Dave's Red Eyes

In the Dark

Dirk Strider's POV:

You're excited for later. Extremely excited. Jake English, aka your boyfriend with whom you're engaged to is coming over while Dave is at Johns for the night.

You've taken an extremely long shower; washing your hair many times over before stepping out and gelling it to make it perfect.

7:30 can not come soon enough.

You begin playing the first season of My Little Pony to calm yourself down. To be honest, you're always nervous seeing Jake. He's just so...not entirely perfect, but DAMN he's perfect to you, so you have to make yourself live up to these standards you have of yourself. (These standards tend to fail within the first three minutes).

You have on a plain orange t-shirt that covers the tattoo of Daves' characters face on your arm, which normally you'd show off, but today you've got to be a little more classy. If even just a little. Because today is the day that you will finally do something. Involving you and Jake. Alone. Just the two of you. Sweaty. Out of breath. In the dark. For a long while.

Yup, today is the day that you two rent out a laser tag arena and finally find out who's more likely to survive a zombie apocalypse. Except, you can't use swords (your strength) in this, but that's another argument for another time.

Once the clocks near the arranged time, you begin to fidget around a little, waiting like a waiter for the Englishman to show up.

Like you said before, not soon enough does he come. Jake shows up a few minutes late, and instantly begins to apologize and blame it on the "rowdy, inexcusable, traffic."

To give him reassurance you slide over to him with a grin on your face, and curve your arms around him in a tender embrace, your hands meeting behind his back, gripping your wrists together as your hands fall near his ass. You're proud to say that you managed in a tight squeeze on that thing.

Jake's chin begins a little below your shoulder, and the top of his head is right below your nose, so when he rests his head against you, you're able to breathe in his intoxicating scent. You admit, as soon as you smell his hair, you get in a longer, tighter, ass squeeze.

Jake is obviously blushing, and his nervousness when you (to quote Nemo), "touched the butt," is extremely adorable.

Your hug finally, but sadly, comes to an end as you take a step back to get a good look at your fiancee. He, himself, is wearing a plain shirt, but colored in his infamous "Jake Green." Your eyes slide down from his shirt, and to your greatest pleasure he is wearing the shorts. The short shorts. Damn, you have the best boyfriend ever. These are tan little shorts that show off his thighs and his ass.

His hair has been well groomed, and you can't help but ruffle it by rubbing your fingers quickly through his hair, with many complaints from the shorter guy.

Irritated, he reacts with loving anger, "Dirk English, I-"

"English?" Your eyes are wide with surprise, Jake can see your eyes due to your shades being tucked into your shirt collar, and your face was shocked but that quickly turns into a mischievous smirk.

"Blimey, did I say that?" Jakes tan skin begins turning a deep red.

You become seductive again as you tap his cheek as you step forward, towards the door. "You did, but hey, that red face of yours is pretty cool. But we gots to go if we're going to laser tag."

Jake seemingly snapped out of his embarrassment. "Yes, you have a good point about that." He began to follow you towards the door as you hold it for him.

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You've arrived at the laser tag arena, and you've got to say that it is big for just two people. But that just makes it all the more fun. You pay up front, and you're both led into a room where you pick your gear up. Nothing too complicated, just a simple target and healer and light illuminating vest that is attached to a (fake) gun.