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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Dirk_Strider, John_Egbert/Dave_Strider, Jake_English/Dirk
      Strider
  Character:
      Striders_-_Character, John_Egbert, Dave_Strider, Dirk_Strider, Beta_Dave
      Strider, Alpha_Dirk_Strider, Jake_English, Jane_Crocker, Roxy_Lalonde
  Additional Tags:
      Twincest, Anal, Blow_Jobs, sex_in_general, Gay_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-16 Updated: 2014-03-25 Chapters: 11/? Words: 25669
****** Secrets Turned into Lifestyles ******
by hugsaregr8
Summary
     The Strider twins can pretty much have anything they want, and it
     seems one of them wants the other a little more than they expected.
***** Chapter 1 *****
===> Be Dirk.
“Jesus fuck...” You moaned into Dave’s mouth, his hips rolling harsh and
painfully against yours. “Don’t stop... don’t you fucking ever stop Dave...”
You hissed as quietly as you could, his fingers coming up to yank at your your
blonde hair and scratch at your scalp. You felt his lips press to yours again,
harsh and sloppy even though you knew he was out of breath just like you were.
Your hands clutch his moving hips to urge him to keep grinding against you the
best he could while straddling you, and his teeth are biting at your neck as
his fingers continue to pull at your hair as if to hold your head in place.
Your hand runs up the side of his shirt, nails sinking in as Dave continues to
ride your lap and fuck if it wasn’t for all these clothes in the way you could-
There was a knock at your door, and Dave quickly climbed off your lap to lay
himself on the bed on his stomach, legs laying over yours to hide your boner
from the view of the door. He took out his PSP from under the pillow and you
pretended like you were looking through the nearest book next to you. You guys
already had your positions planned and it was finished in under 3 seconds,
breath caught and cheeks no longer flushed. Well, you could still see a little
tint of red on the tips of Dave’s ears, but nothing big. It makes you smile to
yourself though.
“Come in.” The both of you say simultaneously, and the door cracks open and
your mother’s head pops in.
Everyone who is a Strider is beautiful.
Everyone.
Like, just automatically having that last name makes you gorgeous. Your mother
didn’t have an ounce of Strider blood in her system, but she was still
beautiful. (Well, your dad would always joke with his guy friends about how she
was “Strider by injection”, but that was just your dad showing off for scoring
such a babe.)
She wasn’t one of those sexy, busty, bootylicious, 10 pounds of make up wearing
kind of pretty, she was just... pretty.
Her hair wasn’t golden, it a subtle dirty blonde that flowed from her forehead
just perfectly, her brown eyes perfectly round with eyelashes that fluttered up
just naturally and you know some girls must just look at them and groan with
jealousy. You could just tell her lips were soft just by looking at them, a
beauty mark just above the right corner of her mouth, (one that you and Dave
also shared) and her nose just the right kind of perky. Her body seemed to look
nice in anything, although she wasn’t model thin, she was healthy with a little
extra meat on her thighs and arms, and she knew there was nothing wrong with
that.
“Dirk, Dave, sweetie, me and your father are going out to dinner, there is
leftover pizza in the oven, alright?” Your mother smiles, and she has a slight
gap in her that could only make her look more perfect, and both you and Dave
nod your head.
“Alright.” Dave replies vocally for the two of you, and she blows you both a
kiss and closes the door, the sound of her heels tapping against the wood of
the floor fading away until it completely drowns out.
Both of yours and Dave’s fist shoot up into a fist bump, snickering as you guys
do.
This was both of you guy’s first time doing anything boner popping related with
your parents home, and you both are just relieved you didn’t get caught.
Normally, you and Dave wouldn’t even think of doing shit like this with anyone
around, because you both know how fucked up this is, seeing how you guys are
twins and shit, but normally your parents are never home, so you guys can deal.
For the past few weeks your parents have been home 24/7, seeing as they want
‘family bonding time’ and think that the reason why you and Dave never ‘bond’
anymore is because the family isn’t together.
If they only knew, right?
Anyways, this isn’t something new to you and Dave, your parents to this at
least twice a year, and then go back to their old habits (your parents are kind
of ditzy) and are home maybe 17 hours a week. Both you and Dave know it’s
because of work, and they are doing the best they can to give you and Dave the
best life, and yeah it use to kind bother you guys but now, it’s almost
convenient, and annoying whenever they are home. But, they do take a lot of
time for themselves. Such as now, going out to dinner just the two of them.
That’s harmless, sounds like something parents do all the time, but normally
it’s random two week trips to hawaii, or going to the cabins they rented with
some friends out in who knows where, or going on a month long cruise. (Money
has never really been an issue for you guys, you guess you would be considered
rich, but that’s just because your parents do work their butts off)
Even when they weren’t home before you and Dave started any of this, it didn’t
really matter. You and Dave knew how to take care of yourselves, and you both
got use to your parents never being home when you guys were 7. After that, it
was just a normal thing and were both very grateful that you had two parents
who truly did love you both and each other and was able to keep a roof over
your head, food in your stomach and clothes on your ass. You knew your
situation was different than a lot of kids and it never really bothered you and
Dave since you both did like your privacy anyways. Your parents were good, hard
working people that meant no harm.
 
So, if you thought this story was going to be about two twins just trying to
get their parents attention, and the reason why they turn into such horndogs is
because their parents are never around, then you are sadly mistaken.
Dave sits back up so he is leaning his back against the wall next to you,
giving the corner of your mouth a few pecks before stealing one right on your
lips.
“Not going to be home tomorrow.” He mumbles against your cheek, lips trailing
down to your neck.
“Oh yeah?” You reply, swallowing a little as his lips turn into teeth.
“Me and Egbert gota work on Mr.Hussie’s art project.” He mumbles again, and you
both hear the front door close, signalling that your parents have left.
“Yeah, I’ll probably just chill with English.” You lie, knowing he’s probably
going to be out with Jane, but whatever, Dave doesn’t need to know that you are
probably just going to be working on tricking out your new motorcycle helmet
while he is out having a life.
Dave has always been the more social one out of the both of you, like he
actually enjoyed his ‘popularity’ that you both seem to share. You on the other
hand, didn’t really take much mind to it, it was good to have but never so
useful. It just helped you get by and not feel like a total loser, even though
you always stuck with the same three friends, ones that you have been slipping
away from ever since you and Dave have gotten ‘close’.
“‘Kay.” He replies, adjusting himself in your lap again and slides of your
shades, and his too, and you guys are back where you left off.
***** Chapter 2 *****
===> Dirk: Wake up expecting to see your twin.
You slowly open your eyes, expecting to either see Dave’s bed on the other side
of the room with Dave in it, or Dave curled up next to you in your own bed. You
were really expecting to see the first of the two since your parents were
probably still home, but instead you saw Dave’s red sheets messily pushed away
to the corner of his bed, and that was it.
Did he really get up and leave to John’s this early? And without a goodbye kiss
either...
You shake your head and and reach over for your shades, slipping them on and
you check the time real quick, 1:47 blinking in the corner of your shade’s
screen and you didn’t realize you slept in that late.
You glance around your room, hoping to find any signs that Dave hasn’t left
just yet, but there isn’t any. His shoes aren’t in their normal spot, and his
shades aren’t on the table and his brush is thrown lazily on the floor,
probably indicating that Dave was in some kind of hurry. Your orange jacket
isn’t in its normal spot however, its not there at all actually, and you
figured Dave probably took it either on mistake in a rush, or on purpose to be
‘cute’. Either way, signs were showing that he wasn’t here.
Your mind works in a weird ways you suppose, no one has ever really noticed how
you put certain pieces together except for Dave. Now that you think about it,
Dave does notice a lot about you. You can come up with a million reasons why
something is there, and why it shouldn’t be there, and why it was ever
somewhere in the first place. Dave said it’s one of the reasons why you must be
such a nerd when it comes to robotics.
Sliding out of bed, you slide on a pair of jeans, wondering off to the kitchen.
For some reason you hope Dave is in the kitchen making you bacon or something,
since you are really upset you didn’t get a good bye kiss and that he’s going
to hang out with John for probably the rest of the day, but sadly there in no
one in the kitchen.
You pull out a carton of orange juice, drink straight from the carton because
that’s what people do when no one is around, and throw in a waffle into the
toaster.
Your check your chumhandle real quick on your shades, and it seems Jake has
already tried to get in touch with you.
Jake English.
Hah, you have a lot of history with that guy. We can save that for later, for
now, let’s just say that you guys are friends. The best of friends. The bestest
of friends in all of ever. The closest bros anyone can ever find. Amigos. Pals.
Just friends.
GT: Strider!
GT: Wakey wakey!
GT: Hello??
GT: You cant be seriously asleep at this hour!
GT: I guess you are...
GT: Well pester me when you get the chance!
GT: The gals want to go see a movie with us!
You really don’t feel like going out. You kind of just want to sit at home, eat
your waffle, work on your helmet and wait for Dave to come home, but you
haven’t been out in a while so it may be for the best. And you have
But then again, socializing seems like a lot of work to do at the moment....
Something flashes at you from inside of your shades, and you see someone else
is trying to pester you.
TG: yo sleeping beauty
TT: Sup.
TG: okay cool so
TG: might not be coming home till about elevenish
TT: 11-ish?
TT: Damn, what are you and Egbert going to be doing for that long?
TT: Are you guys secretly going on a panty raid or something?
TT: Do you guys secretly fight crime, trying to keep evil off the streets in
tight spandex that make you ich in places you shouldn’t?
TG: i told you man
TG: art project
TG: this shit is a big part of our grade man
TG: gota be serious
TG: i mean im always serious
TG: kind of
TG: but this needs to be like
TG: legit serious
TG: i gota be a sorry your baby just died kind of serious
TG: not a finn and jake kind of serious
TG: cause we all know how serious some of the shit they bring up on that tv
show is
TG: but they blow it off like its not so serious
TG: so yeah i cant be that kind of serious
TT: Yeah, yeah I get it.
TT: Serious, totally.
TT: If you are in the middle of being so ‘serious’, why are you pestering me
then?
TG: just making sure you arent sitting around the house all by yourself crying
into a bowl of ben and jerrys midnightsnack flavored ice cream all day waiting
for me to come home
TG: do something
TT: I said I was going to see in Jake was free.
TG: and is he
TT: Well,
TT: yeah.
TG: great so you are going to chill with him
TT: I don’t know.
TT: Maybe.
TG: dude seriously
TG: go chill with english
TT: I have stuff to do.
TT: Like work on my helmet.
TT: I’m trying to get it to work like my shades, maybe add a music system in
there.
TT: It’s going to be hella sweet.
TG: dirk seriously
TG: you need to get out of the house
TT: I do what I want.
TT: Besides, I thought you didn’t like Jake?
TG: i dont
TG: but i know you guys hang and shit
TG: so if he will help you get out every once in a while then whatever
TG: it doesnt matter if i like him hes your friend
TT: Okay, maybe I’ll hang out with him.
TT: But only because I want to.
TT: It’s not because you told me to or anything.
TT: Baka.
TG: alright cool
TG: so ill see you around elevenish
TT: Right, right.
TT: Later.
You sign off before he can say anything else, and groan loud and dramatically
to yourself and throw your head back, the toaster popping with your food at the
same time.
You pout to yourself as you spread butter on your waffle, taking it as it was
and shoving the buttered carb into your mouth, chomping into it as you make
your way back to your room.
You send a quick pester to Jake about the movie, that apparently starts at 4:30
which means you should start getting ready soon, and that him and the gang are
excited you get to come since you have been so distant lately.
It’s not that you are doing it on purpose, the whole being distant thing, it’s
just you much rather spend your time with Dave. And after the whole thing that
you aren’t going to get into right now with your good-friend Jake, it kind of
made you feel uncomfortable to hang around him at first. But, of course you are
over that unsettling feeling, just now you are already in the habit of hanging
out with Dave.
You decide to take a shower, which means you have to get in now if you want to
get your hair to look decent by the time the movie starts, so you shift around
yours and dave’s room to find some clothes.
It’s quite obvious who’s side of the room is who’s. Your side being on the
left, is a bit more messy and filled with books and tools and robot parts, and
finished robots of the sort, with a few puppets you sow together every once in
a while scattered on the floor. Dave’s side on the right is a lot cleaner, with
his art and photos hanging up on the walls, his camera on display along with
his shelf of dead things he likes to keep out in the open as well for some
strange reason you will never understand.
You remember how excited you would always get when you would find something
dead outside, and would rush inside to show it to Dave, who would also get
equally excited. You never liked dead things like Dave does, but just knowing
how much Dave had been wanting to make his collection grow, it made it totally
worth picking up that decapitated dead lizard just to see Dave that happy.
After settling with just a black tanktop, and a pair of jeans, you decide
you’ll snag one of Dave’s jacket when you leave and pick out a few studs to
exchange the ones you already have in. You have a few piercings, three in your
left ear, five in your right, your left cartilage, your lip, and tongue. Dave
isn’t the biggest fan of them, and the only thing he had the balls to pierce
was his right ear. You’ve always likes how it looked on you, not really giving
a damn if anyone else thought it made you look weird, and have been planing on
getting your eyebrow done and maybe you somewhere on your nose.
Standing in the mirror of your bathroom now, letting the shower warm up, you
exchange a few of the metal in your ears for darker black ones, exchanging the
clear retainer in your lip to keep it from closing with a ring. After the metal
in your face is situated, you strip and step in the shower, managing your time.
The shower being the place you do most of your thinking, since you have nothing
else better to do besides scratch your fingers into your scalp while
shampooing, you eventually realize that John doesn’t take an art class.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
===> Dave: Walk home from John’s house.
Popping up your hood a little more to protect the back of your neck from the
sharp strikes of the cold wind, you take your phone out again to check the
time, and decided to send Dirk a quick pester.
TG: yo you back yet
TT: Heading home now, why?
TG: whoa really
TG: you stayed out for that long
TG: without me
TG: im so proud
TG: im actually shedding a proud tear holyshit
TG: hold on i need a moment
TG: okay moment over
TT: Yes, big shocker, I actually managed in a social situation without blowing
chunks, big woot.
TT: How did the art project go?
TG: so serious man
TG: you wouldnt even begin to comprehend
TG: me and egbert got so much shit done
TG: hes just gota touch some shit up and this a+++++ will be right in our laps
TG: just begging to be stroked like one of those evil guys do with their cats
when they are waiting for the good guy to show up to their headquarters
TG: all like
TG: ive been expecting you
TG: cue evil laugh
TT: Seems pretty serious.
TT: You home yet?
TG: no im still walking
TT: I can come pick you up, where are you?
TG: passing by that gas station near the BK
TT: With that hispanic dude that runs the place?
TG: yeah but not the guy with the weird mustache
TG: the one with the lazy eye
TT: Gotcha.
TT: Stay put, I’ll be there in a sec.
TT: Don’t talk to strangers.
TT: And don’t take their candy.
TT: It’s never as good as they say it is.
TT: Trust me.
Dirk signed off before you could say anything else, something he has been doing
a lot lately, but then again he must be on his bike so he can’t really talk.
You wait by the curb, and settle your ass down on it while you wait. You could
easily walk the rest of the way, it’s not that far, but sitting behind Dirk and
being forced to be pressed against him as you guys zoom pass other cars sounds
sweet as hell right now.
You wonder if Dirk actually went to the movies today with Jake and the gang,
which you really hope he did since he has been really clingy lately. You tell
yourself that it’s just because your parents have been home more often lately,
and that he is just lacking some Dave in his life, which is a totally
reasonable excuse since you are kind of a big deal. But, then again, something
is telling you that may not be the case.
Though, you also really don’t like it when Dirk hangs out with Jake. You think
Roxy and Jane are pretty chilled, they are good people with good intentions, no
matter how annoying Roxy may get. But, you can’t help but think Jake is some
enormous tool, despite how many times Drik tries to convince you that he’s
nothing but a awkward dork.
Yes, it is time to get into that story the other guy was saving for later.
That day back in both yours and Dirk’s freshman year is one you don’t think you
will ever forget. You had just come home from school, really pissed off Dirk
had walked home without waiting for you, so you had to walk home with your so
called ‘friends’ talking your ear off the whole way without him, and it was
hot, and you were sweaty and annoyed and just in a shitty mood.
After you had got your apple juice to help cool off, you barged into both of
your rooms ready to yell at Dirk when you saw him crying.
Striders don’t cry. That is just a thing that doesn’t happen. Not even your
mother. And if any of you were going to cry, you admit, it would probably be
you since you could be a bit of an emotional little shit sometimes. But
definitely not Dirk.
Dirk was covering his face, and you dropped your bag when he started cursing at
you to get out but you just sat next to him. You watched as he cried, and he
was mumbling shit to you that you couldn’t even begin to understand through his
tears, and he just sniffled and sobbed, not looking up at you from his hands as
you just sat there.
When he was done, he rested his head in your lap, and closed his puffy eyes as
he tried to get some rest, and you couldn’t help but wipe off his wet cheek.
From listening to him mumble through his sobbing, you had pieced together that
Jake, his current crush that he had told you about a few times, was a total
asshole to him.
Apparently sometime after school, he thought it would be funny to bring up how
amazing it would be if Dirk was a girl in front of everyone. He thought it
would be fucking hilarious if he told Dirk that if he didn’t have a dick
dangling between his thighs that Jake would be head over heels for him. He
thought it would be a fucking knee slapper to tell Dirk that if he had
something he could actually grope on his chest that he would be gorgeous and
Jake would just do everything and anything to Dirk. And apparently, everyone
else thought it was funny too, and the only thing Dirk could do was laugh along
with them like it didn’t bother him.
Jake then proceeded to grope Dirk’s ass a few times out of nowhere, then laugh
along with everyone else. When Dirk told him to stop, Jake just asked him if he
was on his period which put everyone in a fit of laughter.
No.
Just, no.
You don’t do that. You don’t do that to anyone. It’s just- no. Dirk must have
been humiliated. Dirk must have been hurting so bad with every word he said,
because you are pretty sure Dirk was in love with the asshole for some strange
reason. Ever since then, Jake still continues to drop a few of those jokes, and
Dirk says it doesn’t bother him since he has you, but you know that’s was a lie
at some point.
So yeah, you just really don’t like the guy is all.
A loud engine coming down the road cut off your thoughts, and turn your head to
see an obnoxious pair of light blinding you even from behind your shades. You
stand up, brushing your pants off and the familiar orange bike pulls up, and
the rider takes off his helmet.
You will never understand how Dirk manages to not mess up his hair with his
helmet, but you wonder how Dirk manages a lot of things that it just resulted
in you not asking any more questions. He hands you the bulk helmet and you
slide it over your face, well aware of the orange spray painted Rainbowdash on
the back of it, and slide onto the back of the bike behind Dirk.
You wrap your arms around Dirk’s torso, and he roars the engine a few time
obnoxiously and you guys are riding down the street.
You had always loved going on rides with Dirk on his bike when he first got,
that sometimes you would purposely get yourself lost so you could ask him to
pick you up, even though you know he would do it without an excuse. Sometimes,
you guys wouldn’t even bother going to school if nothing important was going on
that day, and just ride around where ever on his bike. One time you guys
stopped in a grassy area in the middle of nowhere, and you guys just made out
on his motorcycle for a few hours, it was awesome.
Stopping at a red light, Dirk leaned against you, and you placed your hands on
his thighs, an innocent gesture really, but he shooed them away quickly and you
chuckle to yourself under the helmet. Sometimes it was a little too easy to get
Dirk worked up, and you would do it sometimes without even realizing it. You
could easily get him worked up depending on the clothes you were wearing, or if
you just brush by him, a few moments later you normally found yourself pressed
up against a wall, the bed, the couch, kitchen counter, or the floor with his
tongue down your throat.
When you guys finally get home Dirk takes his helmet from you and tucks it
under his arm, walking ahead of you after you climb off the bike.
You notice that neither of your parents cars are here, so that means they
probably aren’t home, so you try to catch up to Dirk to grab a hold of his
hand, entwining your fingers with his. He let you, and didn’t really show
interest in the hand holding, unlike normal when he was all for the touchy
feely shit.
He takes out his keys with his free hand, and unlocks the door to let both of
you in. “You want to watch a movie?” You ask after kicking off your shoes, and
he throws a ‘sure’ over his shoulder as he disappears to the room.
Dirk seems to be in a bad mood, and you really hope it’s not because something
happened with Jake, because if it is you might have to do some major ass
kicking.
When you want to get something out of Dirk, you know you have to pry. He says
he hates it and tells you to fuck off when he gets in a bad mood, but you know
he likes it when you pay attention to him like that, he seems to really like it
when he knows you care.
You go out into the living room, the fuzzy white carpet that is placed in the
middle of the room tickling your feet as you walk over to close the curtains
over the window of a wall that gives you a good view of the rest of the
neighborhood. Once the red curtains are closed, you dim the lights and step
over to the huge ass TV resting on a clear storage counter, and turn it on.
“What do you want to watch?” You yell a little loudly over your shoulder as the
TV comes to life, the surround system not as loud as it could be.
“Don’t care.” And you jump a little when his voice is a lot closer than you
expected. He must of flash stepped, because there is no way he could have just
walked from your room to the couch that quietly that quickly, so you just brush
the scare off.
You decided to pop in one of the Saw movies, knowing how much Dirk really liked
the series, even though the puppet guy has always kind of creeped you out.
Unlike Dirk, puppets don’t sit well with you ever since he decided to prank you
that one time when you were four with a puppet ambush in the middle of the
night. You remember hearing a noise that woke you up, and why you tried to wake
up Dirk he wouldn’t budge, so you stepped outside of your room to go see your
parents, and suddenly a huge pile of puppets just landed on you. Dirk was
laughing his ass off as you shook with fear, and ever since then you just don’t
like puppets.
As the movie starts to situate itself, you situate yourself next to Dirk, and
he willingly wraps an arm around you, holding you as you lean against him when
the movie actually starts.
“How was the movies with Jake and them?” You remember to bring up, even though
the movie has just started, but you and Dirk never really do watch movies, it’s
there for more of a background purpose.
“Actually a lot more fun then I thought.” And this is kind of a relief to you,
seeing as Dirk has really not been hanging out with anyone lately besides
yourself. “Jake wouldn’t shut up throughout the whole movie, and me and Jane
would tease him for it.” You’ve seen how Jane and Dirk work together, they are
pretty hilarious when it comes to tag teaming Roxy on the various things she
does. “Roxy gets bored when she has to stay still for too long, so she ended up
passing out not even halfway through, even though she wouldn’t shut up before
hand about how nice spiderman’s ass is.”
“So basically you guys where that annoying group of teenagers everyone hates in
the theater?” You comment, knowing that's always the case when you and your
friends go out. It’s mainly John and Jade that get you guys kicked out, since
they can never seem to shut the fuck up, but you and Rose trigger it most of
the time, so it’s an equal blame.
“No, you see, we do it in a classy way, unlike you who has to make a scene out
of everything.” His hand finds his way into your hair, and starts to stroke it
gently as your eyes look away from the screen quickly when Jigsaw pops up.
“Not my fault the spotlight loves me, its just how I get shit done.” You shrug,
just trying to make conversation to distract yourself from the movie. The
screams, cries, torture and blood doesn't creep you out as much, its just the
god damn puppet that sends goose bumps against your skin, and you are starting
to regret picking this movie as your hold around Dirk tightens.
“Don’t be such a pussy bro.” He mocks you, and you roll your eyes as he seems
to keep a deadpan expression as he watches the gadgets on the victims begin to
work. He turns his head to face yours with a light teasing smirk, and leans
down to press a quick kiss on your lips.
He just wanted a quick kiss, but before he had the chance to pull away, you cup
his face to hold his head in place. You place as man obnoxious sloppy kisses on
his lips as you want to, and he just sits there and gladly takes it.
You guys kiss for a little longer, just simply nipping at each others lips and
letting them linger when you want them to, and it's just a really nice feeling
when ever your lips brush past his. When you guys pull away you start watching
the movie for a little longer until it seems like it's almost over, and you
both are just over all bored with it.
“You think Mom and Dad are coming home any time soon?” You ask when you look at
the clock, and it’s 1 in the morning, but neither of you have anywhere
important to be tomorrow, so it’s fine if you guys end up sleeping in.
Dirk doesn’t even answer you, just presses his lips to yours and starts kissing
you a bit roughly. You gladly comply as he pushes you back against the couch,
your arms snaking around his neck as he settles himself in between your legs,
stretched out over you.
Your shades clack against his when he tilted his head into the kiss, and you
both end up throwing each others off, lip locking again shortly after. His hair
is soft, despite all the gel he uses, under your grasp as you tug at his hair
when your feel his tongue stud press against your lips, telling you to part
them.
He knows how much you really don’t like the way his piercings look on him, but
you sure as hell love the way he uses them.
Your shirt gets thrown away somewhere, and when you go for his he pushes your
hands away. You grunt against the tongue that is currently rubbing itself
against yours, and your hands go for his shirt again, only to get the rejected.
“The fuck Dirk?” You mumble against his lips, and he bites down on your bottom
lip.
Dirk grabs your hands when they try to grab at shirt yet again, and there is
something in his eyes that just make you feel horrified.
You know Dirk is better built than you, but you have never really been scared
of him to physically harm you, since you know you could so take him. You guys
had only gotten into a fist fight once when you were 12, and you got pissed
that Dirk knocked over one of your jars filled with decapitated heads, so you
pushed him and he pushed you back. In the end, he ended up busting your lip,
and he had a bruised nose that was close to broken.
But this look was something completely different, it was something that made
your stomach twist and makes you feel worthless, like you are guilty for
something you really, really hope he doesn’t know about.
You swallow thickly as he starts to kiss your neck, nipping and biting at the
skin and you know he’s going to leave nasty bruises if he keeps sucking at the
skin like that. You try to figure out what he knows, what he could possibly
figure out, cause yeah you are hiding some stuff, and we really shouldn’t get
into THAT story now anyways, but you hide that shit well.
Then again, it’s Dirk.
His hands start to undo your pants, snapping the buttons off and pulling down
the zipper as you lean your head back, the arm of the couch fitting behind your
neck. Your red eyes fall half way as you watch him strip you, and you are
completely exposed unlike Dirk, who only has his shades off.
He keeps eye contact with you, that same angry orange glare in his eyes that
makes you shudder a little like a kid that knows he's in trouble. His hand
pumps your erection to life, and he even bends down to drag his tongue against
the shaft, your hips raising with it as you drag out a groan.
“Holy shit Dirk...” You breath, and hes sloppily sucking on his fingers, loud
and obnoxiously, and he looks like a whore, but it only makes you harder,
especially the way he his stroking you so roughly.
When he’s done putting on a show, he has two fingers up your ass and your cock
in his mouth, starting a good rhythm with both movements. Your eyes fall
closed, and a moan cracks the back of your throat as your hips rock before he's
holding them down.
Normally when you guys do it, it’s Dirk who receives, since it turns out he’s a
major fucking cockslut, but you do take it sometimes. You haven’t taken it in a
while though, so you know spit is not going to be the best lubricant, and you
grip at his hair to get his attention.
“D-dude... Spit won't do it...” You gasp when he hums around you, your back
arching off the couch.
His 3 fingers wiggle in your ass and makes your toes curl as he pulls them out,
and his lips pop of your dick. He seems to be ignoring you, and turns you
around so you are resting your forearms against the arm of the couch, your head
dropping in between your shoulders to try and catch your breath.
You look over your shoulder, and he’s undoing his belt, then snapping the
buttons off his pants, and then his zipper, and he doesn’t even take off his
pants, just whips it out and spreads your ass cheeks. You pay attention to the
arm of the couch now, licking your lips and you can hear him spitting, a sudden
warm liquid covering in between your ass cheeks. He rubs it against your hole
before doing it again, and he starts to slide in.
It hurts. You can’t tell if it’s in a good way or a bad way cause it just hurts
when he pushes in, and him going slow feels like it’s just making it worse, but
you know if he just pushes in all at once it would be even worse.
Once he’s settled in, and you give him the okay, he’s rocking his hips back and
forth against your ass, and you just really don’t like the position at all.
You find yourself bouncing on his lap soon enough, groaning each time your skin
would smack against the denim of his jeans. Your dick was hard in his hand, and
your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder as he started to bite on your
ear. “And you call me the fucking cockslut...” He snickers into your ear as you
slam yourself harder onto him. You really aren’t sure what’s up with him
tonight, and you really aren’t sure if you like it or not. “Look at you, you
just love my dick inside ya’, don’t you?” His hand comes up to grip your hair,
yanking on the locks. You can feel the metal of his zipper against your thighs,
gently cutting the skin a few times as you grunt out a response and Dirk is
biting your neck. “Come on Dave, faster, show me how much you want it. I know
you do.”
God, you are so close, and you know Dirk is too since that's when he starts
using his mouth the most. He pushes you so you are resting forward on your
hand, your ass still in his lap as your hips roll up and down his cock.
What drives you over the edge is when he licks up your spine, then nipping
right at the back of your neck, as if your organsam was triggered by the shiver
that came with it. A few more thrusts into you, and he pulls out, knowing how
much you hate the feeling of cum inside you, and releasing in his hand.
You plop down on your stomach, knowing that will probably be the only position
you can lay down in that won't send a sharp stinging pain up your back for a
while.
You feel his hand against your back, and he is rubbing it in a slow motion
against your shoulder blades, and it feels nice until you realized that it was
hand he just came in.
“Gross, dude.” You hissed, giving his thigh a kick. He didn’t really react, and
you sit up, wincing a little as you did and did so a little slower. You reached
for your boxers, hesitantly sliding them on with careful movements.
“John doesn’t take art.” He said.
You froze, boxers half way up your thighs. Raising an eyebrow, you turn your
head to look at him. “What are you talking about dude?”
“John doesn’t take art, I see him walking to the engineering room all the
time.” He tucks himself back into his jeans.
“Dude, what the hell?” You push your eyebrows together as you continue to slide
your boxers up your waist. “You didn’t believe me when I said I was going to
see John?” Well, you weren’t telling the full truth. But still, he doesn’t have
any right to go accusing you of this shit.
“When you don’t lie well enough, yeah, I don’t.” He hissed back.
You know Dirk is a man of plan. He probably has every possible outcome that
could happen in this situation, and something planned out for whatever may
come, but still, he shouldn’t have anything planned in the first place. If you
want to hang out with John, you can hang out with John, he shouldn’t be fucking
questioning it.
“Dude, seriously, my god.” You shake your head, picking up your clothes and
standing up a little faster than your ass would have liked it, but you try to
ignore it.
“Where are you going?” He asks, standing up after you and following you to the
room. You really don’t feel like explaining yourself right now, a little tired
of this bullshit.
“John finished his math classes early,” you turn around, hand on the doorknob
to your room. “He has an extra block, he takes engineering, and art, dickwad.”
You spit at him, turning around to open the door. You feeling his hand grab
your arm, and you groan in an annoyed matter, throwing your clothes at him like
the little brat you are.
“Dave, we need to talk.” He shoved you forward into the room, and you shoved
him back while he shut the door behind him because you can be a really stubborn
asshole.
“No, shut up, I want to go to sleep.” Of course, he doesn’t listen to you,
nobody ever listens to you. He grabs onto your arm tighter when you try and
wiggle out, and you just kind of hiss at him. Like legit hiss at him, like some
stubborn cat and he just rolls his eyes at you cause yeah are kind of being
childish.
“Look, did you really wake up as early as you did just to go to John’s house to
work on some stupid art project?” He asked, tugging you a little closer to the
point where both of your foreheads almost bumped.
You sigh a bit angrily, and looked away from him for a bit, before looking
back. “No.” You can tell by the bit of guilt that is building up in the pit of
your stomach that Dirk’s ‘plan’ is working. Whatever that may be.
“So then why did you tell me that you did?”
“Because,” You stop to think. You didn’t want to have to deal with the guilt of
‘leaving Dirk’ by himself while you go hang out with John. Whenever you use to
hang out with friends without Dirk, he would try to convince you to stay home
with him somehow, like the time you had made plans with Rose, but you found it
kind of difficult to say no to Dirk with your dick in his mouth and his fingers
in his ass. So, if you told him it was because of an art project, he really
couldn’t do anything about that since neither could you.
You didn’t bother finishing your response, and just shook your head. “I don’t
think we should do this anymore.”
Well, looks like he wasn’t expecting that answer. He lost his posture for a
split second, eyes widening and shoulders tensing and the grip on your arm
started to hurt a little. “What? Why?”
You shrugged out of the grip, and he lets you. “Me and John are together. Have
been for a little over a month now.” Which wasn’t a complete lie. You liked
John, John liked you, just neither one of you enjoy public display of affection
or want many people to know, since John was still in the closet to a lot of
people.
“What? No, dude.” He responded a little sternly, and you really weren’t
expecting him to take it like this. “That’s not fair.” He was angry, you could
hear it in his voice.
“Dirk, we are brothers. Twins.” You held your ground, fist clenched at your
side. “None of this is about being fair, we shouldn’t have even started any of
this shit in the first place.”
“So after we have been doing this shit since we were like, 13, you are bringing
this up 3 years later? Dave, this doesn’t make any sense, stop being stupid.”
He gave your shoulders a hard push, and you pushed him back.
“Back off dude, I’m not doing this shit with you anymore, get over yourself,
Jesus Christ.” You almost yell, turning around to tell him you are done with
this conversation, but obviously he’s not.
He grabs your arm yet again, pulling you back to where you were and you can’t
help the urge to turn around and punch him. So you do. You punch him right in
his stupid perfect face.
Dirk just looks at you, holding his nose but you know you didn’t hit him hard
enough to hurt him, or maybe you did, who knows. You think he is going to hit
you back, but he doesn’t, just mutters a ‘go to hell’ as he passes you and
yanks his blankets off his bed.
“Sleeping on the couch, sweet dreams bro.” He tells you as he walks out of the
room, and you kick the door closed so hard it leaves a huge dent in the wood
and a bruise on your foot.
Chapter End Notes
     Gah, sorry this took longer than expected! I haven't written smut in
     a while, if that wasn't obvious already.
     I'm still deciding how this story should end, I have a million
     different ways it could and just gota pick one.
     But, in the next chapter you can expect some JohnDave!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
===> Dave: Go back a little earlier.
“Fuck, John, stop it.” You groan into the pillow a little louder, and he
continues to poke at your sides.
“Dave! Come on, wake up.” You hear the pout in his voice, and his pokes jab
into your sides a little harder. “Besides, you are in MY bed, so get out!”
“You made me wake up at 4 in the fucking morning so we could go to the fucking
beach and see some stupid fucking sunrise and take fucking pictures for this
fucking project, when we could have easily gone on fucking google images and
copied fucking pasted a picture from there. So, I need to catch up on my
fucking beauty sleep, if you don’t fucking mind.” You hiss, sitting up a little
to slightly glare at him. You were never really a morning person.
“Come on Dave, you have to admit, it was kind of nice seeing the sunrise
together! And trust me, no amount of beauty sleep will hel- whoa!” Before he
could finish his sentence, you tug him into bed with you, scooting over so you
could embrace him properly. “Dude, what if my dad come-”
“Shhhh,” You place your hand over his face, hushing him as you close your eyes
again. “It’s ironic.” John giggles a little, which makes you crack a small
smirk as you press a quick kiss on his lips.
This is the kind of relationship you need.
This is a healthy relationship, one where you can get somewhere with.
“Oh, you really think my Dad is going to just brush this off as ironic?” He
rolls his eyes with a slight smile, one that soon spreads into quite the
devious one. You would know that classic Egbert prankster smile anywhere, and
you don’t know if you should be a little frightened or aroused.
Quickly, he flips the position, so he’s on top of you, and you adjust yourself
under him so you are sitting up against the headboard of his bed, John
stradling your waist. He starts to place a few kisses on the corner of your
mouth, trailing them down to your jaw. “Egbert, don’t really think we can pass
this off as iron- oh, okay.” You swallow a little thickly as you spread your
legs, the blue eyed boy now laying in between them as he starts to mess with
your zipper.
“No, no, Dave, like you said, it is ‘ironic’.” He winks at you, and starts to
tug your pants down. John only pulls the denim halfway down your thigh, to give
himself a good show of your red boxers.
Compared to Dirk, John has absolutely no experience. The way he palmed you
through your boxers was way too light, or it would be way too hard, and he
would barely even move his hand, just jabbing his palm against one spot. When
ever you guys would kiss, it was too much tongue and teeth with his lips
pressing way to hard against yours and it was just really bad. And you don’t
even want to get started on blow jobs. John has sucked you off once before, and
you didn’t really think you would have to tell anyone that you don’t actually
blow when you give someone a BJ, so you had to show him how it was done. But,
he still manages to get you up, and normally just the sight of your dick John’s
hand and/or mouth is enough to make you horny.
He pulled you out of your boxers, and he’s working on your base, pumping it
slowly and a bit too tightly, but it feels nice. You let out a small noise, and
he smirks a bit while pressing a finger to his lips. “Not too loud Dave.” He
chuckles, moving his hand a little faster.
You see his tongue dart out over his lips, and you keep a good eye on him from
behind your shades as he keeps a good eye on your cock. John brings his lips to
the tip, parting them as he takes the head of your cock into his mouth and your
hand immediately comes up to grip his hair.
Oh yeah, he’s been practicing.
Soon enough, he’s bobbing his head up and down your cock, and you bite into
your knuckle to stop the chance of any noise that might come out. It feels
good, really good, but not good enough to turn you into a blushing panting
mess.
John just sort of, twirls his tongue around your base, and your grip in his
hair tightens a little as if to encourage him, since it is-
“Son! Can you come here a second please? I need your assistance!” You hear his
Dad’s voice echo through the house, and it sounds like it’s coming from down
stairs. John looks up at you, and then pulls away, but continues to stroke you.
“Oh, uh, just a second Dad! Me and Dave are in the middle of something!” He
calls back, and your breath hitches in your throat when his lips are around the
head of your cock, sucking harshly as his fingers grip your base harder.
“Holy fu...” You slap your hand over your mouth quickly because wow okay that
felt really nice.
“I could really use you now Jonathan! I’m sure your friend won’t mind waiting!
Bring him down here too if you’d like!”
John rolls his eyes, and pulls off again, hand still keeping you busy. “Hold on
Dad!” And he throws a little bit of attitude into his words, and his mouth is
back on your cock, and you buck your hips up.
John’s throat obviously isn’t use to cock, so he ends up choking a little when
you do. The vibrations feel really good against your dick and you end up coming
without warning, and into the back of his throat.
He manages to swallow it all, but he pulls away to break into a coughing fit,
banging his chest to catch his breath. You don’t know if you should laugh at
his lameness, or if you should feel bad.
“John? Are you alright? Are you getting sick? I have some cough medicine if you
need it!” His Dad calls again, and you are really surprised he hasn’t come up
yet to check on the both of you.
“Y-ack-Yeah, I’m fine Dad! Coming!” He climbs off his bed as you tuck yourself
back into your jeans, and you watch him stumble out of his room.
You hear John’s footsteps pound against the stairs, and John’s Dad mentions
something about him being ‘such a strong young man’ and how ‘brave he is for
facing a sickness head on’. Their relationship amuses you, and makes you smirk
from time to time whenever you hear the way Dad talks to John.
Looking at your phone, you check the time and wow time sure does fly when you
are getting blown. You send Dirk a quick pester, and he responds pretty
quickly, telling you that Jake invited him to the movies. You don’t really mean
it, but you tell him he should go, to distract him and so you won't feel bad
for leaving home alone when this project you said you were going to be working
on is really not going to be worked on.
You wonder when you should tell him.
When you should tell him about you and John.
You certainly weren’t going to tell John about you and Dirk, that’s for sure.
You really do feel bad for doing this to Dirk. You love him, but you guys are
brothers. Nothing is going to be gained in this incesteous relationship that
will ever benefit you in the future. With John, you can have a life, and
although homosexual relationships aren’t really an easy one to pursue right now
in ‘society’, it will be a hell lot easier than an incestuous one. You wonder
if he will understand, if he will feel bad, if he will feel cheated, or if he
will get angry.
Knowing Dirk, you aren’t going to be able to just assume how he is going to
react, since you always have trouble trying to figure the fucker out. It’s not
fair, really, he can read all of your movements and always seems to know what
to expect from you, but when it comes to him, you know jack shit most of the
time.
Sometimes you like to think he will be okay with John and you kind of going out
(Nothing is official yet, but you are pretty sure he’s okay with being your
boyfriend) and will want to continue doing these kind of things. That it will
go kind of like ‘Yeah that’s cool Dave, I’ll continue to give you blow jobs
anyways, don’t really care.’ But, you have about a 14 percent chance of that
happening. And you aren’t even sure that’s what you want, since the whole point
of dating John is to not do shit with Dirk.
You tell yourself that this is the best for you, and that Dirk will so
understand, and you should tell him as soon as possible, but when ever you do
get around to it, you just remember that you love him so much you just want to
kiss his pierced perfect face and then when you do, shit leads on from there.
“Dave.” John’s head pokes around the door, “Come help me bake.”
“Why?” You raise an eyebrow and you slide your phone back in your pocket since
Dirk did sign out.
“My Dad forgot to buy frosting, so he has to run to the store again, and
knowing him it’s going to take like, 7 hours just to pick out the right one,
and he needs to make 6 cakes for this wedding that's going on, so he needs me
to help him and I need you to help me!” He pouts a little, as if upset why you
would question him.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming, don’t get your panties in a twist up your
asscrack.” You push yourself out of bed, and he looks over his shoulder down
the staircase to see his Dad leave the house.
“My panties are perfectly placed on my asscrack, thank you very much!” He gives
you a quick kiss, and you scoff.
“I have no idea how people actually believe you when you say you are not a
homosexual.”
“Shut up, you only say that because I just got finished sucking your dick.” He
rolls his blue eyes, and jogs down the stairs with you right behind him.
When you guys get in the kitchen, you realize how much messier it is compared
to the rest of the house. The kitchen really isn’t that messy, but the rest of
the house is spotless, so just seeing a few things out of place in the kitchen
is enough to throw you off. There is already a mixing bowl with ingredients
inside of it, and John quickly cracked two eggs at the same time with one hand
like a pro, and he starts to mix.
It’s a good look on him, and as you hand him required ingredients, you make a
few side comments on how he would make the perfect housewife.
“Dude, shut up, that would never be a thing. I am totally the man in this
relationship, don’t even deny it.” He shoves a messy spoon in your face as if
to make his point, and you can’t help but laugh at his statement. Like, you
laugh really hard. And really loud too, but he pushes you in the shoulder and
you pull him into a kiss. He quickly complied and starts kissing you back,
lingering kisses being placed whenever your lips brush past each other. “Dave,
we really gota,” He places another kiss against your lips. “Bake.”
You sigh heavily against his lips, and pull away. “Fine, I’ll keep my lips to
myself then. No Strider lovin’ for you.” And he sticks his tongue out at you as
he shoves the oversized spoon back in the bowl.
He tells you there is another bowl in a cabinet, and you take it out to start
working on another batch of cake mix to make things go faster. John goes over
everything you need to do as he pours his mix into a pan, and he repeats it to
you perfectly without hesitating or stopping, like he has it ingrained in his
brain.
You start to crack some eggs into the mixing bowl and wow you are already
bored. You look over at John and he’s bent over to shove the pan into the oven
and you stare at his ass for a good while. Dirk didn’t have much of a butt, but
you did, and he always reminded you when you guys did it. Ass whore.
“How you holding up over there Dave?” He asks, looking over your shoulder into
your bowl and you shrug.
“Oh, Mr.Egbert, I’m sorry, but I seem to have forgotten what I’m doing. I hate
to be a burden, but could you please help me out again?” You bat your eyelashes
all dramatically like some anime schoolgirl, and he laughs while kissing your
cheek.
“A pinch of salt, and two cups of sugar. You really should have kept your dry
and liquids separated, but I gue-”
“Oh my god kiss me, this is so boring.” You groan and you turn to face him
better to press your lips against his, tongue immediately darting out and
passing his lips. It’s obvious he’s taken by surprise, but he doesn’t seem to
mind much, as he places his hands on your hips.
You enjoy kissing Egbert, you really do, but just fuck, Dirk...
Dirk was amazing, he knew how to hold you, how to kiss you, how to touch you.
You are going to miss the feeling of a lip piercing against your tongue, and
against your neck, and your thighs, and anywhere else he wanted to kiss. You
like John, you really do, and you hate to say it but you probably like Dirk
more.
But you can’t. You really can’t. John will help you have that normal life, he
will help you get what you need, and what you want.
What do you want?
“Hey,” He asks against your lips, and he tugs a little at the jacket you are
wearing. “Is this your brothers jacket?”
“What? Oh, yeah.” You look down at the orange fabric that’s halfway zipper up,
the only thing under it being a black tanktop. You don’t really remember
grabbing Dirk’s jacket since it was so early in the morning, but then again you
probably would have even if it wasn’t. “Why?
“Pft, thats weird that you guys share clothes.” He laughs a little, “Your Bro
is kind of annoying, like he talks like he knows EVERYTHING, and he is just
real cocky about a lot of stuff, gets on my nerves.” He pouts a bit.
Your eyebrows push together and you stare at him, a little upset that he would
talk shit about your Bro like that. “Well, yeah b-” The front door is being
unlocked, and you could hear it being pushed open.
“Son! Could you believe it? I had the frosting the whole time! I just left it
in the car! Didn’t realize until I got to the mall.” Dad laughs, and you and
John immediately separate, turning around quickly as you start to measure what
looks like sugar. You dump the ingredients in the bowl quickly, and you can
hear John messing around with bowls and pans behind you when his Dad walks in.
“Dave! It’s great to see you taking an interest in baking. I hope John didn’t
force you into any of this.”
“No, it’s all chilled.” You shake your head, and John throws in the other
ingredients into the bowl as you mix.
“I’m so proud of the both of you.” He comes over to you and John and ruffles
the both of your hair. “Working together to help me with my work, you guys will
turn out to be fine young gentlemen. I must go get my camera, excuse me a
moment.”
“Dad! You don’t have to do that.” John pouts, turning around to slightly glare
at his Dad.
“Of course I do, when am I ever going to have another chance to see a moment
like this again? My boy and his companion, working together to help his old man
out. It is very worthy of a scrap book!”
You chuckle and John rolls his eyes, groaning. “Dad, you are embarrassing me.”
“You should not be embarrassed! You are growing up to be a fine gentleman, I’m
sure Dave is just standing there itching with jealousy.” His Dad slaps a strong
hand on your shoulder, and for a man of his age and his size, he really does
have a good grip.
The comment makes you laugh a little louder and you finish up mixing the mix,
and Dad sticks his finger in the bowl to try it. He makes the same ‘Bluh’ face
John does (it’s exactly spot on, with the noise, arm flail and everything) and
he raises an eyebrow at you.
“Dave, it seems to me you mixed something up.” His face has gone sour, and John
repeats Dad’s actions, his reaction just the same.
“Dave! I said two cups of sugar! Not two cups of salt!”
Wow, this was going to be way harder than you thought.
===> Dirk: Go back a little earlier as well.
Since it’s a sunday, and it is pretty early, the movie theater inside of the
mall isn’t as packed as it usually is. You are stuck waiting in line for some
popcorn and snacks a little longer then you would like, but it’s alright since
you really did forget how much fun you had hanging out with these guys.
“I heard this movie was suppose to be sooo good.” Roxy all but shouts behind
you, throwing her arms around Jane tightly as if to contain herself. “And his
butt!” You could practically hear her fingers wiggle before she helps herself
to a handful of your ass, making you jump a little. “Is supposed to look fant-
ass-tic in 3D too.” She purrs in your ear, and then snickers along with Jake
and Jane as you elbow her away.
Turns out Roxy decided to stay sober for this long of time just for you, but
either way, Roxy is Roxy sober or not, although you did sarcastically thank her
for it when Jane brought it to your attention.
“This is malarkey.” Jake huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he tries to
stare down the line. “I swear, all of these people purposely conspire to the
head of the line so we can miss out on the movie! It should not take up this
amount of my time just to get some pop and snacks.” He grumbles to himself, and
the man in front of us holding his little boy’s hand looks over his shoulder to
give Jake a dirty look, and Jake gives one right back.
Jane puts her hand on Jake’s shoulders, and gives the guy an apologetic look
then turns Jake around. “Jake, we will make it in time for the movie! The line
really isn’t as long as you think.” Jane smiles at him, in hopes to calm him
down, and he sighs as she rubs his shoulders.
Jane’s feelings for Jake have always been quite obvious to everyone, except to
Jake himself, unlike yours that were able to be hidden well. You are pretty
sure that within the time of you not being around them as much, something has
gone on between them, but you are pretty sure that now they are just friends.
It is pretty obvious that they are just friends when Jake doesn’t put Jane’s
sudden advance into play, like he use to before, he almost shrugs it off. Then
again, Jake does get very passionate about his movies, especially spiderman.
Jane has always been very motherly, and most of the time this would be mistaken
for flirting, like it might have been in this situation with the way she is
standing so close to Jake and trying to soothe him, but really Jane isn’t the
kind of girl who has the desire to flirt with just everyone. You yourself had
thought Jane was flirting with you when you first started to get to know her,
but after a while you figured out she was just a really good caring friend.
“I suppose, but some of these rascals are just asking for it!” He throws over
his shoulder, as if to get the man’s attention, and Jane brings his face over
to face her and then steps away from him completely.
“If it’s really getting you this worked up, why don’t we just not get any food
and go get some decent seats. I’m sure Roxy wants to be front and center for
that spider-ass. Wouldn’t be surprised if you did too, Jake. ” You elbow him in
the side jokingly, and Jake looks at you immediately when you speak, as if what
you are about to say is of utter importance and gives you his full attention.
He doesn’t reply to your suggestion, just stares at you, like your utter
existence is just fascinating. So, Rosy speaks instead.
“Ooooorrrrr, you boys can wait here for the food, and me and Janey will go snag
you guys some seats.” She suggests as she hooks an arm onto Jane’s. “You don’t
have a problem waiting here with Dirk all alone, do you Jakey?” She gives
snicker, and Jane looks at her like she's confused while Jake just looks
flustered.
“Why, of course that’s alright! There is absolutely nothing wrong with waiting
here alone with my good pal Dirk! Move along now Roxy, you and Jane go get
those seats.” He is quick to push her away out of the line, and Jane stumbles a
little after her as Roxy all but skips away. “Ha, that Roxy is such a kidder,
right mate?” He chuckles almost shyly, and he pays attention to the line once
more.
You are oddly confused, but you don’t say much about it, and just wait with
Jake, the guy and his kid up next in line.
“So Dirk, how have you been? Life been treating you well, I hope?”
For some reason, the first thing that comes to your mind is Dave. You really
want to tell a lot of people about your life with Dave. Save your suspicion
with what’s going on with him and John currently, your life has been treating
you well. Like, really well. Dave is great. He’s Dave. So of course it would be
great. You know you can’t really tell Jake this, but you really wish you could.
You wish you could brag about it to so many people. But, you keep it cool since
yeah, Dave is your brother and it is kind of fucked up.
“Fine.” You reply shortly, despite all the things buzzing in your head that you
desperately want to say.
“Well that’s delightful to hear! You just seemed to have been keeping your
distance from us due to outside of school terms, so it is swell to hear that
everything is in tip-top shape.” He smiles a smile you use to call dashing, and
slaps a grip on your shoulder.
His hand lingers on your shoulder for a little longer than it needs to, and he
hesitantly removes it as he tries to start up another conversation. “How are
you robotics coming along? You still continue those, correct?”
You nod, glad this is a topic you love to talk about that you actually can talk
about. “Yeah dude, you know I got a real thing for those. I’m tricking out my
motorcycle helmet, tryin’ to get it to work like my shades, you know with the
screen and shit?”
He looks very interested in what you have to say, a light smile on his lips as
he nods with your words. “I see, you are a very talented man Dirk. But, would
that be a tad bit dangerous? You are on a motorcycle and all, you really should
be focused on the road.”
“Nah, I built my bike myself. The chance of me getting into a crash are about
0.03%, and that would only be because of some other fucker getting in my way.
It has an autopilot setting to it too, with a whole GPS that keeps an eye on
the traffic for me, but that would kind of take away the thrill of riding it,
you know?” You guys are finally up next, and you order as both you and Jake
take out money to split the bill. No wonder Roxy was so quick to leave the both
of you to here, she probably didn’t want to pay, damn leech.
You order a large popcorn for the four of you, and two medium drinks. A bag of
skittles is bought for you (You will probably get a bunch of ‘fruity’ jokes
from Roxy), Mik&Ikes for Jake, snow caps for Jane, and chocolate covered
raisins for Roxy.
You and Jake skillfully carry the snacks back to the correct theater, when Jake
brings up how he doesn’t know the ‘thrill’ of riding a motorcycle. “You think
maybe one day you could take me for a spin? Of course, that is only if I
wouldn’t ‘ruin your cool-kid facade’, I woud never want to burden that!” You
can hear the sarcasm on the last part, and you shoot him a slight smirk when
you guys stop in front of the door.
“That is a thing I can make possible, you have a ride home? I can take you home
on it.” Wow, this really sounds like a moment you would loved to have had back
in your first year of highschool. It doesn’t mean much to you right now, or at
least, that’s what you are telling yourself.
“Really? I hope you aren’t going out of your way to do so.” He gives you a
worried look, like he really, really, does not want to burden you.
“It’s cool dude, I got nothing else to do at home, I don’t have a wife waiting
for me at home or anything.” You guys are really just standing in front of the
movie theater’s doors just talking. It’s actually kind of nice, and makes you
feel good that you still have enough social skills in you to hold a
conversation for this long, it’s almost a relief.
“That’s great! So, uh,” He raises an eyebrow in a curious manner, and you’ve
known him for long enough to know that he would probably be scratching the back
of his neck if his hands were free. “You don’t have a significant other?”
You stare at him.
Wait.
Whoa, whoa wait.
Fuck.
No. No no no no. This has to be wrong. Why? Why would whatever god that is out
there do this you?
Jake likes you.
Jake totally likes you.
This can’t be happening. This really can’t be happening.
Okay, let’s calm the fuck down.
You could be wrong. You could be totally off. Completely off. You have a good
feeling that you aren’t, but there is still a 43.7.... No, 44.9% chance that
you could be spot on.
He obviously sees that you have hesitated, and he almost looks hurt as he walks
past you and uses his shoulder to help him push past the doors. “I was just
curious mate! Don’t have to get all flustered if you don’t want to chit-chat
about them! Just wanted to partake in the exchange of information of our love
lives is all- oh, oh, I’m terribly sorry.” Jake’s voice drops into a whisper
when he is shhh-ed by the other movie-goers once he walks in, and you let out a
breath.
===> Dirk: Push weird Jake-ish feeling-type-things to the back of your mind,
and enjoy the fucking movie.
You can’t push the weird Jake-ish feeling-type-things to the back of your mind
and enjoy the fucking movie, you just can’t.
You don’t even know for sure if this is true, but you have a major fucking
hunch since Jake isn’t the smoothest character when it comes to these kind of
things.
Maybe he just really wanted to know if you had some love interest. Maybe he
really was just curious.
Why would he suddenly ask for a ride on your bike then? You’ve had that bike
for the past two years, and he has never taken any interest in being pressed up
against your back, with his arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and the
engine sending vibratio-
Point is, he never has asked.
And maybe Roxy knows something. She did do some major hinting earlier. But she
could have just been being Roxy. Then again....
===> Dirk: Seriously, shut the fuck up, and watch the damn movie.
Okay, okay, fine.
Chapter End Notes
     WOW OKAY I'm sorry this took so long to update, but I was given the
     suggestion to role play some characters to get my characterization
     more spot on, and that's what I've been doing a lot of! Lots of fun
     practice though, haha.
***** Chapter 5 *****
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===> Dave: Get out of bed.
No, you will not get out of bed.
You will never get out of bed.
You will lay here forever and no one can do shit about it. Laying here with
this weight in your heart and pain in your back is something you are completely
okay with.
Who needs friends?
Not you.
All you need is this bed, since it is where you are staying for the rest of
your life because like fuck you are ever going to leave it. It’s the only thing
that cares about you anymore.
Every morning you leave it without a single good bye, and when you come
crawling back to it at night it always takes you back with open blankets that
holds you close against its mattress as it lulls you to sleep and doesn’t
complain once about the heartbreak you must cause it when you leave it yet
again the next morning. But you are never leaving this bed ever again, because
it is the only good thing in your world.
===> Dave: Get out of bed.
No, we already talked about this, you aren’t leaving your new lover. Never. You
guys will live together forever and live happily ever after.
===> Dave: Smell bacon.
You get out of bed once the smell of bacon hits your nose, and you do so as
carefully as you could since fuck, your back still hurts.
After finding a stray shirt and some sweat pants lying around, you make your
way down the hall to the kitchen, and try your best not to limp when you see
your Dad at the table, tapping away at his iPhone with a plate full of
breakfast in front of him.
Your Dad is cool.
He was one of those kids who was probably not the coolest guy in highschool and
got picked on since he was really scrawny when he was a kid, and really focused
on his studies like, all the time.
Your Dad has buffed out since then, and has himself a nice pair of broad
shoulders just the right size so he wouldn’t pass of for a tool. He also has a
head of hair that some girls have called ‘dreamy’, which never made much sense
to you but it really was the only way you could describe it, and some facial
hair on his chin. He has some killer sideburns too, ones that you have been
wanting since you were like, 8. Him study all the time really paid off, seeing
as he is high up in the Apple Business, which is why you and Dirk always are
the first ones at your school with any of the new phones, computers, and music
players.
What does make him look like a tool though is his glasses, since wearing
aviators at his age is kind of lame and unprofessional, but he sticks to them
and you really won't be the one to tell him otherwise.
“Dave, why are you walking like that? Got something stuck up where the sun
don’t shine?” Damn, you thought you were hiding your limp pretty well. You
can’t tell if he is looking at you since he is wearing his shades and his
thumbs are still tapping at his phone, but you don’t look up either way.
“Me and my friend were just playing, messed up my leg I guess.” You reply
quickly and you can hear Dirk snort and wow okay when did he get there?
He is sitting at the other end of the table across from your Dad, and he has
that creepy puppet Cal hanging around his shoulders as he shoves a mouth full
of pancakes into his mouth.
It almost pains you to see Cal around his shoulders, since he normally never
brought him out around you. He knows you won't go within two feet of him when
he brought that creepy fucker out, so he normally just left him in his room so
you would willingly interact with him. Dirk has never said this was the reason
out loud, but you could put a few pieces together.
“Do you want pancakes Dave?” Your mother asks as she pours batter into the pan.
She is obviously dressed up like she has somewhere important to be, and you
think it’s kind of cool that she still willingly cooks breakfast for you guys
from time to time even though she is so busy.
“No, just bacon is fine.” You shrug, and take a seat closest to your Dad since
Cal is really eye balling you. You rub your uncovered eyes and yawn as your Mom
places a plate of four strips of bacon in front of you, and a glass of apple
juice that you start to drink from.
When your Dad finally puts his phone down, he starts shoving some eggs into his
mouth and turns his attention to you. “What’s up with you?” He raises an
eyebrow when he finishes chewing.
You simply shrug, “Same old, got shit to do, not doing it.” You take a bite of
your bacon, it breaking off with a loud ‘crunch’.
“That’s not going to get you anywhere in life kid, get shit done.” Your Dad
replies and he really doesn’t seem interested at all in what you have to say,
like at all.
You are allowed to have favorites, it’s totally cool. It’s something that you
as a human being can’t help, just as long as you don’t make it obvious. Like,
you like your Dad better than your Mom, doesn’t mean you hate your mother, you
just feel more comfortable around your Dad and view him to be a little cooler
than your mother. But, you treat them both the same. You treat both your mother
and your father with the same amount of respect and don’t make it obvious who
your favorite is because that would be lame and rude.
But, after living with them for about 16 years, you already started to catch on
that your Dad likes Dirk better. But, Dirk likes Mom better, and Mom probably
likes you better. It’s a cycle that you think keeps this family balanced in
some weird logical way since it seems that Striders do always need to be wanted
in some way or form. So, if Dirk started to like your Dad more than your Mom,
it would probably throw your mom off in some way where she wouldn’t even know
it, and the same said results would come out of any other situation.
All four of you continue your breakfast while your Mom is dropping things in
the sink and asking you to do the dishes when you are done, placing a lipstick
staining kiss on both you and you Dirk’s cheeks before sliding her designer
sunglasses from holding her hair back to her face. Her and your Dad leave
together and you and Dirk are left alone.
There is a heavy silence in the house, one that almost weighs on your shoulders
and makes you feel awkward. Well, it does make you feel awkward, but you will
blame that on the fact that Cal is still staring at you.
“You done?” You ask, picking up your plate and reaching for Dirk’s so you can
wash them like your Mom asked.
“Yeah.” He replies short and hands you his plate, which you are a little
hesitant to grab since now Cal is really staring into your soul.
You take the plates and take them over to the sink, dumping them in the soapy
water along with the rest of the dishes and start to scrub. The sound of Dirk’s
phone breaks the silence that started to get a little too heavy, and he picks
it up from the table to check it before leaving the table and into the hallway.
Guessing he is probably going into the both of your’s room, you kind of just
stare at the soapy water as you think.
What are you guys going to do? You don’t think you can handle having this kind
of relationship with your brother, it’s like now you guys are one of those
brothers on shows that hate each other and don’t think about each other’s
boners at night. You just can’t.
You have always thought Dirk took a more emotional toll on the relationship you
guys had, and it just,
Was all very confusing to you.
Like most teenagers, you don’t know what you to think, what you should think,
or what you feel.
Dirk was your brother, and even though you guys have been a lot closer than a
lot of other brothers when you were little, from Dirk holding your hand during
scary parts of movies, to Dirk climbing into your bed when it was storming
outside, he was still your brother. And you should not be this emotionally
attached to your brother.
You were hoping he would understand this, you were hoping he would understand
that you guys needed to part because you guys were getting older and nothing
could come of this relationship. You were just being the responsible one and
putting a stop to it, is all.
Hearing your door open, you started to scrub at a random dish again, Dirk
walking across the dining room all dressed out of his sleeping clothes.
“Why all dressed up?” You asked, placing the pan on the drying rack.
“Going out somewhere with Jake.” He shrugged, not even looking at you as he
started to look over himself in the hallway mirror. You raised an eyebrow.
“Jake?”
“Yeah, Jake, why?” He shot you a bit of a dirty look from the mirror before
slipping on his glasses.
“Didn’t know you got out of your socially awkward bubble in one night.” You
scoffed,
“Well, a lot of things can happen in one night.” His voice was way too heavy
for your liking. “Me and Jake made these plans last night, I dropped him off at
his place before getting you so Roxy and Jane weren’t there to ask to join in.”
He shrugged on his leather jacket, leaving it open to show off his orange hat
symbol on his tanktop.
You finished rinsing off a few soapy cups, stacking them on the drying rack
along with the pan. Wow, you really hope he’s not just doing this to try and
make you jealous or whatever. Because it’s totally not working. Nope.
Besides, you don’t even have a reason to be jealous, Jake isn’t even interested
in guys, so it’s not like Dirk is even going to get anywhere.
But would he even want to? Why WOULD he want to? Jake is a total ass to him, at
least you think so.
“Alright dude.” You shrugged, finishing off one of the last pans.
Dirk came in to rummage through the fridge, pulling out the gallon of orange
juice and taking a cup from the drying rack that you just cleaned.
You were standing next to each other, Dirk filling up his cup and you scrubbing
at a pan.
It was awkward with both of you being so awkward. Normally you two were talking
about pointless shit, playfully arguing over shitty movies, or you both had
your lips and hips pressed to each other.
Should you say something?
You should say something.
What do you say?
Shit, he’s walking away, say something.
“Dirk,” You say. He looks over his shoulder at you, his empty glass of orange
juice sitting on the counter and the jug carelessly left out. Should you
apologize? Should you bring up your reasoning? “Are you just going to leave you
shit out?” You asked, referring to the mess on the counter. Well, that was a
start.
A stupid one, but it was a start.
He simply chuckles, and tosses his cup into the sink and snatching the jug of
OJ up. “Yeah, sorry about that, bro.” He says after slamming the fridge shut.
“Yeah, and so, like,” You bring up quickly before he has the chance to run away
again, shutting off the faucet and drying your hands off on your pants.
“Sorry?” You question with a shrug, really wishing you wore your shades since
you really don’t know what to make eye contact with.
He gives another smirk, one thats almost sorrowful. “Yeah, that’s cool.” He
replied, picking up his jeans up on his hips before turning again.
“I know you are upset dude but don’t gota be a dick.” You spit, a little pissed
that he’s being childish about this.
Welp, this must be how he feels with you all the time.
“What?” He stops again, looking over his shoulder. “I don’t have to be a dick?
Me? I’m the one being the dick?” He practically laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah
Dave, sorry for being a dick. So, so fucking sorry for taking our incesteous
actions too far, I mean, it totally wasn’t going to happen, nah, I’m a total
dick for actually developing feelings for you right? Tch. Yeah bro, sorry,
won't happen again. Promise.” He’s walking out of the kitchen now, leaving you
with one more dish to clean and the sound of the door slamming shut ringing in
your ears.
===> Dave: Be Dirk.
“Did it hurt?”
Jake’s feet dangle in front of you before you look up at him, greeted with the
sight of him looking down at you from the tree branch.
“Did what hurt?” Then you snort, “I swear if you say ‘when I fell from
heaven.’”
He laughs a little, “Don’t flatter yourself Strider! I was referring to your
facial metals.” His laugh has a little snort to it, something that use to make
your heart flutter in the gayest way. You have always ignored how it still
slightly does.
“My piercings?” You shake your head, adjusting yourself on the tree so the bark
of it won't dig into your back uncomfortably. “When the guy was did it it
didn’t, but afterwards it was all sore and shit. Like with my eyebrow, just the
slightest touch would hurt like hell. But I like them, so.” You finish your
sentence with shrug.
A thud sounds when Jake jumps down from the tree, landing in front of you and
causing a bit of dirt to scatter about and onto your shoes. “What about your
lip?” He asks, a hand hesitantly reaching out to point to the ring on your lip.
“Yeah, same thing, ‘cept it felt funny to talk sometimes.” You give another
shrug and let his fingers brush against your piercing. “And then with my tongue
I had to like, teach myself how to eat for a day or two, that one was pretty
bad.”
He gives another chuckle, and it makes you smirk just a little from the fact
that your words made him laugh.
“Why do you ask? Thinking about getting some gear yourself?” He is holding onto
one of the branches from the tree, aimlessly kicking dirt and dried up leaves
around as he tears greens from the wood.
“Well, I have thought about it but that’s not why I was asking. Just curious,
trying to strike up a conversation so you don’t stray bored. Wouldn’t want that
after I have dragged you out here!” He chuckles a bit awkwardly, and drops a
few of the stray leaves on the ground, only to return his grasp back onto the
branch.
“Well, when you say it like you make it sound like you forced me.” There really
wasn’t that much you had to be talked into, after the movies on Friday you
realized how much fun having a social life really was outside of Dave. “You
should have told me we were just going to be dicking around some old ass park,
I would have so brought a blanket and a lunch so we could have some lame
picnic.”
Jake chuckles a little again, and you don’t know if that hint of red on his
cheeks are from you mentioning a picnic or just from the sun. “Well, when you
put it like that,” He said, as if repeating you, “You make it sound like this
is almost a date.” He doesn’t look at you, just watches the handfull of leaves
he had stripped from the branch flutter away from his hand.
“Context is everything.” You reply, slipping a hand into your pocket.
Oh man, what would you do if this was a date? Damn, you would have loved this a
few years ago. But, you really don’t think you want something like this now.
Not after... Not after, well, Dave.
It would be great though, Dave seemed to have moved on quicker than you ever
thought he would with John. You just don’t know if you want to treat Jake as a
rebound; that just because you just got out of whatever you want to call what
you and Dave had, that you feel the need to replace him automatically.
“How am I supposed to take that?” He asked, what could be described as an
almost playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“You could take it as, this could have been a date,” You give a shrug, “Or,
that this isn’t a date, or that, there could be some other dates planned in the
future.”
But, it would be kind of good to hang on to this attraction you know English is
developing for you. Hey, after what this dick has put you through, you totally
deserve it.
“Gee,” Green eyes flicker up at you, his teeth peeking out at you just slightly
as his smile stretches a little wider. “I like the sound of that last one.”
“Really?” You almost mimic the smile, standing up a little straighter. It’s
kind of silent between the two of you for a short while, but not the awkward
kind, just you really taking in his reaction ‘cause wow, he kinda does look
happy. “Is that your way of saying you want to go on a date?”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” He laughs a little more, releasing the now naked tree
branch fully.
Oh yeah, no way you are letting this go.
Chapter End Notes
     Hi, wow don't worry I have not forgotten about this fic.
     The next chapter is already being typed up, should be up soon!!
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
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==> John: Try to pay attention to Jade talk.
But you can’t.
You are trying really hard, you promise!
But you just can’t.
Dave totally sees you over here, right?
This is where you and a couple other people normally hang out in the morning
before school starts, so why is he over there, talking to Jake?
Maybe he didn’t notice you here?
No, he totally did.
And doesn’t he like, not like Jake?
But, you heard from Jade that there might be something going on between Jake
and Dave’s brother?
Oh! That’s what you guys are talking about right now!
“What?” You blink, leaning against one of the small tables that is scattered
about your school. “You said something about Dave’s brother and Jake dating?”
Jade pouts a bit at you with a roll of her eyes. “You weren’t listening to
anything I just said were you?”
“Totally was!” You tried to defend yourself, but no, you totally weren’t.
Jade and Jake are best friends.
Practically brother and sister.
Jake’s parents were close friends with Jade’s parents, and Jake and Jade were
always together even when they were little. After Jake’s parents died, Jade’s
parents were able to gain custody of Jake and after that they were even closer.
So, if someone was going to know all the details about Jake’s life in any shape
or form, it would be Jade.
You are pretty sure they have girl nights where they gossip and do each other’s
nails and hairs, or that’s what you like to think when you need a good laugh.
“So, what’s going on with Jake and Dirk?” You ask again.
“Well, now I don’t want to tell you!”
“Aw, come on Jade! I’ll totally listen this time, I swear!”
“Nope! Don’t want to repeat myself.” She gives her hair a little flip when she
looks the other way, and you give a groan.
“Fine, I’ll find out from someone else then.” You mumble to yourself, and you
glance back over at Jake and Dave.
What could they be talking about for this long?
Maybe Dave is just trying to get some information on his brother’s possible
boyfriend? Dave and Dirk are pretty close too, but you know he really, really
doesn’t like Jake. You are surprised Dave didn’t throw a fit or something when
he found out about it!
Dave could just be giving him a chance.
But couldn’t Dave give him a chance sometime else? You guys don’t get to hang
out much during school save gym and art class. Sometimes you can get out of
your engineering class when you finish your work and sneak into Dave’s lunch.
But other than that, yeah, mornings are a pretty big deal to you.
Now, if you were ONE OF THOSE kind of boyfriend, you would assume that Dave
probably gets bored of you during school since you aren’t really that
comfortable with doing couple things in public just yet, so he’s probably out
for a hunt for someone who isn’t a total lame-o and will want to do things like
hold his hand in the hallway, and like, random pecks on the cheek and junk.
But, you aren’t that kind of boyfriend, so everything is totally cool!
Perfectly fine.
===> John: Be Dirk.
“He did what?” You raise an eyebrow after taking a swing of your chocolate
milk, leaning against the lunch table.
“Dave, your identical sibling, was chatting with me this morning.” Jake gave a
shrug, “You told him about our evening Sunday?” He gives you a slightly
confused look.
“No, actually I didn’t. Well, I told him beforehand that I was going to chill
with you, but when I got home Dave was asleep so I didn't even get the chance
to say anything really, if I were to.” But, you really weren’t planning on it,
seeing as you don’t really want to hear about John at all either. “What did he
talk to you about anyways?”
“Well, he started out the conversation normally, simple hello, how do you do
kind of show, and then he got all serious. Well, you two already appear serious
enough, but he just seemed more determined and tense. I never knew Dave was
very protective of you.”
Yeah, more like Dave is a 5-year-old brat not wanting to share his toys, even
after he was done playing with them.
“I guess.” You shrug, spinning your fork around in your fruit cup in a bored
matter. “Okay well, at least he didn’t say anything weird, right?”
Jake gives you a look, his green eyes darting around with his lips pressed
closed firmly as if he doesn’t want to say something.
“Oh my god, he said something weird, didn't he?” You hide your face in your
hands with a dramatic sigh and the bell sounds off for the end of lunch.
“Only a tad!” Jake’s voice sounds a bit panicked after the bell is done
piercing your eardrums, and you both stand up from the table and proceed to
leave the lunchroom side by side. “He said something about getting a mouthful
of his fist if I ever injure your heart again?”
Oh fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck he didn't.
Holy fuck he did.
Fuck.
He looks at you as if waiting for some kind of reply as you two continue to
walk, but your brain is too busy panicking at the moment to say anything at all
really. Fuck, he’s going to ask y-
“What did he mean by ‘again’ Dirk?” Jake stops in front of you when you two
exiting the double doors, now off to the side of other hallway traffic of the
school.
Fuck, what do you say? You don’t even want to talk about that, let alone tell
Jake that something that fucking stupid bothered you to the point you cried
yourself to sleep. “I have no idea what he was talking about dude.” You lie,
and you don’t make eye contact with him even from behind your shades.
“Dirk,” Fuck he doesn’t believe you, you can tell by the tone in his voice. He
places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a very soft, slight smile. “I’m
not so sure what I’ve done in the past to wound you, but whatever I did I give
you my most sincere apologies.” Oh wow, you seem to be able to make really good
eye contact with him now. “At the moment, I would like you to give me a chance
and a lot of your trust, and to not let whatever your brother may think of me
get in the way because honest to goodness my only intentions are to make you
happy.” Okay, you are going to need to drink a bottle of bug repellent to get
these butterflies out of your stomach, god damn.
“Oh, well like,” You shrug, and fuck what a pussy you can feel yourself
slightly blushing as his hand slides down your arm and grabs hold of your hand.
“yeah, actually, that sounds pretty cool.”
He gave another small smile, and gives a squeeze of your hand, and right before
you are about to pull him in a bit closer for some sappy kind of hug, you feel
a strong push on your shoulder when someone else’s shoulder bumps into you, and
it breaks the connection of the both of yours hands.
You look behind you when the fucker didn’t even apologize, and shoot a strong
glare at the back of the blue hood that was perched on the dude’s head.
“Asshole.” You mumble to yourself, and when you turn back to face Jake he is
gone.
===> Dave: Pull down your hood.
What the fuck was that all about?
They were holding fucking hands?
Didn't he like, just confess to Dirk yesterday?
Jake is moving way too fast to want to have good intentions with Dirk, but you
know he is going to be way too lovestruck to realize it.
He will thank you later for bumping into him before anything dumb could happen.
You aren't doing this stuff for yourself, pft, no way. You are preventing Dirk
and Jake from getting together because Jake is simply no good for Dirk, not
because you are jealous or whatever.
Why would you even be jealous? You obviously have no reason to be, you have
John, why woul-
Speaking of John.
“Dave!” John smiles widely as he bumps next to you, and your feel his hand
brush against yours as he laces his fingers with yours.
You look down at the hands, then back at John, then back at the hands, then
back at John.
“Yo, John, if you want everyone to think that we are best bros, then hand
holding in the hallway aint really som-” He cuts you off by pressing a quick
peck cheek, pulling away with a smile.
“I don’t care if people know dude.” You can’t help but feel your face heat up
the slightest from how slightly embarrassed John looks despite smiling so big,
and he swings your hands while you both walk. “I feel like holding my
boyfriend’s hand, so I will! I’m not some lame-o who is like, ashamed of his
own boyfriend, so don’t ever think that! Okay?”
You don’t know if that twist in your stomach is from the way John is making you
feel or from guilt.
Chapter End Notes
     Ah, not too happy with this chapter, but the next one should be a lot
     better!
***** Chapter 7 *****
==> John: Notice something is wrong with Dave
You just finished up the last of your homework, Dave somehow being able to
finish his a whole lot faster than you were able to, and he is now laying out
on your bed. He has been staring up at you ceiling for a long while now, and
even though he has his shades on, you know he probably has a distant look in
his eye.
You climb onto the bed next to him, not necessarily curling up next to him, but
more so curling up near him.
“Daaaaave.”
“What?”
“Daaaave.”
“Dude, what?”
“What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing is wrong.”
“Something is wrong!”
“Dude, nothing is wrong.”
“Yes, something is wrong.”
“No, dude shut up.”
“Dave, I’m going to scratch your tummy.”
“What? No, don’t.”
“I’m gonna scratch your tummy, it’s going to happen!”
“Dude- oh my god- stop, I swear to god don’t- jesus...”
You can physically feel Dave relax under your touch as your fingers brush his
shirt up, and are now trailing along his abdomen. Your nails gently and
soothingly scratch against his skin, slowly brushing back and forth over his
belly button and a few hairs that dip below his pants. You can feel the
goosebumps he gets whenever you change directions, as well as feel the way his
stomach pushing in and out with every slow and calm breath he takes.
“Wow, fuck you, let me be in a bad mood.” He mumbles, pushing his glasses up so
he can rest his forearm against his eyes as you continue to stock his stomach.
Letting just the tips of your fingers now draw gentle circles against his skin,
you give a small pout even though he can’t see it. “Dave, talk to me! I am so
ready to listen, I was born ready for to listen to you bitch, I am prepared.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, just shhh.” His free hand blindly reaches out
for your face, as if attempting to pap it, but you lean away from it.
“What? You always want to talk about everything dude! Seriously, you never shut
up about anything, even when no one is around you just sit there mumbling to
yourself.” Your hand stops and just rests on his stomach. “Or, do you just not
want to talk about it with me?”
He gives a simple shrug, and you sigh.
What if it was about Jake? And that’s why he doesn’t want to talk about it?
You aren’t even sure why you are letting yourself get like this! Dave is with
you, not Jake, if Dave wanted to be with someone else he would totally say
something!
Wouldn’t he?
“Dave?”
“John.”
“I really like you!”
“Yeah dude, I really like you too. Kind of why we are in a relationship.”
“I know, I just wanted to let you know and junk...”
“Why?”
“Do I have to have a reason? Maybe I just want to remind you! Because that’s
how much I like you!”
Dave raises his arm from his face, raising an eyebrow at you. You turn on your
stomach, and hide your face into your bed.
“Dude, what’s up with you?” He asks, and you can feel him shift next to you.
“Nothing, you don’t want to talk to me, so I won't talk to you!” You spat with
a little attitude, but honestly it didn’t even seem like you were all that mad.
But you were!
“Come on, I said I don’t want to talk about one thing, not that I don’t want to
talk to you at all. Let’s talk about something else, like how huge your ass
is.” You felt a swift smack placed on your butt cheek closest to Dave, and you
flinched violently as well as letting out a loud squeal. “Come here, let’s be
in bad moods together.”
While clenching your slightly sore butt check, you turn to face Dave with a
slight pout, and before you can complain he stabs your lips with his own once.
“You are such a loser.” You roll your eyes, not having much to say, and he
wraps an arm around you to pull you closer.
“Takes one to know one.” He mumbles into your hair, and you adjust next to him
so your face is being shoved into his collar bones as well as giving you access
to wrap your arms around his torso.
“More like ‘to date one’, seriously, why am I even with you?” You said with a
hint of sarcasm in your voice, and Dave gave your back a slight pinch.
So of course you pinch him back, which then makes Dave pinch you back as well.
You see where this is going after a few more pinches in various spots, and Dave
has you pinned to the bed as you try and fight him off. He silences your
demands for him to get off because “ohmygod Dave you way like a fucking ton!!!”
with his fingers ghosting against your sides, and you break into a fit of
giggles, kicking your feet madly under him.
“Say it,” He says, devilish smirk tugging at his lips “Say ‘I’m Dave Strider’s
bitch and have a horrible taste in mo- aw, fuck!” He hisses when your arms
start to flail because ‘Dave! Daave I can’t breath hahaha!!!’ and his fingers
leave your sides to tend to his eye you just hit.
After catching your breath, you push him off you, and he throws his hands up in
the air. “I give, I give.”
“Wow, lame.” You roll your eyes, crawling on top of him anyways and hovering
over him to press your lips against his, but the faint sound of vibration stops
the attack before it could take place. “It seems like your pants are vibrating
sir.” You point out, and he reaches into his front pocket to pull out his
phone.
You look over to peer at his screen, then take it from his hand and roll off
him.
“Huh? Who is this? What’s her name? Is she prettier than me, huh? Are her boobs
bigger than mine? Huh?” You joke, trying to mimic one of those over protective
girlfriends, but still looking at his screen. “Oh, it’s just your brother.” You
shrug when you see the orange text, and his hand quickly shoots for his phone.
But, you are quicker, and hold it out of his reach, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Dude, give it to me.” Dave stretches over you, hand reaching for his phone but
you hold it away from him farther. “Seriously John, give me my phone back.” He
all but hisses at you, his fingers wiggling to get to his phone.
Why is this such a big deal? You go through Dave’s phone all the time, and he
goes through yours, it’s just a thing!
He has something to hide.
You know it.
“Why, something to hide Dave? Hm??” You try to sound like you are joking, so he
won't get upset if he really isn’t hiding anything, and you try and push him
off you.
“John, fuck, I’m serious dude, give it back, it might be important.”
“Alright, I’ll let you know!” You successfully push him off you, and roll of
your bed, Dave scrambling above you.
“Oh my god, John!” He all but screeches as you pick yourself up and sprint out
of your room, hearing a ‘thud!’ as Dave falls of your bed.
You aren't sure exactly where you are going, but you hurriedly jog down your
stairs, one foot for each step and one right after the other before you can
hear Dave behind you. You stop in your living room, looking over your shoulder
as you try and type in Dave’s pass-code as fast as you can.
“Haha, I got i- Dave, holy shit don’t-!!!” You spin around, seeing Dave trying
to take a short cut and jump off the side of your stairs, like he actually has
the coordination to pull of such a stunt like in the movies, and the table with
pictures and precious memories pressed up against the Stair case breaks his
fall.
The only think you have time to do in that time frame is drop Dave’s phone as
you throw your hands up, the crash and crunches of pictures and a vase being
crushed under the blonde’s weight timing up perfectly with the movements before
he rolls off the table and lands on the floor.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
===> Dirk: Pick up a box of tools.
“Why do you suddenly want your own room?” Jane asked when she was finished
dusting down your desk, where Roxy was trying to teach Jake how to properly use
your tools to take it apart.
You simply give a shrug. “It’s getting cramped in here,” You gesture to the
large amount of space you have in the room as Jane grabs a box as well. “And I
think me and Dave are getting too old to be sharing a room, man has to have his
privacy.” You lie, and you and Jane head out of the room to drop the boxes off
in the guest room.
“Well, alright then.” Jane adjusts the box in her hands, and she looks over her
shoulder as you guys enter the room. “Dirk?” She asks in a low whisper, setting
the box down in front of her.
“Yeah?” You answer back in an even lower whisper, playing along sarcastically.
“Can I ask you something?” She asks before he face goes a little red. “And if
I’m mistaken don’t like, freak out or whatever because I would assume something
like this! I’m just curious is all.”
“Yeah, me and Jake kind of like each other.” You answer without looking up from
the box you are busy unloading, and you don’t have to see her reaction to know
she is giving you a bit of a dirty look.
“Uhg, I hate it when you do that! You can read minds or something.” You could
practically hear the pout in her voice and you snort a little.
“No, you are just easy to read.” You say, glancing up to flash her a quick
smirk.
“But, are you guys dating?” She asks, starting to unpack her box as well.
Before you can open your mouth to answer, your phone starts buzzing.
About fucking time Dave replied to you.
You had sent him a message a while ago asking what time he would be home, so
you would know how fast you should be working and-
This isn’t Dave.
 
TG: dirk!
 
TG: dirk oh man!
TG: dirk 911!
TG: 911!
TT: Whoa.
TT: Who is this?
TG: it’s john!
TG: dave is hurt really bad man!
TG: i took his phone, and i ran, right?
TG: and he was chasing after me!
TG: and then he tried pulling this stunt to catch up to me faster!
TT: He jumped off the side of your stairs and landed on that table you have
pushed up against the staircase?
TG: whoa.
TG: uh.
TG: yeah, how did you know?
TT: He did the same shit two years ago when we were at some relative’s house.
TT: Did you call for an ambulance?
TG: yeah!
TT: Is Dave conscious?
TG: uh, sort of.
TG: he’s just groaning and moaning, and kind of moving from side to side.
TG: hes in a lot of pain.
TT: Yeah, I could imagine.
TT: Don’t leave him and make sure he doesn’t close his eyes or anything until
the ambulance gets there, I’m on my way.
==> Dirk: Leave the hospital.
So, Dave is going to live.
He broke his arm, and has a hell lot of cuts in his back. But, nothing is going
to permanently damage him, though he’s going to be sore for a while and needs
lots of bed rest.
He didn’t seem too happy when the four of you showed up, adding to John and
John’s Dad already being there, making the room kind of cramped. But you don’t
really think Dave had a problem with everything being cramped, just more so
Jake being there.
It seemed like John didn’t like Jake being there that much either, and you are
starting to wonder when everyone started to dislike Jake.
Your parents were informed, and your Dad is apparently in Florida right now for
an important meeting, but your mother is coming home tonight for Dave. This
will make things a little better, since you really do not want to be checking
up on Dave every hour or so, no matter how selfish of you that sounds.
John’s Dad has kindly offered to drive you, Dave, and Roxy home, since you
ended up taking Jane’s car to the hospital, who was taking Jake home since it
was on the way to her house.
“Did it hurt?” Roxy asked, poking at the orange cast on Dave’s arm.
“Nah, I passed out because of how blissful it made me feel, I was floating on
cloud nine, let me tell you.” Dave replied, not a hint of sarcasm lingering in
his voice but you all knew it was there.
“That’s what you get for being an idiot!” John was quick to turn his head
around to face the three of you squished in the back seat of Mr.Egbert’s car.
“That’s what you get for taking my phone.” You can tell Dave is a little upset,
though no one else can probably tell.
“You were being over dramatic!”
“You were being a douche.”
“You should’ve just let me seen who it was!”
“You should just respected my privacy.”
“You should stop being so secretive!”
“You should stop being so open.”
John pouts, eyebrows pushed together as he turns back around, arms crossed over
his chest like a five year old.
The tension is heavy in the car, almost suffocating, and through the rear-view
mirror you can see Mr.Egbert doesn't know how to handle it as much as any of
you.
“Now now boys, I am just proud you were able to handle the situation so well!
It is a good thing Dave got to the hospital in time, and was able to be seen
immediately. You knew exactly what to-” Mr.Egbert was cut off by a dramatic
huff from John, taking it that he should probably stop talking, which is what
he did.
Damn, you never knew John could be such a brat.
“Uh, thanks for the ride Mr.E!” Roxy is quick to unbuckle her seatbelt, and
rudely climb right over you and out of the car when you pulled up to her house,
door slamming loudly behind her.
You adjusted in your seat a little more, resting your elbow up on door of the
car and resting your chin on your fist as you wait out the awkward silence some
more. You eye Dave out of the corner of your eye, and he’s just looking out the
window much like yourself.
Glad to finally being out of that fucking car, you climb out of the vehicle
after throwing a thank you to John’s Dad, and you and Dave walk up the path to
the house.
“I’m in the middle of moving shit, so you might want to lay out on the couch
until I’m done.” You bring up after unlocking the door, holding it open for
Dave who walked in.
“Alright, what are you moving?” He asked, kicking off his shoes.
“My shit out.” You walk ahead of him, keeping your shoes on and heading into
the kitchen.
“Whoa, what?” You open up the fridge, grabbing the jug of apple juice and a
cup.
“I’m going to get my own room. Is there a problem?”
“Well, dude, I mean, we’ve been sharing a room since we were born.”
“Yeah, I’m aware, I was kind of, there.” You hand off the glass to him,
shrugging out of your jacket.
“Why so suddenly?”
“I’m sure you know ‘why so suddenly’.”
“Are you really being like this?”
“Sorry dude, I know it’s all my fault, we already went over this.”
“No, really, we didn’t. We didn’t go over anything, you just stood there
feeding me bullshit.”
“Oh, I fed you bullshit? Really? I’m the bullshit provider here?” You shake
your head, turning on your heels.
You don’t want to have this conversation right now, you really don’t. You don’t
really know when you are ever going to want this conversation, but right now,
you really don’t.
==> Dirk: Be the guy with the broken arm.
You are now the guy with the broken arm being shown affection and aggression.
“I warned you about the stairs Dave, I warned you.” Your mother repeated for
about the 5th time in the past half hour, hold your face against her as she
stroked your hair. You are starting to regret wanting Mom to come back home,
all you want to do is go lay down and sleep for the rest of your life. “I was
so worried, you could have seriously hurt yourself, were you just trying to
show off to your little boyfriend?”
Whoa, wait.
You yank your head back, eyebrows pushed together as your heart skipped a
beat.“What? Mom, John... John isn’t my, boyfriend...”
She pulls away as well, the eyebrow raise obvious since her designer sunglasses
were pushing back her bangs. “Really? You sure?”
“Mom, what, who... who told you this?” You really weren’t that ready to come
out to your parent.
Well, you really weren’t ready to come out to your Dad. You know he will say he
accepts you, but...
“Nobody I guess; mother's intuition.” She shrugged, her hands finding her way
to your face again and pushing your hair out of your face. “You know you can
tell me, right? You really don’t have to be nervous sweetie, me and your father
will accept you no matte-”
“Mom!” You shouted in annoyance, groaning as you shooed her hand away with your
orange cast on your arm.
“Right, right, whenever you are ready to tell me, I understand sweetie, it’s
okay.” You gave another groan as she continued to speak, and she gave you a big
lipstick stained kiss on your cheek. “Go lay down and decided with your brother
what you want to eat, I’ll get you guys whatever you guys want.” Okay, that’s
more like it.
“Dirk said he was in the mood for Taco Bell earlier, so we can go with that.”
You lied, a little too ticked off with Dirk to really care what he wanted.
“I can do that, now go lay down or you're going to be sore later.” She gives
you a supportive pap on you bum and sends you off.
As you are walking in your room, you notice that damn, Dirk really isn’t
sharing a room with you anymore.
This will probably be a bigger change to deal with then dealing with the
absence of Dirk’s touch.
It’s easier to deal with you and Dirk not boning every other night, since you
have John to distract you from that. But, with this, you have legitimately lost
Dirk.
You wont see Dirk when you wake up, you wont see Dirk when your going to bed,
you wont see any of his shit laying around, hell, you might want to take
advantage of the little scent he left behind, as creepy as that sounds.
The only thing you can really think of right now is how much this is going to
suck, real bad.
“Hey,” Dirk says, passing by your - just your’s- door, “I can help you move
some of your stuff around the empty spaces where my shit was later if you want,
but I’m leaving right now, so.”
“Where are you going?” You ask, turning on your heals, your sore muscles
tightening.
“Hanging out with Jake.” He replies, walking by the door out of your sight.
“But you just saw him three hours ago.” You but in strongly, poking your head
out the door.
“Yeah, and I’m going to see him again.” Attitude is heavy in his voice, “Don’t
wait up for me.” He tucks his helmet under his arm, the door slamming shut
behind him.
Chapter End Notes
     Like I said before, I have a million+ ways I could have this story
     end, or continue going on, so I may be updating the tags soon! but,
     then again I don't want to spoil anything right now, so I may just
     post a few trigger warnings in the beginning of the chapter?
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     TW: bullying and language that may be offensive
===> Dirk: Stop being nervous.
But you can’t, shit.
You’ve never had this problem before, at least not with Dave. Sure, Dave was a
little different, but this is just all strange and new to you. You have always
been a very confident person, always so sure of yourself, and knew exactly what
was going to happen where and when.
But now, your brain is just all stupid.
You and Jake just got done playing paintball, where he totally kicked your ass
in 5 different ways because shit he’s good with a gun, and after you guys went
to go get something to eat, stopping at BK since it was cheap and simple. Then,
after that you decided to go hang out at Jake's house, where you guys also hung
out with Jade for a little bit, but, after a while she locked herself in her
room to study, leaving you and Jake out in his living room.
Alone.
In dim lighting.
After what was pretty much a date.
Where else could this lead to?
Conversation between the two of you seem to be low, and you can practically
feel the awkward coming off Jake, just like you can feel his thigh touching
yours. There’s a light blush on his cheeks, and a half smile as he keeps
darting his eyes to and from you, and you are wondering if you are going to
have to be the one to make a move.
But, he does beat you to it, shifting a little in his seat, he slowly starts to
lean in, and your heart feels really, really tight in your chest. Of course,
you lean in as well, what feels like ages before both of your lips finally
touching.
It was,
nice?
It felt a bit off.
Not because Jake was a bad kisser, no he was alright.
But, like this is something you really should not be doing.
It just felt wrong.
All wrong.
You can’t explain why but oh my god you don’t know if you should continue doing
this.
Pulling away, you see Jake’s eyes open a little wider, green emeralds look at
you a little confused.
“Is everything alright?” He asks, voice a little quiet before he looks a bit
shocked. “My breath doesn’t smell bad, does it? Oh dear, I am terribly sorry
chap.” His hand goes to cover over his mouth, embarrassment clear over his
face.
No no, this can’t be right, it shouldn’t feel like this.
You shake your head, moving Jake’s hand out of the way and gripping onto his
wrist, kissing him once more.
Okay, okay this feels a little better now.
Still weird, but more enjoyable.
You feel him relax a little under the kiss, and he starts kissing you back,
hand going limp in your hand which you release. The hand that was holding his
now rests on his thigh, not in a seducing sexy way, just in a natural calming
way.
The kiss deepens a little when Jake brings a hand up to your face, your lips
brushing past his for a lingering touch. Both of your lips press against each
other a little longer, and you can feel a gentle breath being let out from his
nose.
Okay, yeah this is starting to get really nice, you don’t know what you were
worried about.
You guys continue to trade kisses, lips just lingering against each other for
as long as you please and shit this could be your new favorite activity.
==> Dirk: Be John.
Would this be considered a fight?
No, you guys were just a little upset by it.
Dave probably forgot all about it!
It wasn’t even your fault.
You just,
wanted to see what was on his phone, is all!
Because you are an insecure, horrible boyfriend who has major trust issues and
is too afraid to be hurt and lets it get in the way of said relationship.
Man, now you feel like shit.
And when you feel like shit, you go to Dave.
But you are feeling like shit because of Dave, so now what do you do?
 
-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
 
EB: rose!
EB: rose, i know you are online.
TT: Excellent observation skills John.
TT: Is Dave alright? I heard from Roxy he had a little accident?
TT: I attempted to pester him but he’s not online at the moment.
EB: yeah yeah he’s fine, all is dandy and he just has a bit of a broken arm.
EB: anyways!
EB: do you think i’m a bad boyfriend?
TT: No?
EB: i feel like i am!!
TT: Why is that?
EB: because, i don’t trust dave!
EB: you know how dave got all messed up right?
TT: I heard you took his phone, and he was chasing you for it?
EB: yeah!
EB: i took it because i wanted to see his text messages.
EB: and we normally do that as a joke, you know?
EB: and we don’t actually read anything, it’s just ironic and junk.
EB: but this time i really wanted to read what he has on his phone.
TT: Why is that?
EB: because i don’t trust dave!
TT: And, why do you not trust him?
EB: i think he might have a thing going on with jake.
TT: English?
EB: yeah!
TT: That doesn’t sound very possible.
TT: Dave does like you a lot, he wouldn’t be one to cheat, at least I do not
think so.
EB: really?
TT: Plus, Dave has complained about Jake on several occasions.
TT: He doesn’t seem to be too found of Jake.
EB: maybe things have changed!
EB: i saw them talking the other day.
EB: and,
EB: like this other time.
EB: um.
EB: okay but that one time they were like, really talking!
EB: like talking up a storm!
TT: John, are you only basing this off of one glimpse of the two of them
interacting?
EB: well,
Just as you are about to continue to tap at your phone, you get a notification
that someone else is trying to pester you.
EB: brb!!!
Opening up the other pesterchum window, you are faced with this,
-- Anonymous began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
faggot
there shouldn’t be people like you at our school
nobody wants you here
you are the reason the world is going to shit
fags were meant to die
nobody would care if you died
you must make your dad so disappointed
he has a faggot for a son i feel bad for him
i would hate my son if he was gay
he probably hates you too
dont show up to school if you know whats good for you cunt
-- Anonymous stopped pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
What?
Who was this?
You are so confused.
EB: uh, rose, sorry, but i have to go now!
EB: i’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?
EB: thanks for the help!
--ectoBiologist [EB] stopped pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --
==> Dirk: Wake up to get ready for school.
You like your new room.
You didn’t mind sharing a room with Dave back when it wasn’t 3 different kinds
of awkward being in the same room as him, but you also have always been one to
like your own space.
Though, you aren’t so sure about Dave, who really doesn’t like to be left alone
for too long.
Which, is only proven more when you walk out of your room to be greeted with a
blonde boy with an orange cast on his arm, sleeping on the floor outside of
your room.
A loud, sloppy snore comes from his mouth, his head laying back on the floor
and his body spread out in awkward positions, blocking most of the hallway.
This hasn’t happened in so long, you forgot it is still an issue with Dave.
You and Dave have been pretty much attached to the hip since you guys were
born. One time, when you were little, you accidentally fell asleep out on the
couch, and the next morning you found Dave asleep on the floor next to the
couch. When you woke him up, he didn’t remember walking out into the living
room at all, so you drew the conclusion to sleepwalking. Another time, you
slept over your friend’s house, and the next day your mother told you that he
woke up sleeping next to the front door, not remembering how he ended up there.
You thought it was cute.
He couldn’t sleep comfortably without you, how could you not?
Does this mean subconsciously he still cares for you?
You never really thought Dave didn’t care for you, just,
kind of got tired of you?
He never had a problem with any of this, ever. So why all of a sudden? Is it
because John is better than you?
He probably just likes John better than you, you can’t really do anything about
that.
Still, he should have not been cheating on you behind your back.
Would that count as cheating?
You guys never talked about that, since it never came up.
Because it was never a problem before.
You probably should move Dave, seeing as he is going to be hells sore when he
wakes up, with his back being all fucked up.
Squatting down next to Dave, you gently push at his shoulder, “Dave... Dave...
Wake up.” You repeat, still he groggily groans.
“Mom... Doc said.... I need to stay home...” He mumbles, slowly moving onto his
side with obvious pain.
“Yes deary, now, let’s get you into your actual bed.” Mimicking Mom, you grab
under his arm. “C’mon Dave, you can go back to sleep soon.”
He sounds more awake now, eyes peaking slightly open to show off slits of red.
“Huh?” Dave moves with you, cautiously helping himself up. You see him analyze
the situation, slight pain still obvious on his face.
“You were sleepwalking, like you use to.” You shortly explain and help lead
Dave to his room as he takes slow, sleepy steps. Holding the door open for him,
he rubs his eyes, slightly limping to his bed.
“Shit... thought I was over that... sorry man.”
“Don’t know why you are apologizing, you are the one that has to deal with sore
back now. I gota get ready for school, but get some sleep, alright?” Though you
aren’t even sure if he heard you, seeing as he’s out like a light.
You are standing near his bed, sighing lightly pulling his blanket up over his
body more securely. Looking around, you notice how empty the room is. How
lonely it must feel for Dave. Dave doesn’t like to be alone, you know he hates
it, and you knew he was probably going to feel like this when you moved out,
though you didn’t care.
God, you are such a shitty brother.
You really are, holy hell.
Suddenly, you aren’t so mad at Dave anymore, you don’t dislike him as much as
you did; or, you never did in the first place.
Leaning down, you press your lips to Dave’s forehead, turning on your heels to
get ready for school.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     lmao you probs thought i forgot about this
===> Dave: Open your eyes.
You open your eyes wide when you hear Dirk leave the room, slapping your good
hand over your forehead where your brother just kiss.
Shit.
SHIT.
Why would he do that?
That,
That fucker.
Holy shit.
You.
Just.
Are about,
It’s all,
Fuck.
You can’t do this.
You can’t handle this.
Your face has never been this hot.
Why are you like this? It’s just a kiss on the forehead, you and Dirk have done
way worse.
Way worse.
He’s scratched you, bitten you, spanked you, shoved you hard, pushed into you
hard, pulled your hair, and you’ve done all of the above to him, so, why is
this such a big deal? It’s giving you a horrible, horrible feeling in your
stomach, making it turn and twist and bubble and oh god you are going to throw
up holy shit.
Okay, you don’t throw up but still.
This is terrible.
This is terrible but you want him to do it again.
You want his lips all over you.
“Jesus...” You grumble to yourself, turning on your stomach and resting your
face in your pillow, hoping to go to sleep and waking up thinking it was just a
dream.
===> Dirk: Kiss your boyfriend more to get it out of your head.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was a kiss on the forehead, why does it have you so worked up?
You just, haven’t really been that close to Dave in a while?
It was like, his scent, his skin, how peaceful he looked sleeping, and all the
lovely memories came back to you fast, and hard.
Stop. Okay, stop, you have a flushed Jake pressing his lips all over your face
as you lay out in the back of Jane’s car in the school’s parking lot, which,
isn’t really the kindest place for you to be doing this since she kindly drove
you, Roxy, and Jake to school this morning. But, a man’s gota do what a man’s
gota do.
“Dirk, is this really the best place for this?” Jake breaths a bit of a chuckle
as you drag your lips down his throat, letting them linger there.
“Yeah, why not?” You question, your hands on his sides bringing him closer
against you. “It’s fine, we got time before school starts.
“Yeah, but, you don’t feel this is a smidge bit, uhm...” His voice is raspy and
low as you tug down his shirt a bit, nipping at his collar bone. “Fast?”
Oh god.
You can’t afford for Jake to be wussing out right now, or you are going to have
Dave in your mind all damn day.
“Are you uncomfortable with this dude?” But of course, you aren’t an animal, if
he is uncomfortable, you are going to stop.
“Well, no, no...” You look up from his collarbone, raising an unconvinced
eyebrow over your shades, and he blushes a bit. “Okay, yes, a tad.” He leans
back a bit off you and sitting up instead of hovering over you. Mimicking his
movements, you lean against the inside of the door, trying to fix your hair
without a mirror. “I feel like that was going a bit... too fast?”
“Yeah man, no need to defend yourself, I get it.”
“And, you are the first guy I have ever had romantic feelings for! And
typically when I have romantic feelings for another, sexual attraction comes
easy...” He continued to speak, this really catches your attention, and you
stop fixing your hair mid stroke.
“Comes easy? So, are you saying it doesn’t?” You tilt your head a bit, obvious
a little confused as your eyebrows push together.
“Well, no! You see--”
“Are you not attracted to me?”
“You are taking this the wrong way Dirk! I have a very, very heavy feeling for
you in my heart! But--”
“Just not your dick, right?”
“Well... I,” He pauses, a bit of a sad look in his green, green eyes. After a
moment of his silence, he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck.
===> Dirk: Try to totally respect that after school.
You try to totally respect the fact that your boyfriend isn’t sexually
attracted to you, you mean, you can’t help that, and neither can he.
But, still.
A relationship without sex?
You know its possible for some people, but you aren’t too sure you can do that
and still respect Jake’s boundaries.
But man, doesn’t that make you seem like a total tool?
Like “Hey man, I can’t be with you any more because I need sex.”
But, if sex is a big part of your relationship standards, there is nothing
wrong with it, just like there is nothing wrong with Jake not needing sex to be
in a relationship.
Sighing, you shift through your backpack for your keys, and unlocki-- Wow,
okay, it’s already unlocked. You could have sworn you locked it when you left
this morning?
As you enter in the house, you stop for a second, analyzing your surroundings.
There are unfamiliar shoes by the front door, and a blue backpack thrown lazily
on top of them, and you can see that the rug is a little scuffed up, probably
due to someone slightly tripping over it who is not too familiar with their
surroundings. And empty cup sits on the table, half full, and you can see a few
crumbs on the table. Seeing as Dave is totally bedridden, you can only come to
one conclusion, someone who is not Dave is in the house.
“Yo, Dave?” You call out, and here a lot of shuffling coming from the both of
yo... you mean, Dave’s room, and you walk down the hallway, fixing the carpet
with your foot as you did.
Giving Dave’s door one knock, you open it and then stop.
“Opps!” A familiar voice squeaks, and a head of black hair lifts up from your
brothers crotch and a blanket is quick to cover what was once in the blue-eyed
boy’s, and he flashes you an awkward smile.
“Oh, hey man.” Dave, totally unphased by you just walking in on his boyfriend
giving him head, glances over at you with unshaded eyes. Shit, he was close,
you know that look in his eyes and that light flush on his cheeks that trails
all the way up to his ears. Happens right before his head cranks back and his
fingers grip the sheets as his toes curl and...
“Yeah, sorry, check back on you later.” You nod your head, closing the door
quickly behind you and staying on the other side of the door.
Aw fuck.
You are hard.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Wow, cliffhanger!!!
===> Dave: Hear the shower be turned on.
God, what a pervert.
You know Dirk only masturbates when he’s in the shower, and he never takes
showers after school so, barely seeing John sucking you off must have given him
a hard on.
Though, you can’t really call him a pervert, seeing as the only reason you
encouraged John to suck you off was because you kind of had hopes that Dirk
would come home soonish and maybe come to check up on you. Just a little pay
back of making you all up and confused in the morning with that damn forehead
kiss.
“Uh, should I continue?” John looks over at you, removing the blanket from your
crotch, grasping the base of your cock.
You shrug, and nod your head. “Go for it man, if you want.” Though you hope he
does, cause you were kind of close. You are surprised you didn’t shoot right
when Dirk made eye contact with you. When John goes back to using his mouth,
which he has improved greatly on, you simply put your hand on his head and
groan, your head tilting back a bit.
The shower is still going, and you can’t help but think about what Dirk might
be doing in there. You are 98% positive its not showering, that’s for sure.
Does he finger himself when he masturbates? You know he does when he use to put
on a show for you, but of course he was just putting on a show for you.
God, those shows. You wouldn’t call Dirk’s voice beautiful, but it sure did get
you going.
You remember one time, there was music playing, and you could still hear his
voice over it while he was up against the wall, his pants riding low and
unbuttoned as his hand slide down his chest and his body rolled against the
wall. He would make eye contact with you every time his hand dipped down into
his pants, making you think he was going to touch himself, but it would either
come back up or brush against his thigh. God what a tease.
His body was pretty toned, he had muscles in good places that would flex when
he would move, especial while he was tugging down his pants until his cock was
exposed and... and--
Oh shit.
John pulls off your dick, covering his hand in his mouth as he’s in a coughing
fit, a lot of your jizz flying from his mouth into his hand as he does.
“Oh, fuck, sorry dude.” You panic a bit, and quickly reach over for the tissues
by your bed before your freeze, every muscle in your body tensing up and
groaning loudly. Oh, right, you were sore as fuck.
John sees you in pain, so he reaches over for himself, grabbing the tissues
with his free hand and taking a few from the box.
“Geez man!” He coughs out a few more time, cleaning himself off. “Give a guy a
warning.”
“I know, I know, fuck.” You groan a bit as you relax back into a not moving too
much state. “It just sprung up on me I swear.” You catch a bit of a cocky spark
in his eyes, and you will continue to let him think it’s because of how good he
is getting with the BJs.
Because you certainly weren’t going to tell him it was because you were
thinking about your brother.
“Do you want me to do you? You could like, I don’t know, sit on my chest and
fuck my face or whatever.” You shrug, looking over at him and he shakes his
head, putting you back in your pants.
“No! It’s okay, though I’ll totally take you up on that offer once you are
feeling better.” He gives your stomach a kiss while he is down there, and comes
up to lay next to you, being very gentle with placing his body.
You guys lay in silence for a bit, John’s head gently resting on your chest. He
is running his fingers against your stomach, slowly drawing circles on your
skin as guilt slowly stars to eat inside of you.
You can’t keep doing this to John, you can’t.
===> Dave: Be John.
You are now John and there is a pressing feeling on your bladder.
“Be right back, gota pee!” You tell your boyfriend, giving him a gentle kiss on
his lips. You can still taste him in your mouth, and all of the fanfiction you
have read and pornos you’ve seen lied. This is not that great of a taste! But,
hey, its the price you pay!
Dirk is probably still in the shower, so, as you carefully climb off the bed,
you are prepared to go to the bathroom in his parent’s room. But, as soon as
you open the door, the bathroom door across from it opens as well.
It throws you off for a second, because you could have sworn Dave was just
lying down in bed, and now heres this guy who looks just like him coming out of
the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist! But, then it clicks a split
second after that oh yeah, Dave and Dirk are twins.
You are always forgetting, since Dirk and Dave do a good job at making sure
they can be easily identified. Dirk always has his hair styled up, unlike Dave,
and their glasses are different too. Dirk’s piercings also make it pretty easy.
Though right now, he is missing all of his key identification items, and with
out his shades you can see how similar their features are.
They both had that beauty mark in the right corner of their mouth, and now that
you are really looking at Dirk’s nose, they both have a kind of long one! With
like, a little bump right on the bridge. And their eye shapes. They are almost
like, identical! You think Dirk might have more noticeable eyelashes though,
since from where you are standing you can really see them, where the only way
you can really see Daves is if you are up closer.
Does Dirk do his eyebrows? Because they look really nice.
“Yeah, I do. And thanks.” He responds, and opps! You guess you said that out
loud? You hope you didn’t say everything else out loud, or that would be
embarrassing!
“Oh, okay! That’s uh, cool!” You never really talked to Dirk that much, so you
feel a little awkward right now. Your eyes dart over his body a little, trying
not to make it obvious. Yeah, if Dave had a little more tone to him, or if Dirk
was a little more boney, their body would be like, exactly the same!
Oh, he’s walking away, thats cool, and a bit of a stress reliever for you,
since you didn’t really know how to continue that conversation!
But he went into Dave’s room, and closed the door behind him, which is kind of
weird since none of his clothes are in there.
Is he going to talk to Dave?
Probably.
Should you listen in to what they are saying?
Probably not.
===> John: Listen anyway.
You listen anyways, getting a little close to the door.
“Next time you and your boy toy are about to get it on, send me a text so I’m
not walking in on that shit, dickass.”
Hey! Boy toy? That’s not very nice.
“Oh damn, sorry, didn’t know I had to alert the presses when I’m getting some
head. Next time I’ll make sure to call into the white house so Obama can hold a
press conference letting everyone know not to walk into Dave Strider’s room
unless they want to see some dick sucking action going on. If only they
invented doors right? Doors people can knock on? Sounds like a great
invention.”
You always thought Dave and Dirk had a good relationship, why are they being
all pissy with each other?
They are siblings, so it is understandable you guess.
“This is my fucking ro-...”
Dirk stops himself mid sentence, and you eyebrows raise a bit.
“Huh? Excuse me? This is your what?” Oh, Dave is getting cocky, you can hear it
in his voice.
Oh! Footsteps!
You scurry off to the bathroom, closing the door since you hear the footsteps
coming towards the door, though, you never hear the door to their room actually
open.
===> John: Be Dirk.
You are now Dirk, and boy do you hate everything right now.
Regret is filling you to the brim, and you feel if you move just a little from
where you are you are going to tip over and its all gonna pour out like the you
are the little fucking tea pot.
What was he thinking? His boyfriend was right in the other room, take a piss or
a dump or maybe both, who knows. Either way, what the fuck was he thinking?
What the fuck were you thinking?
After that long silence you should have just left, and you were trying to,
holding on to the towel around your waist and heading towards the door. Then
you heard Dave getting up, as fast as he could with how injured he was, and he
was telling you to stop.
When you turned around, he was right in front of you, and his legs were a
little shaky. Probably from being in bed all day.
Again, more silence, and you could tell he was studying you before opening his
mouth and saying: “Do it again.”
You tried to pretend you were confused at first, but you knew exactly what he
was talking about, and you hesitated.
But then you did it again.
Just like that morning, you leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss to Dave’s
forehead, letting it linger and you can tell Dave is relaxing a bit.
It’s really nice.
Really fucking nice.
You want to kiss his forehead several times, and let your lips trail all over
his face. His cheeks, his nose, the bridge of his nose, the corner of his eyes
and lips. You’ve kissed it all before and you want to kiss it again.
You remember questioning yourself, wondering if you should just go for it and
say fuck it to every bone telling you not to.
But you are smarted than that, you know the risk is too high, especially in
this situation with John right outside the door, so you don’t. You pull away,
and you just feel hurt when you look over him.
This is his fault.
All of this.
You guys could have continued, you guys could have stayed the same, you were up
for it, but he wasn’t, and now he is regretting it.
That’s too bad, that’s all on him, and you want to train yourself to hate him
for it.
But you can’t.
So you just give him one more glance over, and you leave what use to be your
shared room, heading back to your own. You haven’t gotten dressed yet, and your
sheets are probably soaked. Despite that though, you continue to lay there,
with your eyes closed and your shades over them, dripping onto the bed spread.
===> Dirk: Don’t close your door that night.
You didn’t close your bedroom door that night.
You are going to go with the fact that you simply forgot, and not because you
know Dave was probably going to try and sleep walk into your room that night.
So, because you simply ‘forgot’, you were ‘surprised’ to see Dave in your bed
when you woke up.
He was sleeping soundly next to you, on his stomach probably because of his
back. You guys weren’t touching at all, but you were studying him.
It was such a familiar sight, seeing him with his face pressed against the
pillow, facial features relaxed. Some how, Dave doesn’t manage to get his hair
all fucked up when he sleeps, unlike you who currently has a rats nest resting
on top of your head.
After a few minutes of staring, Dave groans a bit in his sleep, and his face
becomes less relaxed. Your hand reaches up, and you gently push some of his
bangs out of his face. His eyes open slowly and meet yours.
When pulling your hand back, you let it trail down against his shoulder,
retracting it back under your chin.
Neither of you say anything, just looking at each other, and Dave doesn’t even
seem to question how he got into your room in the first place. Finally, he
speaks.
“John asked me if I was a virgin.”
Your eyebrows raised, and you wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t, so you
simply ask.
“What did you say?”
And then every nerve in your body suddenly froze, your legs tingling and your
muscles tight when he replied.
“I lost it with you.”
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