Snow. ((DirkJake oneshot))

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When Dirk woke up, it was already light outside and Jake was already gone. He rolled over and groaned softly, chilled under the thin blanket and craving his boyfriend's warmth. Just as he was sitting up and stretching, Jake walked in, shirtless and rubbing his hair with a towel. When he saw Dirk, he grinned.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he teased. "I see someone's finally decided to join us back in the land of the living."

"Shut up," Dirk mumbled. "Jet lag, remember?" He yawned and scratched his neck. "What time is it, anyways?"

"Um... 10:37," Jake said, checking his phone as he wiggled into a shirt. "Roxy said to be down by 11."

"Why? What are we doing?" Dirk scooted over as Jake sat on the side of the bed, leaning against him.

"Dunno. She didn't say. All she told me last night was that it was, and I quote, 'going to be greeeaaattt,'" Jake said, "and then she hiccuped and almost tripped over the rug."

Dirk exhaled a soft laugh. "Does this mean I have to get up now?"

"Unless you want to experience the wrath of a hungover Roxy."

Dirk groaned and pull the blanket tighter around him. "But this bed's so comfortable. They have comfortable beds in Washington."

"There will be other beds," Jake said, standing and walking over to the other side of the bed.

"But this one's especially nice."

"Dirk, you only have 20 minutes before Roxy comes for your head."

"Can't you just tell her I overslept?"

"But you didn't oversleep," Jake said as he dug through his luggage for a shirt. "And I'm not too keen to lie to a hungover person who is probably still a little drunk."

Dirk groaned softly and flopped over onto his side, pressing his face into the bed.

"If you get up now, I'll suck your dick later," Jake said as he shrugged on a flannel.

"What? Really?" Dirk asked, suddenly wide awake. Jake only raised his eyebrows at him and shrugged as he left the room. "Don't make promises you can't keep," Dirk shouted after him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes again. He checked his own phone. 10:41. Might as well.

Dirk got downstairs at 11:04, to find Jake seated at the table with Jane and Roxy, the latter of which had on a pair of sunglasses and her head in her hands. When she heard Dirk walk in, she sat up suddenly and threw off her sunglasses and leaned across the table to pointed at him accusingly.

"Youuu," she said, narrowing her eyes, "are late."

"Hey, yourself," Dirk said, walking to the fridge. "I overslept. Sorry."

As he pulled out a jug of orange juice, he heard Roxy sit back down. "It's ok, I guess. But only because you're still jet-lagged."

"So, what was it you wanted us up this early for?" Jake asked as Dirk came back to sit beside him.

"Mmm!" Roxy nodded, taking a bite out of her piece of toast. "Yeah! I forgot." She swallowed and stood up, putting both ofnher hands flat on the table and leaning forward. "Ok. So. Today, we... are going to an art museum!"

The room was quiet for a moment, Roxy staring at Dirk with her eyebrows raised, nodding enthusiastically.

"Oh." Dirk said slowly, as it seemed like he was the only one confused. "Um... Why?"

"Because. I am currently very hungover, and for some reason, looking at centuries-old paintings of nekid ladies and sculptures of shirtless dudes makes me feel better," Roxy said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Plus, you haven't been here before," she pointed at Dirk, "so of course, I gotta show you the artzzzz."