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I see they didn't take his balls

Casual - Hetstaine AU

When two people meet who aren't supposed to, what happens to them then? When one gets so entangled in the other, what happens? Would it be wrong to say no matter how fucked up it got, it all felt right to Dave?

A/N: I posted this on AO3, but I wanted to show it off on here as well. You can check out my carrd in my bio, my AO3 account is linked there.

This is what Dave and James will look like in this fic, I'll be adding more people into it as the story progresses.

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A kiss.

A kiss ruined his life.

His friendships, reputation, basically everything.

Or maybe it was who Dave kissed that absolutely destroyed him.

It was a little under a year ago that all this mess happened. It was a regular school day, and like always, Dave would drop by James’ house to help him with homework.

He pitied the blond, he always seemed lost with his work, and Dave didn’t mind helping James, he really didn’t have much to do anyway.

James was sitting at his desk, twisting the chair back and forth, chewing on the eraser of the pencil he was holding, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked down to the paper in front of him.

It was an amusing sight and Dave watched him intently. He leaned back on his hands, his palms pressing into the soft mattress of the bed, swinging his feet a little.

“What’re you stuck on?” Dave asked, sighing a little. It seemed that James couldn’t grasp the concepts of math he explained to him.

“The third question, but I’d rather not do it. I’m tired of this shit.” James grumbled, setting his pencil down, turning his chair to look at Dave.

“What do you wanna do instead?” The ginger asked, meeting James’ eyes, seeing that he had a flat expression.

James didn’t respond for a moment, standing up to sit next to Dave, his demeanor quickly changing into something more shy and reserved, his fingers picking at loose threads in his jeans. He was hesitant to speak, maybe it’d be stupid to bring up something like this, but he trusted Dave.

“I need your help.” James said, finally speaking after the awkward moment of silence. Dave raised an eyebrow, tilting his head forward, interested in what James had to say.

“With?”

“Don’t start teasing me for it,” James started, looking at Dave before continuing. “But there’s a girl in my class, Sarah Conners, and I wanna ask her out.”

“Ask her out then? What’re you coming to me for?” Dave quipped, sitting up a bit more. James didn’t seem bad with girls, a little awkward, but not a total idiot around them.

“You’ve got way more experience with girls than I do, and I figured you could help me. I wanna impress her.” James mumbled, seeming regretful with asking. Maybe he should’ve just figured out how to do these things on his own, maybe it seemed too childish to ask Dave for help.

Dave’s signature smirk started to creep onto his face, finding James’ predicament a bit laughable. Sure, he knows his ways around girls but he’s not one to give up trade secrets. But for James, he’d make some exceptions.

“Well, for starters, you gotta drop this shy act. Girls like guys who know what they’re doing, so you can’t fumble around her.” Dave suggested, wanting to poke fun at James. His inexperience with charming women was something the blond was often teased about.

James nodded, listening intently. He seemed to have the motivation to learn more about how to sway girls just for a chance with Sarah.

Dave sat up a bit more, leaning closer to James, looking him in the eye.

“Be charming. Compliment her hair, her eyes, her smile. Be nice, but don’t be overly bold, you’ll just come off as desperate and she’ll think you’re weird.”

“I can do that. She really does have a nice smile. She even waved at me the other day in the hall.” James said, fondly recalling the memory.

‘What a dork.’ Dave thought, seeing the goofy grin on James’ face, the excitement at the mere mention of Sarah made James bashful.

“Alright, you can get by with complimenting her, but you’ve gotta be physical too. Chicks dig it when you know what you’re doing with your body.” Dave hesitated, wondering if he was pushing things too far.

James had only asked for a few tips, but Dave couldn’t help himself—he wanted to go the extra mile. Seeing how awkward James was about the whole thing, Dave figured he’d do him a favor. If James was serious about impressing this girl, he might as well get all the help he could offer.

“You know how to kiss a girl, right?”

James’ eagerness dropped for a moment, his face flushing with embarrassment as he shook his head.

“I haven’t kissed a girl yet.”

Dave couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped from his mouth, snickering at the pitiful admission. Of course James hadn’t had a first kiss.

“For real? What’re you, six years old?” Dave teased, poking at his inexperience.

"Oh, come on, don't be a jerk about this." James groaned, rolling his eyes, getting a bit frustrated with Dave. He could be pretty insensitive at times, and right now, James wasn't having it.

The ginger chuckled at the blond's irritation, enjoying the way his face scrunched up at the snarky teasing. Dave leaned in a bit closer again, slinging his arm around James.

“I’m only kidding, relax. C’mere.”

James merely huffed, letting his side press against Dave's, still feeling annoyed, the bed creaking slightly from their combined weight in one spot on the bed.

Dave smirked, enjoying the way he reacted, knowing he was getting under James' skin, but continued on.

“Do you actually want to impress this girl? Or are you just content with having her wave at you in the hallway?” Dave mocked, leaning into playfully nudge him.

"I do want to impress her, I wanna ask her out." James said, repeating his reasoning from earlier, looking Dave in the eye, feeling a bit hopeless with his lack of experience with girls.

"James," Dave said, meeting his gaze intensely, his tone becoming serious. "If you're gonna let me help you, you need to promise me that you won't get weird about this and that you won't tell anyone."

"I promise." James said, curious to know how Dave would help him, but he believed Dave had his best interest in mind. Dave was his best friend after all, he knew James better than anyone, he wouldn't play any tricks on him.

Dave relaxed a bit more, turning his body to face James properly. Was teaching him how to kiss weird? Maybe, but the poor guy needed help, and Dave wouldn't leave a friend in need. 

He looked over James' face, seeing naivety written all over it, his bangs were way too short, an immature cut he probably did with the kitchen scissors. Dave never really paid that much attention to James' appearance. It wasn’t something he normally thought about, but right now, with everything so close, it was all he could focus on.

There were faint scars of acne on his cheeks, but it wasn't completely gone, the red dots scattered across his face. His face was still had a childish appearance, having quite the amount of baby fat on it. His eyes were a piercing blue, often hidden with his downturned eye shape, which gave him the appearance of being too serious all the time. His lips were full but slightly chapped, and Dave couldn't care less. 

"What're you staring at?" James asked, his tone much quieter with how close they were. He felt self conscious with the way Dave was staring at him, as if he had something gross on his face.

"Nothing." Dave said, trying to keep his tone casual. He wasn't really sure why he started staring, but it felt nice for some reason to look at James in silence. His features were much softer than Dave's, his own face being more square with less curves and more lines and edges. It was a fascinating contrast.

“Alright,” Dave spoke, forcing himself to focus. “Let’s just get this over with.” He shifted his weight on the bed. “We’ll do this step by step. First lesson: don’t overthink it.”

James nodded, though the nervous frown still lingered on his face, like he wasn’t entirely convinced about the whole “practice with your best friend” thing. Dave couldn’t blame him. Hell, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it either.

The blond hesitated, but Dave wasn’t waiting anymore. He didn’t give James time to second-guess it. In one fluid motion, he shifted a little closer, his arm tightening just a bit around James’s shoulders, and pulled him in. There was no hesitation in the kiss—just a quick, firm press of lips against lips, cutting through the awkwardness of the moment.

James’ breath hitched at the unexpected movement, but Dave barely noticed, his hand moving instinctively to the back of James’s neck, holding him in place for a second longer than planned. He could feel James’s pulse against his skin, the way his body tensed at first, before he relaxed just a little.

It was an awkward kiss at best, Dave taking the lead while James just sat there, stiff as a board, not doing much.

Dave pulled away, frowning just a little.

"You can't just freeze up like that, man. You gotta kiss back."

James’ face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and confusion creeping into his features. He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the awkwardness, but his mind was still stuck on the fact that he had just kissed his best friend.

“I- I didn’t know what to do,” James muttered, his voice small. “It’s... weird.”

Dave let out a quiet sigh, frustration creeping in despite the humor in his voice. "It’s not that complicated, dude. Just kiss me back. It’s not a big deal."

James shifted uncomfortably, the bed creaking as he chewed on his lip. His mind was racing, tangled in a mess of thoughts. “Yeah, but you’re... I mean, we’re friends, right? I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. What if this makes everything weird?”

Dave raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-annoyed by the sudden spiral James had fallen into. "You’re seriously overthinking this. I told you not to. It’s just kissing. You wanted to practice, so practice. No one’s gonna tell anyone, and if it helps you out, then great. You’re making this way harder than it needs to be.”

James looked at Dave, searching his face for any sign of joke, but there was none. It was serious. And that’s what bothered him the most—this wasn’t a joke. It felt too serious, maybe like something more, but it was just kissing, he shouldn't be losing his mind over it.

“You’re making it weird now, James. Just do it. We’re friends, remember? You’re just learning how to kiss.” Dave said, still keeping his hand on the back of James' neck, wanting to encourage him to keep going.

James mustered up the courage to try again, remembering that this was all for Sarah. He leaned in this time, his lips brushing against Dave’s in a way that felt both way too soft and way too hard at the same time. His body was tense, his mind racing with a thousand questions.

'Is this how it’s supposed to feel? Am I doing it right? Does Dave think I’m messing this up?'

But despite the internal chaos, he tried his best to follow Dave’s lead, pressing in a little more, his lips moving a firmly against Dave’s. It wasn’t exactly graceful—his nose bumped Dave’s, and he almost knocked their teeth together—but he couldn’t stop himself now.

Dave’s lips twitched against James’s, the whole thing was so awkward it was almost ridiculous, but at the same time, there was something oddly... endearing about it. James was trying so hard, his clumsy movements carrying a strange mix of determination and hesitation.

Dave pulled back for a second, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, not bad, but you’re trying way too hard. You gotta chill, man. This isn’t, like, a competition.”

James flushed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not... trying that hard. I’m just—” He sighed, frustrated with himself. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, okay?”

Dave’s smirk softened, just a bit. “Yeah, I noticed. Just... don’t think so much. Let it happen."

James frowned, his lips pressing together in a tight line. “Easy for you to say,” He muttered, his voice low. “You’ve done this a million times.”

Dave said, leaning back slightly. Despite what he told James, he was still panicking. “Exactly. So maybe listen to the expert, huh?”

"Look,” Dave reasoned, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly. “Pretend I’m Sarah or something. Just... go with it.”

James paused, his eyes widening slightly. “What?” He asked, his tone edging on defensive.

Dave sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. James' sloppiness was starting to bug him. “You heard me. Pretend I’m Sarah. Isn’t that what this is for? Impressing her?”

James swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides. He hated how casual Dave was about this, like it was just another dumb thing they were doing after school, no big deal. But it wasn’t just that—not with the way Dave’s voice had dropped a little, or the way his greenish hazel eyes stayed locked on James, half teasing, half something else James couldn’t quite place.

“Fine.” James muttered after a beat. He leaned in just enough to close the space between them again. His heart was racing, and he couldn’t tell if it was nerves, embarrassment, or something he didn’t even want to name.

'Pretend it’s Sarah. Just pretend it’s Sarah.' He told himself.

When their lips finally met again, James moved cautiously, his lips pressing against Dave’s with a deliberate slowness. He tried to mimic what he’d felt earlier, but it was backed up with more confidence. Just imagining that it was Sarah was confusing him even more on how he felt about practice kissing with Dave.

Dave blinked in surprise, his annoyance dimming as he felt James’s lips press harder against his. It was still messy, sure, but there was something strangely... determined about it. Like James wasn’t just trying to kiss well—he was trying to prove something.

“Not bad,” Dave muttered against James’s mouth, his tone quieter now, almost distracted. His hand found its way to James’s shoulder, pulling him in closer without really thinking about it.

“See?” Dave said, his voice low, though it carried a teasing edge. “You’re getting it. Sarah’s gonna be—”

“Don’t.” James interrupted, his voice sharper than expected. He pulled back just enough to glare at Dave, his lips slightly swollen and red. “Don’t bring her up right now.”

“Alright, no Sarah,” Dave said, his voice softer than usual. His hand lingered on James’s shoulder, fingers gripping him slightly. “Didn’t think you’d get so worked up over this.”

James glared harder, his jaw tightening as he sat back. “I’m not worked up,” He muttered, though his flushed face betrayed him. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I just... I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.”

Now, Dave was just confused. It was meant to help James, not to irritate him. "Don't start wimping out on me, man, you promised you wouldn't get weirded out. I'm only trying to help you to score with Sarah.

James didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at the floor, his jaw working like he was chewing on words he couldn’t bring himself to say. The silence stretched just long enough to make Dave uncomfortable, though he wasn’t sure why. He hadn’t done anything wrong—he was helping, wasn’t he? This was all for James. For Sarah. That’s all it was supposed to be.

But then there was the way James looked now—flushed, irritated, his lips still red and a little swollen—and for a split second, Dave felt something twist in his chest. It was faint, warm, maybe tingly, but it was there, and it scared the hell out of him. He shouldn't be freaking out like James was, he had to stay composed.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “James, it’s just practice, alright? Chill out. Don’t overthink it.”

James looked up at him, his blue eyes clouded with something like embarrassment—or maybe it was confusion. “Yeah... you’re right,” He muttered, his voice tight. “I don’t know why I’m panicking. It’s not a big deal.”

The air was thick with tension that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

"Just one more time, okay? I think you're getting the hang of it." Dave said, trying to be encouraging with James.

Their lips met again, slower this time, and James followed Dave’s lead as best as he could, but the hesitancy was still there. His lips were too stiff, his movements too scared, but he kept trying, almost desperate to get it right.

Dave figured he could try to loosen up James, so his hand found James’ jaw, fingers pressing lightly, tilting his head just enough to shift the angle of the kiss. James instinctively leaned in, his body drawing closer, and for a moment, everything seemed to blur—his nerves, his confusion, even his embarrassment. 

Dave’s fingers slid down to the nape of James’s neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin there. James shivered, and for the first time, he wasn’t sure if it was the kiss or Dave’s touch that made him feel so exposed.

James kissed back more urgently now, his lips parting slightly as if to push deeper, his hands shaking as they found their place on Dave’s chest. Dave responded, his grip on James’s neck tightening, pulling him closer. James felt his heart pounding in his ears, felt the heat of Dave’s body against his, the tension winding between them like a coil about to snap.

Their breaths mixed together as they pressed their bodies against one another, the eagerness of James and the amusement of Dave were perfect. James had no idea what to do, yet Dave had the patience and tolerance to teach him and guide him. At this point, neither of them were thinking about Sarah.

James was really getting into it, thinking now would be a good time to practice something else. He saw it in movies, and it seemed to be pretty hot to do with a girl, so without a second thought, his tongue pressed against Dave's bottom lip.

Dave stiffened for a moment, shocked by the sudden shift, but then he gave in, matching James’ movements with an ease that surprised even him. His and James' tongues met, sloppily rubbing against and sliding around each other, the grip Dave had on James getting tighter, feeling James twist his shirt as the kiss got even more heated.

Then it happened, a sound slipped from James’ throat, soft and breathy—a moan he didn’t mean to let out, but it broke through anyway.

The noise somewhat startled him Dave. His eyes snapped open, and his body tensed as the reality of the situation crashed over him. He pulled back quickly, his breathing uneven, his hand dropping from James’ neck as if burned.

“What the hell was that?” Dave demanded, his voice sharp and almost panicked, his lips still tingling from the kiss.

James froze, his face going crimson, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at Dave, wide-eyed. “I-I didn’t mean to,” He stammered, his voice barely audible. “It just—”

Dave scooted a bit further from James, the tingling in his chest still there. He didn't like this. It was supposed to be practice and just that, nothing gay or like they were in love.

"Christ- James, you're not supposed to react like that. It's practice." Dave insisted, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself of that. He started getting irritated with himself, why'd he let this go so far? Why didn't he stop James when he pushed his tongue into his mouth, or when he clung onto him?

The room fell into an unbearable silence, the charged air between them refusing to dissipate. James still sat there, his lips red and wet with saliva, his mind racing in circles he couldn’t escape from. Dave, meanwhile, couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—something they couldn’t take back.

“Okay,” Dave said, his voice tight, almost strained. “I think that’s enough.”

James' lips were still parted and his face flushed. His hands trembled as he pulled them back to his lap, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the heat in his face, the way his heart was hammering, and, worst of all, the humiliating sound that had slipped out.

“Yeah,” James muttered, his voice quiet. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes fixed on the bedspread. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Dave’s gaze.

Dave frowned, caught off guard by the apology. “Sorry? For what?”

James hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the blanket. “I don’t know,” He mumbled, his voice barely audible. “For... uh, that. For making it weird.”

Dave raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. He felt weird too, like the ground beneath him had shifted and left him scrambling to find his balance. Still, he forced a casual tone, trying to brush it off. “It’s not weird. It’s practice, remember?”

James nodded quickly, but the embarrassment was written all over his face. “Just... please don’t tell anyone, okay? Like, not our friends, not anyone. I don’t want them thinking—”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Dave interrupted, his tone softening just a bit. He leaned back, resting on his arms. “Jesus, James. Do you really think I’d go around blabbing about this?”

James shook his head, but his shoulders stayed tense. “I don’t know,” He muttered. “I just... I don’t want people to know—”

“That you moaned while kissing me?” Dave cut in, a teasing edge creeping into his voice despite the weirdness of the situation.

James turned an even deeper shade of red, his jaw tightening. “Shut up.” He grumbled, but there was no real bite behind it.

Dave snorted, shaking his head. “Relax, man. I’m not gonna say anything.” But even as he tried to lighten the mood, he couldn’t ignore the strange sensation curling in his chest. That moment—the way James had leaned into him, the sound he’d made—had felt way too real, way too... something.

James sat there, quiet and tense, his mind racing. He told himself it didn’t matter, that it was just practice, just some stupid kiss to help him impress Sarah. But the lingering heat in his chest and the memory of Dave’s hands on him told a different story, one he wasn’t ready to confront.