There's a clatter as the box in Dave's hands drops to the floor. Dave's eyes widen behind his sunglasses as he feels John's breath on his own and John's lips pressed against his. His mind just goes completely blank. Dave doesn't even know whether to panic or not, just that it was taking a long time to process that John Egbert is kissing you against the side of his car.

Of course he doesn't kiss back. That would be really weird. He doesn't move away either though. Dave was just kind of frozen in place, the initial shock still slowly wearing off.

John. What are you doing?