Anything For You

Chapter 3 {Part 1}

Chapter Three

Jake shook his head with a slight chuckled and left the bathroom to go get properly dressed. "Get on a shirt, would you?" He called to Dirk, and went to their shared bedroom to take his pajama shirt off and put on some real clothes. Dirk followed, going straight to his drawers and pulling out one of his shirts. Careful not to run it along his back, he slipped it on. Once his shirt was on, he crossed his arms.

"Maybe I want to go shirtless," He chuckled.

"Maybe you should just prance around without a shirt on. Show off your scars," Jake winked at him with a smirk. "Chicks dig scars, you know?" He chuckled, even though knowing Dirk's wounds were still fresh and not near to scars at all.

Dirk shook his head slightly chuckling, "Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny." He turned to him completely, "You should so become a comedian." A few seconds after saying that, Dirk realized how dry his throat was, and decided to leave the room to go get a drink, walking somewhat quickly to the kitchen. On the other hand, Jake didn't even notice him leave. A huge grin on his face, he slipped some shorts over his boxers.

Still thinking that Dirk was in the room, he continued to talk. "I'm serious Strider! The nurses would be swooning all over the hospital!" He sat on the bed and started putting one a pair of shoes, "You probably wouldn't even be able to get any treatment due to the high percentage of swooning you would cause! Maybe you should only walk around shirtless at home because while I do find scars quite charming, I am quite resistant to-" He cut himself off, noticing Dirk wasn't even in the room anymore to hear him ramble, "Oh." Within the matter of seconds, Dirk had quickly gotten back in the room.

"Sorry I left, was feeling a bit parched," He cleared his throat, "Now, What were you saying?" He says as he leaned on the wall, his foot propped up.

"I suppose I just started rambling aimlessly." Jake shrugged, "But somehow I think I came up with the conclusion that you should be shirtless at home more often," he said putting on his green jacket and grabbing the house keys, wallet, and started walking towards the front door with Dirk following.

"Oh really now?" Dirk said, not bothering to put on a jacket or anything with the fact that he thought it wasn't too cold outside. He thought about Jake's words though. "Hmm, I'll consider it.

Jake smiled slightly at Dirk, Aren't you going to get cold wearing nothing but that?" He said as he opened the door for Dirk. With a shrug, Dirk walked out muttering a 'Thank you'

"I don't really feel like wearing something," He stopped to look at Jake and raised an eyebrow, "Won't you be cold only wearing shorts?" Dirk chuckled, and Jake closed the door behind the two. He looked down at the shorts he was wearing.

"Oh, sod off Strider. You know my legs barely ever get cold! Also, I don't even really own a pair of trousers." Him and Jake started to walk towards the stairs to get down from their apartment. Dirk laughed quietly.

"Yes. Yes, I know. I still wonder how you don't get cold quite frankly." He nudged Jake with his elbow, "It's actually not cold either," He shrugged, "You're probably going to end up taking it off before we even get there."

"We'll see," He smiled at Dirk, reaching for his hand, he walked down the stairs, swinging their arms as they did so. Once all the way down, Jake halted right before opening. Turning to Dirk hesitantly. "Do...Do you think the people who did this number on you will be out there?" He gulped, "Where did you even get in that fight anyways?"

Dirk gave Jake's hand a soft, and reassuring squeeze. "They shouldn't be out here I think... It happened quite a few blocks away, so I think we're safe." Jake let out a sigh in relief, before pulling Dirk outside a bit wearily. Slightly opening the door, Jake looked around in a comedic way. When seeing the coast was clear, he opened the door enough for both of them to leave when he confirmed that they were indeed alone.