Fridays were Spots favourite, and not just because it was the day before the weekend, Friday was date night. Friday was the day that he got Races full undivided attention. Friday was the day that he longed for during a long week of work, thinking about Races gorgeous eyes looking at him doe-fully from the other end of the table, throwing out jokes that just might make him smile and getting to just hear him talk. That gentle yet loud voice that seemed to be able to talk its way out of all spots problems for him. No homework, no annoying co-workers, and no stress.
Yeah. Friday was going to be perfect. No problems, just the two of them.
Unfortunately for Spot, it wasn't Friday, it was Thursday.
"Race, could you pass me the remote?" Spot asked.
Race remained silent, chewing on the end of his pen, staring down at some sheets of paper, like he had been, for the last two hours.
"Race?" Spot asked again, this time waving a hand infront of his unfixed eyes.
"Huh?" Race blinked back into focus, starting a bit. Spot smiled.
"I said can you pass me the remote." Spot repeated softly.
"Oh yeah! .... sorry." Race quickly picked up the remote and handed it over, however, Spot didn't move to turn on the TV, instead, as if he had turned on a movie - his favourite movie - he began to analyse Races face and quick squirrel-like movements.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently, placing a hand on his leg.
"Yeah!" Answered Race slightly too quickly.
"Come on, talk to me." Spot lightly pulled Race back so that Races back was slumped on his chest and his head tiredly resting on his shoulder.
"I knew that college was hard but I didn't think it would be this hard." Race whined, looking up at Spot.
"I know...you'll get it, you always do." Spot reassured, wrapping his arms around him.
"And I feel so guilty." Race carried on.
"About what?" Spot gently kissed the side of his head.
"You."
"Me?"
"I'm always either at college, or doing homework and I feel like I don't make enough time for you." Race mumbled into Spots shoulder.
"No Race don't you worry about that, focus on school it's way more important...and although I'd love to have you all to myself every day of the week...I'll settle for Friday."
Race smiled and tilted his head upwards,"Yeah, Friday."
From where they were sat, they both heard the rings of Races phone disregarded on the sofa near them. Race scrambled over Spot to get it.
"Hello?"
"Oh shit really?"
"I'd sue personally."
"Mega mega fuming."
"Uh yeah I guess you can!"
"Italian, the one near my college."
"This Friday yeah."
As if a puppy being wound up by the word walk, Spot turned his head comedically slow and blinked in disbelief.
"See you then, bye."
Race turned back around and audibly laughed at Spots shocked face.
"What did you just do." Spots voice was weirdly deep.
"That was Davey, he said that his date reservations were cancelled and asked if they could join us." Race replied, almost laughing again.
"No."
"Too late." Race smiled
"I am not going on a date with fuck ass Jack." Spot said angrily.
"You wouldn't be on a date WITH Jack you'd be on a date with me, and Jack would just be there too." Race soothed.
"There's no way." Spot said blankly.
" Come on, a double date will be fun!...and I've already said yes." Race beamed.
Dramatically, Spot let out a load groan, covering his face with his hands and sliding further down the sofa until he lay face down on the floor.
"Get a grip mate." Race joked, walking right on top of Spots back to get to the kitchen.
Friday came faster than it ever had before for Spot, the one time he dreaded it.
"Oh hey guys." Race smiled as he approached the door of the restaurant at the same time Jack and Davey arrived.
"Hiya!" Davey said happily, clearly very exited.
"Is that new?" Spot indicated to Jack's coat, not even greeting him.
"Yeah and what of it?" Jack said defensively.
"Nothing...." Spot dragged out the last silobol as if it were a question, trying to find eye contact with Race to test the waters.
"You look like princess Diana." Race said flatly.
Spot laughed loudly, davey hid a smirk and Jack stood there looking as though he was trying to use his mind to make Race explode.
"How the hell do I look like princess Diana?" Jack snapped.
"I didn't mean anything by it....it just makes you look very....." Race trailed off, trying not to giggle at Jack's face.
"Feminine." Spot finished.
"Shut up!" Jack yelled.
"Not in a mean way! We just mean you look very snatched... very uhh..." Race smiled like the sun.
"Dainty." Spot finished again.
"That's it, I'll take both of you right now! See whose dainty then you little-" Jack growled, before Davey put a hand on his arm.
"Jackie you look fine, you don't look dainty and you don't look like a princess." Davey whispered to him, instantly feeling his arm- de-tense.
"Yeah...okay." Jack finally agreed, "let's go Inside I'm cold."
"Lead the way your highness." Davey smirked and felt Jack gasp and smack him whilst Spot and Race burst into giggles.
Twenty minutes later, they were still waiting in the dimly lit restaurant buzzing with happy couples and families.
"Can I help you?" One of the waitors finally asked.
"Hello, were here for a reservation for four under the name Higgins." Race gladly replied.
"Let me just check....oh." the waitor made an awkward face. They all froze in dread.
"Looks like we had you double booked..."
"Looks like you're about to be double right hooked-" Race said Instantly before Spot pulled him away and stood infront of him.
"Is there anything you can do?" Spot asked wairely.
"I'm afraid not sir."
They all groaned and shuffled out of the door.
"So what now?" Jack huffed, crossing his arms.
"Uhhh...suicide pact?" Race offered with a straight face.
"Or...we could go get maccies?" Davey suggested sounding a little bit scared. They all agreed and began walking.
The walk was brisk but beautiful, Davey and Jack walked infront, both couples holding hands and gently talking, looking up at the stars freckled in the navy sky. Jack snd Spot walked by the road because it was the "gentlemanly thing to do" until Spot kept purposefully stepping on the back of Jack's shoes and had to swap with Race. Seeing Races tired yet happy face painted with moonlight almost made up for the way the night was turning out, almost.
"Were hereeee." Davey said cheerfully and began to drag Jack by his hand as if a dog on a leash. Soon enough they were Stood around the ordering screen.
"Four big macs?" Spot announced, "no wonder you're so horizontally challenged.
"At least I'm not vertically challenged." Jack smirked back.
" You're both gonna be sexually challenged if you don't shut up." Davey interjected, both he and Race cackled at their shocked faces.
"Now out of my way I want my maccies." Davey shoved Jack to the side, he stumbled slightly. Spot and Race made eye contact and held back laughter. A few minutes later, they were all sat around a table.
" Davey can I have a fry please?" Jack asked nicely.
"No." Davey responded.
"Why not?" Jack smiled slightly, for some reason he found this adorable.
"Mine." Davey said, repressing a smile of his own.
"I'm starting to think that you love those fries more than me." Jack joked and then his face dropped when instead of disagreeing, Davey went silent and side-eyes him. He then burst into laughter and began to subconsciously hit Jack.
"First you starve me now you abuse me." Jack sighed, playfulness laced in his voice.
"Sorry you know I hit things when I laugh..." davey giggled and wiped his eyes after the intense laughter, of course Jack knew. "And I'm joking Jackie, you know I love you more."
"There's my sweet boy." Jack said softly before pecking Davey on the forehead and then his lips, again and again and again. Lips meeting teeth as he smiled uncontrollably at the boy infront of him, wanting to never stop touching him.
"Right get a room you two." Spot Snarled.
"I cant help it if he loves my taste." Jack sneered.
"Yeah you taste like fries!" Davey chirped
"You and these damn fries why don't you snog the fries if you-." Jack was cut off by soft lips meeting his again, more deep and intimate this time, a tongue flicking along his inner-bottom lip.
Spot went to say something when he suddenly heard:
"Spot do you think I could fit this whole burger in my mouth?"
"Race no!"
For the next ten minutes, Jack and Davey tangled themselves up in eachother as Jack greedily stocked up on kisses like you would food for a zombie apocalypse. Whilst, Race choaked and Spot patted his back, almost in tears.
Soon enough, they were back at Spot and Races apartment, Davey had his head rested on Jack's lap, who was staring down at Davey whilst he talked, eyes full to the brim with with mental intimacy and warmth, there had been a time it had over filled in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks, he hoped Davey didn't remember than as he ran a hand through his hair. They had just watched a movie and were winding down for the night, wrappers and an empty bottle of wine lay around then.
On the other side of the sofa, Spot was sitting contently on the sofa, with Races legs bend over his and his side rested against Spots chest.
"I'm sorry tonight wasn't quite like how you pictured." Race whispered.
"It's fine." Spot whispered back, placing a kiss into his hair.
"No its not...you were so exited for this and it all got ruined." Race sighed
"Nothing was ruined, the only thing that could have ruined my night is you not being there baby." He laced their fingers together. Race went pink.
"Even though it was a double date?" Race asked.
"Even with fuck ass Jack here, it was great." Spot reassured.
"You're lying to make me feel better, I ruined it by being boring and school-centred ." Race said sadly.
"Baby...you shoved a whole burger down your throat and told a waitor you were gonna right-hook him, you are the last thing from boring." Spot chucked, finally getting Race to look up at him.
"so same time next Friday?" Race grinned, "maybe next time just us."
"I've never loved you more than I do right now."
With that, their lips didn't part for the rest of the night.
jack kelly x davey jacobs (freshman college roommates au)
summary: davey might like his new roommate more than he was expecting to.
a/n: hi @faded-dragon-flys !! i’m your secrect santa for @newsies-secret-santa !! this is being posted a little later than i wanted so i’m really sorry about that but i hope you like it!! i hope you’ve had a happy holidays and that you have a wonderful new years :)
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College was....okay. It wasn't that Davey wasn't excited to have more freedom and to finally be able to pursue his interests, but the entire experience was incredibly nerve-wracking. Classes and coursework were enough stress on their own, but the addition of living away from home for the first time in a new place with a stranger for a roommate wasn't exactly ideal. Not that his roommate wasn't fine, he was —mostly. He had a horrible sleep schedule and he was a little messy and he sometimes listened to his music too loud, but Davey had many of the same flaws. So, yeah, Davey could mostly handle Jack.
It had been a bit of a shock the second week when he had been up at an ungodly hour writing for one of his classes and Jack, who he had assumed was sleeping somewhere else for the night, had returned from one of the school's art studios splattered with paint. From the look on Jack's face, it had been a bit of a shock for him, too. But after the initial surprise had passed Jack had laughed quietly and Davey's cheeks had flushed the lightest of pinks because, oh, Jack had a really nice laugh. Davey had laughed a little, too, once he got his faint blush under control, and they had stayed up a little longer to talk before going to sleep. There were plenty of late night encounters in the following weeks, but that first one lingered in Davey's mind — the way the paint on Jack's face had accentuated his jawline, the way his smile had spread across his face so easily. His laughter had been soft but, with the quiet of the room, the sound of it had wrapped itself around Davey so firmly that he had felt it in his chest.
That happened a lot — more than he would have liked to admit. Jack would laugh, or he would sing along with his music, or he would just talk, and Davey would feel it reverberating in his chest and quickening the pace of his heart. Though, to be fair, the sped up heart rate also happened whenever Jack changed his shirt in front of Davey or walked into the room after a shower in only a towel.
So, maybe he couldn't actually handle Jack that well. Or, rather, he couldn't handle the way his face warmed every time Jack looked at him and his heart jumped in his chest anytime Jack touched him. Every time he talked to Sarah on the phone she would ask about his cute roommate, and every time without fail Davey would make a little choking noise and, if Jack was there, a swift exit. She had seen him when she was helping Davey move into his dorm, and he spent every day grateful that she hadn't gotten the chance to actually talk to him.
Sarah was better at making friends than Davey was, she always had been. Where she blossomed in social situations and could easily command a room, Davey floundered for what to say and criticized every word that came out of his own mouth. He was awkward, and people tended to give him strange looks rather than friendly smiles. Jack was the same way as Sarah, from what Davey could gather. He had plenty of friends back home and he had had no trouble making friends at their university, never eating alone in the dining hall and always having someone in each of his classes to text about assignments. Davey could understand it, the way people seemed to fawn over Jack and melt at his smile — after all, he did the same things. Jack never really brought his friends back to their dorm, though, and it warmed Davey's heart to think it was out of consideration for him.
The only real friends Davey had made since arriving on campus were Jack and a girl in his english class named Katherine, who sometimes scared him but he still adored all the same. Katherine had caught onto his growing feelings for his roommate so fast Davey had briefly wondered if she was psychic. Jack had seen them sitting together while they ate dinner and came to say hi, and Katherine had clearly not missed the way Davey had simultaneously brightened out of excitement and shrunk down out of nervousness. Thankfully, she didn't say anything until Jack had left, but then a teasing smile had spread across her face and Davey knew he was a goner.
"Don't think I didn't see that," she had said, nonchalantly flipping her hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief as she looked at him.
"See what?" He had asked, trying to appear as unbothered as she was. He failed miserably.
She hadn't responded, only going back to eating her salad, but she had been poking fun at him about it ever since. It didn't help that she insisted Jack had a crush on Davey, too. She would tell him about how Jack's smile was different for him and he rarely looked away from Davey when they were in the same room — but Davey just couldn't bring himself to believe it. Believing it would let in too much hope, and with too much hope came the inevitable bone crushing weight of heartbreak.
Even just the little bit of hope that had crept into his chest after Katherine's constant reassurances of Jack liking him as well left him stealing glances at his roommate while perched on his own bed and making half-assed annotations in his textbook. Sometimes he felt creepy, always watching Jack when he wasn't looking (thought he probably spent an equal amount of time averting his eyes for his own sanity), but every once in a while Jack would catch him and he would just smile — so Davey never felt too bad about it.
He watched as Jack hunched over his sketchbook, his lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed. Jack always looked breathtaking when he was concentrating on his artwork. He ended up in strange positions that looked like there was no way they could ever be comfortable, but his body was as relaxed as it was tense. Sometimes his tongue would slip out between his teeth if he got really into it, and it always made Davey smile. Jack's control over his face in general seemed to disappear when he was working on his art, every emotion clearly written in his expressions as he cycled through them. Once, Jack had brought Davey to the art studio with him so he could have company while he painted. It had been one of the smaller rooms in the art building, and they were the only ones in there. The way Jack had loosened and opened up was incredible to watch, it was like as soon as he picked up his paintbrush his whole being clicked into place and was brought into focus. The painting was beautiful, as was every piece of Jack's, but it was the painter who Davey had watched come alive in vibrant colors.
"What are you working on?" He blurted out, startling even himself as Jack looked up from his sketchbook. His roommate's face relaxed a little as his eyes fell on Davey.
"Just some warmup sketches," he answered easily. Everything Jack did seemed to come easily.
"Any particular subject?" Davey pushed his textbook off his lap, his notes forgotten in lieu of a much more important subject (Jack, of course). For a split second, he swore he saw panic flash across his friend's face.
"Not really, I just like to make sure I draw a bit everyday." He smiled at Davey, closing his sketchbook. "What class are you working on?"
"Oh, this?" Davey gestured to the several colors of highlighters and pens scattered across his bed with his textbook. "It's just stuff for my intro to philosophy course. The professor gives us, like, never-ending readings. It's nowhere near as interesting as your art." He was blushing by the time he finished talking, not having expected himself to turn his answer into praise for Jack (...again). But Jack scoffed, bringing himself and his sketchbook over to Davey's bed. He plopped down next to him and their knees knocked into each other, Davey's heart missing a beat.
"Nah, if it's interesting to you than it's cool. You don't have to downplay it or justify it to me." Jack caught Davey's eyes while he was talking, locking in so that Davey couldn't have looked away even if he wanted to (he didn't). There was something so simultaneously comforting and exposing about Jack looking right at him, all of his attention focused on Davey. He was so caught up it in that it took a second for his words to register. But, when they did, he found his chest warming and the butterflies in his stomach fluttering their wings — not the harsh, violent flapping that happened when he got anxious, but a gentle soothing rhythm that could have lulled him to sleep. Not knowing how to respond to such a warm act of reassurance, he tried to redirect the conversation.
"Can I see what you were drawing?"
It was Jack who finally broke their staring contest, dragging his eyes down to look at his sketchbook resting in his lap. He glanced between it and Davey, biting his lip.
"Tell you what, I'll show you some of these sketches if you finally let me read one of those short stories of yours for your fiction writing class, deal?"
Davey's eyes widened, feeling himself shrinking back without actually moving. He was retreating from the warmth Jack was radiating and it left him cold and regretful, but he didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he could let Jack read one his stories, let him look that deeply in Davey's mind. Sure, his professor and his classmates would read his stories for workshops to help him revise it, but this felt different. They were reading it for the sake of constructive criticism and helping him improve it, Jack would be reading it just to read it. Jack would be reading it and in doing so he'd get the biggest peek into who Davey was that he would probably ever get. Even Sarah hadn't been allowed to read his stories yet. But —
But Jack was there. Jack was sitting there in front of him on Davey's bed, offering up a part of himself, too. Davey had watched Jack paint, but he had never had the privilege to look into Jack's sketchbook. Even when he asked he had been expecting a playful dismissal, a kind brush off. Jack's other friends, Davey knew, weren't allowed to look at his sketchbook. He had confided with Davey that even his foster brother back home had only been allowed to glimpse a few pages. And if Jack was willing to show that part of himself, to reveal that to Davey, how couldn't he offer up the same in return?
"Okay," he said, looking Jack right in the eye again and watching as his lips turned upward. "Deal."
Jack grinned fully before spitting on his hand and holding it out as if for a handshake. Davey scrunched his nose as he looked down at it. "That's disgusting."
Jack laughed, pulling hand back to wipe it on his pants. "Sorry, force of habit."
Davey's phone vibrated on the bed beside him as he was giving Jack a slightly bewildered stare. He picked it up without really looking, pulling up the text notification from Sarah. His face flushed at her message, quickly putting his phone face down on the bed to make sure Jack couldn't see it. It was Jack's turn to give Davey a bewildered stare.
"You alright there?"
Davey laughed nervously. "Yeah, uh, I'm good. Sorry, it's my sister. She won't stop asking me about my cute roommate." He froze as he realized what he had said. "Uh! Her words, not mine. She won't shut up about it."
"That so?" Jack asked, smirking. He was so smug and so boyishly attractive that Davey's brain didn't even give him a second to think before he was talking again.
"Well, you know, you are." And holy shit he did not just say that. Holy shit he did not just say that. Jack's jaw dropped just slightly, but Davey was more focused on the panic making its way through his entire body and forcing even more words up his throat. "I mean—like, uh, objectively, ya know? Like, your face is, uh — it's, like, aesthetically.... pleasing?"
He wanted to die. He wanted to throw himself out the window and die. He could not believe all of that had just come out of his mouth. He continued to stutter for a few more seconds without any real words coming out, Jack's eyes still fixated on him as he blushed and fidgeted. Then, suddenly, he turned away as if to hide his face — but he didn't turn enough. Davey watched in muted shock as Jack lips spread into a broad grin.
"For what it's worth," Jack's voice was soft and gentle, slipping out from behind his smile, "I think your face is pretty aesthetically pleasing, too."
Davey's entire body shut down. Oh. Jack thought he had a nice face. Okay. Yeah, definitely not something he could handle — definitely something he would need to deal with and process when he was alone and could express the proper amount of freaking out over it.
"I actually, um—" Jack was turning back to him, opening his sketchbook to his most recent pages. "I think you have a really nice face, Davey." He held the book out to Davey and he took it with slightly trembling his hands. In front of him were two full pages populated entirely by sketches of Davey. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at them, at Jack's beautiful handiwork. He made Davey seem more breathtaking than he was, than he could ever dream of being. And, more than that, he made Davey seem like the kind of person worth paying attention to.
When he turned to look back at Jack, his gaze was softened and his mouth was stilling hanging open slightly. Jack looked like he was holding his breath, his eyes hopeful as they met Davey's.
Oh, Davey thought again. Oh.
While he had been sneaking glances at Jack, Jack had been doing the same. While he had been romanticizing every detail of Jack, Jack had been doing the exact same thing to Davey in his artwork. He made Davey feel like he was the kind of person who deserved to be romanticized, like he was the kind of person who was meant to made into art.
Oh.
Davey gently placed the sketchbook down on the bed, feeling more calm than he had since he moved into their dorm. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering, his heart was beating out his chest, his face was practically burning, and yet everything felt peaceful. Jack's eyes widened as Davey reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
But he melted into it when Davey kissed him. He grabbed at Davey, his hands scrunching up the fabric of Davey's shirt as he pulled him closer, smiling into the kiss. Davey felt like he had literally ascended to heaven, curling his fingers in Jack's hair.
When they eventually pulled away Davey's nerves returned in full force, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself. But Jack just smiled at him and kissed his forehead before lacing their hands together. And, yeah, Davey could make do with that.
"What do you say we go grab some dinner and I read one of your stories when we get back? Then we can have a movie night or something," Jack offered, standing up from the bed and pulling Davey with him.
No fear came with the idea of Jack reading his story that time, not after having seen Jack's sketchbook. Not after Jack had revealed himself so openly to Davey — it was only fair he do the same. Plus, he found that he wanted Jack to see that part of him. He wanted to know what Jack thought of his writing.
"Yeah," he smiled, squeezing Jack's hand. "That sounds good."
Wow my first Javid Newsies fanfic ever. Inspired by literally every post by @annihilatedthenightstalker cuz their awesome and you should go check out their fics and blog and everything they do. Okay so...
Truth or Dare - Javid/Javey fic - 458 words - Tws: Internalized homophobia and light cursing
“Truth or Dare,” Jack asked David
“Hmmm, Truth,” David responded with a small smile. He usually didn’t pick truth, but this game had been going on all night long and he didn’t want another of Jackie’s oddly specific and strangely cruel dares. He had only stayed because any time with Jack was time well spent. David was starting to regret his decision when he saw a sly grin grow across the cowboy’s perfect face.
“Tell me every crush you’ve ever had,” Jack half laughed while announcing his truth.
“Uh… Dare,” David stuttered. He usually didn’t mind the question, but this was different. This would almost certainly result in David confessing his embarrassing crush on Jack. And, to the worst possible person to tell, Jack himself. Sure, he could lie, but he never wanted to lie to the faux cowboy with the messy brown hair. David internally scoffed at his own sappiness. David also knew there was one main caveat. Jack was a boy. David was also a boy. They would never work.
“So who’s Dare. Is that a new newsie?” Jack jabbed, bringing David back into reality.
“No dumbass, Dare instead,”
“I know, I know. Okay, I Dare you to tell me every crush you’ve ever had,” Jack said with the most adorable and mischievous smile David had ever seen.
“That’s not fair,” David groaned.
“Aye. When did I claim to be fair, Davey,”
Davey. Jack saying his nickname was his weak-spot. David laughed and shook his head. Now he had to lie to the cowboy, a necessity that broke his heart.
“Okay… well there was…” David, no Davey recited the list out loud. It was a list he had recited in his head many times, so it didn’t take much thought. Instead of focusing on the words coming out of his mouth, he focused on the features of Jackie’s face. His big brown eyes, his cheeky grin, his-
“And of course you, but you're a boy,” The words left Davey’s mouth before he could think to stop them. He slapped his hand to his mouth and let out a pained whine.
“I-I’m so sorry, I know it’s wrong I’m sorry. Oh god I’m sorry. It’s ok if you-” Davey whispered before noticing Jack’s sigh of relief.
“A-are you… relieved?” Davey asked, confusion stretched across his face as it often did.
“Well, this makes a LOT of things easier for me.” Jack said with a relieved smile.
“A-” Davey started, but Jack cut him off
“Y’know the whole confession thing,” Jack then made a nervous smirk and whispered “I love you Dave. I really do. And y’know what, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“R-really?” Davey stuttered with a shy smile “ya think so?”
Jack Kelly was having the perfect summer, days spent in the passenger seat of David's beat-up car, and nights spent surrounded by his friends. The summer gets a little less perfect when David's new coworker starts stealing his time away from Jack.
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Jack Kelly was a firm believer that nobody should have to drive in the city. He grew up in the center of Manhattan where everything was within walking distance, gas was expensive, and tourists were everywhere which is the perfect formula for never owning a car. When Medda took him in and Jack moved to a quieter outskirt of the city Jack never changed his mind. Even though here there were long stretches of road between home and school and other important locations. Growing up in New York, Jack walked. If he couldn’t walk he took the subway. So here, he could take the bus, he could walk, or he could take the subway back into the city to get where he needed to be.
As he got older his version of public transportation became getting rides from his friends. The majority of his friends got their driver’s licenses as soon as they could, eager to have the freedom of being able to drive wherever they want whenever they want. They didn’t typically have their own car but the chances were that enough of Jack’s friends would be able to fill their family cars in order to get everyone from point A to point B.
But David, David had his own car. Besides Crutchie, who also didn’t drive, David was Jack’s best friend. So Jack frequently found himself in the passenger seat of David’s beat up 2003 Nissan Altima. Jack loved driving with David, he would let Jack pick the music and roll down his window and sing at the top of his lungs. Or he would have nice conversations with Jack, talking about anything under the sun. Coming from a large group of friends, Jack loved spending time with David one-on-one. He also loved that whenever they drove with more of their friends David always let Jack have the front seat.
School was out for the summer and Jack and his friends were going to swim at Race’s apartment building to kick off the summer. When the final bell rang all the boys met in the student parking lot to figure out who was driving to Race’s. Before David even got outside, Jack took his spot in the front seat of David’s car.
“I can take three more,” David said to the group as he approached his car.
Elmer, Specs, and Buttons filled into his backseat. David pulled out of his space and began the familiar route to Race’s building. While Jack missed living in the middle of the city he had to admit it was nice that they had enough space for amenities like pools and areas to hang out without being in the middle of everything.
They fell into comfortable conversation in the car, chatting about how excited they are to have one more summer of freedom before their senior year. Jack liked watching David drive. He liked seeing how confident he was behind the wheel, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the center console, leaning back casually. Seeing David like this was always nice for Jack, David didn’t always exude this level of comfort and confidence.
They had fun at Race’s apartment, swimming and lounging at the pool until they went upstairs to eat pizza and watch The Office for the hundredth time. They piled into Race’s living room, the couch was full and many of them were sitting on the floor. Jack noticed how David lingered in the kitchen to chat with Race’s mom.
Whenever they were hanging out some people were bound to spend the night. They never planned it but they always ended up being over so late it just made sense to stay. Around 11:00 people began either telling their parents they were staying or finding a ride home. After being together for so long the boys were quieter now, most of them on their phones or dozing off from the long day. David was next to Jack, both of them on the floor with their backs resting against the couch. They were sitting close enough that when David turned his head to talk to Jack he ended up resting his head on Jack’s shoulder.
“Hey,” David said quietly, talking only to Jack and not the rest of the room.
“Hey, Davey.” It was at this point that Jack realized that even after sitting next to him for hours he had hardly talked to David.
“I think I’m gonna head out soon, you gonna come?” David asked. It made Jack feel special that he always offered Jack a ride. He would always be willing to drive anyone if they asked, but he always offered before Jack had to ask. “I can bring you home or you can stay over at mine, whatever you want.”
“Um, yeah.” Jack shot a quick text to Medda. “I’ll stay at yours if that’s okay.”
“You know you’re always welcome.” David was right, he spent a lot of nights at David’s house now that Sarah was away at college and David finally had his own room. Sarah had an internship this summer and wasn’t staying at home so Jack expected he would be around even more.
“Can we finish this episode?” Jack asked, resting his head on David’s. David simply hummed in response.
David’s phone rang when they were in the elevator. “Hi, momma… yes, he’s going to sleep over… I know, I love you too.”
“Sap,” teased Jack, knocking his shoulder into David’s.
“Shut up or you’re walking.”
Jack mimicked zipping his lips shut.
In the car, David wordlessly handed the AUX cord to Jack and waited for him to buckle his seatbelt before he headed home.
Jack shuffled his playlist of slower songs, most of which he knew David wouldn’t recognize, but he knew he wouldn’t mind. They rode home in a comfortable silence, aside from the soft music pumping out of the speakers.
When they got to David’s house they went straight to his room. David opened his drawers and tossed a shirt and a pair of sweatpants to Jack before getting changed himself.
Jack loved the way he and David could spend time together without saying a word. With the rest of his friends, it was always something, and that wasn’t a bad thing, Jack could spend weeks surrounded by his friends and never get bored. But with David, they could just settle into his bed (Jack stayed over frequently enough that they never bothered to set a bed up for Jack) and they would each do their own thing. Go on their phones or read a book. Sometimes David would do homework at his desk while Jack slept in his bed. It was comfortable, a breath of fresh air after being surrounded by so many people all day.
In the morning Jack was woken up by David getting dressed across the room.
“Morning, Davey,” He said stretching and wiping the sleep from his eyes.
“Oh, you’re awake.” David looked over his shoulder to Jack. “Coffee machine’s broken so I’m gonna hit a drive-through. You coming with?”
“You have a serious caffeine addiction, Dave. You should do something about it.” Jack teased, David couldn’t get through the day without coffee, he spent more money than he’d admit at drive-throughs. He never could resist driving by without getting a drink.
“I am doing something about it, I’m getting a coffee. Are you coming or not?”
Jack grinned, “You’re cranky in the morning.”
“I’m leaving in five, you know where the clothes are.” David left the room and closed the door behind him.
Eventually, Jack did get up, sliding on the jeans he was wearing the day before and one of David’s shirts. He knew that he probably had plenty of shirts of his own in David’s room but he didn’t care.
As he exited David’s room he saw Mrs. Jacobs on the couch and David waiting at the door. The look in his eyes told Jack that he wasn’t waiting another second.
“Good morning, Mrs. Jacobs.” Jack leaned over the back of the couch and gave David’s mom a quick kiss on the cheek. David looked annoyed but Jack could tell he was fighting off a smile.
In the car, AUX cord, seatbelt, leave. A comfortable routine.
“Davey, I really think you should drink less coffee. Think about how much money you’re wasting.” They've had this conversation countless times. Jack doesn’t really need caffeine. He likes to sleep in and take it easy in the morning, by the time he actually gets out of bed he’s awake enough. David was a night owl but still liked to wake up early, using large iced coffees to mask his little sleep.
“If you say coffee’s a waste of money again it’ll be the last thing you say.” David kept his eyes straight on the road, not humoring Jack.
Jack shook his head, smiling. He rolled down his window and turned the music up, ready to start his first full day of summer, of freedom. Jack couldn’t think of a better way to start the day than a drive with David.
When they arrived at the coffee shop David turned the music off and began his order.
“Hi, good morning. I’m gonna take a large iced black.” David shot a quick glance at Jack, who smiled innocently. “And a medium iced tea with sugar.”
“Oh, Dave, you know how to treat a boy right,” Jack said they pulled toward the window.
Jack was pretty damn thrilled with the way the summer was going so far. Spending the day with their friends and the night with David, now cruising around town with his arm out the window and an iced tea in hand. It was perfect.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” David asked between sips of his drink.
“Um, I think some of the guys are playing in a pickup basketball league, I thought it might be fun to go to the park and watch a game,” Jack answered.
“Sounds good to me.”
So that’s what they did. They sat at the park with the rest of their friends, watching basketball and pushing each other on the swings. It was a relaxed day but Jack had the time of his life, simply being surrounded by all his favorite people. If this was what the summer was going to be like, Jack was in for a good one.
And it was like that for weeks. Jack and his friends would go to the park or to the bowling alley or the movies, it didn’t really matter but they were together every day. Sometimes Jack would stay at someone’s house when a bigger group of his friends were together late into the night, like when they swam at Race’s apartment or took advantage of Finch’s typically empty house (the benefit of being an only child with a mom who works nights). Or he would stay with David, who was less likely to sleep over somewhere else on a whim. Whenever David was going to leave he offered Jack a ride, he took him up on it frequently. Sometimes David would drive other people home, dropping them off before asking if he was bringing Jack home or back to his house. The offer to stay with David always stood.
But Medda was alone most nights because Jack was hardly home so sometimes he would have David drop him off, with a promise he would pick him back up the next day. He always offered to have David sleep at his house but he knew he would hardly say yes, preferring to see his parents and sleep in his own bed.
Jack’s phone rang one night when he was actually at home, in the living room watching some documentary with Medda. David’s face appeared on his screen and Jack couldn’t have been less surprised. He thinks that David was probably the only person their age who preferred to call instead of text. Still, he swiped to answer the call.
“Hey, Davey.”
“Are you doing anything right now?” David asked.
“Uh, no not really. Medda and I are learning about sharks.”
“I’m getting off work in a couple minutes and I don’t feel like going home right away. Can I pick you up and we can drive around?”
David worked at a local ice cream shop, meaning Jack would have a free sundae waiting for him when David arrived, there was no way he could turn that down.
“Extra sprinkles.” Jack knew that David knew what he wanted and also knew that his request meant yes, he could pick him up.
“I’ll be over in like 20.” David hung up the phone and Jack told Medda he would be heading out soon but he’d be home later tonight. He didn’t bother to change out his worn shirt and sweatpants, knowing he would just be sitting with David for the night.
The documentary continued to play until Jack’s phone rang again. Jack slid his shoes on and said goodbye to Medda, answering the call as he walked downstairs to the lobby of his building.
“I’m outside,” David said as soon as Jack picked up.
“I figured, see you in like 30 seconds.” Jack exited the stairwell and could see David’s car in the parking lot.
“Evenin’, Davey,” Jack said as he got into the passenger seat. He noticed the sundae sitting in the cupholder. “This is why I keep you around,” he said as he cracked the lid. Extra sprinkles.
“That and my winning personality. And my car. Actually, mostly my car.” David responded.
“You’re a catch, Dave. You happen to bring me a spoon?”
David opened the center console and pulled out a plastic spoon, handing it to Jack.
Jack began eating and David pulled into the street, driving on the familiar roads with no destination in mind.
“How was work?” Jack asked around a mouthful of ice cream.
“Not too bad,” answered David. “It was pretty busy and we had a trainee.”
“Oh, yikes. That probably sucked. Did they get in the way a lot?”
“Actually, no.” Jack was surprised, David hated training new employees, it bugged him that he had to slow everything down and explain everything he’d already done a thousand times. “He picked things up pretty quickly. He seems like a nice guy, I can see myself liking working with him.”
Jack hummed in response and turned the radio up, taking in the cool summer night, accompanied by music, ice cream, and David. Three of his favorite things.
They drove around and chatted until David decided it was time to get home, tired from the night and his long shift.
“Do you want to stay at mine or should I bring you home,” David asked at a stoplight.
“Home, tonight. I told Medda I’d be back.” Jack had long since finished his ice cream but he still held the spoon between his lips.
David nodded and turned on his turn signal, heading toward Jack’s building.
David worked the next morning and Jack walked to the park to meet up with some of the guys. They played half-hearted basketball and slid down the slides if there weren’t any kids waiting.
“Jack, is Davey working?” Race asked at one point in the afternoon.
“Yeah, til 4:00. Why?” Jack responded, tossing the basketball to Race.
“You think he’d give us his employee discount?” Race grinned.
“You’re a genius, Racer.” Jack called out the rest of the group, “Fellas, let’s hit the road. It’s time for ice cream.”
The boys didn’t need to be told twice. They all grabbed their things and headed toward the parking lot, piling into cars for the short drive to David’s work.
The ice cream shop was small, some tables outside, a window to order and a small room where candy and drinks are sold. David was outside wiping down some tables when they arrived. Jack, Finch, Race, and Crutchie got out of Finch’s car.
“What are you guys doing here?” David asked, smiling.
“We missed you so much we couldn’t go another minute without seeing your face.” Jack moved his sunglasses from the neck of his t-shirt and put them on.
“Okay, why are you really here?”
“We want ice cream,” Race stated. “Rest of the guys should be here in a sec.”
“I figured.” David entered the shop and washed his hands as the guys approached the window.
Jack didn’t recognize the boy David was working with, which is a surprise because he hangs around a lot while David works.
“These are a bunch of my friends,” David said to his coworker, drying his hands and walking to the window. “They’re gonna be here a lot. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” His coworker asked.
“You’ll know soon enough.”
“I’m Jack.” Jack leaned on the counter outside the window.
“Andrew,” David’s coworker introduced himself. “Can I get you something?”
Before Jack could answer David was handing him a sundae.
“You’re a good man, Davey.” Jack stepped back so the rest of the guys could order.
David didn’t charge them for the ice cream. He said it was a slow day and his manager wasn’t around so there was no harm. Jack wasn’t surprised, he never let Jack pay.
They talked and ate their ice cream for a while, feeling like they had all the time in the world. And they did, no school and no responsibilities. Around 3:00 some of the guys were heading to Finch’s house to watch a movie, but not Jack.
Jack sat in the small room where the candy was sold, only a counter between him and David. And Andrew, apparently.
“It’s cool if I stay right?”
It wasn’t rare for Jack to hang around during David’s shifts. It was a small shop and David typically worked alone, unless he was training somebody. Jack liked having an air-conditioned place to sit and David liked having company.
“Yeah, of course. I’m off in an hour and then we can go meet up with the guys.” David said, surprised Jack was even asking.
The hour went by fast. Conversation was easy, Andrew was a nice guy. He and Jack had the same taste in music and they talked about their favorite artists for a while. Jack tried to catch maraschino cherries that David tossed in his mouth, they’ve basically perfected it to a science. It was nice, a perfect summer day.
When the night shift employee came, a girl who Jack recognized, Jack and David said goodbye to Andrew and got into David’s car.
David headed toward his house and Jack knew he would want to change his clothes and take a quick shower before heading to Finch’s. Jack didn’t mind. He likes spending time with David’s family.
“Andrew seems nice,” Jack said as he scrolled through his music, looking for a playlist.
“Yeah, I really like working with him. He’ll actually talk to me, makes the time go by.”
Jack hummed and turned the music on.
The summer was going exactly how he wanted it to. Spending time with friends and without stress and responsibility. Jack knew he was lucky to have such amazing friends, a large group of guys he could count on. He was never interested in the drama among his classmates and when he was with his friends he knew he had nothing to worry about. Especially with David.
Their happy routine continued into July. Jack spent his days at the park or the pool or one of his friend’s houses. At night he stayed at David’s or he stayed with whoever he was with when it got late. But he also made sure to spend time with Medda, helping her make dinner and watching their favorite movies.
It was perfect. Which is why it was strange that Jack had been home all day. Their group chat was unusually quiet and David was at work. Jack had been on the couch all day and even Medda was urging him to get out of the house and see his friends.
“Call David and have him pick you up after his shift.” Medda tossed a pillow at Jack.
“Ma, Davey ain’t my cab driver.”
“Certainly seems like it.” Medda focused her attention back to the TV, dropping the subject, but Jack took his phone from his pocket anyway.
He sent a text to David asking if he wanted to meet up with him later.
David responded almost immediately, as he typically did, but Jack was thrown off by the message.
“Sorry, Jack. I’m hanging with Andrew after our shift. Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, tomorrow,” Jack responded.
He wasn’t surprised that David was making other friends, he’s a great guy and anyone would be lucky to hang out with him. It’s just that he’s not used to being second place. And, yeah, Andrew seemed like a cool guy but David never strayed far from Jack.
Whatever, it wasn’t Jack’s place to dictate who David spent his time with. He added a “Have fun.” to his text for good measure.
“I’m gonna stay in tonight, Ma.” Jack slipped his phone back into his sweatpants pocket and turned the volume on the TV up.
He and David met up the next morning and spent the day at Race’s. David never mentioned Andrew and Jack never asked. Nothing was different, Jack was overreacting by being upset the night before, even if he was only mildly annoyed.
By the next week, Andrew was finished with his training, and David was working alone again, which meant Jack spent more and more time at the shop during David’s shifts.
“Davey, I swear. You keep filling me with ice cream and I’m gonna need all new jeans.” Jack popped the cherry from his sundae into his mouth.
“You can’t pretend you wouldn’t be pissed if I didn’t give you ice cream all day.” David tossed a towel at Jack.
“If I can see the bottom of my bowl you’re doing something wrong.” Jack agreed.
“You know I have actual customers who would pay for that ice cream.” David sat on the counter.
“But they ain’t as charming as me, are they?”
“Shut up, Jack.”
Later, some customers came by and David was put to work making their order. In the middle of David’s rush his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Can you check that for me? Might be my mom.” David tossed his phone to Jack.
Jack unlocked David’s phone and went to his messages. There wasn’t a text from his mom but there was a message from Andrew. Awesome.
“Hey, David. I miss working with you, it’s not as fun by myself. Maybe we can get dinner soon? I want to see you.”
That wasn’t what Jack expected. A date? With Andrew? David hardly knew the guy, or so Jack thought. There was a difference between liking to work with him and wanting him to take you to dinner. Jack wanted to look and see if they texted regularly but he couldn’t, he couldn’t do that to David.
When the line cleared and David washed his hands and the counter he focused his attention back to Jack. Jack handed his phone back to him.
“Was it my mom?” David asked as he was already looking through his messages.
“Uh, no. Andrew.” Jack paused as David read the message. “So, got a hot date coming up?”
“I guess so.” David smiled. “This is awesome.” He noticed Jack’s lack of enthusiasm. “This is awesome, right?”
“Yeah, Dave, it’s great. I didn’t realize you had a thing for him.”
“I mean I guess we flirted a little but I didn’t think he’d go for me. He’s cute right?” David typed out a response to his text.
“Yeah, cute. Seems like a good guy.” Jack fiddled with his empty bowl.
“You don’t seem happy for me.”
“No, I am. I definitely am, Dave. Maybe I just don’t know the guy well enough. Gotta make sure he’s good enough for you.” Jack forced a smile. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t happy for David. He didn’t think of himself as the jealous type but he didn’t like the idea that some other guy, not one of their friends, is taking David’s time away from them.
“Well if everything goes well you’ll hopefully see him a lot more.”
Awesome.
They didn’t talk about Andrew for the rest of the shift but Jack noticed the way David’s eyes lit up whenever his phone buzzed.
Jack had David drop him off at home after his shift.
A few days later he got a text from David. It was two photos, both of David in the mirror wearing jeans with two different shirts. The message underneath reading “Date night, which one?”
Jack responded with a curt answer. He didn’t want to be involved in this new part of David’s life. He was leaving Jack and their friends to go be with some other guy, some other guy who he was interested in. He was definitely jealous, which was odd. Plenty of his other friends are in relationships, with people both in and outside of their friend group. There was no reason David should be different but he was. David wasn’t like his other friends. Their relationship was different, Jack felt like he could spend every minute of his life with David and never get bored. And, yeah, he wants David to be happy but not like this, not with Andrew, not without him.
He didn’t ask about the date the next time he saw David, he couldn’t stand to hear about it. They were at the park watching a basketball game when David’s phone rang. He stood up and walked away before he answered.
After a few minutes, he returned, sitting next to Jack.
“Hey, would you be able to get a different ride home?” he asked.
Ouch.
“Yeah, no problem.” Jack knew he must have made plans with Andrew, that David would rather hang out with Andrew than Jack. But David can make his own decision with how he spends his time, it wasn’t any of Jack’s business. Even if he was looking forward to playing a new album for David and seeing Les later tonight.
Jack stood up and walked to a different bench, he left to ask Race to drive him home but he really left because he didn’t want to be around David. He couldn’t just sit there and feel like the second choice.
“Do you wanna come back to mine or should I drop you off?” Race asked as he got into the car. “A couple of the guys are gonna spend the night if you wanna come.”
“Home, thanks. I’m kinda tired.” Jack answered.
“You feeling okay?” Crutchie asked from his seat beside Jack. Crutchie knew him too well.
“I’m fine. Tired.” Jack knew Crutchie didn’t believe him but he also knew he wouldn’t press.
Race, on the other hand, was less polite. “So you’re not moping because Davey left to be with his new boy toy?”
“No, why would I?” Jack answered, trying not to sound too defensive.
“Don’t pretend you ain’t in love with him, cowboy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack silently pleaded that the conversation would end there.
Crutchie gave him a look. A look that said “don’t lie to yourself.”
“Whatever you say, Jack.” Race turned the radio up and the conversation ended.
Jack had never even considered David in a romantic way. They were best friends. Sure, he viewed Crutchie as a brother and he didn’t think of David like that but it isn’t because he has romantic feelings for David. He loves spending time with him and he makes him smile more than anyone else and all he wants is for David to be happy. And, yeah, David is happy with Andrew, so Jack shouldn’t have any problems with that. But Jack wants to make David happy, wants to be the reason he smiles down at his phone. It wasn’t fair that some other guy is taking David away from him.
Maybe he should start considering David in a romantic way.
David deserves to be with someone who knows him well enough to always make him laugh and support him through any of his issues, with his family, with school, with anything. Jack could be that guy. They were already so close they were practically attached at the hip. When David needs to see someone, blow off steam, relax, he calls Jack. He doesn’t need anyone else.
Jack didn’t sleep much that night. He tossed in his bed and stared at the ceiling, David never left his mind.
He stayed home the next day. He liked David, he wanted to be David’s boyfriend, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t ruin what David already had. He didn’t get out of bed until the afternoon. It was a weekend so Medda was home, reading on the couch.
“Morning, Ma.” Jack took a box of cereal out of the cabinet and sat at the counter.
“What’s going on, Jack?” Medda put her book down and sat next to Jack.
“What do you mean? I’m fine.” Jack pushed his spoon around his bowl of cereal.
“You just said good morning to me at 2:00 and you’re acting like those Cheerios stole your lunch money.”
“Okay, you got some good points, there.” Jack put his spoon down and turned in his stool to face Medda.
“You know you can tell me anything?” Medda asked, and Jack knew he could, he really did. He trusted Medda with anything but he didn’t want to admit his feelings. Saying them aloud would make them too real.
“I think I like Davey,” he said quietly as if the words were fragile.
“Oh, honey. I know.” Medda pulled Jack into a hug.
“Seems like everyone knew but me.”
Medda held him for a minute before she spoke. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing. He got a boyfriend.”
“And that’s why you figured it out? Didn’t want him to have a boyfriend who isn’t you?” Medda asked.
“You really do know everything.” Jack grinned at Medda.
“Come on, let’s watch a movie.”
Jack needed Medda now more than ever and as always, she was there for him.
Jack didn’t go out much for the next couple of days. He wore his favorite sweatpants and his softest T-shirt, which now that he thinks of it is probably David’s. He painted and sketched and watched seasons of his favorite shows on Netflix. He slept in and stayed up late. But it was what he needed. Time away from David so he could figure out his next move.
He remained active in the group chat so his friends wouldn’t worry but he always offered an excuse when people were getting together. He was always sick or tired or helping Medda with something. But in reality, he was always on his couch trying not to feel sorry for himself.
After his first week of being a shut-in, his phone rang. It was David. Jack let it ring. Seconds later he got a text.
“I know you’re home. Answer me.”
His phone rang again. This time he picked up, he couldn’t hide forever.
“Hey.”
“Can I come pick you up?”
“Sorry, Dave. I’m busy.”
David scoffed. “Jack, you haven’t left your house in over a week. I don’t know what’s up with you but I know you’re not busy.”
There was a beat of silence before David spoke again. “I really need to see you right now.”
“Fine. When will you be here?” Jack got off the couch, heading to his room to change.
“I’m outside. Can you please come out?”
“Okay.” Jack hung up the phone and looked at his outfit, the same he’s had on for days. Whatever. he grabbed his key and slid on his shoes and left.
David was standing outside his car, which was strange because he would usually pick Jack up so they could drive.
“What’s up, Dave?”
“I had a date with Andrew tonight,” David said.
That was it for Jack. He couldn’t just stand here while David gushed about his new boyfriend.
“Oh my god, Dave. You came over here just to tell me how you’ve been having the time of your life running around with your new fella? How you don’t need me anymore because you got yourself a guy?” Jack turned to walk back inside. “I don’t need to hear this.”
“Jack, stop!” David yelled. “Just stop. I can’t believe you.” He took a breath. “He broke up with me tonight.”
Jack froze. He turned back to David, “Well, I’m real sorry Davey but I can’t just sit here and comfort you. You can’t just come running back to me after not needing me all this time. Good night, Davey.”
Before Jack could turn away again David called out. “Would you just let me finish? He broke up with me because he knew I liked someone else. I used our relationship to try to avoid my other feelings and it wasn’t fair to him.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
David rolled his eyes. “Because it’s you, you idiot.”
“You mean-”
“Jack I like you. I like you so much, get that through your head.”
Jack smiled. “You know you ain’t talking to me like you like me. Usually, fellas are nicer to their crushes.”
“Shut up,” said David but he was smiling too.
“See? That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Jack, just shut up and kiss me.” And Jack did. He crossed the parking lot of his building and kissed him under the streetlights. He was holding his hands against David’s cheeks and he could feel him smiling.
Jack pulled away and rested his forehead against David’s.
“Sorry I got so pissy,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Are you doing okay? I don’t wanna rush you into anything.”
“Jack, I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this.” David connected their lips again, unable to stop kissing Jack now that he’s started.
It was getting late and Jack knew he should at least try to take things slow if he wanted to do this right. And, God, he wanted to. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of David’s neck.
“It’s late,” he stated.
“What do we do now?”
“Well, Davey, I’m a gentleman which means I’ll leave you with a goodnight kiss and a promise to call you in the morning.”
“You sure you won’t be busy?” David teased.
“Never too busy for you, Dave.” He gave David a quick chaste kiss before he stepped away. “Good night.”
“Good night, Jack.”
Jack finally turned away and walked back to his building. He couldn't stop smiling if he wanted to.
I thought it would be fun as Javid’s version of a flower/tattoo shop AU lmk if you want a part two :) I like this AU so if it’s popular I’ll gladly do another part
modern, high school age AU I guess?
- Davey landed a job as the assistant librarian after Sarah had to quit the position to leave for college
- Denton is the owner and runs the shop and him and Davey are bros
- there are times where business is slow and Denton can only give Davey less than minimum wage normally so whenever the budget can’t cut it for an extra worker, Davey still always comes by to volunteer and help Denton out
- Denton is pretty sure Davey is a gift sent from God at this point
- He can also shelf books in the correct order so quickly and accurately, it’s kind of crazy
- Beside the building, Wiesel opens a car shop with the DeLancey bros and Jack as his mechanics
- Jack hates his coworkers, but he gets a decent wage with decent hours so he doesn’t usually complain about much
- much
- The library also sells hot drinks so it’s like a coffee shop/library hybrid and a lot of people (especially busy college students) come in to work in the peace and quiet
- Until the car mechanics across the street begin working on a car in the middle of the day
- It’s distracting to the customers because it’s easy to hear the loud tools being used (and the bickering between the similarly loud mechanics)
- You can’t blame Jack, though, because he has to yell at the Delancey’s multiple times throughout the day because they’re twats
- One day Denton sends Davey to go tell them to shut up because they’re swamped with college students studying for finals and Davey can’t make a heart latte art to save his life
- So he walks over to see what’s up and there’s two guys who look quite similar lounging around while arguing with a guy whose face was hidden under the car because he’s actually doing his job
- And when the Delancy brothers see Davey, they can’t help but snicker
- “Hate to tell you, but Wiesel don’t hire wimps like you,” Oscar sneers which encourages his brother to join in on the teasing
- “Yea, you’d probably have better luck over at the Forever 21 down the street,” Morris adds on which makes both of them burst out into laughter
- “Hey now, guys,” the worker under the car interjects, rolling himself out from under it “stop being assholes. Just because a girl-“
- He cuts himself off when he sees Davey
- Davey’s brain sort of short circuits because of how breath taking the worker is, even if there’s oil smeared around his face
- He didn’t even process the fact that the mechanic had assumed Davey was a girl
- Jack wasn’t doing much better, trying to overcome the embarrassment of accidentally calling the handsome boy around his age in front of him a girl
- (not that there’s anything wrong with being a girl. Jack loved all people truly. He’s pan)
- But basically, they’re both very pretty and, not to be dramatic, but it was love at first sight
- “oh. Uh hi there,” Jack stumbled, feeling like his ability to speak dissipated as he remained entranced by Davey. “What brings you round here? Without a car?”
- I mean, the guy was here, at a car mechanic garage, with no car in sight
- “I work at the library across the street, and my boss sent me over to ask if you could quiet down. It’s finals week at the college down the street so we got a full house of teenagers who would appreciate some peace and quiet.”
- “Oh please. Nobody is ever in that shop. Sounds more like ya just tired of us having a social life while your only friends are those books in the store,” one of the brothers insulted which made the other laugh along and high five his brother
- “Hey Morris, do everyone here a favor and shut the hell up,” Jack said harshly as he stood up and wiped the oil and grease off his hands. “Sorry about them dumbos,” he smiles at Davey before turning his head back towards the seated brothers and raising his voice. “Got no class and they don’t understand the stress of final exams because they have the combined brain mass of a gnat.”
- Jack reaches his (not as clean as Davey would’ve hoped) hand out, and Davey shakes it tentatively
- Davey immediately could tell the mechanic would be a charmer, but he also stood up for Davey so he smiled
- “My break is in fifteen minutes. Mind if I come by after I clean up a bit?” Jack asked.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Most of Davey’s life as a prince was easy.
He had his duties, sure. Lessons to take, ceremonies to attend, meetings to sit in on. Most of them were at least fairly easy, if not rivetingly interesting.
In fact, he liked the lessons. He’d always enjoyed reading, and learning in general, and he’d never minded spending his mornings tucked away in the library or with a tutor, learning history or studying policies or practicing his mapmaking or whatever else he was told to do. He didn’t hate meetings as much as either of his siblings, either, although they did get pretty boring, pretty often. Ceremonies weren’t the most fun, but they were tolerable.
In fact, there was really only one part of his life that he hated without a doubt.
