I was struggling to decide what to do for B…and it's 4/13 so…yea…yea? Also the age is just…random I guess.
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Birthday
Your name is John Egbert and boy are you exhausted. Today, the 13th of April, is your twenty-second birthday. As promised you and your boyfriend went to your father's house for dinner. Initially the dinner had been ok. He'd made your favorite meal and kept his teasing of Dave down to a minimum. He liked to grill him on his job prospects and if he was planning on marrying his "one and only precious son". You'd actually had a nice chat with the both of them. It was a peaceful night. Of course you always dreaded what came after your birthday dinner. Cake. Dave ate a big slice and happily accepted the remainder of the cake to take home. Your dad set a slice of the sickly confectionary in front of you but you refused to touch it. It was an annual game you played with him. You told him you didn't want cake, he'd cut a slice for you anyway, you'd turn up your nose and eventually give in and eat at least half of it to please your dad.
With dinner and presents behind you all you wanted to do was sleep. You'd hopped in the shower needing to get the sweet smell of cake off of your clothing. Now in warm pajamas and hair mostly dried you were ready to put yet another birthday behind you. After you drag your human body pillow to bed with you that is. You find him in the kitchen, cake in front of him, fork in hand and icing on his lips.
"Really Dave?" You ask as you enter the room.
"What?" He responds through a mouth full of cake.
"You're going to make yourself sick if you eat anymore of that."
"I will never get sick from too much cake."
"I don't know how you can eat so much of that stuff. Voluntarily."
"It's delicious, bro. There's just something wrong with your taste buds." He crams another forkful of cake into his mouth and you wrinkle your nose.
"Please tell me you'll brush your teeth before coming to bed."
"Why? Have you got some fun things planned for tonight?" He smirks making himself look goofy with the icing still on his lips.
"No. I'm tired. But that doesn't mean I wasn't planning to give you a goodnight kiss. Which I won't unless you wash that stuff out of your mouth."
"Oh come on." He says, placing the fork on the counter and coming towards you. "You're going to let cake keep us apart?"
"Yes."
His arms come around you to rest on the small of your back as he pulls you against him. He smells sweet like sugar and icing but you don't push him away. You do cross your arms over your chest and look up into uncovered eyes. He'd gotten in the habit of leaving his sunglasses off when at home with you. You didn't like not being able to see into his eyes. He leans down for a kiss but you turn your head quickly enough so his lips land on your cheek feeling slightly sticky. He pulls back and sets his mouth into an exaggerated pout.
"Brush your teeth and you can kiss me all you want."
"If I brush my teeth I won't be able to eat any more of it tonight."
"Is the cake more important than me? Would you like to take it to bed instead?"
He cracks a smile and places a kiss to your forehead. "Depends. Is it as good in bed as you are?"
"Gross Dave. I didn't need those mental images." You close your eyes and try to scrub the thoughts away with your hands pressed to your forehead.
He takes advantage of your lack of site and swoops in for a kiss. You gasp in surprise and his tongue invades your mouth. He tastes like icing but you hardly notice with the way he's maneuvering his tongue against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and stand on your toes to better reach his lips. Dave manages to move you backward until your back is against the wall. His hands move down to cup your ass as he lifts you so you can wrap your legs around his hips. It was definitely more comfortable to kiss him when you were at the same height. He presses his half hard length against yours and grinds your hips together. You groan into the kiss and tangle your fingers in his short blonde locks.
"I definitely think it'll be more fun to take you to the bedroom. The cake can stay in the kitchen." He grins, breaking the kiss and panting quietly.
You roll your eyes. "I still haven't collected my birthday present from you."
He gives you one last lip bruising kiss before carrying you in the direction of the bedroom with promises of the best birthday present possible.
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It took me way longer to finish this than I thought it would. Why are they always in the kitchen in my fics? I honestly don't know. They just are. Happy birthday John! Have a nice big slice of Strider ass! Make sure to enjoy it slowly though. Or, ya know, quickly and against a wall. Whatever you prefer sweetie it's your birthday.
