"Yo, kid, make space" Dave said, jumping into bed, still fully dressed from the Oscar cerimony he had to attend, and that he just got home from. Dirk stared at him, blankly, from behind the anime shades.
"Take your shoes off first, they're going to dirty the bed."
Dave laughed.
"I can pay for the sheets to be licked clean, if that's all what worried you. Put in some other channel, I can't see my face anymore."
"Take your shoes off." Dirk repeated, and Dave picked the remote of Dirk's hands, taking off the cover of the Oscars and zapping the channels, paying no mind to his younger brother.
"Dave, take your shoes off or so help me."
"Shut up, I'm trying to work here."
"Work on what, exactly?"
"On lookin sexy as hell in this fine suit, that I know you love."
"I love it even more when its matching shoes are off my white bedsheets."
Dave rolled his eyes behind his shades, setting up on some Disney movie.
"Ah yes, nothing to finish up a night as a good old Disney movie." Dirk sighed and sat on his brother's lap, picking up a blanket and covering them both. "You finally quit whining?"
"Yeah. I'm going to wait until your guard is down and you're crying, snap some photos and blackmail you into taking the shoes out."
Dave looked horrified.
"You wouldnt do that, you little shit."
"Yes, I would. Now take your shoes off like a good boy, and go pick some orange soda to me, then we can cuddle."
Dave stumbled a bit into his words. When did his brother became such a little shit he adored so fucking much?
"Alright,but can you suc-"
"No."
Dave sighed, throwing Dirk out of the bed and taking his shoes off.