fightingcargos | Reverse Jake:

[You never thought you would be the kind of fella who would stand idly by while someone beat the crap out of your heart's darling. Turns out, you're not! You're the kind of fella who beats the crap out of said darling himself.]

[You leap into Dirk's personal space, guns ablaze, and attempt to make up for his superior speed with your superior firepower.]

Take THAT you studmuffin!!

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From:

sickheartbeats

[What your best friend must not be expecting is the genuine jelly-like quality of your legs in the face of his devil-may-care bravado, and by genuine you suppose you mean STRATEGICALLY FEIGNED. As he leaps, you provide no grounded footing for the two of you, instead rolling him back, tucking your chin against your chest to keep from doing AN UNFORTUNATE NUMBER on your neck.

Once you've rolled him to the floor, your hands go for his wrists.]

You sure know how to give it to me, stallion.
Say, are those safeties still on?

From:

fightingcargos

Augh!
Nosir they are not.
Unhand me!!

From:

sickheartbeats

Earn it.

From:

fightingcargos

[Your heart is a-flutter as you wonder how to headbutt him without damaging his perfectly sculpted facial features. You don't want to break his nose! His nose is like a perfect peak of whipped cream, dusted in cinnamon freckles.]

[You knee him, instead.]

From:

sickheartbeats

Hmph.

[You distribute your body weight HALF AND HALF, legs pinning his hips while your upper body strength all focused on holding his wrists down. Even the kicking won't unbalance you that easily.]

Care to try again, hotshot?

From:

fightingcargos

[The heady pressure of his body on yours, including THOSE GAMS on your person, are making it a bit difficult for you to show as much skill as you like. You admit, in a quiet part of yourself, that you have always found scrums with Dirk DISTRACTING, but with your feelings out in the open you'd hoped he would now be LESS SO. Apparently, the fires of your affections burn brighter than even you expected.]

Desperately.

[You continue thrashing, with an edge of said desperation.]

From:

sickheartbeats

[His confession has opened your eyes in more ways than one, and you remember telling yourself that there were certain technical facts you would not take advantage of. You can't seem to remember WHY, at the present moment, as you certifiably aren't the only one enjoying the way you can MAKE YOUR BEST FRIEND SQUIRM AND STRUGGLE.

You stretch across him a little further, admittedly for visuals.]

From:

fightingcargos

[Oh God why is he so smart. You buck while keeping your hips stationary, biting your lower lip and tugging at your wrists, fingers still on the triggers.]

Golly.
Youre an eager beaver this afternoon.

From:

sickheartbeats

I'm barely moving, sweetie.

Dirk: > Wet your lips.

[It wouldn't be very bro-like to keep leading him on with your actions, but your mouth does appear a little dry. What can a guy do.]

From:

fightingcargos

[You watch his tongue and feel things you are pretty sure you shouldn't be feeling during a friendly bout of fisticuffs.]

Jake: > Swallow.

So you are.
Or arent.
I feel like i might call uncle if that is acceptable to you. Heh.

From:

sickheartbeats

That was quick.
You sure you don't have more bite in you, bro?
I recall differently.

From:

fightingcargos

Uhh.

From:

sickheartbeats

In fact, I know you do.
What's up?

From:

fightingcargos

Well we HAVE been strifing for an hour.
Maybe i didnt sleep well last night!
Or other equally valid reasons.
I am a creature of logic and reason dirk. This is the way i operate.

[His cheeks are flushed with exertion, and you are reminded of your confession lo those many weeks ago. If the concept of unfairness had a face, it would look exactly like Dirk's does right now.]

From:

sickheartbeats

[You search his face for a sign that he's fronting, but when it comes down to it, you're a tease, not an all out ass -- not when it comes to matters of his heart, and perhaps the hormones involved.

You sit back and release his hands, offering one to him.]

Alright.
Let's take it inside.

From:

fightingcargos

[You feel the need to apologize. For now, you recaptcha your pistols and take his hand, letting him pull you up.]

Thank you.
And um.
I promise this wont happen often.

From:

sickheartbeats

That would make me pretty sad, dude.
Don't even.
I was enjoying myself.

[You sneak an arm around him as soon as you've put him back on eye level, and silently commend yourself on your boyfriendly skills. You've got this.]

From:

fightingcargos

Which thing will i not even?
I am distracted by your wiles and also where you got me in the side earlier.

From:

sickheartbeats

Make promises I wouldn't want you to keep.
We'll get you out of that shirt and patched up.
I can feel a bunch of nasty bruises coming up, myself.

From:

fightingcargos

Thank you dear.

[His arm is about your shoulders, so you demurely lace one around his waist. You do your best not to squeeze before you know where he is tender.]

[To your dismay, your heart is still pounding in your ears.]

From:

sickheartbeats

[It'll take a while for the adrenaline to simmer down in your system, but at least you've caught your breath. You don't look too beat up to inspire real concern, and evidently you're much more focused on applying first aid to your boyfriend. You DON'T CARRY HIM OVER YOUR DOORSTEP, though. Not today.]

From:

fightingcargos

[Your boyfriend is a swordsman. It follows, then, that most of the injuries you have are thin cuts along your arms and legs--you usually parry and dodge well enough to keep his katana from your vitals. Dirk is nothing if not skilled, however, and managed a slice between your shoulderblades that you can feel stinging and clinging to the shredded remains of your shirt. You bring your hands to its hem, preparing to pull it off--but Dirk is just behind you, and mentioned that he wanted to help.]

[You still your fingers.]

Uh.
Nothing too bad over here! What about you?

From:

sickheartbeats

You didn't cause damage to my memory, if that's what you were worried about.
I remember getting you in the back, so let's see it before you end up with blood poisoning or something equally dumb.

[Your gesture of delivering a light tug to the hem of his shirt is a lot less no-nonsense than your tone.]

From:

fightingcargos

[You fluster. You can see yourself flustering in the least opportune out-of-body experience you have ever had, and you embarrass yourself.]

Haha whoa there.
I can get to that!!
I mean i can reach it. It is no big deal. It is the littlest of deals really!

From:

sickheartbeats

[You watch him flail, mentally, verbally, and almost physically, and wonder briefly why none of it annoys you as it does with different people. If anything, it inspires amusement and fondness, alongside a DESIRE TO MAKE HIM STOP EMBARRASSING HIMSELF.

You stoop in and silence him with a kiss. It only lasts long enough to stun him, though you are slow to pull back.]

Jake.