>> D I R K
I combed my fingers through his hair, feeling every inch he provided. This was a moment I needed. I needed him.
It was always him. Him, him, him. Jake. Never anyone else. No one could take my eyes away from everything. Not a single thing. But he managed to do just that.
I continued this motion, watching the top of his head as his consciousness drifted from me. I could feel his breathing from his back. He was slumped in my lap, comfortably against me for support. The couch cushions gave off a clean scent, but I could only smell him. He was the one who mentioned it before. I inhaled through my nose, deeply satisfied with the aroma he brought into the room.
"Keep it quiet up there, alright?"
I heard the roughness in his voice, how tired he must've been. But it sounded like heaven.
"Alright, alright. Fall asleep again, it's entertaining."
"Entertaining?" He tilted his head back to me. My hands fell from his hair, now stable on his hips.
"Observing you is entertaining." I replied, watching his expression contort with uncertainty.
"Again, entertaining?"
"It's something to do. Beats doing anything I find a liking to." His smile was upside down, along with the rest of his face. I knew exactly what he was going to do once I felt his hands on the sides of my face. Surprisingly, we managed. It was only a peck, but he smiled. I let myself do the same. I'd been giving myself more freedom when I was alone with him. I didn't have to control everything, or fake any feelings. He accepted me. There was still the 'shades' problem in the way, but I try my best not to think of it.
"So you'd rather watch him sleep than fuck him? Damn, I didn't see that coming."
I shot my eyes up, glaring. "Dave,"
I was interrupted by Jake's giggle. I paused for a long second, resisting the urge to go back to him.
"You know what I meant, and go off somewhere else where you're needed. Don't you have John to take care of?"
"Fine, fine. And for your information, I was just heading out." He made his way to the door, casually saluting before closing the door behind him.
"Well, at least he pointed it out. I thought of it, but I didn't let it dwell. You wouldn't refer to it in those words." He looked back up to me, placing the top of his head against the upper part of my chest.
"Nice laugh, by the way."
He blinked, and his eyes seemed to glow up a bit more.
"I sound as if I'm full of stupidity, Dirk. Don't compliment me."
"Woah, hold on, no. I don't give compliments. Fuck compliments. If I say something sweet, I mean it. Screw compliments. I'm not doing this intentionally just to 'brighten your mood'. That's plain bull. When I say things to you, I feel them. I mean them. There is not a single lie. I fucking love you, in every way possible.
So fuck compliments."
He laughed again, moving his head to face forward again.
"You're lucky I'm not limited."
"I wouldn't have been able to survive otherwise."
I could tell he was smiling. I knew it.
"Are you smiling?"
"Maybe," The tone he used didn't work on me, he wasn't controlled enough. But I understood, he didn't have to. The grin was heard through his voice.
"Move."
"Pardon?"
"Move." I repeated myself.
"I don't know what you wa-"
"Get up."
I slipped my hands from him. He obeyed, hesitating his movements.
Once he stood, he turned and stared down at me, oblivious as to what I wanted. I folded my legs, beaming up at him.
"Are you confused?"
There was a moment between my question and his response.
"Yes, very much so."
"I just wanted to see your face more."
"Oh." The sound dragged out, ending softly. The base of his palm rubbed at his right eye.
"Well, if you insist." He paused, sitting down again, cross legged just like myself.
"Here you go."
His appearance gave the strong expression of exhaustion.
"Fatigue?"
"Immense fatigue." He groaned, resting his face back to my chest. His weight transferred slightly, leaning into me. His words were muffled, "Touch me."
"I don't know if you mean that platonically or sexually."
"Numbskull, just do it."
"Why do you have to make things so complicated?"
"Because I have no other choice. Simplicity is boring. I'd rather have you screw around than be completely bored with my inactive attitude.
If it should ever exist, that is."
I didn't respond. I had too many things to say.
He ignored the fact I was being silent, and slithered his arms around my abdomen. His head was faced to the side, eyes closed as he pressed against me.
"You're fuckin' weird, English."
A small snicker was my only response.
I ran my left hand through his hair once, trailing it down his back.
There was a long list of questions and statements I wanted to make, but the silence was pleasing. His breathing, my heartbeat, it all worked. Everything was working.
"Dwerc." His cheek was squished, causing his speech to falter.
"Hm?"
"Dirk," He moved his head from me, keeping his arms around my body. His eyes gleamed, blinking through the lenses of his glasses.
"Yes?"
"What do your eyes look like?"
"I don't know, what do you think they look like?"
"Don't play games with me,"
"I'm serious."
"You're dawdling. Get on with it."
"Jake, I'm not removing my sunglasses."
"Who said you were to do it? I'd love to do the honors."
"It's not happening, English."
"You make me sound like I'm about to informally rape you. It's horrifying."
He removed his arms from my sides, dropping them to his lap.
"Well, you're not asking for consent, so it pieces together."
An over exaggerated sigh drew from his mouth. An index finger met with my chest, weight was applied, and we shifted. He had managed to climb on top of me. He hunched over, straddling my stomach. His face was close enough for myself to reach forward and kiss his entire face. But I didn't. I was too busy realizing he'd stolen the aviators off of my face.
I squeezed my eyes shut by instinct,
"Strider! Do you want me t-"
"Jake, give me those back."
"No. What's the difficulty here? There needn't be a conflict."
"Not that you know of. Now, hand them back to me. Simple, yes?"
"I have a request that has yet to be fulfilled."
"I won't be filling that request anytime soon."
His hands were under my jaw.
His hands were on my cheeks.
His hands were near my eyes.
He was literally trying to pull my eyelids apart.
"Woah, woah, wait. Stop." I couldn't let him accidentally damage my eyes. I opened them, peering up at him.
He was either extremely bothered, or speechless. I wanted to tell him they were terrifying. I wanted to tell him he didn't have to worry. But I didn't need to.
"Dirk-" His eyes shot from between both of mine, switching rapidly. He leaned in further, noses millimeters away. He didn't seem to notice, so I didn't either.
"They're extensively detailed,"
I held my breath, feeling oddly exposed.
"They're magnificent,"
I watched him straight in the eye.
"They're even orange. I'm in love with them. The way that they have a creamy sparkle to the way you dart them around. The irises seem to flow, and I could get lost in them. Astonishing."
Astonishing? Magnificent? What was he talking about?
"Jake, wh-"
"Your eyes are a blessing."
I lay there awkwardly, blinking more often than not. I didn't know where to look.
"I'm sorry, I'm so horrid." Why was I apologizing?
"Horrid? What could that ever mean?"
"I-" I closed my mouth firmly, huffing out my nose.
"I don't know. But you look really hot right now."
"What?"
"You heard me, dumbfuck."
"First of all, I would not like to be referenced to as 'dumbfuck' or any other explicit names. Second of all, I am not hot. My temperature is rather steady."
"You know what I meant."
"And you know what I meant."
"Glasses, English?"
"Ground."
"Prick."
"Dirty set of laundry."
"That," I was surprised. "hurt."
"You're a human being. Far from an inanimate object."
"You're still hot though."
"Back to that? Pervert."
"You're the one talking?"
"Buss me, moron."
"Fine."
I stared at him, not moving an inch. This seemed to make him annoyed, and he rammed the top of his skull into my ribcage.
"YOU IMBECI-"
He quickly kissed me, covering over his own statement. "Don't call me an imbecile."
"Even though that fucking hurt, you're decent. So I happened to enjoy the ending of that."
"I'm decent?"
"You're perfect, Jake."
"Dandy." He whispered, holding out a longer kiss this time. He held the sides of my face, breathing softly through his nose. We kept in place for an extended amount of time. We were relaxed, not even trying to make contact anymore. Our lips stayed connected, but we weren't applying pressure or pulling away. We just sat there in satisfaction.
Hoped so.
an - hey hey I know this is shitty and doesn't seem to advance the plot, but I wasn't planning anything special for this chapter. (if you consider kiss-y gay shit special than forget I said that) but you get the point. I sort of hate this, and should've spent more time on it, but I didn't want to be that one account that wouldn't update until after like- two years. anyways, I'll try making my next chapter better and more useful. My apologies.
yes there is an odd amount of dialogue in this someone kill me
