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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Public_Sex, Bathroom_Sex, Dominant!John, Submissive!Dave
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-13 Words: 3159
****** Cool Control ******
by feistymuffin
Summary
     John takes a prank too far, with a surprising outcome.
Notes
     In case it was too hard to see, basically everything I write has sex
     in it. Weeeee! c: enjoy
You are more or less always trying to think of ways to prank Dave.
You can’t really help it, honestly! It’s just something you are determined to
do, to break his cool façade and make him express something. He usually
doesn’t, not outwardly. He can get angry and sad and stuff, obviously, but no
one really sees it except you and his close friends. People who know him well
enough to know that he’s upset.
You really want to see him lose his shit, just once. Just completely go bananas
over something, show a real emotion with no cover-up or coolkid bullshit.
Not that he isn’t massively cool, but sometimes you wish he was a little less
cool. Otherwise you wouldn’t feel a huge need to take him down a peg by
pranking him constantly. Oh yeah, and it’s a little emasculating to have such a
hugely popular friend.
You’ve done stuff like dump buckets of feathers on him over doorways, the
classic squirting flower, tapping his shoulder to make him think it was someone
else, all the basics. But nothing really embarrassing, which is why he always
remains cool as all hell. You need to take it up a notch.
You feel like this next one may be crossing a line or two, but hey, you know
for a fact that the Colonel would never have backed off from a prank as prime
as this one, not to mention for a tightass such as Dave. It is just not even a
thing.
It is not an option to disappoint the Colonel.
Once or twice you’ve contemplated doing something like making awkward sexual
advances on Dave, to see if that kind of thing is what rattles him. You never
see him trying to date anyone, and he never says anything about being
interested in anyone. You wonder if he’s kind of awkward in that way? You
figure it’s part of the coolkid thing, but you can’t help but be curious. Or
maybe he was… batting for the other team?
You get a little weird when you think of that. Your stomach rolls uncomfortably
and you get sort of jittery. You don’t want to be a homophobe, especially if
it’s true, but on the other hand, if you were to prank him and he takes it the
wrong way, you don’t want to hurt his feelings.
You have a feeling that the Colonel never had these issues. Lucky idyllic
bastard.
So it’s the day that you’ve finally decided to up your ante, to take that next
step and try to shatter that perma-control of Dave’s. You’re unbearably
nervous, mostly because you imagine him being the violent type if he were ever
to lose control. You seriously don’t want to get punched in the face.
Hey, come on! Now is not the time to back out! You’ve been over this a million
times already, and there’s no getting out of it. You swore on your Nana’s ashes
that you were going to do this. You can’t let Nana down. She’s watching from
Heaven to see your ultimate prank on your best friend. You can do this.
Dave is at his locker, none the wiser. You walk up to him as usual, lean on
your locker while he rummages in his.
“Hey,” you chirp, smiling. “Did you get the science homework done?”
He shrugs. “I attempted. The question about polarity was dumb. I gave up.”
You chuckle. “Yeah, magnetism is whack.”
Dave winces. “Wow, Egderp, maybe you should stick to non-wangster lingo. You
just dropped five rungs on your social echeladder because of that disgusting
trollop of wordplay.”
“What?” you whine. “But it took me forever to build up my coolness! Come on,
I’m still cool.”
You see Dave fight a smile. He wins, just barely. “Nope. Coolness rescinded.
Game over.”
You huff indignantly, slipping a little closer. “Can I cheat my way back up? I
can’t earn back all my coolness fairly.”
“That’s almost cool enough of a cheating scheme to gain you some points back,”
he replies. “Almost.”
You lean forward so that your hands—which are definitely not shaking—rest on
his hips. “There’s nothing I can do, Dave? Really?”
You are rewarded with the most shocked Strider expression to date. You are
further rewarded when his mouth drops open slightly, but no sound comes out.
You holler inwardly with victory, and sidle just a bit closer. “Can you think
of anything?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “… Nope. Not a thing, Egbert.” You feel
people watching as you stand unnecessarily close to him.
You afford yourself a mischievous smile before grabbing tightly onto his belt
loops and saying a little louder, “I can.”
With that, you tug hard on his pants and pull them to his ankles.
There’s a completely shocked silence, mostly fueled by one Dave Strider, as you
stand up and almost squeal with laughter as he stands there in his boxers. You
contain yourself to a raucous chuckle.
Despite everyone looking on in total shock, there are a few murmurs and giggles
that spread through the crowd. You can’t help but be disappointed that there is
no blush on his face, no incoherent stuttering, no angry rage bubbling from his
person. Just Dave, looking at you.
It takes you a moment to look past your disappointment to actually notice that
while Dave has not lost his control he is still irrevocably pissed at you.
His eyes, hidden behind polarized walls of indifference, are boring into yours.
You can feel him staring at you, and from the curve of his brow, yes, he is
surely pissed. Pissed off at you. You, John Egbert, who may or may not die in
the near future.
Slowly, almost casually, he bends and picks up his pants, pulls them to rest on
his hips once more, and tightens his belt for good measure. Then without a word
he turns and walks away, disappearing into the bathroom. Moments later you see
a few boys scurry out of the bathroom looking more or less scared shitless.
Before you can really appreciate the pun in that line, you’re rushing forward
to follow him as people continue to not care about you and go about their
regular pre-pantsed lives.
“Leave” is the first thing you hear when you walk into the lavatory, before
he’s even in sight. The underlying venom in his voice makes you want to. But
you push forward, moving into the room and seeing him leaning over a sink with
his hands clutching the sides so tightly his knuckles are white.
“Dave, I—“
“Egbert, shut the fuck up. Just leave.” Dave doesn’t look at you; he just
stares down into the sink.
You frown, approaching him slowly. You feel like he’s a wild animal, but then
immediately feel guilty for making such a comparison when this is your fault.
“I’m sorry, Dave.”
His head turns towards you a fraction. “Is this for your prankster’s gambit?
Are you trying to constantly piss me off? Make me frustrated to the point of
lunacy?”
“Frustrated?” you ask. “I’m really sorry, and I mean, yeah, I kind of do want
to see you lose your cool and stuff, but not to make you angry! Or to frustrate
you, which doesn’t make sense really…”
His shoulders hunch, and you’re next to him, so you reach out and touch him
very gently on the arm. He flinches. “Jesus, Egbert, you have no idea what…” He
sighs, heavily, and one hand comes up to rub at his face.
“What?” you ask quietly.
“What you do to me,” Dave huffs.
You’re confused for about a nanosecond, and then your gay theory is right in
front of your eyes, smacking you in the face. Wow, you are an asshole. Yep.
You’re the asshole. It’s you.
Dave likes you and now that you actually look from that perspective it seemed
kind of obvious. How he gives you so much attention, and puts you first even
though he complains and bitches about it. And you just fake-flirted with him
and pantsed him in front of half your class.
Yes, you have officially failed at being a best friend exponentially.
Dave is trembling under your hand, and you look at him to find a tiny blush
over his ears. “Dave?”
“Get a clue, okay?” he barks at you, shrugging off your touch. “Sexually
frustrated, Eggs. I want to have sex with you. I want to date you. These are
things I want and cannot have.”
It takes you a moment to really let that sink in. And then all you can think
is, his control is gone. Totally and completely gone. He’s just Dave, without a
shred of coolness.
You grab his hand off the sink and pull him to face you. As he turns, your eyes
are drawn downwards where you see a very noticeable lump in the front of his
pants.
Your own face heats, and you feel yourself react to his state of arousal in a
similar way.
Well then. You suppose that just happened.
Dave tugs on his hand, trying to turn away. You don’t let him. You push him
backwards until he comes up against the tiled wall, and you take his other hand
and pin them against the wall above his head.
What the hell are you doing?
Dave is looking at you, and it’s different. So very different from anything
until now. An unrestrained look from someone who’s attracted to you, who you’re
pinning against a wall with very suggestive things running through your mind.
“What are you doing?” Dave asks. His mouth turns down at the corners. “You’re
not gay.”
“I… don’t think it matters,” you say. You move your hands to interlace your
fingers with his. You’re five kinds of red in the face, but you look at him
right in the eyes, since from this close you can actually see them.
Dave stares back, and after a gruelling moment of possible rejection on your
part, he nods. Your mouth breaks into a grin, and you lean forward and very
gently press your lips to his.
His reaction is immediate. His entire body shivers and he sighs into your
mouth. He arches into you, touching his chest to yours and also rubbing your
hips together in a very tantalizing way.
You break away from him with a little laugh. “Are we a bit eager, coolkid?” You
just laugh harder when he scowls at you.
“Don’t play this down,” he snaps at you. “I’m serious about you. Don’t fucking
jerk me around.”
You smile, transferring one of his hands to your left one, so you hold both
wrists in your grasp. You hold your free hand just above the skin on his neck.
“Can I touch you?”
Dave’s face changes. Where he was angry just a moment ago, now he looks… needy,
you guess. Desperate. He nods again, so you reach up and take off his shades.
He looks even more desperate without the barrier. Jesus, he looks good.
“John,” he says, and it’s a plea.
You hook his glasses onto the collar of your shirt and drop your hand onto his
neck, lightly dragging your fingertips across his skin. His mouth opens as he
gasps, so you lean forward and capture his lips again.
You pride yourself on actually having girlfriends in the past, so you know what
you’re doing when you kiss. But everything is different with Dave. Where your
kisses with girls were tender or playful, all you feel from him right now is
wanting and heat. His mouth sucks at yours, tongue working immediately against
yours as you slip into his mouth. He nips and bites at your lips when you pull
away, and makes noises constantly. Tiny gasps or a shuddery sigh, or
occasionally a low moan that you feel in your gut.
Your hands ghosts down his torso, and when you pinch his nipple through his
shirt he jerks into you and grunts. His wrists tug in your hold, but you grip
them tightly and don’t let them move in the slightest.
Dave breaks the kiss this time. “John, come on,” he says. “I feel like you’re
trying to piss me off.” You notice with pleasure that there is absolutely no
anger in his voice.
You nip along his jaw, licking the hollow spot beneath his ear. “Nope,” you
whisper, “no touching for you.”
He grumbles, but doesn’t argue, which you find sort of strange. You don’t
really dwell on it as you dip your head to suck heavily on his neck.
Dave’s body curls against yours, silently begging for more. You can feel his
hands clenching into fists as he resists tugging on his restraints. Somehow,
the fact that he’s trying not to break free makes you… unbearably hot.
Everywhere.
His whining eventually brings you back to his mouth, where his fervent kisses
continue as if there was no pause. Your hand finds his nipple again, which you
tease and thumb and roll until Dave’s breaths are shuddering and he jerks at
every stroke.
You bite at his lips almost hard enough to draw blood and pinch his nipple at
the same time. His loud gasp is like a symphony in your ears. The sound bounces
off the bathroom walls and seems to echo forever.
“Jesus Christ,” he moans, “just fucking touch me already.” His hips make
insistent movements against your thigh, which convinces you pretty easily that
he’s more than ready.
Your hand drags a trail down to his belt, which you get undone easily enough.
The fastening on his jeans quickly follows. You slip his pants down until they
fall to the floor with a clink, and immediately place your hand over his
erection through his boxers and press.
Dave’s hips buck forward, and he tries to grind onto your palm but you pull
away. “Egbert,” he growls.
“Relax, Dave,” you whisper into his mouth, capturing his lips in tiny nipping
kisses and licks. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
He doesn’t dignify you with an answer, so you move your hand to stroke the
blonde hairs that pour from his navel to disappear into his boxers. He groans
as you do nothing else.
“Yes,” he says finally. “Fuck, it feels so good, so stop stopping.”
You reward him by gripping him through his boxers and stroking.
He cries out and tugs hard on your restraining hand. “Oh my god, I want to
touch you,” he pants. “Please, I just—“
You cover his mouth with a kiss, which he puts to good use. You swallow the
sounds he makes as you steadily pump your hand over him. His hips roll to meet
you in each stroke, and his mouth grapples with yours as he tries to apparently
be as sexy as fucking possible. Wow, it is working.
Despite trying to smother you with kissing, Dave still manages to get out
random pleas for freedom. You either ignore them or respond with a “no” and a
smoldering look that shuts him up for all of five seconds.
You notice a change in him when he pulls himself closer to you with the little
bit of leverage he has, instead of trying to tug free. His eyes bore into
yours, and you feel yourself strain in your jeans to the point of pain.
“Press me into the wall with your body,” he says breathily, quickly adding a
needy “Please”.
You have absolutely no problem complying with that. You step forward and close
any distance between you two, shoving him hard into the wall with your hips and
chest. However, the new angle doesn’t allow you to get at him very well using
your current stroking method, so you tug down his boxers and wrap your hand
around his naked erection instead.
Dave keens and moans a throaty “yes” that only makes you grip him harder. By
now he’s thrusting up into your fist unabashedly, biting his lip when you’re
not kissing or doing that for him and essentially driving you wild with his
noises.
“I want to see you,” he pleads. “John, show me, I need—“
You need it just as much. Your hand leaves his dick to quickly rid yourself of
your jeans and slide your boxers down enough to be able to press against him
with nothing but skin. When you do finally press into him, Dave makes a strange
sound comparable to purring and stares intently at your painfully hard cock.
Without any prompting from Dave, you wrap your hand around both of your dicks
and begin stroking. You shiver at the feeling of finally being touched, of his
erection against yours, of his heady moans in your ears.
Dave looks to be losing his mind slowly, which you can relate with. His hips
are erratic against yours, humping desperately against your hand and dick. His
eyes are either on yours or watching your hand with an intensity that’s just a
little unnerving. His teeth constantly gnaw at his lower lip but that does
little to stifle his gasps and groans.
You mash your lips into Dave’s as you start stroking faster, feeling yourself
getting close. The kiss itself is considerably sloppy and messy but you don’t
really care because Dave keeps moaning as you twist your hand around your dicks
and thrust against him. His arms are finally slack in your grip, all of his
energy devoted to humping your hand and rubbing his tongue over yours.
You slick your thumb over your slit and his, and that does it for you. You
smother him into the wall, moaning into his mouth as you come on your hand and
both your stomachs. Your hips spasm against his, and as you pump yourself
through your orgasm, he meets his and follows suit as he spurts jizz on your
shirt.
Almost impossibly slow, you focus and finally see red eyes looking back at you.
You can’t think of a better time to kiss Dave all over his face, so you do. You
gently let his hands go, grabbing his chin with your clean hand, and kiss his
forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, his eyes, and finally just rest your
forehead against his and look at him.
“Hi,” you say, smiling goofily.
His molten eyes stare back at you. “Hi, John.”
You can see that he’s nervous. He doesn’t know what this means, what you’re
doing, what you want. You don’t want to hurt him, so you tell him the truth.
“So, Dave, I think now is as good a time as any to tell you that I’m very sure
I like you more than a friend.” Pretty good conclusion to come to, considering
you just jacked him off with less than no qualms.
Dave studies you for a moment, his eyes impossibly serious and penetrating, but
then he relents with a smile. “Yeah. That’s cool.”
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