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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-12 Words: 926
****** Thinking ******
by insaneFanatic
Thinking. John's favorite pastime is thinking. He loves to think. He loves to
think a lot, especially when music is playing. He doesn't have a favorite song,
but he has a favorite singer. He also enjoys thinking about what people would
sound like if they were under him; saying his name, whimpering, seething and
panting. It's his favorite genre of music. People. But not just anyone, it's
mainly one person in particular. He likes that person a lot.
John plays with himself a lot, too. Not with his penis, he does that too much,
but just picks at his skin and chews on his lip when he's nervous. He's nervous
a lot too. But he likes being nervous. It makes him think of people and what
they would sound like. He needs more medicine, yeah, but he doesn't take it
sometimes. He should, but he won't. It doesn't feel as good.
He rubs his knees together when he's at the computer, talking to Dave. Dave is
his best friend. Dave is very nice and very cool. Dave's also a great big
tease.
John doesn't like it when Dave toys with him. It hurts everywhere. In his
chest, in his mind, in his pants. The throbbing in between his legs will never
cease as long as Dave's around, probing and touching. Not physically, though,
that would be nice. John closes his eyes a lot, he pretends Dave's the one
touching him. John does labor work, to get callouses on his fingers and hands.
It feels nice. It feels like Dave. I want more, Dave, give me more.
Dave gets those feelings too, the needy feeling of soft cool hands against his
pale frame. Legs wrapped around his waist, white ankle socks giving him small
rug burn-like sores on his back. They're wrapped around him too tight but the
heat around his cock is too tight too, so it kinda evens out. He unzips his
jeans and pushes them down, lifting his hips up, fingering and palming at his
clothed erection. Jeez, Egbert, you never seen a dick before or what?
John's hands are trailing all over his body, tugging at the patch of coarse
pubic hair growing in, pinching a nipple. He drags his fingers down his
stomach, a small amount of baby fat still clinging on. He likes it, his barely
noticeable fat, it makes him sensitive, in a way. His legs are propped up on
the edge of the desk, he's completely naked, but he doesn't mind. It's more
than warm enough for him. Johnson's Baby Lotion is being pumped out onto his
palm and fingers. Dad's working late tonight. Dave's pestering him. Not now
Dave, I'm busy.
The red-eyed pal o' John's is typing with one hand, wanting to talk to his
friend, the one he always wanted even before the game started. John's online
but he isn't replying. Dave gets these thoughts, a soft animalistic growl
escapes his mouth. He wants it just as much as John does. Nobody'll make the
first move. Not one knows of the other's mutual feelings. "Fuck, John, you look
so hot spreading your thighs like that."
John can feel it, he can feel Dave ontop of him, finger-fucking him and
grasping his hair. The two lavender-scented digits wantonly go in and out, in
and out, in and out. Too fast, too much, John scissors them, too, extra-wide.
"Thick cock, look at that fucking thick cock going inside my tight ass, Davie,"
he hisses, smirking. "You're going to tear me up."
Dave can see it, he can sense it, John on his knees, pillows elevating his
head, and arms reaching behind him to spread his ass cheeks. Arousal was
dribbling out and making John's puckered hole glisten, twitching, it opened
slightly, beckoning Dave inside. John looked back at Dave, whimpering and
begging innocently, filthy words swimming in Dave's ears, "Come on, Davie, fill
me up with your hot cum." Dave nodded and aligned his dick with John's entrance
and pushed in slowly. John groaned and gasped as he was stretched. Dave panted
as he tightened his fingers around his shaft, more precum leaking out. I need
you, John, I need you.
"I need you too, fuck, I-" John whined and stuttered as he stuck in a third
finger, pushing them into him, filling him and nudging that spot deep inside.
John now had the other hand that was in his hair, on his swollen cock, rubbing
furiously. Both of his hands moves erratically and jerkily, messily going in
sync. He groaned and chanted small "hahs" under his breath before squeezing his
member and clenching around his fingers, gritting his teeth and whimpering
"Dave!" He came hard, thick ribbons of clear white splattering against his
chest and abdomen. He kept rubbing his dick, riding out his orgasm, trying to
milk out every last drop.
Dave kept jerking and kept imagining and kept thinking about John. John, John,
John. JOHN. He came. He was tired. He was done with all of this, but he kept
coming back for more. He didn't want to think anymore, he just wanted to sleep.
He sighed in exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose, but not before
ripping his shades off of his face and flinging them across the room.
John quickly fell asleep on his computer chair, slumped and naked and his cum
drying on his body. It was gross, it was cold, but he didn't care. He was
already asleep. But he was still thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Dave,
Dave, Dave.
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