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It started when John dropped his fork and accidentally brushed his
fingers against Dave's leg retrieving it. The boy startled so badly
his knee jerked up against the bottom of the table, banging loudly and
clattering the dishes on top. He blushed profusely, glancing at the
other members of the table and apologizing softly, all the while his
eyes averting John's.

How could you be so stupid?? John wondered to himself, thinking that
maybe if he'd been a little more careful he wouldn't have done that.
Dave was finally here, and now he was going to scare him off by making
a move in front of his grandparents and aunts and uncles and..

But then fingertips were brushing against his own leg. And he startled
so badly his knee jerked up and banged loudly against the bottom of
the table. It was his turn to apologize with embarassment, but he
didn't avert his eyes. He glanced at Dave, who was doing his best to
compress his smile.

"You started it," came the whisper, a few moments later. Yes.. yes, he
had, however much by accident it may have been.

"So it's my turn again?" he asked, and briefly met Dave's eye, but the
boy only turned away at the call of his name. His grandmother, asking
what he thought of the mansion. She'd just gotten it renovated and
John knew lately she'd been asking every living being lately what he
or she thought.

"It's, uh, you know, really.. beau -- uh.. gorgeous," he replied, and
now John was compressing his smile, his fingers trailing up Dave's
leg, who was doing his best not to react to his touch, but it really
wasn't working. Further, closer.. "The, uh.. colors and.. stuff.. it's
really -- " Between the boy's legs, his palm rested, finding that warm
heat even through the material of his pants. And Dave gasped audibly,
but quickly recovered with a rather loud: "Perfect! I mean, it's uh..
it's perfect."

He turned away from Gamma, glancing at John rather incredulously, but
his expression softened. And then everything just.. stopped.. as they
sat there, looking into each other's eyes. John had never really
realized just how beautiful Dave's eyes were.. a light brown, but yet
so deep..

"Excuse me, gentlemen?" John snapped his attention away from his
friend and to his grandmother, who was watching with curious eyes. She
indicated behind them, back towards the rest of the mansion. "I'm sure
to you two, this is excrutiatingly boring.. would you like to adjourn
to the house?"

John saw Dave glance at him from the corner of his eye as he nodded
with a smile at his Gamma. "Sure. That sounds great. Come on, Dave,
I'll show you the rest of the house."

"Be sure to show him the Greatroom!" she announced, as they stood and
smiled politely at the other family members and friends. "It's my
favorite room in the entire house."

"House," Dave scoffed, once they were out of earshot. "If this is a
house, I don't want to know what she'd call my apartment."

"You live by yourself?" John asked, as he began to lead Dave towards
the Greatroom, which was considerably far from the dining hall.
Briefly, he wondered if that was the reason why it was suggested.

"No," he replied, and didn't pursue the thought. "How far away is this
room?"

"It's right over here," John stated, before briefly looking at his
friend. "You're.. different when you're not at work."

"So are you." John was surprised by the reply, but he didn't have a
chance to further the conversation because Dave was speaking up again.
"Is this the room?"

"Yep," he said, indicating the large room with emerald greens and
blacks and browns, coordinated furniture and a big-screen television
(and stereo), animals' heads mounted on the walls and real plants here
and there. "This is my grandmother's favorite room, but only because
she did it up like this for my grandpa, and he loves it."

He could tell Dave didn't like it. "It's.. "

"Yeah." They broke into grins, and John could've sworn the dark room
just got ten times brighter at the sight of Dave's. There was a
painting on the wall, one of John when he was smaller, along with his
brother. Dave approached it, pointed to it while glancing at John. "Is
that you? And who's the other kid?"

"My brother," John replied, quietly. "He's dead."

"My mother's dead," Dave announced, so casually John was surprised. He
wondered if Dave really was as disaffected as he always seemed to be,
wanted to know how he dealt with it so he could deal with Bobby's
death too. He almost asked, before Dave was talking again. It was also
a bit surprising to see how much Dave spoke while they weren't at the
drug store. "It's a cute picture. Did your grandmother paint it or
something?"

"No, no, it was professionally done," John told him, coming up to
stand behind him. He dared to ask, although his tone could be mistaken
for a joking manner, "You think I'm cute?"

"Yeah," Dave said, without taking his eyes off of the painting. He
reached out and touched it, for no other reason it seemed than to make
sure it was really a painting, and then glanced around the room, his
eyes eventually landing on John. They were right next to each other,
so close John could reach out and kiss him if he wanted to.

So he did.

His heart nearly lept out of his chest as his lips touched Dave's, and
he was somehow surprised by how soft they were.. by how perfectly they
fit against his. He was even more surprised, however, when he felt
Dave kissing him back, actually kissing him back!! He could hardly
believe it, and he never wanted the kiss to end although after a while
he needed to take a breather. Still, he hesitantly pulled away, looked
into Dave's eyes.

And there it was. Another one of those beautiful smiles. "Wow," the
boy said, breathing as deeply as John. "This *is* a great room."

"Want to make it really great?" John asked.

His only response was another smile, and another kiss.
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