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]

Haha.
Im still not over the fact that this is real. And that was real and happened.

[sickheartbeats]

It's about to get even realer.
You better get used to the idea.

[Your mouth curves in a way that's almost as promising as the way your fingers dip and extend.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Squirm.

Fucking hell.

[sickheartbeats]

[Focusing on the feel of damp, even hotter skin under your fingers, you cease the playful biting for a moment to rest your chin on his shoulder. You don't have to stretch your arms much at all to reach all the way around him, gently rubbing behind his balls before your hands slide back up.]

[fightingcargos]

[You have no idea how to be cool about this. You are not put-together enough to make Dirk touching your ass look sexy. All you can do is cant into his hand and bite your lower lip. You had no idea you still had this much adrenaline left.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You're not so much TRYING TO TEASE as you are genuinely eager to explore, in your own hunger for the academics, because your fixation on his bubble butt is mostly of investigative nature. Mostly.

For science, you part his cheeks and run your fingers down across him without any more pressure than their own weight, just hoping to spark the nerves they touch.]

[fightingcargos]

[Your back arches and you make a noise that is both healthy surprise and hilarious arousal. Dirk really doesn't have to do much to drive you to this point, apparently.]

Nn...

[sickheartbeats]

[As you make an active effort at not being an asshole and hold back your chuckle, it dawns on you that you can't see this ever getting old. The subject matter may be untouched territory, but he's still being very much himself. You let your fingers circle and go back to inching kiss after kiss up the side of his neck.]

[fightingcargos]

God.
You are going to destroy me.

[Your tone of voice implies that this is THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN to you. Your breathing is already ragged.]

[sickheartbeats]

I promise to put you back together after.

[You're pleased as punch that he's enjoying himself, because you're PRETTY MUCH FLYING BLIND, working only on the knowledge on what feels good on you and hoping that it'll be enough. Sure you have your CHILDHOOD CRUSH BONUS, but he is too important to mess up.]

[fightingcargos]

[You realize, belatedly, that this thing will only work if you are BOTH INVOLVED, so you look down to see if Dirk is manifesting any physical interest. You bring a hand to his thigh, thumbing his hipbone in thought.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your physical interest stands humbly at half-mast compared to the full blown sails of your fascination with touching him, but he is certainly getting to you. The feel of his hand makes your hips twitch and legs tense against the movement.]

[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Touch him.

[Lightly, with your fingers curled around him.]

[sickheartbeats]

[Your reaction is immediate, shifting towards him and fingers stilling for the briefest moment. It seems to take you a moment to remember your immediate plans.]

[fightingcargos]

Ah... wow.
Im touching naked dirk in the shower.

[sickheartbeats]

Hahaah.
Naked Dirk is listening, you huge sexy dork.

[fightingcargos]

Naked dirk is totally into it.
So is naked jake.
God how can i even talk right now?

[sickheartbeats]

I don't mind the narrative.
You seriously need to work on your terms of endearment, though.

[You bite your lip because he HASN'T STOPPED TOUCHING YOU, and you want to very badly press him up to the wall and feel him in return. You don't allow yourself to get side tracked this time.]

Be a dear and pass me that bottle.

[fightingcargos]

[You almost knock over about a million bottles as you reach for the lube.]

[sickheartbeats]

Thanks.

[You kiss him, slow and deep in return as you take the not even half-empty bottle.]

You don't mind if I take care of this, right?

[fightingcargos]

More like the exact opposite of that.

[sickheartbeats]

Haha.
Gotcha.

[You run a hand down his back, bringing him a few inches off the wall at the same time as nudging a thigh between his -- he needs a better stance if you want to be able to reach at all.]

Don't go jellykneed on me now.

[fightingcargos]

Jesus. I really hope i dont.

[You make no promises and bring your free hand to his shoulder, steadying yourself and running your fingers along his dick agian.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You deploy your most recent NUMBER ONE DISTRACTION TECHNIQUE and kiss him senseless. You're enough of a multitasker to be able to pour a generous amount of lube over your fingers -- hell, even if you spilled some, you're in the freaking shower. Nobody cares.

You're not all business about this. No, you basically go right back to what you were doing, stroking and circling over his muscles and half a dozen other things that have nothing to do with penetration.]

[fightingcargos]

[The almost-too-slick feeling of his fingers on your already-sensitive ass is enough to make you make one of the most embarrassing noises to date, right into Dirk's mouth. It's a good thing that you aren't an overly proud dude, because if you were, you would probably have to excuse yourself to weep in a corner alone, right now.]