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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dirk_Strider/Jake_English
  Character:
      Dirk_Strider, Jake_English
  Additional Tags:
      Anal, Oral, Gun_Kink, Tattoo, Breathplay, Autoerotic_Asphyxiation
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-15 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2034
****** Adventure Bros ******
by Leticheecopae
Summary
     Drabbles outlining some of Dirk and Jake's more 'personal'
     adventures.
***** Inked *****
It didn’t hurt as much as Jake had thought, a needle running through flesh, but
it was making the muscle sore like he couldn’t believe. The xenon in the air
made the stabs burn just the slightest as Dirk wiped blood away, eyes fully
concentrated on his work. He had even removed his shades.
Jake sat as motionless as he could against one of the stone pillars, feeling
the needle bite over and over and stop as Dirk applied more ink to the tip.
Jake had insist that Dirk do it to him the same way he had done it to himself.
No real tattoo gun, just a needle on a metal do-hicky he had thought up that
helped with piercing but not with speed.
“Almost done Jake.” Dirk said softly as he wiped away the black ink and blood
from Jake’s arm, making him hiss just slightly from feeling the bruising flesh
being pushed against. It was the third or fourth time he had said it, and Jake
just nodded. This time though it really was almost over, and when Dirk pulled
back and wiped the blood and black away for the last time the items disappeared
back into his sylladex.
Jake looked down at the mess on his shoulder to see the face looking out. The
match to Sweet Bro. It was a little shaky, the black splotched in places, and
blood beading all over, but Hella Jeff was smiling and that was all that
mattered. Jake could already see the muscle bruising beneath and bit back a
hiss as he rotated his shoulder.
“Any thoughts?” Dirk asked as he picked up his shades. Jake stopped the hand
before it reached its destination, allowing him to see those orange, amber eyes
for a few moments longer.
“I think you did a smashing job.” He replied before pulling him forwards,
barely having to tug at Dirk to pull him into the kiss. He wrapped his un-inked
arm around Dirk’s waist, kissing him hard and savoring it. When they finally
pulled back both of them were a bit pink in the cheeks, breathing heavy.
“Think you could give me a skull next?” Jake asked with a smile.
“Whatever you want babe.” Dirk replied and kissed him again. Jake held him
close, letting his tongue slide into Dirk’s mouth as he moved the still
bruising arm and let out a moan mixed with the pleasure of Dirk’s touch and the
pain from his shoulder. Dirk swallowed it up as Jake flexed the sore muscle.
He felt the inked face on his arm smile through the blood, ran fingers over the
smiling face on Dirk’s arm with its faintly their scars. One day he would tell
Dirk to give him one other tattoo, a single black circle around his left hand
maybe; something he could never lose on his adventures. Like the face on his
shoulder, a sign to everyone else that Jake was a happily kept male.
***** Keep the Mask On *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys learn they have a new Kink.
Chapter Notes
     Done for a prompt over on tumblr. Enjoy!
Air is a precious commodity in your world, the Krypton in the air making it too
poisonous to breath outside the strange towers; and sometimes inside. The masks
are the only way you can breath safely, but they have their downsides. There is
no way you can kiss Jake like this, and even if you can barely see his eyes
through the green of his helmet, it’s not the same.
It doesn’t stop you from fucking him in one of the tombs, your puffs of warm
breath skidding over his back as they burst from your mask, quickly sliding
into him as you take him from behind. He lets out a shaky moan that his mask
muffles and you hate the thing, hate how your own cuts off so much to be seen
of his body.
You’re not sure what prompts you to do it, but you reach out with one hand and
grab him by the throat, hauling him backwards so that you’re both standing on
your knees before rocking back to sit on your heels. Jake fucks himself on your
cock for a moment before you squeeze his neck and his pace stutters. When you
let go he lets out a shuddering gasp and rams himself back in a way that makes
you both groan, though you cut his off. His hips stop for just a moment before
he starts moving faster, your hand wrapped around his throat.
You can’t think of anything to say as you pant, your mask pressed into his
shoulder, sending hot gusts of air over him while he is forced to be silent.
You release the pressure enough to let him take in shaky breaths, the vents of
his mask letting out rushes of air you can feel on the arm wrapped around his
chest that let you grab his neck.
“Dirk, please.” You barely hear so you do it again, and he bounces harder. You
wrap your hard around his cock, letting him fuck himself on you and fuck your
hand at the same time. The hand on his throat only moves with his body, not
releasing.
You can feel his body tightening as you keep the hold, everything tensing
around you and making pleasure burn as you shift your hips so you go deeper and
hit over that spot inside him that makes him moan. Or it would, if you weren’t
keeping that from happening, only the softest sound building deep in his throat
below your hand, vibrating through your fingers.
The skin around your hand is darkening just slightly as he begins to slow down,
his hands reaching back to grip your hips as he fucks himself on you. He’s
almost so tight now he can barely move on you, his cock dribbling pre-cum all
over your fingers.
You let go.
The gasping intake of breath he makes is his undoing, and your’s. You spill
into him as he spills over your hand, taking gasp of air after gasp of air
through the vents in his mask, his body tilting just enough that you have to
wrap your arm tighter around his chest so he won’t fall. Both of you pant
through your masks, his deep and almost gasping, your's barely there.
“Was that okay?” You finally ask as you see the reddened outline of your
fingers on his neck and worry that maybe you had gone just a little too hard,
misread his ‘Dirk please’.
“Smashing.” Jake pants and leans back against you, your softening cock shifting
inside him in a way that makes him moan and shudder. “Absolutely amazing.” You
want to kiss him, but all you can do is hold him instead.
***** Cocked and Loaded *****
Chapter Summary
     Sometimes it's fun to play with guns.
Chapter Notes
     Gun kink prompted over on Tumblr. Enjoy!
Jake had told him it was one of the most exhilarating thing to have steel
between his teeth, hovering a finger over the trigger and wondering if he
really had removed all the bullets before pulling to hear the click.
The metal is cold on his tongue when he laps at the tip of the barrel, eyes
focussed on Jake as he takes it into his mouth slowly. He doesn’t even know if
Jake has unloaded the chambers, and while he doubts he would ever put his life
in danger, the idea makes him tremble. Jake’s pupils are blown wide as he
watches him, sees metal slide into Dirk’s mouth, clicking just slightly against
teeth as Dirk takes it down; much like he would Jake’s cock.
Dirk’s hands undo his own pants as Jake watches, holding the gun in one hand
while the other goes to help jerk those pants over Dirk’s hips to his knees.
Dirk tries to help remove them, leaning in before pulling back suddenly, the
slighest sound of a gag following.
“Different than my cock isn’t it?” Jake asks as he jerks his pants away. Dirk
moans around the gun and licks, tasting gunpowder; a harsh spicy, burn against
the back of his throat. He pulls lube from his sylladex and pops the cap,
holding it out to Jake. Jake reaches for it and gets a palm full of lube which
he quickly spreads over his fingers before sliding his hand between Dirk’s
cheeks.
He moans low around the barrel as a finger presses inside, sliding against his
inner walls as Jake stretches him. He takes the unyielding gun deeper, feeling
it press into his soft palate and back of throat, threatening to bruise and cut
with its hardness. Jake adds a second finger and Dirk bucks, pulling off the
metal in his mouth to lap at the head much as he would do to Jake any other
time. Jake is quiet while he watches, breath coming in shallow pants as Dirk
gives head to his gun, laps at it with all the affection he would show Jake’s
own dick.
The third finger takes him by surprise and he moans low as his hips canter up.
He is trembling slightly from need and the threat of the thing in his mouth.
“Bloody hell Strider.” Jake breaths before he pulls the gun back. Dirk pants as
he watches Jake undo his belt quickly, moving to sit just between his thighs.
Taking the lube he goes to pour it over himself when he stops. Looking up at
Dirk he gives him a wicked smile before pouring the lube over the gun barrel.
Dirk moans low and shakes as he spreads his legs wider, the blunt tip pressing
against him, slick and cold.
When it slides inside he hisses and Jake stops, letting him adjust to the
strange shape before sliding it in farther, until the trigger guard is pressing
into his taint. Jake keeps his pinky on the trigger, holding the gun upside
down as he moves up Dirk’s body, kissing him hard. He moans deep when Dirk’s
hand wraps around his cock.
“Move it.” He says with just the barest of shakes in his voice. Jake complies,
going slow and steady with the unyielding metal in somewhere so soft.
“Harder.” Dirk begs to which Jake just smiles. He goes a little faster, but he
stays gentle. He wraps one hand around Dirk’s cock to make up for it, both of
them stroking each other as Jake fucks Dirk with his pistol. “Jake please har-”
there is a clicking sound and Dirk freezes. Jake keeps moving the gun and looks
at his wide amber eyes. The hand on his cock is still, but the one he has on
Dirk’s speeds up while he goes just the slightest bit rougher with the gun.
Dirk groans low and bucks, a flash of pain on his face from the way the gun
shifts before they fly open with another click.
“I’ll tell you right now Strider.” Jake says against his mouth. “I don’t
rightly remember if I emptied all the chambers.” Its a lie, but it makes Dirk
moan low and writhe as the gun speeds up again and Jake clicks another empty
chamber. The sound Dirk makes has Jake breathing hard. “Eight chambers with
these,” Jake says and clicks again. Another strangled sound and the feeling of
precum covering his hand. Dirk’s clutching at him tight now, hands nowhere near
his throbbing dick, and he could care less. Two quick clicks and Dirk is almost
crying, but he doesn’t tell Jake to stop, just pants and writhes. Its getting
harder to move the gun, Dirk’s insides tightening around the metal. Jake clicks
again and Dirk lets out a strangled shout that he swallows down with an open
mouth kiss.
“One left,” he whispers and Dirk almost sobs. “Shall I?” He doesn’t let Dirk
respond, just pulls the trigger for the final click. Dirk’s entire body tenses
as he cums, shaking hard as cum spashes over his lower stomach and chest,
staining his shirt. Jake slowly removes the metal, feeling the muscles relax as
he does. His own cock throbs painfully between his legs, begging for its own
release.
“Jake, oh fuck Jake.” Dirk whispers and watches Jake pour lube over himself and
line up with Dirks stretched opening.
“Hope you’re ready for the big guns.” And he gives a predatory grin. When he
slides insides Dirk screams. Jake doesn’t last long after that.
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