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]

God you have so much bath stuff.
What does this one do?

[sickheartbeats]

Scrub off dead skin tissue to leave you soft as a baby's flabby, pampered butt.
Also support surface blood circulation.
This really isn't that much stuff.

[fightingcargos]

This is a LOT of stuff.
What does the blue one do?

[sickheartbeats]

Smell artificially of the ocean and fresh tidal waves.
It was a bad investment, honestly.

[You grab two towels and throw them on the space heater, knowing they'll be ABSOLUTELY PERFECT when you're done.]

[fightingcargos]

[You investigate the bottles by systematically opening them and SNIFFING THE CONTENTS. The pink one makes you sneeze.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You try to bring yourself to think that he isn't kind of cute.

You mostly think that he is being fairly cute.]

[fightingcargos]

Wow thats a small bottle. What could this even do?

[You examine it closer and realize that you have made a horrible mistake.]

Jake: > Put the lube back down.

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Don't even blink.

[You don't. You do, however, look distantly amused with your boyfriend.]

Getting the family size jug for tentative experimentation seemed like jumping the gun.

[fightingcargos]

Oh.
Yes that follows.
Cost effectiveness and... and stuff.

[sickheartbeats]

And stuff.
Are you gonna get in?
Or should I get started without you?

[fightingcargos]

As much as watching you appeals to me...

Jake: > Enter shower.

[sickheartbeats]

Huh.
The more you know.

[Since he's distracted and slow, you don't feel bad about stepping under the spray of water first. You were already PRETTY RELAXED but now you're basically MELTING and yes, this is so much better than marinating in your own juices on the couch.]

[fightingcargos]

[You tentatively bring your hands to his shoulders, warming against him under the spray.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You murmur under your breath because for the first time ever, you're not alone in your shower bliss -- you've got someone with you who you trust unconditionally, and that's a whole lot of intimacy right there. You reach around him and pull him close until his hair starts to wet down.]

[fightingcargos]

Ack...

[You run your hands through your hair, soaking it and pushing it out of your eyes. It feels nice, but also strange to know that whenever your eyes are closed, someone is watching you.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You reach your hands up and run your fingers into his hair, making sure it's properly soaked -- unlike yours, which is only matted down a little, being thicker and longer than his. As you informed him of earlier, you are still incapable of giving significant damns about that, so instead you pick up your favorite shampoo and get to kneading it into your boyfriend's hair.]

Tilt your head back.
I don't want any soap induced tears in here.

[fightingcargos]

Oh jeez that smells like a rose bouquet.
What is it?

[sickheartbeats]

Not actually rose bouquet-scented.
I'm experimenting.

[fightingcargos]

[You trust Dirk with your life. This is still weird, though.]

[You don't squirm, exactly, but you feel a little like a dog in the bath.]

[sickheartbeats]

[To say you're being no nonsense about this would be a STRAIGHT UP LIE, because you're being far from purposeful. There is ABSOLUTELY NO NEED to ghost your nails down the back of his neck, for one.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Shiver.

Oh.

[sickheartbeats]

[You tilt his head back and rinse.

You also kiss him on the mouth.]

[fightingcargos]

[You can't breathe, and the lack of oxygen while part of your head is underwater is disconcerting, but you are too relaxed to properly freak out. Instead, you bring your hands to his hips and kiss back, languid and pleased.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You hum a pleased sound because he doesn't even tense even though you're quite literally stealing his breath and the amout of trust sort of makes your chest squeeze, so you suppose you're even.]

[fightingcargos]

[Dirk smell good. Dirk warm. Dirk kiss nice.]