Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/433476.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Frottage, Kink_Meme, Clothed_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-14 Words: 2194
****** Shared Space ******
by SolarMorrigan
Summary
     "This is exactly why teenage boys shouldn't be forced to share a bed,
     Dave decided."
Notes
     A fill for the Homestuck Kink Meme. I'm really not all that sure
     about this one, but someone might appreciate it? It was good
     exercise, at least, and I'll hopefully improve in the porn-writing
     department.
     Also posted on my tumblr.
This was exactly why it was a bad idea for teenage boys to double up while
sleeping, Dave decided.
The hastily assembled pile of blankets and pillows that made a barely
acceptable sleeping surface was too small to start with. The temperature on the
meteor was far too low to be comfortable for sleeping- not that the trolls
noticed, being as warm-blooded as they were. And, of course, there were those
pesky budding hormones. All of this had culminated into the situation Dave
Strider found himself in now- plastered snugly against his best friend's warm
back and, more problematic, his burgeoning erection pressed firmly to his
strictly no-homo best friend's ass.
He wouldn't really be complaining, save for the fact John had absolutely no
idea this was happening. Eager though Dave would have been for the chance to
tangle beneath the sheets with his friendleader, he wanted full consent. Asleep
was definitely not fully consenting.
However, from the past few nights they shared in the same poor excuse for a
bed, Dave had at least gathered that John was a heavy sleeper. Tossing and
turning barely stirred him, and the blonde felt confident he would be able to
successfully pull away and get up without disturbing his bedmate. He was a
little reluctant to leave though; awkward boner or no, it was nice to share
this sort of closeness with the object of his affection. It wasn't as though
John wouldn't gladly share a hug, or even some self-dubbed "bro cuddles," but
this was just different.
The remaining trolls had been uncomfortable with the idea sharing sleeping
quarters with the humans and the humans reciprocated, but Rose had insisted she
simply wasn't comfortable sleeping in such close spaces with the boys. This
left the kids in two pairs with their choice between two rooms and before he
really knew what had happened, Dave found himself stuck in the tinier, hole-in-
a-wall of a room because John had wanted to be chivalrous and give up the
bigger room to the girls. On the up side, however, it did give Dave an excuse
as to why he and John woke up so close to one another.
But now, there was no need for excuses. There was just a comfort in being
pressed together, sharing their warmth, John's sleep-limp body spooned against
Dave's slighter frame. No, wait, there was something wrong with that phrase.
Dave realized with a start that John was not limp, but rather tense and, upon
closer inspection, appeared to be awake. Well, shit. "…John?" He murmured into
the near-darkness.
In the dim glow of John's Cosbytop (which had to be at least the fifth
incarnation of the disturbing device), he felt more than he saw the boy stir
against him. He was obviously awake, but he wasn't saying a word. "Egbert… I
know you're awake." Dave said, a bit louder this time.
John cleared his throat and shifted again. Dave swallowed a curse; he would
almost swear the brunette was pressing back against his crotch on purpose.
Almost- the thought was still a bit ridiculous. "Look, sorry, I'll just…" The
blonde began pulling away from John but he was stopped when the other boy's
hand darted back and grabbed his wrist, tugging him close again. "…John?"
Dave wasn't entirely sure what was going on at this point, but he could feel
his friend shifting around slightly and oh god, what if this turned out to be
one of those nightmares where everything is good and then suddenly someone
turns around and they have Lil' Cal's face and- no, it was just John. The dark-
haired boy had twisted around enough that his face was towards Dave's and his
dark freckles and orthodontically lacking teeth were just visible in the dim
light. "Don't go away." John whispered.
For once, the ever verbose Strider was at a loss for words. He was laying in
the semi-darkness in a room in a lab filled with trolls on a meteor, with his
obvious arousal pressed against the pleasant backside of his good friend who
was telling him not to go; he supposed he brook a lack of eloquence this once.
Instead, he settled for a simple, "What?"
His friend was silent for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip in indecision.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up. You… you were sort of, uh," John let out
a strangled noise that was more embarrassment than discomfort, "Thrusting. In
your sleep. Against… y'know, me…"
Dave wished it wasn't so dark so he could see the blush that was likely
spreading across John's face. Then again, if it were brighter, John would be
able to see the matching flush spreading across Dave's face and that simply
wouldn't do. "Oh, man, I-"
John cut him off. "I just didn't want you to go because it wouldn't really be
fair you to go and… take care of things and just… leave me here."
Then John was shifting back again and, oh, that just had to be on purpose… Oh.
Oh! Right… As soon as the full realization of what John was suggesting
resonated in Dave's head, any thoughts and fantasies about what they might've
done promptly fled his imagination. He was left uncertain what to do and, since
John had stopped moving, it seemed he was feeling the same. But his ass was
still pressing against Dave's erection and that seemed like a good place to
start.
He took a deep breath and gave a tentative thrust upwards against John's rear,
causing the other boy to release a breathy little noise Dave quickly decided he
wanted more of. He brought a hand up and ran it down John's side before
grabbing onto his hip and thrusting up with a little more force, which
amplified the volume of the noise just a bit. Repeating the action and
tightening his grip, Dave set out to make that noise into an all-out moan and
he felt he was making pretty good headway until John's hand found his hip and
caused him to still. The blonde opened his eyes (when had they closed?) and saw
John opening his own blue orbs and taking a deep breath. For a panicked second,
Dave wondered if John had decided they were done, but the dark-haired boy put
the fear to rest when he rolled over onto his other side and faced Dave. "My
neck was getting tired." He muttered before leaning in close and placing
hesitant lips against his friend's.
That first, soft kiss broke off quickly and was replaced with deeper, harder
meetings of the lips. As John scooted in closer, pressing his lower half
against Dave's, the blonde could feel that his friend was, indeed, as into
their activities as he was. The bulge tenting the front of John's sleep pants
was pleasingly stiff and offered a wonderful friction when it was pressed hard
against the matching protrusion in Dave's boxers. "Mmh," John hummed against
Dave's mouth at the dual sensations of their erections making contact through
fabric and Dave's tongue stroking inexpertly against his.
Dave let out a surprised breath and broke the kiss when John pushed their hips
together harder, questing for more pressure and distracting the blonde.
Multitasking wasn't really in their repertoire just yet, being as this was
their first adventure between the sheets, but they weren't complaining.
Belatedly realizing his hands were just clenching against the blankets
pointlessly, Dave brought his right hand back up to John's hip, spreading his
fingers little wider in search of more contact. This prompted John to move his
hands as well, which had previously been sandwiched in the ever-shrinking space
between the two boys. He slid his left hand under Dave's head and brought it
against the back of his skull, pulling him forward and pressing their lips
together once more.
They were uncoordinated to say the least, as John messily and haltingly
explored Dave's mouth, forced to break off every now and then to voice some
noise of pleasure as Dave continued snapping his hips up and down against
John's in an odd sort of one-two rhythm. The lack of coordination did little to
lessen the shocks of pleasure running up and down their bodies, however, or the
enthusiasm they were acting with. Dave's hand was sliding lower and lower,
until he found himself with quite a nice handful of John's ass, if the blonde
did say so himself, and he squeezed the yielding flesh gently with his next
upward thrust. "Ah- Dave!" John called out with an initial note of surprise and
an ending whine of arousal.
And, fuck, if the way John had practically moaned his name didn't do something
to egg Dave on. He gripped the brunette's ass harder, trying to spread his
fingers wider and letting them dip slightly into the cleft between the cheeks,
the thin, soft fabric of John's pajama bottoms stretching accommodatingly with
his digits. "Hnngah- D…" The blonde's name was on the tip of John's tongue,
they both knew it, but the slightly shorter boy silenced the cry by pressing
his lips against Dave's throat.
John wrestled his arm from between their chests and slid it up Dave's back,
pressing against the blonde's shoulder blade as he laved the boy's Adams apple
messily with his tongue. They were now pressed together completely from
shoulder to knee, Dave's arm trapped between them and clutching John's t-shirt,
both panting and grinding together forcefully, almost desperately at that
point. Dave could feel the heat coming off of John's face and once again wished
it was bright enough to see the flush that had surely joined the freckles
across his cheeks. The thought only lasted a moment, though, before John
attempted sucking on his Adams apple. "Hu- Oh," Dave found himself moaning
under his best friend's efforts, "Eg- John. Fucking…"
He could feel as well as hear John chuckle against his skin and the blonde
frowned despite the pleasant sensation of the heir running his tongue down to
the place where his neck became his shoulder. Determined to pull that moan out
of his friend yet, he reached down a bit and hitched John's leg over his hip,
sliding into the extra space provided and redoubling his efforts. Pressing his
dick to John's once more, going for as much contact as he could, he began
rubbing against his friend, hard and fast, and attempting to keep a rhythm
rather than devolving into the senseless grinding they'd just been engaging in.
"Oh-" John's mouth came away from his shoulder for a moment with a gasp of
pleasured surprise and Dave kept moving, grinding the length of their erections
together through two thin layers of cloth.
"Ah- hah- ahh," The heir's pleasured noises grew steadily louder as he humped
back against Dave, who was letting out breathy groans of his own, too close to
the edge to really care about what ridiculous sounds came out of his mouth.
The inexperienced teens weren't destined to last long, and John came first with
a loud cry. "Dave-!" The movement of his hips stopped as his release spilled
into his pajama bottoms.
Dave lasted less than a minute longer, spending himself in his boxers, John's
name leaking out of his throat in a long, low groan.
The two lay their panting for a few minutes, tangled together so completely
they weren't certain they could extricate their limbs from the mess. John's
forehead was pressed against Dave's shoulder and his leg was still slung over
the other's hip while one of the blonde's legs was pressed between John's, as
their arms were still clinging to one another. John's fingers were tangled
hopelessly in blonde hair and Dave's fingers were, likewise, lost in the twists
of John's shirt. The brunette moved first, wiggling back a bit and releasing
his hold on Dave's hair, which caused his counterpart of let go of his shirt
and assist in the detangling process.
Finally, they were on separate sides of the blanket-mattress and were able to
get up and stumble over to where they kept their things. They both donned fresh
bottoms, changing back to back despite what they had just done together, and
then wandered back to the bed. The air was heavy with what might have been
awkwardness had they not found themselves quite suddenly utterly exhausted.
Instead, as Dave laid down on his side of the makeshift mattress, John scooted
back to meet him, pressing against the blonde's chest. "Hm," Dave allowed the
small sound of approval to pass his lips as he wrapped his arms up around John.
"I knew you were a cuddler." John mumbled before stifling a yawn.
"Shut it, Egbert." Dave muttered.
He didn't release his hold, however, and John shifted around in the knight's
arms until he was facing Dave again and pressed his forehead to the other boy's
shoulder once more. "Yeah, okay," A pause for a yawn, "But I make no promises
about the morning."
Dave barely managed to push away the fond smile that threatened to break across
his face before he drifted off to sleep, John not far behind.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!