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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      Bro/John_Egbert, Dad/Dave_Strider, John_Egbert/Dirk_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, John_Egbert, Dad_(Homestuck), Bro_(Homestuck), Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      beach, Vacation, Public_Sex, Public_Nudity
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-12 Updated: 2012-07-31 Chapters: 4/? Words: 8588
****** Life's a Beach ******
by iMattiebear
Summary
     John and Dad come down to Texas for a vacation. During a trip to the
     beach, the Strider brothers have more than just swimming in mind. To
     their surprise, so do the Egberts.
     John and Dave are 17 here. Just as a fair warning? idek if they need
     a warning, but w/e
Notes
     Hnnnng. I'm trying to keep this going! If I don't post it I'll never
     finish it. So bare with me!
     Comments are encouraged! They give me motivation boosts and such. ;
     v;
     HERE'S TO HOPING CODING WANTS TO WORK! Which it doesn't. If anybody
     wants to help they're more than welcome! orz
***** Car Rides Suck *****
Summer was finally here, and it couldn't be hotter. Wait, yes it could. You put
your hand out the window, letting it roll in the wind. If the junker you called
a car had automatic windows you knew Bro would try and roll the window up, but
it didn't so he couldn't do whatever he wanted like he usually did.
"You sure Li'l 'Bert said they would meet us there?" The elder Strider asked as
he pulled into McDonalds for some breakfast.
"Yeah, he said they had to go get swim trunks." You glanced at your brother
from behind your shades. The two of you had been looking forward to this week
for months. It was around Christmas that Bro told you John and his father were
coming down over summer break. Seriously, six years with just internet and text
is too fucking long. It had been three days since the Egbert family arrived and
they would be leaving in five days. Mr. Egbert could only take that much time
off work and, being the good father he was, wouldn't allow his son to stay in a
new place alone. Already you and John were making plans for next year, longer
plans. Mr. Egbert was wary of Bro's parenting, but knew John was happy and safe
here. Even if he wouldn't agree quickly, you both knew he would fold and let
John come down by himself next time.
Or maybe you could talk John into you visiting him next time. Because, fuck, if
Mr. Egbert wasn't the hottest piece of ass you'd ever seen. You wanted him to
fuck you so h--
"-- want?" Only the last part of Bro's question reached your ears. Before he
could reach out to smack you upside the head, you put two and two together.
"McGriddle. Extra bacon." The only thing you would drink from McDonalds was
apple juice and although Bro said he didn't pay attention, it was just one of
those things you know about the kid you raised. To make sure it was still early
enough, you glanced at your phone. Of course it was, John had made you and Bro
get up at fucking ten just to go to the beach. The nerd had never been to the
ocean, even though he was near one. While Bro paid and dicked around with the
radio, you pulled up Pesterchum.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 09:43 --
TG: explain to me why we couldnt just
TG: i dont know
TG: ride together??
You dug for your hashbrown first, then handed Bro his Big Mac. After that was
done, you pulled out one of the four apple juices boxes and sipped on that.
John finally replied to your messages.
EB: because i dont want to ride with your stinky ass for an hour.
TG: oh ouch
TG: right in the feels man
TG: look at me
TG: im grabbing at my heart it hurts so bad
EB: oh shut up.
EB: we both know you dont have those.
EB: dad wanted to go shopping first or something.
TG: we totally could have done that together
EB: dave are you lonely?
EB: is that the problem?
TG: fuck no
TG: i cant be lonely ive got all the bitches at my feet just ready to entertain
me
You finally started eating the bulk of your breakfast, so you just watched the
screen until it went black. No reason to get your phone all greasy. Bro’s
gloved hand appeared next to you, out and waiting for something. Without a word
or request, you dug out one of the two orange juices and placed it in his
awaiting hand. After you finished up the sandwich, you pulled out another apple
juice. Since you were done with the bag, you set it on the floor and sat back
to get comfortable. John had responded again.
EB: yeah whatever you say mr cool.
EB: you cant see me but im rolling my eyes at you.
EB: look i gotta go.
EB: dad is trying to buy a speedo.
TG: sounds hot
TG: tell him to get a red one its my favorite color
EB: dave! thats so gross! UGH
EB: now i have to scrub my eyes with bleach!
TG: you know your dad is hot man
EB: ew! im leaving!
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 10:04 --
Behind your shades it was your turn to roll your eyes. With that you pocketed
your phone and sank lower into your seat, arms crossed and head tilted back.
The trip would be about an hour, might as well take a nap. Just when you began
to drift off, the car braked suddenly and there was an arm thrown in front of
your chest, hand flat against your chest in a protective manner. As if an arm
would stop you from nearly flying through the window! Air rushed into your
lungs as you gasped, eyes wide. You thought you were getting in an accident,
but you weren’t. The car was perfectly still in the middle of the road. In
fact, there wasn’t a single person around. It was weird for Houston, but you
didn’t say anything. You were too busy trying to catch your breath and figure
out what happened. The chuckle next to you, made it all click.
“The fuck dude!” You spat at him, settling back in your seat. “I thought we
were dying you dick.” All Bro did was laugh harder as the car finally started
driving again, his hand long gone and back at the wheel. Now there was no way
you’d be sleeping, he wouldn’t let you. Instead, you rested an elbow on the
window ledge and rested your chin there. The wind felt amazing through the
window. Now and then the channel on the radio would change, until Bro finally
shoved a cassette into the player and listened to one of his mixed tapes. It
was all just back ground noise, but your fingers tapped gently on the side of
your face as the songs played through the duration of the trip. Though your
eyes were closed against the beating sun, every small noise made you open them.
After a moment of nothing happening they would close again.
Luckily for you, the next time you opened your eyes it was because there was an
insistent buzzing in your pocket. A sigh left your lips and you pulled your
phone out. It was John, why was he trying to call? Part of you was tempted to
let it go to voice mail just to text him and ask what he wanted. Before you
could even reach for the accept or decline buttons, the phone was snatched from
your hands.
“Yo. Dave’s asleep. Like a fuckin’ baby, thumb in his mouth, a bit o’ dribble
running down his chin. If you wake him he’ll be a grump all day.” The smirk
that played on Bro’s lips pissed you off more than the blatant lying and image
damage he was doing. You couldn’t hear much from the other end, but you could
make out John’s nasally voice and a few giggles every now and then. At least
somebody was enjoying the joke.
Since Bro wasn’t giving the phone back, you looked out the window. A sign that
passed said you were five miles away. Shit, when did that happen? He really did
let you sleep. That’s weirdly cool of him. Either way, if you were this close
and John was calling he probably wanted to meet up so Bro could lead the way to
the beach.
“Yeah, let’s meet up at the Walmart. I need to get some sunscreen. Some of us
over here have baby skin and burn to a crisp.” You weren’t sure if he was
poking fun at you again or if he was being totally serious. Both of you did
burn really easy. The first time you went to the beach both of you came back
red as lobsters. Since then you’d only gone sporadically. If this was John’s
first time to the beach then he’d definitely need sunscreen, but Dad probably
packed that three weeks ago.
“Sure. Lates.” With that your phone was returned and you pulled up a message to
John.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 10:02 --
TG: it was the dribble of the gods
EB: sure it was! i totally believe that!
TG: fuck you Egbert
EB: no way. are you excited to see the ocean?
TG: im practically bubbling with over excitement right now
TG: you dont even know
EB: whatever youre so lame! but not nearly as lame as your brother
TG: oh good one hes totally flinching and crying because of that burn
EB: speaking of! he didnt bring…lil cal did he?
TG: i told him not to but he probably did
TG: whats wrong with that lil cal is cool man
EB: whatever daaaave!
After that the two of you just talked like you normally would at your computer.
In a few minutes you were pulling into Wal-Mart and parking next to the car you
recognized as the Egbert’s rental. At the door you fist bumped John and waved
to his father. Man you couldn’t wait to be alone with that man. You bet he
looked amazing in a suit. Of the swimming variety because of course he looked
good in a normal suit. The man wore them all the fucking time. Even now he was
dressed up and businessy.
***** Buy ALL of the things *****
Chapter Summary
     The group finally arrives at the beach after their pit stop at Wal-
     Mart.
Chapter Notes
     Ugh! Sorry this took so long and it's not even the good stuff. D;
     I got stuck in Dead Island so I went through Zombie withdrawals.. So
     I rewatched High School of the Dead. Ahaha..
     ANYWAYS! Let me know if there's any mistakes.
     And thank you so, so much for the kudos and the comments! <3
When you met up with the Egbert’s in front of the Wal-Mart, you offered a fist
bump to John and a small curtsy to Mr. Egbert. It was always fun to fluster the
man, even if you didn’t have your eye on him. Before the two had arrived for
their vacation, you and Dave had a talk of how Dad was off limits to you and
how John was off limits to Dave. It was a mutual thing and from there on, the
two of you planned how to seduce the dense Egbert’s. Obviously there wouldn’t
be any seduction going on right now, but later there definitely would be.
Before you could usher people into the store, Mr. Egbert was already leading
the group. With a shrug, you followed after at the butt of the group. It gave
you the perfect chance to watch John’s ass as they walked along. Dave walked a
bit out of the way as to stare at the leader’s hindquarters, giving you the
perfect position to stare at John’s.
Without a word, you grabbed a basket and followed after Dave. Mr. Egbert saw
and praised you on a good idea, even if you were just doing it to be ironic.
You only needed the sunscreen and could have held it, but why do that when they
offer the baskets to you anyways? John was sent to grab a basket while you
continued to follow. Mr. Egbert seemed to be a man on a mission, so when you
passed the chips aisle you took the detour. You grabbed a bag of Cheetos and a
bag of honey barbeque chips. While you were at it, maybe you should grab some
drinks. You got a six pack of beer before going over to get some coke for the
boys. Seemed the elder Egbert had the same idea, you met up with him again when
you saw him grab a thing of waters. While he got what he needed, you got a 12
pack of Mountain Dew. Boy was that Sunkist tempting, but you shook your head
and decided what you got would be enough.
John and Dave weren’t with him and he seemed to read your mind when he spoke
next. “I sent them to get two bags of ice. I packed some lunch and desserts in
a cooler for us to enjoy later this evening.” You gave a small nod and then
turn to head back toward the registers. He followed after you, but cleared his
throat when you were almost there. “I’d like to get some fruit, would you like
some?” You’d never been big on fruits or vegetables, but out of the two fruits
were definitely better. Even though you didn’t really want any, you nodded and
walked next to Mr. Egbert. He made idle chat and didn’t mind that you didn’t
really respond. It reminded you a lot of how John was with Dave.
Mr. Egbert started picking out some fruits. You ended up picking up a few
oranges and even a few apples for Dave. When Mr. Egbert was done, he had some
grapes, carrots, and strawberries. Since he looked ready, you started walking
toward the registers again, but not before grabbing a thing of cherries. They
were always pretty yummy this time of the year. You only stopped once more in
the beach aisle. Since it was summer Wal-Mart had all the beach things in one
place. Picking a sunscreen was harder than it needed to be, but Mr. Egbert
helped and you went with waterproof SPF 30. While you were down this aisle, you
grabbed a set of beach toys.
Check out went smoothly and when you were done you gave a small nod to Mr.
Egbert before heading out to your truck. You set the bags in the back before a
sigh passed your lips. You totally could have put some of the beer and coke
into Mr. Egbert’s ice chest, especially since you got cherries too. Whatever,
you decided it didn’t really matter and hopped into the driver’s seat.
When Dave came back to the truck, you saw he had John as well. Dave held the
door for his friend, even giving a small bow that made John laugh and push his
shoulder gently. His laugh was refreshing as he crawled into the cabin. Your
truck wasn’t that big so when John settled in, his leg touched yours gently.
Dave climbed in and shut the door.
“Dad says not to leave him since he doesn’t know where he’s going.” John
informed you while looking around for a seatbelt. Dave just rolled his eyes and
buckled in before helping John find his. Oh, you should probably put yours on.
After you were buckled in you turned the truck on and backed out of the parking
spot. “Oh, there he is! We can go.” With a small nod, you headed toward the
road.
Half way to the outlet you slouched down a bit in your seat, legs spreading to
get comfortable, one hand dropping to the bottom of the steering wheel while
the other rested on the seat behind John’s body. You didn’t care that this was
the typical “man” position, it was comfortable and now that your leg touched
John’s. Your smirk was quick, small, and gone just as suddenly as it had
appeared. Dave was probably the only one who would notice. That is, if he were
paying attention. Right now he was trying to get John to stop dicking with the
radio.
As the ride progressed, you kept making small passes at John. Not verbally, no
because that wasn’t cool. Striders were smooth and liked to play things up.
With the windows down John’s hair was messier than normal. Yours was too,
though your hat definitely helped. Dave’s was styled in a way that even with
the wind it looked okay. John’s hair whipped this way and that. Your hand slid
into his hair, threading through it from his neck to the top of his head. John
just giggled in his mid-sentence, but didn’t seem to mind otherwise.
When you weren’t playing with his hair, you would drape your arm around his
shoulder. He still didn’t seem to care. After a moment of staying like that,
you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek. Finally he laughed and gave a small
nudge to your side; apparently you were disrupting his enthralling conversation
about why Nic Cage was the greatest actor ever. You looked over at Dave and
raised a brow; even if your glasses were in the way you knew he saw it. He just
rolled his eyes, you knew because he always tilted his head in the same
direction they rolled and he gave a small one shouldered shrug. It made you
chuckle a bit, but left John’s face alone.
Your thumb gently started rubbing John’s shoulder. Again he didn’t seem to
mind. When a song came on that had a nice beat you would gently tap it out on
his shoulder, dancing up and down his shoulder, sometimes brushing against his
neck. It earned you a small shiver as John lifted his shoulder to his neck as
if to rub the feeling away. His shoulder always fell back into place and the
motion went without comment.
The beach came up faster than you’d like, but didn’t show it. After all, once
you were really at the beach you would get to play a more active role of
seduction. It was a more secluded area and had public access. Not many people
knew about it though, so you were in luck. Today it seemed nobody was here. It
was a Tuesday afternoon you guess, but the schools should be out. Not that you
were complaining. After parking the car, you shut it off and got out, quickly
followed by John and Dave.
“Wow! This is so cool!” John took off his sandals and started running toward
the water.
“Dude, that’s gonna be hot on your fee—“ Dave was interrupted by John’s yowl.
He just rolled his eyes and walked after John, with his shoes in hand.
“OW! HOT HOT HOT HOT!” John bounced from foot to foot. “Just put them down!” He
shouted at Dave who was trying to help John by putting the left by his left
foot. After he was yelled at, he just dropped them and John quickly hopped on
them, not caring enough right then to actually put them off. “Dave! That hurt!
You could have warned me!”
You swear you hear a sniffle, but don’t say anything as Mr. Egbert pulls up and
gets out of his car. “Hey, can I put the fruit and drinks in your cooler?”
Every time you talk to him, he always seems a little taken back.
He always recovers quickly, but it’s kind of funny. “Certainly! Here, let me
get it.” Mr. Egbert easily pulled the chest out and set it in the sand near
your car.
After working your things into it, you nodded and bet to pick it up. “Ah, Ah,
Ah! I don’t think so Mr. Strider. I’ll get it. You can grab the beach towels
and such.” You roll your eyes, but let him do it. He gave you permission to go
in and out of his car as needed to carry things, so you went over to
investigate. All of his things were neatly in two bags. One was a backpack and
the other was a shopping bag from Kohl’s. That would be easy enough. You
grabbed the backpack and slung it over one shoulder then grabbed the Kohl’s
bag. After that you went to grab your things. You just had the Wal-Mart bag
with your chips, the beach toys, and another shopping bag with your and Dave’s
suits and towels.
Instead of grabbing them right away, you went to shut and lock up the cars. Not
like you really needed to since nobody else was here. Once that was done, you
grabbed your bags and followed after Mr. Egbert. He looked up and down the
beach and walked between two spots. Since he was wandering, you stopped and let
him do his thing. A quick glance around told you John had finally put his
sandals on and now the two were near the water’s edge.
“Perfect! Mr. Strider if you would give me the umbrella.” You turned your
attention back to Mr. Egbert and blinked.
“Umbrella?” You asked.
He looked up and tilted his head. “Yes. It should have been in the car.”
“I didn’t see one.”
“Hmm.. John! Did you pack the umbrella?” He turned to look at his son and best
friend. John froze, his leg in mid step into the water.
Slowly the younger Egbert turned to look at his dad, an apologetic smile on his
face. “I’m so sorry Dad! I think I left it on the bed next to Liv..” He pack
peddled out of a wave’s reach before looking at the ground.”
Mr. Egbert heaved a sigh, though it wasn’t a threatening one just an
exasperated one. He shook his head and put his hands on his hips. “I guess I
have to run back out to Wal-Mart.” For a second he looked to you, but shook his
head. You furrowed your brows, what was that about? “David, will you come with
me? I don’t want to pack up the car again. And I would rather somebody be with
you boys. “Ah, that’s what it was about.
That idea seemed perfect to you. It would give you time alone with John. Even
if Dave was ready to agree, you nodded. “Yeah, Dave. Go with Egbert to make
sure he doesn’t get lost.” He nodded and started up the beach to follow John’s
father. “Call if you get lost.” You couldn’t help a smirk since you knew Dave
would get them lost on purpose.
“John, listen to Mr. Strider while we’re gone!” John nodded to his father and
came up to stand next to you, waving them off.
***** Did Dad Just Do That? *****
Chapter Summary
     Dave gets popsicles for everybody and Mr. Egbert riles him up. Then
     they get lost!
Chapter Notes
     Ugh, ugh, ugh. There's no real good reason for this being so late.. /
     Sob.
     But anyways, thanks for the comments! I'm definitely continuing it! I
     just need to kick myself into gear and tell myself what I write is
     good enough for my dear readers.
     Anyways! I'm about half way done with the next chapter which is with
     Bro and John~ O:!
     So I hope that won't take nearly as long as it this little breaky
     thing was. Anyways! Thanks for reading and commenting and kudoing! I
     love you all.
     Hope how I wrote Dad in this chapter isn't totally like.. not Dad
     like? idk. Anyways, comments about anything are always welcome!
It was almost exactly like being with John. If Mr. Egbert wasn’t so damn
attractive to you, you might have been able to act like you normally do with
John. But you were, so all you could think to say was so off limits right now.
You had to ease into it. In the middle of whatever he was saying, you asked,
“can I get a popsicle?”
It took him a moment to return his confused look to his usual smile. “Of course
you can. Once we’re there, why don’t you go get four of them and I’ll go get
the umbrella.” He only took his eyes off the road for a second to look at you
before returning his gaze to the road.
The rest of the way, which wasn’t far, he was pretty quiet; neither of you
picking up the conversation from before your interruption. Since the silence
didn’t bother you, you let it settle over the car. The radio played some gentle
instrumental music quietly so it wasn’t total silence, but even without
conversation you didn’t think it felt awkward. In fact, it was pretty nice.
Whenever Bro settled into silence so quickly you felt awkward, like you always
had to be on your toes because he was planning to do something to you. It was
tiring being on edge all the time, which is why you liked the Egberts. They
made you feel like feelings and being relaxed is okay. By the time the car was
parked, you were more than relaxed.
“Alright, go get the popsicles and meet me in the beach section when you’re
done?” He locked the car and patted his pockets to double check and make sure
his wallet was there.
“Sure thing. Anything specific you want?” As you walked, he hummed in though.
No you didn’t watch how his lips pursed, how one side of his bottom lip seemed
to be pulled in a little further like he was chewing on the inside. Oh shit,
he’s talking.
“Actually, can you just get me an ice cream sandwich?” His smile was back and,
as always, it reached his eyes so they wrinkled a bit at the edges from use and
age. All you did was nod, give a wave, and separated once inside the store.
It didn’t take long for you to get everybody else’s popsicles. An orange push-
pop for Bro, strawberry shortcake for John, ice cream sandwich for Dad, but you
didn’t know what would work for what you wanted to do. After deciding you were
taking too long, you just grabbed a green otter-pop type one. Half of you hoped
it would be apple, the other half knew it would be lime. You would always
prefer apple, but because these things are never apple, you learned to
appreciate the lime.
When you met up with dad, he smiled and picked between two umbrellas he seemed
to be unsure between. “Welcome back. Let’s get going before Bro and John’s
popsicles melt.” He rested a hand between your shoulders blades and led you
toward the registers. Soon enough you were back in the car, air on to hopefully
give the popsicles more time.
“You can eat yours, David.” You learned early on after being introduced to Mr.
Egbert that he figured Dave was short for David. It didn’t bother you and you
never corrected him, but it was kind of funny. You’d only brought it up to John
once and you both laughed about it.
As you picked yours out, you also handed him the ice cream sandwich. At a stop
light, he unwrapped the top half of the sandwich and bit into it. Without being
told or asked, you gently took the trash from him. He gave a “thank you” before
turning his attention back to the road and his ice cream. For the most part he
just ate it like normal, but he would also lick up between the two sides now
and again. God that tongue and all the places you’d rather have it.
Mr. Egbert glanced at you once before you realized he could probably tell you
were staring. Quickly, you put the top of the popsicle in your mouth, bit down,
and ripped off the plastic at the top. A small disapproving sigh sounded,
almost unheard over the air conditioner; still you sucked the bit of popsicle
out of the bitten top – lime – and threw the plastic into the bag. About half
way down the popsicle, you bent it enough to break it and pushed the first part
up so you could suck on it.
“David, I hope you don’t do that often. It’s bad for your teeth.” The elder
scolded gently, but otherwise didn’t push the subject. Even when you didn’t
answer, he continued to lick and bite his own ice cream.
At first you were behaving, just eating it like normal. Even before this idea
you used to suck the flavor out of the ice and then bite the now unflavored
piece off. Once Mr. Egbert tore off more of his wrapper, you took it again. In
the middle of grabbing the trash, you licked up the side more sensually than
necessary for a popsicle. Since you had his attention, you slowly licked and
sucked at the popsicle. A few “mmm”s passed your lips, if he asked it was
because it was so good in this heat. In actuality it was to hopefully get a
rise out of the man. Get it. A rise? Like his co—
“Is that apple or lime?” In mid suck, you looked over at him. The question was
sudden, so you bit the piece off and chewed it for a second before swallowing
it.
“Lime.”
“That’s unfortunate.” He smiled gently and looked at you. He was doing that lip
thing again, chewing on the inside as he thought about something.
You just went back to sucking on your popsicle. “Want a taste? Lime’s not bad.”
Before he could really say yes or no, you pushed a new part of the popsicle up
and held it out for him. It seemed he didn’t mind the offer. In fact he almost
seemed proud you were offering to share. Sharing is caring, after all.
He waited a moment since there was another stop light ahead. Once the car was
stopped, he gently wrapped his hand around yours, keeping it steady. With a kid
like John, he was probably used to getting something shoved in his face when
offered. Yeah, that was it. The way he licked and sucked on the piece made you
shift in your seat a little. He’d closed his eyes and the way he pulled his
head up made you gasp and sigh at the same time. He couldn’t be doing that on
accident, but you doubted he would do something like that on purpose.
The noise you let out didn’t go unnoticed and he opened his eyes to look at
you. Quick on your toes as always, you told him the light was green. “Thank you
David, you’re right the lime is good.” He let go of your hand and turned his
attention back to the road, driving again.
For a few minutes you were quiet, eating your popsicle like normal, though
quickly. Mr. Egbert finished his cold treat before meeting you half way to pass
the trash. Now that you both were done, you didn’t know what to do. Him trying
your popsicle like that wasn’t something you thought he would do and now you
were shaken up. Not blatantly, but you definitely had to shift in your seat a
few more times before you got comfortable.
“If you turn up here, there’s a short cut.” You pointed to the next
intersection finger angling to the right a bit, glancing at him from behind
your shades. His smile didn’t waiver as he looked back to make sure he could
get over. Mr. Egbert was a very trusting man and it definitely made things
easier for you.
For a few roads you lead him this way and that. When you weren’t giving
directions, Mr. Egbert took it upon himself to fill the car with his gentle
humming. A few words would slip from hums before he fell back into the humming.
As he hummed, he tapped out with the instruments playing through the speakers.
The song didn’t have words, yet Mr. Egbert seemed to be singing his own song to
the tune. A smile pulled at your lips before you looked back out the front
window.
“Shit!” You swore, putting on a show.
“David!” He sounded taken back, brows furrowed in a way that told you he was
getting ready to give you a stern talking to.
Before he could get into his speech about how swearing isn’t allowed in his car
and yada-yada, you cut him off. “I took us the wrong way. I’m sorry Mr.
Egbert.” You poured as much sincerity as you could into your words without
sounding obvious about the ruse – which was more emotion than normal, but still
pretty deadpan.
For a moment, Mr. Egbert didn’t talk. He seemed kind of confused, but soon they
were in a slightly deserted parking lot. “Do you know the way back from here?”
You shook your head and looked around. It was true; you really had no idea
where you were. Getting lost was an easy task when you didn’t know where you
were already. “Well,” broke you from your thoughts, “how about you call your
brother and I’ll see if I can get the cars GPS to work. How does that sound?”
You nodded and pulled out your phone.
The phone rang twice before it was thrown into voice mail. The dick ignored
your call! Though you were pissed, you only sighed and hung up before the tone.
“He didn’t answer. Maybe John an’ him are in the water?” You offer, though you
know that’s not the case.
Mr. Egbert gave a nod, though seemed to be focused on the GPS. You slumped back
and got comfortable. The only car technology you knew anything about was Bro’s,
and his truck was such a junker that anything that you knew about it wouldn’t
help right now. If your brother had just answered the phone, you might not be
in this situation. But then again, it was giving each of you more time with the
Egberts.
Alone.
***** Magic Fingers *****
Chapter Summary
     John gets changed. He's got magic fingers and something bothering
     him!
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for all the comments! <3
     This chapter's a bit longer, and.. I don't think a whole lot
     happens..
     Well.. Sorta. xD;
     Anyways! Enjoy!
Once they were gone, John turned to you. “So! Bro. Where are we going to change
into our suits?”
“Hmm…” You glanced around again, seeing that there were no tents or buildings
for changing. “There are a few porta-johns over there.” He wrinkled his nose
when you used ‘john’ instead of ‘potty’, not that you could blame him. For a
second his eyes followed your pointing finger to one of the stations with two
stalls.
“Hell no. Those things always smell like Satan’s asshole.” John wrinkled his
nose again as if remembering the smell from the last time he used one.
You laughed quietly at the sudden cursing. Maybe he always cursed when his dad
wasn’t around. Mr. Egbert did seem like a “no swearing in my house” kind of
guy. “Okay, then change here. I don’t mind.”
He hesitated, looking you over as if trying to figure out if you were being
serious or not. “Are you changing too?” He asked. Even if you answered no, he
bent over to dig through the Kohl’s bag. He pulled out a pair of dark blue
trunks that had swirls of white, black, and a lighter blue.
“I don’t have any trunks. I thought I’d just go naked.” You take off your hat
and drop it on the bag with the chips. You crossed your hands at the wrists and
grabbed the bottom of your shirt. With a swift pull you pulled shirt off and
dropped your hands, shirt now in your left hand. With your right hand you
adjusted your glasses that got a little messed up. John didn’t try and hide
that he was looking you up and down, and you didn’t mind.
After he got his eyeful – his eyes lingering on your jewelry clad nipples
longer than anything else – he looked back up to you. “You have trunks.” He
said matter-of-factly. “Dave said you debated over trunks for forty-two minutes
before you finally picked a pair.”
You smirked and raised a brow. “Oh? Stalking me through my innocent baby
brother are we, Li’l ‘Bert?” John’s cheeks turned bright red as soon as you
said the word ‘stalking’. He started to stutter and try to defend himself, but
you waved him off. “You changing or not?”
“Just right here? In the open? In front of you?” He asked, each question added
on to the first like he was trying to make some point.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I need to avert my virgin eyes, for they have never seen a
weenie?” You shot back at him with a smirk. “Good call, Li’l Bert. I was almost
dirtied and then I’d never be able to wed. Thank you ki—” You planned on
continuing just to annoying him, but he cut you off before you could even
finish your sentence.
“God! Okay, okay! Just shut up. Jesus, you’re almost as bad as Dave!” He gave
you a pout, but otherwise went to get his swim trunks from the Kohl’s bag.
Though you didn’t like being compared to your kid brother – Dave wanted to be
like you, not the other way around – you let it slide. Instead you walked up
beside him and dug out a towel. “I’ll make you a curtain.” You stood up
straight and grabbed the corners of the towel, letting it unfold without
letting it go. He looked at you rather confused, but stood up with his trunks.
When he just stood there, you gave an overly dramatic sigh. “C’mere.” He
shuffled closer, but still looked confused. You closed the distance and lifted
the towel over his head before lowering your arms and the towel.
Now the two of you were less than a foot apart, John’s eyes grew wider and a
blush dusted his cheeks. Besides a normal reaction to a Dirk Strider being in
your space, he didn’t pull away which was a good sign. Your smirk grew when he
looked away from your eyes and down to his feet. You wondered how he could
stare straight into your eyes, yet not because of your shades. Before you could
get carried away with your thoughts, he looked back up at you.
“Well, this is.. very nice of you.” He looked back and forth between one side
of your shades and the other.
You could only smirk and give a small upward nod. “Better hurry, don’t want
your daddy to see you naked out in the open like this.” His face only burned
brighter and you couldn’t hold back the laughter that spilled from your lips.
John looked totally surprised, but started to grin and gave a laugh of his own.
If the sound wasn’t music to your ears, you would have laughed harder because
it was contagious.
Once your laughing stopped, his only lingered a little longer before it stopped
as well. He nodded and lifted his trunks to his mouth, biting on whatever part
he put between his teeth to free his hands. You lifted your head to look out
toward the parking lot. His eyes would flick up to you every few seconds. After
about the seventh time, he decided you weren’t looking. With quick, jerky
movements he undid his pants and pushed them down, quickly followed by his
black boxer briefs.
Of course you weren’t watching the fucking parking lot. Since he still had his
shirt on, you looked over his naked lower half. Instead of starting at the
prize, you started at his feet and trailed upward. Man he was going to be a
bear when he got older. When Mr. Egbert gets back you plan on gauging how bad
John would get. You look up passed his crotch to see that it looked like he
might have a happy trail hiding under his shirt. Your eyes drop down to his
groin and gave a grunt of approval; half on purpose, half not. John definitely
wasn’t small in any sense of the word, but he wasn’t too big to make things
awkward for your pride. He was a bit thicker than you, but your pride decided
you were a bit longer; maybe half an inch or so. Not that you were measuring or
anything. He wasn’t circumcised, which surprised you a little. Then again, Mr.
Egbert didn’t seem like the type to be circumcised either, you’d have to ask
Dave later. If he even gets that far.
A gasp of embarrassment sounded, and you glanced up to John’s blue eyes and red
face. Oops, seems like you weren’t doing a good job of keeping your head up. At
some point you’d tilted it down again. He tried to get his trunks on as fast as
he could after opening his mouth to drop them into one of his hands. Instead of
being embarrassed about being caught, you smirked and your tongue flicked over
your lips.
John had been in the process of putting his leg in the hole when he caught the
action; he fumbled and somehow got his foot caught from the mini short circuit
that happened in his head. He lost his balance and tumbled forward, going face
first into your chest.
You chuckled and brought your hands to rest on his sides, stabling him. “Well
hello there John. Is everything okay?” You feigned concern and innocence, since
you knew he was fine. If anything he was probably a little more than
embarrassed.
Instead of answering out loud, he nodded against you and fixed his trunks
before pulling them on. You felt him slump forward after he was done. “I’m just
going to die of embarrassment now, ‘kay? Tell my dad I love him and tell Dave
he can’t have anything in my room.” He was muffled by your chest, but you
didn’t care. Whatever he was saying didn’t really matter.
While he continued to babble on about something or other, you let your hands
rest on his hips, thumbs gently sliding under the hem of his shirt. Since he
still continued to babble, you pushed a little higher. Now your thumbs rested
on his bare skin. There was a small pause in his sentence, but nothing more so
you gently started to rub the skin with your thumbs. This time you felt a hitch
in his breath. The hot air ghosted across your collar bone.
Finally John started to pull away, but it wasn’t in a way that said he wanted
you to stop. No, he just wanted to be able to look up at you. You got lost in
those wide, curious eyes. There was something you couldn’t identify in his eyes
as well, but you didn’t think about it much before deciding to say something.
“You should probably take off your shirt if you want to play.” You paused
before adding, “in the ocean.” Your voice was lower than normal, just enough so
that John should be able to pick up the implication. You slid your hands higher
this time, gentling pulling the shirt with them.
Before you could get it much higher than his belly button, which did reveal a
happy trail, he shoved both his shirt and your hands down again. “I don’t
really want to go in yet…” His sentence trailed off with an emotion you didn’t
really recognize. “I should probably wait for dad you get back, ya know.
Supervision and stuff.” You raised a brow, even if he couldn’t see it. “I think
he’s got the sun screen anyways! Don’t wanna get burned or anything!” He
laughed, obviously bothered by something. Whether it was what you did or not
you had absolutely no fucking idea.
“Uh. I have sunscreen we could use, and I am an adult believe it or not.” That
got a chuckle from him, even if it sounded a little strained to you. He didn’t
push it though and instead started to back away for real. “You’re not gonna
tell me the real issue are you?” You narrowed your eyes behind your glasses,
you were just curious more than anything else.
John shook his head and then quickly bounced back, spinning around to go dig in
the ice chest. “You want anything to snack on while we wait? Dad packed some
stu—Oh my god. There’s Mountain Dew in here. Did you get this? Can I have one?”
The conversation felt forced. Up until he saw the Dew in there. It bothered you
that he wouldn’t tell you, not like you had the right to be bothered or
anything. You weren’t his best bro, you were just his best bro’s creepy older
brother that keeps hitting on him. Though, you did have to admit his total 360
was cute in a John-Egbert-Is-A-Total-Dork kind of way.
“Sure. Got ‘em for you an’ Dave anyways.” Your accent slipped through a bit,
but you didn’t care. In a way it was your way of pouting since he wouldn’t tell
you.
Since he was changed and distracted by the ice chest, you laid down the towel
and plopped on it. “Hey, put some sunscreen on my back?” It wasn’t really a
question as much as it was an invitation, but you worded it like one.
You glanced over your shoulder to see him look over at you, two cans in his
hands. “Sure! Hang on.” With a quick grin, he picked what you assumed was the
colder can and opened it. “Where’s the sunscreen?” He downed at least half of
the can. When he was looking again, you pointed toward your bags.
Apparently whatever had been bothering him before wasn’t bothering him anymore.
John walked over to the bags. You rolled over onto your stomach and waited for
him. You watched his shadow shift from spot to spot when he stood next to you.
He obviously didn’t know where to sit to put it on. Which you took as a good
sign for you, since if he wasn’t thinking about you in any way other than
Dave’s brother, he would have just plopped down at your side and did it real
quick. But he didn’t. Instead you get the entertainment of watching him fidget
and find a spot.
“Jesus Christ, just sit down on my back.” You reached over to tug his leg a
bit. He stumbled forward and finally sat down. You shifted a little under his
weight, happy that he did exactly what you said to. You felt John shift on your
back, settling for straddling your lower back with as little weight as he could
on you. With a smirk, which you hid in the crook of your arm, you lifted your
back into his crotch. “Just sit down, you’re not going to fucking squish me.”
He struggled with himself before finally relaxing a little, his weight gently
pushing you back down into the towel. Once you both were content with the
position, you heard him clear his throat. Then there was the sound of the
bottle opening, followed by a bit of “lewd” noises as he rubbed the lotion in
his hands. Aw, wasn’t that nice of him. He was warming it up before rubbing his
hands along your shoulders. Even though he warmed it up, it was still cold on
your skin and you shivered.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, gently giving your shoulders a squeeze before rubbing up
into your shoulders.
It was like he was trying to give you a massage instead of just put lotion on
your back. Not that you minded. In fact, when John’s long fingers trailed down
your back and then kneaded his way back up, you gave out a pleasured groan. His
hands froze, when you didn’t move he relaxed and continued his actions. Slowly
he moved his hands lower, stopping only to get some more sun screen. Now and
then he would put the butt of his palm on either side of your spine. He would
pause, wait for you to take a breath and then pushed down gently when you
exhaled. The first time you let out a grunt, having not expected the weight.
Your back didn’t crack. The second time you caught him preparing and when he
put his weight down, you exhaled more air and relaxed. Your spine cracked a few
times and this time you let out a low moan. Boy did he have talented hands.
When he got to your lower back, he scooted down onto your butt and did similar
things as he did with your upper back. Once that was done, he leaned up and
started rubbing some on the backs of your arms. By this point you were
blissfully relaxed and didn’t want to sit up so he could properly do your arms
and maybe even your legs and chest. Right when he was pulling away, you opened
your mouth to thank him.
Only to be interrupted by an annoying buzzing in your pocket. You huffed and
sat up since John had gotten up as soon as he felt the buzz on his leg near
your phone. When you pulled it out you saw it was Dave and narrowed your eyes.
Fuck him, you were so ready for a nap when he interrupted. Little prick. You
sent the call to voice mail and sighed.
“Thanks John. That felt awesome. Ever think about getting into massage school
or something? Your fingers work wonders.” You rolled out your shoulders and
rubbed one. He laughed and shook his head before smiling out at the sea,
seeming to be distracted by his own head.
While he was of in Johnny Land, you picked up the sun screen and rubbed it on
your chest and stomach, then your arms, and finally your legs. You got on your
knees and crawled over to John, sun screen in hand. Once you were close enough,
you warmed up a bit in your hands and started lathering up John’s leg.
He yelped and started to jump away, confused and startled. “W-what are you
doing?” His eyes were wide, but quickly he relaxed as he saw you kneeling with
your hands still in a position that looked like they’d just been rubbing sun
screen on his legs, which they had. Quickly putting two and two together, he
laughed and relaxed completely. You didn’t move, so he rolled his eyes and
stepped back into place, leg in your hands. You gave him a quick smile before
finishing his rub down. You tried to recreate what he had done to your back,
but you don’t think you were doing as good a job as he had. He did give gentle
groans now and then when you rubbed a certain way.
When you finished, he smiled. “Thanks, Bro! Now I don’t have to do it.” He
laughed and you nodded. Then you started to stand, one hand slipping under his
shirt. John froze, mouth closing and blue eyes zipping to yours. He was doing
that thing where he stared into your eyes without being able to.
You stopped, but left your hand there. Now that you were standing you watched
John’s face, a frown tugging at your lips. Why was he so against taking off his
shirt? It was stupid. He was beautiful and you knew it. He sighed before you
could ask. Instead of really pulling away, he turned so his back was to you.
You raised a brow, though he really couldn’t see it now. He must have known
because then he tugged up his shirt.
Slowly, inch after inch of naturally tanned skin was revealed and you sighed
happily. Your hand had been moved to his hip when John turned, so you gave it a
gentle squeeze. When he finally pulled the shirt off completely, you stepped
closer and leaned in to tuck your head into his neck. You didn’t want to scare
him off though, so you didn’t touch him quiet yet. It did give you the chance
to inhale his scent. It was pure Egbert. He smelled like Old Spice, but because
of his shampoo it had a hint of pomegranate. It was intoxicating.
Just as he tilted his head, you pulled away. “Perfect,” it was so quiet, he
hadn’t heard you.
John did know you said something though, so he turned his head. “What?” He
raised a brow and blinked at you.
“Oh, nothing. I’ll put some sun screen on you before you burn.” You teased him,
and did just that.
He was still a little confused, like he knew it wasn’t just “nothing”. You
didn’t take your time like he had, and soon he was all sun screened up. John
insisted on doing his front and arms. But you did his left as he got his right.
It was totally worth the pout he directed at you. All you did was flash a smirk
and give a “heh”. John seemed to forgive you and smiled happily when you walked
back toward the ice chest instead of out to the water.
When you turned from putting down the sunscreen, he was already splashing into
the water. John didn’t seem to care about “supervision and stuff” anymore; what
a nerd. Before you went to dig in for your own trunks, you shot Dave a quick
text.
TT: We’re all good here. Hurry back.
Instead of leaving then, you sighed and sent him another text with the address,
just in case. Dave’s iPhone had GPS, if the little shit couldn’t figure it out
he could stay lost.
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