Reverse Jake: > Pounce boyfriend.

[fightingcargos]

[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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[fightingcargos]

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

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

[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!

[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.

[fightingcargos]

[Your thought train is stalled at the station.]

...Hmm?

[sickheartbeats]

Relax.
I'll even lose the shirt first if that's suddenly an issue.

[fightingcargos]

That would exacerbate the issue!!
Or
Something else!!
Its cold in here leave your shirt on you will die of frozen air diseases.

[You shut you stupid mouth and take off your stupid shirt. Stupidly.]

[sickheartbeats]

Then I bestow upon you the honorful duty of keeping me warm.
You can't stop me from stripping like I'm out to empty wallets, English, because to be honest, I feel sweaty and gross.
Let's see your back.

[You kiss him again to hopefully keep him from arguing.]

[fightingcargos]

Mmf.

[Don't think about Dirk stripping don't think about Dirk stripping don't think about Dirk stripping don't think about Dirk stripping.]

Okay.

[sickheartbeats]

[You let this kiss linger long enough to make sure you're not prodding any open wounds placing your hands on his waist, but then you turn him around and retrieve some disinfectant.

He can reach it, your ass. The patchup is part of your bonding bro ritual, and no amount of sloppy makeouts will take it from you.]

[fightingcargos]

[You let Dirk examine your back, suppressing the urge to turn back around. You don't turn your back to many things--you wouldn't have lasted as long as you have on Hellmurder or in Camp if you made a habit of it! But this is Dirk. Dirk is okay.]

[He's more than okay, actually, so you will yourself to think about cricket until you calm the fuck down.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You begin the cleanup and aren't particularly gentle about getting him where it stings, because that's how it is and it needs to be taken care of. There are no subliminal messages in the way you apply a bandaid, secretly thankful he doesn't need stitches.]

For someone who didn't sleep right, you put up a good fight.

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Slump shoulders.

[You are a bad person.]

I would accept your compliment with the thanks it is due but i.
I lied about that.

[sickheartbeats]

I know.
Don't let that stop you from going on.

[fightingcargos]

You could tell?
What am i saying of course you could.
I have zero experience with deception and find it distasteful at the best of times.
I guess i just didnt want to repeat the same old news!

[sickheartbeats]

Ain't no shame in being a bad liar, no matter how handy an ability it can be.
Same old, is it?

[fightingcargos]

*Heartfelt sigh*
Same old same old.
More of the summers day comparison bullshit really. And how your summer shall not fade or whatever.
I am having a bit of trouble compartmentalizing i think.

[sickheartbeats]

What a sweetheart you are to me, English.

[You press a warm kiss on the closest part of him, which happens to be the nape of his neck.]

[fightingcargos]

Um. Thanks.
Haha.
But its really annoying!! Because i love our scrums and whatnot they are some of my favorite pastimes.
I am more than willing to fight with you sir! Sometimes i dare say that you have it coming.
Today i found myself in a position to give as good as i got but i... i just couldnt.
Being your bro and being your boyfriend at the same time is harder than i thought it would be because sometimes a bro needs to punch his bro in the face but a boyfriend could never imagine his snuggle bunny suffering such a fate.
It snuck up on me today is all.

[sickheartbeats]

I don't really know what to tell you besides the fact that I would take a punch to the face as impersonally as a bro ever could.
Also, that I understand I have it coming at times.
Not that I'm upset at the absence of bleeding noses, exactly.

[fightingcargos]

I know you would. Logically i know that i am being a fuddy duddy! That doesnt seem to matter to my butterflies or honeyglows apparently.
I know that you can take whatever i dish out. I want to dish it even!
I happen to also want other things that involve your face and hands and legs though.
They dont really make books or blogs about this. Ive checked!!

[You reflect on the time you spent trudging through romantic poetry to supplement your diet of romantic comedies and dramas. A lot of it was too boring to comprehend, but some of it stuck with you, and it is just that stuff that makes it hard to have your bromance and romance exist side by side.]

I knew going into this that it wouldnt be traditional. I never wanted anything traditional.
All my instincts are telling me different stories and i am trying to get to the bottom of this mystery with limited success.
I am not a heartsleuth. I dont think those even exist.
...
Gosh sorry that this is all coming out at once. Ive been thinking about it a lot though.