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“M’fine. I’m...” Daryl does his best to force himself to breathe and stop acting like a psycho over this. He reaches out for J.R. instinctively, although he’s sure it’s a terrible idea right now. He must be misinterpreting this. He has to be. “You can’t... I’m gettin’ this wrong.”
“You ever…thought ‘bout me like that?”
“Like… um…” Daryl’s brain completely shorts out and he struggles to give a timely answer. “Like boyfriend…ly? You ain’t gay.”
“Well…no. I mean…I ain’t gay.” He swallows hard. “Just…you ever thought that maybe we…”
“No.” Daryl blurts out immediately, defensively, before he actually registers J.R.’s tone and freezes totally, burger forgotten in his lap. “You ain’t into guys.”
“Not usually.”
“What the… J.R., you ain’t into guys.” Daryl’s pretty sure his eyes are taking up most of his face right now with how much they’re bugging out. “You… What?!”
“Not usually.” He repeats, emphasizing the word usually as he sips Coke through a straw, eyes searching Daryl’s face. “I ain’t gay. I like girls. But…sometimes…”
“Are you makin’ fun of me?” Daryl can’t get past the surprise, and tries to push down the stupid, futile hope that wants to bubble up. “When the hell d'you ever like guys?”
J.R. swallows hard again, eyes boring into Daryl. “Like…now. Right now.”
There's nothing but static in Daryl's head, because this is so far out of the bounds of anything he'd expected to happen, ever, that he can't process it. "I..." He shoves his burger onto the dash and fumbles for the door, clumsily opening it and getting out of the truck to try and remember how to breathe.
“You ever…thought ‘bout me like that?”
“Like… um…” Daryl’s brain completely shorts out and he struggles to give a timely answer. “Like boyfriend…ly? You ain’t gay.”
“Well…no. I mean…I ain’t gay.” He swallows hard. “Just…you ever thought that maybe we…”
“No.” Daryl blurts out immediately, defensively, before he actually registers J.R.’s tone and freezes totally, burger forgotten in his lap. “You ain’t into guys.”
“Not usually.”
“What the… J.R., you ain’t into guys.” Daryl’s pretty sure his eyes are taking up most of his face right now with how much they’re bugging out. “You… What?!”
“Not usually.” He repeats, emphasizing the word usually as he sips Coke through a straw, eyes searching Daryl’s face. “I ain’t gay. I like girls. But…sometimes…”
"Are you makin' fun of me?" Daryl can't get past the surprise, and tries to push down the stupid, futile hope that wants to bubble up. "When the hell d'you ever like guys?"
“You ever…thought ‘bout me like that?”
“Like… um…” Daryl’s brain completely shorts out and he struggles to give a timely answer. “Like boyfriend…ly? You ain’t gay.”
“Well…no. I mean…I ain’t gay.” He swallows hard. “Just…you ever thought that maybe we…”
“No.” Daryl blurts out immediately, defensively, before he actually registers J.R.’s tone and freezes totally, burger forgotten in his lap. “You ain’t into guys.”
“Not usually.”
"What the... J.R., you ain't into guys." Daryl's pretty sure his eyes are taking up most of his face right now with how much they're bugging out. "You... What?!"
“You ever…thought ‘bout me like that?”
“Like… um…” Daryl’s brain completely shorts out and he struggles to give a timely answer. “Like boyfriend…ly? You ain’t gay.”
“Well…no. I mean…I ain’t gay.” He swallows hard. “Just…you ever thought that maybe we…”
"No." Daryl blurts out immediately, defensively, before he actually registers J.R.'s tone and freezes totally, burger forgotten in his lap. "You ain't into guys."
“You ever…thought ‘bout me like that?”
"Like... um..." Daryl's brain completely shorts out and he struggles to give a timely answer. "Like boyfriend...ly? You ain't gay."
“Just rubbed me the wrong way.” Daryl lies, leaving out the fact that she made fun of him for his blatant crush every time J.R. was out of the room. He’s not diving into that pile of shit tonight. “And if she fucked you then she’s gotta be a skank.”
“Rude.” He reaches over punching Daryl lightly in the arm. “Just because her gonna be a 40 year old virgin, don’t me I gotta be. What’re ya waitin’ for anyway? Afraid you’ll never meet a guy as awesome as me?” That was a completely normal thing to say. Right? He grins awkwardly.
“Shut up.” Daryl punches him back, totally unable to hide the way his entire face flushes red and just hoping J.R. takes it as awkwardness about sex. He keeps his tone sarcastic, trying to push his urge to blurt everything out away. “Yeah, sure. ‘Cause I wanna suffer through your monster dick like every other slut in town.”
“Ah…but you do know it’s a monster dick. You been lookin’.” He cocks an eyebrow. The conversation is cut off by the carhop, and J.R. stops to order the burgers before turning back to Daryl. “Why ain’t you got a boyfriend? For real.”
“Maybe if you’d stop braggin’ about it for five minutes I wouldn’t have t'know.” Daryl rolls his eyes, trying to stay nonchalant and thankful for the carhop’s interruption. Not so thankful for the question that comes as soon as they’re alone again, and he shrugs awkwardly. “I dunno. Ain’t a lotta good guys around here I guess.”
“What ‘bout that Connor guy? Didn’t you talk t’ him fer awhile? I mean…I thought he was kinda a fuckwad, but I mean…I thought you liked him.”
“I did, I guess. I just…” Was and still am hopelessly in love with you, straight best friend I can never tell this to. “You’re right. He turned out t'be a fuckwad.”
He senses something in Daryl’s face, but he can’t really act on it before the burgers are brought out. “You know what’s funny…Casey said somethin’ ‘fore I left. How me runnin’ t’ yer rescue…it was kinda like you was my boyfriend or somethin’. I…I mean…I guess it was kinda stupid.”
Daryl is mid-bite when J.R. drops that particular bombshell, and he inhales a lot of burger and has to clumsily cough his lungs up for a minute before he can respond. "Yeah? S'crazy."
“Just rubbed me the wrong way.” Daryl lies, leaving out the fact that she made fun of him for his blatant crush every time J.R. was out of the room. He’s not diving into that pile of shit tonight. “And if she fucked you then she’s gotta be a skank.”
“Rude.” He reaches over punching Daryl lightly in the arm. “Just because her gonna be a 40 year old virgin, don’t me I gotta be. What’re ya waitin’ for anyway? Afraid you’ll never meet a guy as awesome as me?” That was a completely normal thing to say. Right? He grins awkwardly.
“Shut up.” Daryl punches him back, totally unable to hide the way his entire face flushes red and just hoping J.R. takes it as awkwardness about sex. He keeps his tone sarcastic, trying to push his urge to blurt everything out away. “Yeah, sure. ‘Cause I wanna suffer through your monster dick like every other slut in town.”
“Ah…but you do know it’s a monster dick. You been lookin’.” He cocks an eyebrow. The conversation is cut off by the carhop, and J.R. stops to order the burgers before turning back to Daryl. “Why ain’t you got a boyfriend? For real.”
“Maybe if you’d stop braggin’ about it for five minutes I wouldn’t have t'know.” Daryl rolls his eyes, trying to stay nonchalant and thankful for the carhop’s interruption. Not so thankful for the question that comes as soon as they’re alone again, and he shrugs awkwardly. “I dunno. Ain’t a lotta good guys around here I guess.”
“What ‘bout that Connor guy? Didn’t you talk t’ him fer awhile? I mean…I thought he was kinda a fuckwad, but I mean…I thought you liked him.”
"I did, I guess. I just..." Was and still am hopelessly in love with you, straight best friend I can never tell this to. "You're right. He turned out t'be a fuckwad."
“Just rubbed me the wrong way.” Daryl lies, leaving out the fact that she made fun of him for his blatant crush every time J.R. was out of the room. He’s not diving into that pile of shit tonight. “And if she fucked you then she’s gotta be a skank.”
“Rude.” He reaches over punching Daryl lightly in the arm. “Just because her gonna be a 40 year old virgin, don’t me I gotta be. What’re ya waitin’ for anyway? Afraid you’ll never meet a guy as awesome as me?” That was a completely normal thing to say. Right? He grins awkwardly.
“Shut up.” Daryl punches him back, totally unable to hide the way his entire face flushes red and just hoping J.R. takes it as awkwardness about sex. He keeps his tone sarcastic, trying to push his urge to blurt everything out away. “Yeah, sure. ‘Cause I wanna suffer through your monster dick like every other slut in town.”
“Ah…but you do know it’s a monster dick. You been lookin’.” He cocks an eyebrow. The conversation is cut off by the carhop, and J.R. stops to order the burgers before turning back to Daryl. “Why ain’t you got a boyfriend? For real.”
"Maybe if you'd stop braggin' about it for five minutes I wouldn't have t'know." Daryl rolls his eyes, trying to stay nonchalant and thankful for the carhop's interruption. Not so thankful for the question that comes as soon as they're alone again, and he shrugs awkwardly. "I dunno. Ain't a lotta good guys around here I guess."
“Just rubbed me the wrong way.” Daryl lies, leaving out the fact that she made fun of him for his blatant crush every time J.R. was out of the room. He’s not diving into that pile of shit tonight. “And if she fucked you then she’s gotta be a skank.”
“Rude.” He reaches over punching Daryl lightly in the arm. “Just because her gonna be a 40 year old virgin, don’t me I gotta be. What’re ya waitin’ for anyway? Afraid you’ll never meet a guy as awesome as me?” That was a completely normal thing to say. Right? He grins awkwardly.
"Shut up." Daryl punches him back, totally unable to hide the way his entire face flushes red and just hoping J.R. takes it as awkwardness about sex. He keeps his tone sarcastic, trying to push his urge to blurt everything out away. "Yeah, sure. 'Cause I wanna suffer through your monster dick like every other slut in town."
“Just rubbed me the wrong way.” Daryl lies, leaving out the fact that she made fun of him for his blatant crush every time J.R. was out of the room. He’s not diving into that pile of shit tonight. “And if she fucked you then she’s gotta be a skank.”
“Ain’t like I can say no.” Daryl glances up at the sky, dark and threatening rain, and walks over to the truck. He’s slightly relieved when J.R. covers up, because it makes it easier not to stare at him like an obvious idiot. “What you got in mind?”
“I don’t know. What do you want? I’ll do anythin’ ya want t’ make it up t’ ya.”
‘Let me suck your dick maybe?’ Daryl very carefully doesn’t say, although he thinks it automatically. “Get me a burger, we’ll call it even.” He climbs into the passenger side of the truck and tosses his rucksack into the back carelessly. He twitches a smile at J.R., trying not to hold onto his jealousy over the whole having sex with someone that’s not him thing. “Was it Casey again?”
“Yeah. Thinkin’ ‘bout callin’ it off though. She’s kinda a bitch.” He points the truck toward the drive in automatically, knowing instinctively that’s what Daryl wants. That’s not weird, right? Two friends as close at them should know that kind of stuff. “Who gave ya detention?”
“Weston. Didn’t finish the godamn book report.” Daryl shrugs, settling down in his seat and starting to finally relax from being around J.R. again. He’s not in denial about his hulking giant crush anymore, but he’s hoping it’s not as obvious as he feels like. “Done with that asshole. We’ve gotta get a new English teacher soon, he’s practically dead. Gotta retire sometime.”
“I don’t know. At least he didn’t send us to the office when he caught us smokin’ under the bleachers.” He turns onto Main Street and slows down as he sees the glint of a cop car down the road. “Why didn’t you do the report? I said I’d help ya, but ya never wanted to come over.”
"Only 'cause he was outta smokes." Daryl reasons, patting his pocket and coming up empty when he realises he's also out of cigarettes. He shrugs and looks away carefully at J.R.'s question. "Merle was by. And I ain't exactly Casey's biggest fan and she was always kinda... around."
“Ain’t like I can say no.” Daryl glances up at the sky, dark and threatening rain, and walks over to the truck. He’s slightly relieved when J.R. covers up, because it makes it easier not to stare at him like an obvious idiot. “What you got in mind?”
“I don’t know. What do you want? I’ll do anythin’ ya want t’ make it up t’ ya.”
‘Let me suck your dick maybe?’ Daryl very carefully doesn’t say, although he thinks it automatically. “Get me a burger, we’ll call it even.” He climbs into the passenger side of the truck and tosses his rucksack into the back carelessly. He twitches a smile at J.R., trying not to hold onto his jealousy over the whole having sex with someone that’s not him thing. “Was it Casey again?”
“Yeah. Thinkin’ ‘bout callin’ it off though. She’s kinda a bitch.” He points the truck toward the drive in automatically, knowing instinctively that’s what Daryl wants. That’s not weird, right? Two friends as close at them should know that kind of stuff. “Who gave ya detention?”
"Weston. Didn't finish the godamn book report." Daryl shrugs, settling down in his seat and starting to finally relax from being around J.R. again. He's not in denial about his hulking giant crush anymore, but he's hoping it's not as obvious as he feels like. "Done with that asshole. We've gotta get a new English teacher soon, he's practically dead. Gotta retire sometime."
“Ain’t like I can say no.” Daryl glances up at the sky, dark and threatening rain, and walks over to the truck. He’s slightly relieved when J.R. covers up, because it makes it easier not to stare at him like an obvious idiot. “What you got in mind?”
“I don’t know. What do you want? I’ll do anythin’ ya want t’ make it up t’ ya.”
'Let me suck your dick maybe?' Daryl very carefully doesn't say, although he thinks it automatically. "Get me a burger, we'll call it even." He climbs into the passenger side of the truck and tosses his rucksack into the back carelessly. He twitches a smile at J.R., trying not to hold onto his jealousy over the whole having sex with someone that's not him thing. "Was it Casey again?"
“Ain’t like I can say no.” Daryl glances up at the sky, dark and threatening rain, and walks over to the truck. He’s slightly relieved when J.R. covers up, because it makes it easier not to stare at him like an obvious idiot. “What you got in mind?”
“Are you serious?” Casey is sitting up in the bed, the mother of all hissy fits building behind her expression of disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you? We’re kinda in the middle of something here.”
“I…I promised Daryl. I can’t just leave him there.” He sighs, stooping to grab his socks before moving toward the door. “Look. ’M sorry. I’ll call ya later.”
“You’re seriously not gonna fuck me because some guy needs a ride?” Casey raises her voice the further away he gets. “What is he, your fucking boyfriend?”
“Just shut the fuck up Casey.” He slams the door behind him and jumping into his pick up, still shirtless. He drives to the school first before he realizes Daryl’s not there and heads in the direction of Daryl’s house. He finds him not far from campus and slows down, rolling down the window. “Come on man. I didn’t mean it.”
“Ain’t you got somewhere to be?” Daryl keeps walking, shifting his backpack irritably and not looking at his friend. He’s pretty sure he’s acting like some kind of bitch right now, but there’s nobody else around to see.
“No. He speeds up, getting even with Daryl again. "Come on man. Don’t be that way. I fucked up. I’m trying to make it right.”
"Ain't the first time you forgot me for pussy." Daryl grumbles, but he reluctantly stops and turns to look at his friend. He can feel the blush start when he realises J.R. is shirtless and looks away again quickly. "You coulda just texted or somethin'."
“Are you serious?” Casey is sitting up in the bed, the mother of all hissy fits building behind her expression of disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you? We’re kinda in the middle of something here.”
“I…I promised Daryl. I can’t just leave him there.” He sighs, stooping to grab his socks before moving toward the door. “Look. ’M sorry. I’ll call ya later.”
“You’re seriously not gonna fuck me because some guy needs a ride?” Casey raises her voice the further away he gets. “What is he, your fucking boyfriend?”
“Just shut the fuck up Casey.” He slams the door behind him and jumping into his pick up, still shirtless. He drives to the school first before he realizes Daryl’s not there and heads in the direction of Daryl’s house. He finds him not far from campus and slows down, rolling down the window. “Come on man. I didn’t mean it.”
"Ain't you got somewhere to be?" Daryl keeps walking, shifting his backpack irritably and not looking at his friend. He's pretty sure he's acting like some kind of bitch right now, but there's nobody else around to see.
