Let Your Dreams Be Dreams
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i_am_tl_drTitle: Let Your Dreams Be Dreams
Characters: Quentin Kinley and David Moore
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1300
Notes: I like David. And there's a couple of things I wrote about David back in 2007 that I might rewrite to include in the timeline, even though he's pretty peripheral. Also, this takes place the same night as Harmonizing. Tyler Jordan and Max were at Preston's house, Quentin and David are at the boys' apartment.
Timeline: July 2015
"Did you seriously just ask me that," Quentin said flatly. David blinked slowly. "Why are you straight?"
"Um... because I love boobies," David said. "I don't know, I wasn't trying to piss you off, man."
"It's a fucking stupid question. Why am I gay? You want the bullshit discredited psychology reasons?" He put on an obnoxiously bad German accent. "Ze boy lacked a fazer figure unt a mozer's love. Desperation for masculine role models is expressed by longing for dick, I don't fucking know what you want me to say, man." The accent dropped as Quentin got more annoyed. "I've always wanted to kiss boys, okay? Ever since grade school. I lied about it for a stupidly long time." Quentin scowled as he grabbed the bong out of David's hands.
"Jeez, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it." Quentin snorted in disbelief.
"Yeah. I'm not sensitive about my sexuality. I'm totally one hundred percent confident about everyone knowing I'm exactly what I kept telling everyone I wasn't."
"Well, I mean, it's not exactly a secret, is it? How long have you been with Tyler Jordan now? Longer than I've known you..."
"Two years, just about."
"Right. I know you kept it on the down low for a while, but he never made any secret of it. And honestly, if you're going to have a boyfriend, he's a pretty hot one to have." David paused. "No homo." Quentin hit him. "Ow! I'm just saying I'm not trying to steal him."
"You couldn't steal him even if you did try," Quentin said, and he hit the bong with a vengeance. David put a hand to his chest with a wounded sound.
"Are you saying I'm not hot?"
"...you know, I was gonna say that you're not his type, but scruffy stoners are his type if you go by me. So... you're not hot enough to divert his attention."
"Ouch."
"I think Tory would have something to say about it, too."
"Please, Tory would love it if I pulled him for a night. As long as she could play too."
"Yeah, I'm definitely going to let him sleep with a woman so he knows exactly what he's missing out on by staying with me. Are you high?"
"Yes," David said, "no shit I'm high, and give me the bong back." Quentin rolled his eyes and handed it over. "You don't think that would matter to him, do you?"
"What? Getting laid by a chick?" David nodded. "I don't know. I'd rather not risk it."
"He's obviously devoted to you. Like, obviously. I don't think you'd have to worry about it."
"You think?"
"Yeah. And, I mean, you're just as obviously devoted to him. You guys suit each other well. Have more faith in him."
"I have plenty of faith in him, that doesn't mean I'm going to give him a free pass to tap some girl ass. Would you let Tory sleep with someone else?"
"Let? Let, he says. Like I could stop her if she wanted to." David winced. "I forgave her for it once. I'll probably forgive her if she does it again."
"Oh... right." Quentin bit his lip. "Sorry." He'd been the one to tell David that Tory was fucking around when he was on vacation, even. "Too stoned, wasn't thinking."
"Whatever. I mean, we share an apartment, we share a bed, if I dumped her I'd still have to live with her until the lease ends. I don't think she's going to do it again..."
"I'm sure she won't," Quentin said, not sounding sure at all. "You know if you needed a place to stay, Preston has an entire house, right? Aren't you guys tight?"
"Yeah," David said, but he frowned pensively down at the bong. "I don't want to have to ask him. I don't think Emily likes me much. The last thing I want to do is rock his boat when I go overboard from mine."
"That's decent of you," Quentin said, reaching for the bong again. David didn't let go of it. "Are you going camping? Hand it over."
"Sorry. Look, when I asked you-- I didn't mean why are you gay? I meant how did you know you were gay? Like... did you always know?"
"I didn't know for sure until Tyler Jordan. I'd wondered-- uh, more like I was terrified to think about it. I thought if I didn't do anything about it then it wasn't real." Quentin looked up at the ceiling, a strange expression on his face. "I thought I just had to find the right girl and I wouldn't think about guys any more. But all the girls I found were way, way wrong."
"And then you met him."
"Yeah. And at first I felt like a creep because I couldn't stop thinking about him. He's just so... ha, this is such a cliche. He's a ray of sunshine. He's bright and warm and optimistic and I just wasn't any of those things, no one in my life was any of those things."
"But he wasn't the first guy you looked at like that," David said, and Quentin shrugged.
"He was the first one that mattered." Quentin gave David a narrow-eyed look. "Why are you so curious about this?"
"No reason," David said, a little too quickly. "Just wondering."
"Uh-huh. Sure. Who do you have a crush on?"
"No one!" David shook his head quickly, curls flying. "I don't-- that's not why I'm asking."
"You're full of shit, but I'll let it slide this time," Quentin said. "But next time you ask personal questions, I'm gonna demand personal answers in return." He paused. "It's not me, right?"
"No. I don't-- it's not--" David dropped his head against the back of the couch and sighed. "Don't worry about it. It's not even a thing. It's not gonna become a thing. It was just a question."
"Right. Well, I'm not your personal queer advice column, okay? If you're having a sexuality crisis I'm not a life coach."
"Harsh, man. Way harsh." David shrugged. "Sorry, all right? I'll figure it out myself."
"So there is something to figure out. Secrets don't make friends, Dave."
"Good thing we're already friends. No, seriously, I just-- I had a weird dream, I wasn't sure what it meant. It's not something I think about when I'm awake. I was totally taken aback in the morning. I didn't know if it was... like some latent thing or what the fuck."
"Dreams don't mean anything," Quentin said. "Dreams are just your brain clearing memory for the next day. Don't let it freak you out."
"I wasn't freaked out," David said, glancing sidelong at Quentin. "It was startling, not scary."
"I'd say don't worry about it. I mean, if you liked it, that's a whole other can of worms. But if it was just weird and not something you're dwelling on, just forget about it."
"It's-- yeah, it's nothing. It was just brain static. I'll probably forget it by the next time I see him anyways."
"It was someone you know?"
"Yeah. I'm not telling you who. Cause it isn't a thing."
"Whatever you say, man. You seem straight as an arrow to me. I'm not gonna tell you to follow your dreams in this case." Quentin shrugged, reaching for the Xbox controller. "You pick, zombies or werewolves?"
"Uh... Werewolves?"
"Werewolves it is." Quentin watched David for a second, until David arched a sardonic brow at him and he shook his head. "Nothing... don't worry about it."
"I wasn't planning on worrying about it," David lied, rearranging himself in a lazy slump against the couch arm as Quentin scrolled through the Netflix menu. "No big deal at all."
Characters: Quentin Kinley and David Moore
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1300
Notes: I like David. And there's a couple of things I wrote about David back in 2007 that I might rewrite to include in the timeline, even though he's pretty peripheral. Also, this takes place the same night as Harmonizing. Tyler Jordan and Max were at Preston's house, Quentin and David are at the boys' apartment.
Timeline: July 2015
"Did you seriously just ask me that," Quentin said flatly. David blinked slowly. "Why are you straight?"
"Um... because I love boobies," David said. "I don't know, I wasn't trying to piss you off, man."
"It's a fucking stupid question. Why am I gay? You want the bullshit discredited psychology reasons?" He put on an obnoxiously bad German accent. "Ze boy lacked a fazer figure unt a mozer's love. Desperation for masculine role models is expressed by longing for dick, I don't fucking know what you want me to say, man." The accent dropped as Quentin got more annoyed. "I've always wanted to kiss boys, okay? Ever since grade school. I lied about it for a stupidly long time." Quentin scowled as he grabbed the bong out of David's hands.
"Jeez, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it." Quentin snorted in disbelief.
"Yeah. I'm not sensitive about my sexuality. I'm totally one hundred percent confident about everyone knowing I'm exactly what I kept telling everyone I wasn't."
"Well, I mean, it's not exactly a secret, is it? How long have you been with Tyler Jordan now? Longer than I've known you..."
"Two years, just about."
"Right. I know you kept it on the down low for a while, but he never made any secret of it. And honestly, if you're going to have a boyfriend, he's a pretty hot one to have." David paused. "No homo." Quentin hit him. "Ow! I'm just saying I'm not trying to steal him."
"You couldn't steal him even if you did try," Quentin said, and he hit the bong with a vengeance. David put a hand to his chest with a wounded sound.
"Are you saying I'm not hot?"
"...you know, I was gonna say that you're not his type, but scruffy stoners are his type if you go by me. So... you're not hot enough to divert his attention."
"Ouch."
"I think Tory would have something to say about it, too."
"Please, Tory would love it if I pulled him for a night. As long as she could play too."
"Yeah, I'm definitely going to let him sleep with a woman so he knows exactly what he's missing out on by staying with me. Are you high?"
"Yes," David said, "no shit I'm high, and give me the bong back." Quentin rolled his eyes and handed it over. "You don't think that would matter to him, do you?"
"What? Getting laid by a chick?" David nodded. "I don't know. I'd rather not risk it."
"He's obviously devoted to you. Like, obviously. I don't think you'd have to worry about it."
"You think?"
"Yeah. And, I mean, you're just as obviously devoted to him. You guys suit each other well. Have more faith in him."
"I have plenty of faith in him, that doesn't mean I'm going to give him a free pass to tap some girl ass. Would you let Tory sleep with someone else?"
"Let? Let, he says. Like I could stop her if she wanted to." David winced. "I forgave her for it once. I'll probably forgive her if she does it again."
"Oh... right." Quentin bit his lip. "Sorry." He'd been the one to tell David that Tory was fucking around when he was on vacation, even. "Too stoned, wasn't thinking."
"Whatever. I mean, we share an apartment, we share a bed, if I dumped her I'd still have to live with her until the lease ends. I don't think she's going to do it again..."
"I'm sure she won't," Quentin said, not sounding sure at all. "You know if you needed a place to stay, Preston has an entire house, right? Aren't you guys tight?"
"Yeah," David said, but he frowned pensively down at the bong. "I don't want to have to ask him. I don't think Emily likes me much. The last thing I want to do is rock his boat when I go overboard from mine."
"That's decent of you," Quentin said, reaching for the bong again. David didn't let go of it. "Are you going camping? Hand it over."
"Sorry. Look, when I asked you-- I didn't mean why are you gay? I meant how did you know you were gay? Like... did you always know?"
"I didn't know for sure until Tyler Jordan. I'd wondered-- uh, more like I was terrified to think about it. I thought if I didn't do anything about it then it wasn't real." Quentin looked up at the ceiling, a strange expression on his face. "I thought I just had to find the right girl and I wouldn't think about guys any more. But all the girls I found were way, way wrong."
"And then you met him."
"Yeah. And at first I felt like a creep because I couldn't stop thinking about him. He's just so... ha, this is such a cliche. He's a ray of sunshine. He's bright and warm and optimistic and I just wasn't any of those things, no one in my life was any of those things."
"But he wasn't the first guy you looked at like that," David said, and Quentin shrugged.
"He was the first one that mattered." Quentin gave David a narrow-eyed look. "Why are you so curious about this?"
"No reason," David said, a little too quickly. "Just wondering."
"Uh-huh. Sure. Who do you have a crush on?"
"No one!" David shook his head quickly, curls flying. "I don't-- that's not why I'm asking."
"You're full of shit, but I'll let it slide this time," Quentin said. "But next time you ask personal questions, I'm gonna demand personal answers in return." He paused. "It's not me, right?"
"No. I don't-- it's not--" David dropped his head against the back of the couch and sighed. "Don't worry about it. It's not even a thing. It's not gonna become a thing. It was just a question."
"Right. Well, I'm not your personal queer advice column, okay? If you're having a sexuality crisis I'm not a life coach."
"Harsh, man. Way harsh." David shrugged. "Sorry, all right? I'll figure it out myself."
"So there is something to figure out. Secrets don't make friends, Dave."
"Good thing we're already friends. No, seriously, I just-- I had a weird dream, I wasn't sure what it meant. It's not something I think about when I'm awake. I was totally taken aback in the morning. I didn't know if it was... like some latent thing or what the fuck."
"Dreams don't mean anything," Quentin said. "Dreams are just your brain clearing memory for the next day. Don't let it freak you out."
"I wasn't freaked out," David said, glancing sidelong at Quentin. "It was startling, not scary."
"I'd say don't worry about it. I mean, if you liked it, that's a whole other can of worms. But if it was just weird and not something you're dwelling on, just forget about it."
"It's-- yeah, it's nothing. It was just brain static. I'll probably forget it by the next time I see him anyways."
"It was someone you know?"
"Yeah. I'm not telling you who. Cause it isn't a thing."
"Whatever you say, man. You seem straight as an arrow to me. I'm not gonna tell you to follow your dreams in this case." Quentin shrugged, reaching for the Xbox controller. "You pick, zombies or werewolves?"
"Uh... Werewolves?"
"Werewolves it is." Quentin watched David for a second, until David arched a sardonic brow at him and he shook his head. "Nothing... don't worry about it."
"I wasn't planning on worrying about it," David lied, rearranging himself in a lazy slump against the couch arm as Quentin scrolled through the Netflix menu. "No big deal at all."
