.

"Morning wood, John. You have it. Get it off of me, please," he said, his face getting even redder. "Seriously, bro, c'mon."

John looked at him in semi-amusement. "What's it called?" he asked with a small smirk, purposely scooting a little closer.

"Wh-what're you talking about?" Dave stammered. He knew he'd been caught, but he tried to get himself off the hook regardless. He tried to pull back, away from John.

John grabbed Dave's hips and pulled him back. "What's it called Dave? Say it or I'll make you touch it." He smirked

Dave struggled, trying to get away, and his face turned an even deeper shade of red. "No! I won't!" he exclaimed, attempting to writhe out of John's grip and make a break for it.

John pulled Dave against him, pressing his BONER to Dave's crotch. "Say it" he urged with a chuckle,moving his hips slightly. "Say it or I won't stop~"

Dave clenched his eyes shut and gasped, involuntarily pressing back against him; a small moan escaped his lips before he could catch it. "N-no!" he gasped, shaking his head.

John pushed Dave onto his back and rolled on top pf him, keeping their hips together so he could grind them together. "Say it. Tell me what it is"

Dave let out another involuntary little moan, leaning his head back into the pillows. "A-ah...! I d-d-don't want to!"

"And why not?" John smirked, giving a particularly rough grind so Dave could feel just how hard his BONER was.

Dave moaned loudly and arched up off the bed, pressing his hips into the action. "Ahh~! Hnnn, I c-can't say it!"