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Bets (DirkJake)

"Alright Dirk," the raven haired male began. "Do you accept this bet?"

"This isn't gonna work. It's pointless!" The taller blonde argued. "You'll see," Jake scoffed, sitting across the kitchen table. He pushed an empty wine bottle and a straw towards Dirk.

"Jake..."

"Let's see if you can lift this bottle with just this straw, and only this straw," the Brit dared. Dirk looked at Jake from behind his pointed shades. He was either going to lose this bet, or horribly fail this bet and embarrass himself. There was no in between.

"Go on," Jake pressed, gesturing for Dirk to take the straw and get to work. Dirk groaned. "Fine..."

Dirk gently picked the straw up between his index finger and thumb, holding it up parallel to the hollow green wine bottle in front of him.

Jake watched teasingly, knowing that Dirk would never win this bet.

After a few failing attempts, Dirk was almost ready to give up. But not quite yet. There had to be some trick or gimmick to get this stupid bet to work.

If not, Jake would just be stealing 20 from him. The face of Andrew Jackson stared almost teasingly off that bill.

Why did Dirk even agree to this?

A few more attempts, and he resulted in accidentally knocking the bottle over. Trying his best not to make such an unnecessary angry outburst happen, he looked up at Jake with "what the fuck?" printed all over his face.

"Jake?"

"Give up, Strider?" Jake chuckled.

Dirk could barely admit that he was 'giving up.' So he just replied by slumping forward and resting his head on the table in frustration.

Jake laughed quietly. "You've cocked up there, mate. Looks like you've lost the plot." His British accent was thick with affection and amusement, Dirk could hear it and sense it without having to look up at Jake.

"Watch me."

Dirk looked up from his slouchy position, watching as Jake picked up the little drinking straw, bending it about half way, and sticking it into the bottle, acting like a hook as it caught up in the neck of the bottle.

Dirk's jaw set as Jake looked back at him with a smug expression, grasping the end of the straw and lifting the bottle up with ease.

"I win."

"I-" Dirk felt dumb. He probably would've thought of that technique if he didn't give up so soon.

"That's so bullshit!" Dirk wheezed, holding in a laugh.

"If you say so," Jake blinked, reaching out for the 20 bucks that he now claimed.

Acting fast, Dirk swiped the money away from him. "No, you're a big cheat," he chuckled. "I believe that's mine!" the raven stood up from his chair, reaching over to grab it back from Dirk, who stood up as well, backing away.

"Dirk..."

Dirk held the dollar high above his head, where Jake would never be able to reach. Jake leaned against Dirk's chest, reaching up with his hands as far as he could. "That isn't fair!"

"If you want it," the blonde scoffed, "You gotta reach a liiiittle higher." He smirked down at Jake, teasing him every bit of the way.

"D-dirk, you know I'll never reach that!"

"That's the point."

Jake huffed irritably. "Come ooon."

"Tell you what. You can have this if you kiss me." Dirk raised his eyebrows and grinned at Jake.

The Brit looked up at Dirk, emerald eyes darkening a bit. "Basically, what you're saying is you'll pay me 20 American dollars to kiss you. Seems a bit desperate if you ask me."

"I didn't think you'd do it anyways." Dirk chuckled. "You're not the type to do anything for just money."

Dirk began to back up and walk away, but Jake grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him forward.

They were face to face now, and Dirk was bent forward on his heels to get eye level with Jake.

"I didn't say I wouldn't kiss you, now did I?" Jake whispered, staring up at his boyfriend.

And with that, he pressed his lips to the other male's, melting into a loving embrace. Dirk brought his hands down, under Jake's arms and wrapping them around his torso. Jake's hands trailed up, gently placing them on either side of Dirk's cheeks.

Being the smooth dude he thought he was, Dirk moved his hands lower and lower, placing them on Jake's ass, and slipping the 20 into his back pocket.

Their lips clicked together, Dirk's tongue brushing against the shorter boy's lower lip. Jake granted him access immediately, parting his lips as Dirk's tongue explored Jake's mouth, licking every inch he could.

Jake kept himself pressed against Dirk, arms tight around the taller male's neck. When they pulled away, their lips still touched slightly, and Dirk pressed his forehead to Jake's.

"Let's take this to the other room shall we?" Dirk whispered, pushing his shades into his hair and winking at Jake with piercing orange irises. He nibbled on the raven's lower lip slightly, earning a small moan.

With a chuckle, he leaned down, swooping Jake up and carrying him bridle style to the bedroom.

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