Dave begins to develop feelings for his brother, Dirk, but is afraid to lay all his cards on the table in fear of rejection. He's too cool for rejection. Getting close to his brother seems to be increasingly difficult seeing as Jake, bros new found love interest, frequents their apartment more and more. What could be better than one Strider? Two Striders that know how to properly use English.
This is my first Homestuck fic so I hope you enjoy :) This is based on a dream I had haha.
WARNING: Incest, Yaoi, threesomes, if you don't like it don't read it!
Edit: I rewrote this chapter because I felt like it was to dry the first time. I like this one a lot better and hope that you do too! I will be rewriting the second chapter as well and am currently working on the third so yay! Thanks for all the favorites and alerts you guys it means a lot! Reviews are also greatly appreciated.
Dave Strider is the embodiment of cool. His eyes, hidden behind aviator shades, create an ever curious air around his person. These shades are an ironic symbol of just how cool one guy can be, and under no circumstances is he ever caught without them firmly in place over the bridge of his nose. His clothes are another pretty boss feature about him. He wears a lot of red, but not in the 'I'm obsessed with one color so I'll wear it every day' kind of way. It was more like the 'I know this color is the perfect color for me in every way possible' kind of way. He was an expert at knowing what was cool and uncool, and waking up in the morning was definitely uncool.
He would have made a grunting noise as he forced himself from the warm embrace of his blankets , but that would have been just too uncool. Instead he opted for remaining silent during his morning routine as he so often did. He brushed his teeth and styled his hair then shuffled out of the bathroom.
The walk from the bathroom to the kitchen provided him with a brief look of acknowledgement from his brother, who at that moment in time was perched on the couch sewing one of his god forsaken smuppets. Dave responded with the appropriate gesture of a simple head nod as he walked past. He caught his eyes lingering on his brother for a second to long, but chalked it up to admiration for his brothers cool.
He was making his lunch when interrupted by his bros silky smooth voice. "What are your plans for this weekend little man?" Dave turned around to see Dirk sling an arm over the back of the couch as he craned his torso to look at his younger brother.
"The usual," Dave replied calmly, "throwing together some phat beats rapping with people, and the never ending pile of homework one must do to improve their life tenfold." He turned back to his task at hand. Making lunch.
Dirks gaze never left Dave even when the younger male turned back around. Dave could feel his brothers eyes on him. "Do you want to do something with me? We hardly ever see each other anymore." It wasn't often…actually never had his brother asked him to hang out before. The thought sort of excited him as well as stroked his ego.
"Ironically bro that could be because you're never around." He paused and contemplated his options. One: sit at home doing barely anything, yet still remaining cool, or two: hang out with his brother and watch his levels climb the echeladder of cool. "but sure," He stuffed his lunch into a paper bag and put it in his backpack.
His brother replied with one smooth word. "Cool". Without another word the eldest Strider left for work. Dave slipped on his shoes and jogged down the hall and headed to school. Secretly he was wishing this particular Friday would go by faster than any other.
Contradictory to Daves feelings yesterday, Saturday morning arrived all too soon as the 16 year old was in a deep sleep. Definitely not ready for the rude awakening which his brother had in store for him. The icy air that attacked his body when Dirk ripped off his covers caused him to jerk into a ball and simultaneously sit bolt upright. His naked eyes darted around frightened before landing on the taller man. He was greeted with a smirk that made him want to punch that smug face. He jumped out of bed and stabbed his brother in the chest with a finger. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" He snapped, his usual cool, calm demeanor out the window. He was going to pry for an answer untill he noticed his brothers eyes travel over his body from behind his dark shades. He followed suit looking down at his boxer clad waist and realized he had a bit of a problem. His boxers were tented with embarrassing obviousness. God could this morning get any worse? "Get out!" His voice cracked in embarrassment as he shoved feebly at his brothers chest. "GET OUT GET OUT!" Dirk returned his actions with a smirk before slowly turning and leaving the room.
Breaking his usual vow of silence, Dave grumbled to himself throughout his morning routine. "Fuckin ass", he slipped on his shades and walked into the living room embarrassed but feeling much safer hidden behind his precious glasses.
"Ready?" Dirk acted nonchalant like this morning hadn't happened. Dave was grateful for this but also a bit put off by it. With a nod he followed his brother out the door.
Their day was fun but riddled with awkward moments imposed by Dirk. It set Dave on edge knowing that his brother was doing it on purpose.
Dirk all day had a knack for picking up on the awkward atmosphere and making even more awkward. On the bus to the mall Dirk deliberately sat too close to his brother pressing his thigh firmly against Daves. To him it was only a joke meant to make his brother feel awkward and irritated. To Dave it flustered him. He fought off a blush the entire time and each time he tried to adjust himself the thigh pressed closer till he was sitting with his legs uncomfortably pressed together. Now his awkward position mimicked how he felt. When they got off the bus Dirk guided Dave into the mall with a hand on the small of his back. Yet another mocking gesture. If he didn't know better Dave would have said that Dirk knew what is was doing to him, however the eldest Strider remained completely oblivious only doing it for his own amusement. As they walked through the mall people shot them scathing looks, some just because they looked possibly gay, others because they seemed to have noted the uncanny similarities between the two while also noting the intimate gesture. This succeeded in making Dave that much more uncomfortable, yet on the inside his heart was pounding and his skin heated where he could feel his brothers hand though his shirt. Later at lunch as the waiter walked came by to take their order, Dirk leaned across the table, his face much too close to comfort, to ask Dave what he wanted to eat. This received a confused look from the man and after that he seemed a bit awkward around them.
After a full day of embarrassments and heart pounding they finally returned to the apartment where Dave prayed he could retreat to his room in peace and think over the day's events without his brothers prying antics. To his dismay he was stopped at the threshold by said brother. Dirk leaned close to his face with a knowing smirk. "Where's my goodnight kiss?" He mocked leaning still closer "This was after all a date, shopping, touching, and lunch" He tone was completely calm not giving away his ruse.
Daves heart skipped a beat. "Fuck off asshat." He tried to keep his voice calm but was betrayed when he felt his brothers breath ghost over his face. A heated flush engulfed his face and he quickly shoved past his brother and dashed to his room slamming the door behind him.
Screw his brother for messing with him like that. His heart pounded against his chest. He flopped on his bed and huffed. What id his brother had leaned down just that extra inch? Would he have let himself be kissed? Would he have kissed back? No! No, he shouldn't be thinking about that! It was completely wrong and disgusting. Or was it? He didn't find himself particularly grossed out by the thought. Mostly just uncomfortable because he knew it was wrong. He asked himself again if he would have let it happen and this time he was met with a strange fluttering sensation in his stomach and it made him squirm. Could he possibly have feelings for his brother?