Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4784639.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider, Bro_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Omorashi
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-12 Words: 5608
****** It's a bet. ******
by shsl
Summary
     It all starts with a harmless holding competition; the boys are
     playing video games and chugging down entire bottles of soda, and one
     of them comes up with the idea to have a contest. The winner gets to
     use the bathroom, but the loser has to wet himself. // Co-Written by
     a fellow roleplayer on Cherubplay, credit pending!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
John sat on his knees, eyes locked on Dave's television, Xbox controller in
hand. After a summer of planning and excitement, they were finally able to
spend the last week of August before school together. They were on their third
hour of playing video games, finally moving on from Halo to Black Ops, 1v1.
Between the two of them, they'd already downed two 2 liter bottle of soda. John
started to feel a bit of pressure on his bladder and paused the game from his
controller, leaving it on the ground in front of the television as he ran to
the bathroom. Upon return, he found the game had been resumed. In fact, Dave
had killed John nearly a dozen times, running up his score to the point where
he was more than half-way towards the score limit. John's eyebrows shot up as
he dropped back to his knees, giving Dave a gentle shove.
"What the hell, dude!? You unpaused it? From MY controller?" He asked, eyes
wide as he picked up his controller and began working to bring his score up.
Dave just shrugged, mumbling something like 'you snooze you lose.' John shook
his head, pausing the video again, keeping the remote in his lap this time. He
looked at Dave in an 'are you shitting me' manner.
"I had to pee! That's not snoozing, it's a bodily function!"
"Sucks," Dave said with a little shrug, looking towards him with the
condescending smirk he wore so well. "Guess you better hold it from now on,
then." He said, picking up the bottle of orange soda between them and taking a
couple of gulps.
"Dude. You better watch your back. Next time you get up, you're dead." John
said, shaking his head and going to resume the game.
"John my vision may be a thousand times better than yours, but even its not
tight enough for me to see my own back without the aid of a mirror. You want to
bring one in fine, but I'm not going to let the game be on pause anymore than I
did before." Expression as inscrutable as always from behind his dark glasses
Dave shifted from side to side in his cross legged position, took a few more
gulps of soda and set the bottle aside. "Egbert, rest assured that there ain't
gonna be a next time. You don't know jack shit about holding your bladder until
you live in a one bathroom apartment with a man who has some sort of sick sense
of humor and timing about this kind of thing. Let me tell you, not once have I
ever succumbed to the pressing desire to piss in the sink because a certain
someone had occupied the bathroom for over an hour doing god knows what."
Dave's eyes skitter in John's direction. His own controller is gripped tight in
one hand and he manages with simple ease to screw the cap back on the soda
bottle with the other. Practice makes perfect. Nudging the bottle towards his
friend, Dave shifts his position and stretches his legs out in front of him,
feeling the press of his belt on his lower stomach.
"...and don't get your little Egbertian hopes up just yet. Ground control
Strider is here to radio your ass back to ground because the cool kid in charge
has never had any intention of getting up. He's all nice, cozy and buckled up
in first class and so not giving up his prime window seat position until he's
landed safely in the winner's circle. You can give up and follow the lighted
path on the floor to the nearest exit or you can sit down, buckle up and
prepare for the ride of your life because you are going down." Dave tutted his
tongue and shook his head as he stared at the television screen. "Even if I
didn't use your little potty breaks to run with my score, I'd always beat your
by a landslide. It's just more comedic when I do. I'd dare you to prove me
wrong, but I think we both know how important draining the vein is to you. Bet
you I outlast you," he snipes, putting the final nail in the coffin."
John resumed the game, running back onto the boarded up windows in an attempt
to build up the barricades Dave had nonchalantly let break. He was quite
focused on the task at hand, barely listening to Dave's ramblings as he did his
best to continue playing without losing his pistol for as long as possible.
More shots meant more points, and more points meant John had a chance at
catching up with Dave.

"Is that a challenge?" John asked in a playful tone. He'd learned to translate
the jist of what Dave was saying. John knew it was a dumb idea, but he was a
spiteful little shit sometimes. Dave had a point, but John felt he had an
advantage having just visited the bathroom. He pondered the idea of not
drinking any more, but Dave was still knocking back the 2 liters like it was
nobodies business, still happily in denial about his own situation, despite the
twinge of need in his groin.
"What if it is?" He shot back with barely a moment's pause. The day John
surprised him for more than two seconds at a time was the day the world ended.
And even if the world ended there would never be a day Dave turned down a
challenge. He'd been brought up better than that. "Think you can hold your
water longer than the AJ chugging world champion? If so consider the in flight
bathrooms locked for the duration of this ass whooping because you are on."
Without doubt John had the advantage. His bladder was empty while Dave had
about two liters of soda making it's inevitable way down toward his bladder.
Already he could feel some of it pressing down, signifying a bathroom would be
a good idea. A good idea, but not a necessary one. Especially for Dave who had
a bladder of steel thanks to his Bro's epic ablutions. Considering the guy
could stay inside a bathroom for five hours at a time Dave didn't doubt for a
second that his older bro thought he was training Dave for only he knew what.
Also, even if he did lose to John there were worse things that could happen. It
was like anyone else could see them or anyone would believe John if he decided
to blab about he results. The whole pissing himself would suck, but it'd
happened before and would again. Dave had not mastered his bladder without a
few accidents along the way. He continued letting John destroy his barricades.
It was costing him, but like this Dave knew exactly where John was. When he
started getting to close to taking the lead away Dave would snipe him and use
the time John was respawning and scrambling to beef up security.
"So how do you want this to work amigo? The one of us who holds out longest
gets to use a toilet while the loser is stuck with his pants? And is this a one
time dealio or are toilet privileges revoked for the loser until they pass out
from exhaustion?"
When they died, John turned to Dave, narrowing his eyes with a tight smile.
"Deal," he said, putting his hand out for Dave to shake. Once his partner had
taken his hand and given it a firm shake, John's smile widened. He was sure he
could win this; Dave must've downed an entire bottle of soda without visiting
the bathroom once. He grabbed the bottle of soda by the neck, pulling it into
his lap as he used his other hand to run himself into a shadowy corner he could
hide in as he took a sip. He guzzled down a some soda and put the bottle back
down, screwing the cap on quickly and returning both hands to his controller.
As the round ended, John turned to Dave with a questioning expression. "I don't
know how down I am for complete and utter revoking of bathroom privileges, but
loser definitely has to..... y'know. I think that's punishment enough," He
chuckled, shaking his head. "Do you know how bad you're going down, Dave? It's
gonna be pretty bad. You're gonna be floating in your own embarrassment in
under an hour." Dave snorted. Leave it to John to be flustered by the most
ridiculous things. Here they were making a bet on whose bladder would give out
first and John couldn't even say the word pee.
"Loser has to what John? Has to drain the main vein in their best pair of
scrubs? Punish not the porcelain but the denim? Water the flowers decorating
their boxers? Squeeze the lemon onto a paper cut? Soak themselves? Come on
John, what are you five? Surely you can say pee by now." The round over Dave
took the opportunity to fully face his friend. His stoic expression gave away
nothing, but he thought it fairly obvious that he was only teasing John. They'd
practically known one another forever. Impregnable wall of irony and cool built
or not it was impossible for John not to know him. That was just not how
friendships worked. "You're dreaming John. Up in the air for two seconds and
you're already in cloud 9. You poor, naive fool you have no idea you're in for
an emergency crash landing when your fuel lines spring a leak. Yeah, sure I had
like two bottles of soda, but that's nothing for a steel trap like mine.The
only thing I'm going to be floating on in under an hour is the thrill of
victory." Oh if only he could be as confident as he sounded. Power to hold or
not it'd b a struggle to go toe to toe with a guy starting on empty. He wasn't
about to take the bet back now though. 
John rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, Dave! It's not about saying pee.
I know how to say pee, but... peeing yourself? If it's not awkward to say, how
can it be a good punishment?" He suggested, but it was mostly an excuse. He
continued to laugh quietly at Dave's slew of metaphors. Pissing yourself was
like the ultimate form of embarrassment, especially at their age, but it was
definitely good incentive to keep John working hard at winning. Suddenly, he
smiled, agreeing with Dave's arrangement.
"...How about a toast?" Dave twisted the cap off the bottle and held it up to
John. "To number one!" He gulped down three mouthfuls and handed the bottle
over.
"Cheers," John laughed sarcastically, taking the bottle from him and
drinking.John took it upon himself to take large chugs from the bottle,
emphasizing the fact that he sat there, feeling strong bladdered. A bit later,
he noticed Dave had stopped taking sips from the bottle, which was a pretty
good sign for John. He eyed him from his place at his side, and couldn't help
but smile slightly at the way Dave fidgeted, trying to mask how flustered he
felt. John, on the other hand, was feeling pretty confident in his ability to
hold. Twenty minutes later, though, he felt differently. His iron bladder was
beginning to falter under the pressure of all the soda he'd drank. His stomach
felt almost too full, and there was a pressure in his bladder that he couldn't
get rid of no matter how he shifted. He kicked his legs out and crossed one of
his ankles over the other in an attempt to ease the feeling in his abdomen. It
was making him really sensitive.
"Easy. It's good punishment because it feels awkward as fuck and whichever one
of us loses is never going to live this down. Don't pretend you're not going to
tell the girls THE Dave Strider pissed his pants playing video games. Like you
don't even have to mention the contest. Just say I got so into whooping your
ass I soaked my jim jams before getting to the horror movie. Fuck knows Rose
would believe you. And hell, Jade is practically related or married to you or
whatever so by default she's on your side. Trust me bro.The only thing less
awkward than talking about peeing yourself with your best bro is beating said
best bro's ass at Call of Duty. Speaking of, I totally pwned your buck toothed
face. I claim player 1 rights next game as per the Gamer Bro code."
Not five minutes after falling silent Dave realized he'd made a miscalculation.
Hold his piss when he had this much water or juice in him was no problem, but
the soda was carbonated and caffeinated which made it go through him much
quicker. So when John eyed him he couldn't stop fidgeting for a second. Also
his teeth were buried deep into his lower lip as he fought the ever growing
urge to relax. When twenty minutes in total passed Dave honestly wasn't sure
how he was still holding on. Truth be told he wasn't sure of his own name.
Something that started with P right? Wait, no, fuck that's what his dick was
doing. A stifled gasp escaped his throat as his hands whooshed down to give his
dick a squeeze before the leak could get out of control. He managed to tamp it
down, but not without being able to feel a noticeable wet patch in his boxers.
With any luck the patch wasn't big enough to show because he never would live
down pissing himself silly in just twenty minutes.
"What's the matter?" He managed to say through gritted teeth. "Gotta pee?" He
fixed John a knowing stare that was obvious even from behind his glasses.
"Course you do. You've been wriggling around like a kid hopped up on sugar but
in a time out for the last two and a half minutes." He knew this because he
hadn't taken his eyes off John in the last five minutes. He knew it was twenty
kind of fucked up to be aroused by John squirming, but fuck it if he hadn't
been in love with the kid for the last ten years. And since he sincerely
doubted his ability to be in any kind of relationship he was happy to just be
bros with John Hell, it was more than he could have hoped for. Just because
John was his first love didn't mean he had to be his last.
"Oh yeah," John said, switching away from the game and over to Netflix; it was
unspoken that they both had to put all their focus in not pissing themselves
all over the rug rather than on their scores. "Don't worry, Dave. I'll tell all
the ladies. There won't be a single girl within 50 miles of here that won't
know how badly I beat your ass on this day." He said with a determined smile,
not risking a laugh in case it caused him to lose control of his bladder. John
couldn't help but notice the silenced noises that seemed to escape Dave every
now and then, smiling to himself when the other gasped aloud. He quirked his
brow at him, but kept quiet, figuring if something sizeable happened, Dave
would show it on his face. He poked at John every so often about his situation,
but John noted that Dave was having a little more trouble than he was. Sure, he
had to pee, really badly at that....but he was able to shift one way or another
and feel confident he wouldn't accidentally let it out if he relaxed. His
biggest problem was in the fact that his bladder sat heavy on his prostate,
causing him to feel just a bit tittilated as they sat there waiting for one of
them to crack.
"Not yet," He said, tightening his abdominal muscles and pressing his legs
together. He wanted to just leg go, so badly, but knowing he wasn't far from
winning, he tried to convince himself it was only a matter of time until Dave
broke. He could tell Dave was walking to himself when he instructed John not to
ruin the rug, but knew, deep down, that Dave was fighting a losing battle. He
could see his arms shaking under the pressure, wanting him to just...let go so
John could use the toilet. John found no shame in staring at Dave's crotch,
now, seeing a bit of a dark patch form along the hem of Dave's pants and
widening his eyes. The moment of distraction caused a small stream of pee to
leak out against his boxers before he quickly stopped it, and John could barely
stifle a moan, surprised at just how much it felt like cumming.
"What happened too..." Whatever Dave went to say next died on his lips as he
has to curl over almost double to fight the wave of desperation. "Ughn fuck I
gotta piss!" Well, so much for his cool act. At least now, maybe, he could
embarrass John into losing. He moaned loud and desperate, the sound not nearly
as acted as he wished and bounced ceaselessly on his but. He could feel the
literal liters of pee inside him pushing out and droplets beading at the tip of
his dick. Unless a miracle happened in the next second Dave was done for.
Dave began to say something and caught John's attention. He turned his head
towards him with a questioning expression, but Dave's sentence fell flat and
his face flushed red. For the first time since they started, Dave expressed
aloud how desperate he was to use the toilet. John's eyes widened at the sudden
loss of composure, and then, the moan that escaped the boys lips as he tried to
stop himself from going. John felt his own member twitch in his pants just at
the noise, and the way Dave held his cock through his jeans in an attempt to
stop the flow that threatened his dick. John couldn't help but chuckle, and to
his dismay, it caused a bit to trickle out from his tip. His laugh devolved
into a whine as he put both his hands over the crotch of his jeans.
He'd stopped paying attention to what was on the screen fifteen minutes ago,
but even so he was vaguely aware they weren't playing video games because there
wasn't a controller in his hands. He wished there was though. That way he could
have sat on it as if it were a shoe and not been seconds away from ruining his
jeans. Maybe that wouldn't have saved him the loss, but at least he wouldn't
have lost so totally and completely.
"Fuck." Another leak hadn't sprung, but he'd caught himself thinking how he'd
already lost and that was a bad sign. A really bad sign. Almost as bad as the
incredible pressure on his bladder. He felt as if his back teeth were floating.
He had to piss so bad that his dick couldn't get hard even though seeing John
hold himself was the hottest thing Dave had seen since he looked at a
thermometer in the middle of a Texan heat wave. "Laughing not such a good idea
huh?" He managed, though his words were pained and his voice just on the edge
of cracking. With his hands shoved into his crotch as hard as he dared he could
feel a steady drip of urine leaking from the tip of his dick. If he removed his
hands now Dave had no doubt there'd be a visible dark patch to attest to just
how badly he was losing. "It was cute though. I'm not going to lie, I could get
used to you whining like a starving dog staring at the world's juiciest steak."
Huh. That probably explains why I like beating you at video games so much. And
here you probably thought I was just an ass."
Even though Dave stopped speaking he was hardly silent. He was breathing hard,
panting really, and every drip that managed to get past his hold caused him to
whimper pitifully. There was no denying he was slowly pissing his pants now.
His wet hands could attest to that fact. "So you got a wet spot yet? He turned
to John even though his facade of composure was all but gone. Sweat was
trickling down his forehead, he was biting his lip hard enough that blood was
leaking around his teeth and his shades had fallen to the tip of his nose from
how he'd bent over before. Without them hiding his eyes it was all too easy to
see his eyes were welling up with tears thanks to the unrelenting pressure.
"Try no to ruin my rug, kay?
John pressed himself gently through the fabric of his pants, managing to stave
off the feeling if only for a moment. It certainly helped, but it wasn't a
miracle remedy. He just hoped he could hold on for a bit longer, seeing as Dave
was already on the edge of breaking. He stared over at him as he held his dick
through his pants, seeing the way his head was tilted down in shame, or focus,
cheeks flushed with pink. His eyes were watering, too. John almost found it
cute the way Dave had put all his energy into not wetting himself, rocking back
and forth in his position. His breath was labored, and every so often, he'd
shut his eyes and whine. John gently rubbed his thighs together in attempt to
get some kind of relief. It seemed if he aroused himself, it made it nearly
impossible to leak.
Dave tried to watch John to see if his friend was anywhere close to coming
undone, but it was impossible. He couldn't concentrate much less keep his had
raised to see if the impossible was happening. At least with his head bowed he
could, sort of, still see John holding himself. He couldn't think of how good
that looked now, but in a few minutes he'd surely have enough material to last
at least on masturbation session. And, with any luck, he'd be able to avoid the
guilt that came with 'I find the idea of watching my best bro/first love
wetting his pants ridiculously sexy.' because he'd be too busy dealing with the
guilt of, 'I found that pissing myself in front of my best bro/first love was
ridiculously sexy. Dave knew he would have no chance to get himself off while
John ran to the bathroom, but he was half tempted to try because he KNEW he was
going to have a boner after this.
"Heh yeah me either. Dry as a bone over here." He was obviously lying, but damn
if it didn't make him feel better. "You know, if I didn't know better I would
say you were enjoying this a bit TOO much." Why did he think John was getting
off to this? Wait...did he even have a reason. Fuck, probably not. He was just
mixing his own signals of arousal with the sight of John holding his water. Ah
well. Being wrong had never stopped him fro going too far before. "I don't
think you've stared at me this long since...well ever actually. Is little John
walking through the forest of your pubes and poking his probably shaved head
through?" Trying to tease John proved to be Dave's undoing. Close as he was to
breaking he couldn't breathe without leaking, much less talk. The second he
managed to say what he wanted the final wave of desperation passed over him and
his muscles gave out completely. Dave had just a second to pull his hands away
before his leaking penis started its best impression of a fire hose.
His stream didn't bother slowly picking up speed. It was jetting full force
from the very first second, soaking the already soak crotch of Dave's pants to
the point little arcs of piss could be seen escaping from the denim to the air.
As Dave was sitting down his piss was more than powerful enough to be heard
hissing out of his dick and spattering to the floor to be soaked up by the rug
or the seat of his jeans. What didn't fall to the floor ran down his pants
legs, turning the blue denim a wet black from inner thigh to the top of his
knee. Only know beginning to feel he relief of his emptying bladder Dave moaned
loud and wanton in relief. As he did he fell still for the first time in twenty
minutes and just submitted himself to the mind numbing pleasure and heat of
peeing his pants.
John liked the way Dave tried to keep it light, slowly picking up the pieces of
his shattered cool facade. Even though they were both struggling to stay
composed, Dave still wasted most of his energy on picking on John and rambling
at length. He seemed to be particularly focused on John's dick this time
around, which John probably would've thought was a low blow if he wasn't so
focused on not pissing himself.
Suddenly, there was a noise and sudden shifting from Dave, and John quickly
looked at him. He saw him draw away his hands from his crotch, falling back
onto his shaky arms and tilting his head away from John as he moaned and
whimpered from the feeling as the first spurt of his stream broke the seal. He
could see his pants darkening as they were quickly soaked. Part of his stream
even crested out above the fabric of his pants. Somehow, John's cheeks were
even more flushed than before. His eyes widened and he couldn't help but feel
the corners of his mouth tugging up into a smile. While staring, he almost let
out his own held bladder, feeling a bit of piss trickle out and moisten the
front of his boxers.
"O-Oh my god, dude, you did it..." He exclaimed, surprised by how desperate
he'd been and how much he'd peed. John's brows were up for a moment before he
realized what that meant, quickly getting up and rushing to the bathroom. He
didn't even have enough time to close the door before he undid his pants,
shoving his boxers down to his knees and pulling himself out. He held his cock
as he pissed, almost able to feel the stream as it rushed out, dick pulsing in
his hands.
Dave couldn't remember the last time he'd peed so hard or so long. Even when
his bro used the bathroom for hours on and and Dave didn't think he could get
to the roof fast enough to unzip there he'd never had to go this bad. Mostly
because he'd taken to peeing in the sink, a bottle or right in the middle of
the floor, but also because he hadn't had to go so badly in a long time. The
relief he felt was near orgasmic, the only thing keeping Dave from moaning in
relief at the top of his lungs was the knowledge that John was right across
from him and didn't need any more ammunition for his 'never let him live it
down' assault. By the time Dave finished he was physically aching in relief and
soaked from crotch to toe. Even the back of his pants hadn't escaped the
soaking since he'd been sitting down. Also John was nowhere to be seen, which
almost certainly meant he'd absconded to the bathroom. Fuck, he really hadn't
had any chance of winning this contest had he? Groaning Dave pushed himself to
his feet and shuffled toward the bathroom. So what if John was there? He'd be
out soon enough and Dave needed a shower because his piss was already starting
to get uncomfortably cool. That wasn't stopping his quickly inflating erection
from pressing into the front of his jeans as if they weren't filthy.
"Hello and welcome to fucked up kinks R us Dave Strider. We've been expecting
you. Thanks to your Bro you have a life time membership so feel free to pick
out whichever fucked up kink you want." Dave continued to muttering under his
breath, keeping the 'story' of the kink shop going until he passed by the wide
open bathroom door. Without thinking he took a step inside before hearing the
tell tale sound of a man pissing into the toilet. Dave couldn't see John much
less John's dick or stream but he could imagine it all to easily. "Fuck Egbert
close the door next time. There are old ladies living in this apartment
building." Considering the bulge in his jeans, made more obvious by his wet
pants, calling out to John wasn't the best idea, but Dave never had been any
good with self preservation.
John couldn't help but close his eyes, legs shaking slightly at the feeling of
relieving himself into the toilet. He was surprised and enthralled by the fact
he could feel the stream of piss pulsing out of his dick. His chest rose and
fell quickly as his stream slowed. He'd almost finished by the time Dave got in
the bathroom behind him, not even hearing the other walk over until he spoke.
He jump a little bit as he shook himself off into the toilet, instinctively
tucking himself in as quickly as possible as he turned around, staring at the
other boy with wide eyes. Had he really forgotten to close the door? He guessed
he'd assumed the other wouldn't come rushing in, but he'd been wrong. He
couldn't help it, his eyes were quickly drawn to Dave's pants, curious to see
the damage done to his denim. He couldn't help but notice the thickness in
Dave's crotch, assuming it was due to the fact his pants were wet and clingy,
but not before his brows shot up in surprise. He looked back up to Dave almost
in an attempt to pretend he hadn't just scoped out his best friend's junk, but
it came off as more of an expectant stare. Dave was totally going to ignore the
pang in his chest he felt because he hadn't caught sight of John's dick. Even
for him that was too fucked up. Plus ignoring his feelings for John was always
easier than admitting them and that was especially true right now.
"Nice porn face. You look like you're two seconds short of begging me to take
off my pants so we can have a sizing contest. Don't get you're enviably dry
panties in a twist John. My dick is definitely bigger than yours. Don't ask how
I know that even though I've never seen or touched your dick. I have my ways.
Plus if I told you I'd have to kill you and I'd hate to have to do that to my
best bro." Keeping his legs spread slightly wider than normal so that his jeans
clung as little as possibl Dave waddled toward the shower. "Anyway, if you are
done gazing at my junk with jealousy, envy and WAY too much interest I'm going
to take a cold shower. I have to wash this piss of somehow. Oh! Speaking of
congrats on the win. Humiliating as this was for me it's still a milestone.
Egbert's first win against Dave Strider. I'll forever cherish the moment by
keeping it in a scrap book of all our best memories. Fuck that came out really
gay, sorry bro my normally infallible brain is still a little scrambled from
the mind numbing relief of not having to piss. I promise to be back to our
normal, cliche no homo bro code thing we got after the break. Feel free to
throw your clothes in the wash. Don't worry about the rug either. Bro takes
stupidly long showers and shoots puppet porn so this place is more than capable
of cleaning up a spill. You might want to stay out of the living room though,it
will reek."
John stared at him in a stunned silence as he watch Dave waddle into the
bathroom and towards the shower. He couldn't help but smirk at the funny way he
moved himself towards the shower, talking himself up quite a bit about his
apparent victory against John while his defeat was staring the younger boy
right in the face. He pushed himself up against the rim of the counter as Dave
moved by, watching him closely as he ranted at length about all the things that
had gone down just that night in some kind of an attempt to normalize it, make
it less of a big deal that Dave had just pissed himself all over the living
room floor.
"Duly noted," John said with a gentle click of his tongue, pressing his lips
together and holding his hands up as he back up out of the bathroom, staring at
the soaked crotch of his pants and then reassigning his gaze to the back of
Dave's head. "Oh, and speaking of porn face, when you're done with that we
should talk about those faces you pulled out in the living room. Those noises,
too." He gave him a smirk, though both of them knew it was mostly in good
taste, that John was just poking fun back at him while he still had ammunition.
He would probably never tell anyone about this.
 
End Notes
     this is kinda trash but hey i wanted to get back into writing fics!!!
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!