Irrevocably, Irrefutably, Indisputably

by redhaze03

(That title is terrible.) Bro allows his little brother, Dave, to invite his internet friend over during the summer. He comes to three conclusions during that time: John Egbert is a megane shota, Dave is overly possessive, and He himself is a bad, bad man. Luckily, not as bad as he could be.

2. John Egbert takes things into hands

This story was only supposed to be from Bro's POV. God dammit, John.

Your name is John Egbert, and you are not an idiot. You are a master prankster and you know when people are doing underhanded things. You never minded being the butt of a harmless joke, or even the buildup to a joke on someone else. It was fun, usually harmless, and admittedly funny to see Dave all mad and flustered. But things had gone more than far enough. And like hell were you going to let this pissing contest between the blonde brothers dictate how you share one of the most intimate moments you'd ever share with your significant other for the first time. You're not sure how conscious Dave is of his actions, if he knew he was being a giant dillweed by letting his jealousy dictate the level of intimacy they should be at, or if it was all just subconscious on his part, but it all had to stop.

So you decide to take things into your own hands. Dave always wakes up well after you, which is fine. In fact, it's perfect. Your boyfriend had been seeing to your needs a lot during your stay in Chateau Strider. It was time that you returned the favor. You knew Dave had more experience than you. When you were still going strong in your no homo phase, he had met a boy whose dad was in the army. Tavros Nitram. Dave had told you about how the two of them had experienced a lot together, fumbling around awkwardly, learning what was good and not so good together. Usually at school. Or Tavros's place ( and honestly if things were always like this here, you completely understand why).

You didn't want to say that you were jealous… but let's be honest, you're totally jealous. Not that you hold it against Dave, it was no one's fault but your own that you had entrenched yourself so deeply into the closet that you were having tea with Mr. Tumnus. You couldn't have expected Dave to just dedicate his devotion to you at a time when you wouldn't even acknowledge your feelings for him even to yourself.

But eventually Mr. Nitram had been reassigned and Tavros had to go with him. They had decided to end things amicably, they still chatted once in a while even now. You joined in on a video chat once, you and Dave, Tavros and his new boyfriend, Gamzee (who you honestly think looks like a former stoner turned wheatgrass juice hippie). It had been nice.

Wait… why were you thinking about all of this now?

Oh, right. You're lack of experience compared to Dave. Boy, that had been a weird tangent. Dave had pretty much been in charge of every sexual escapade so far, for the most part, anyways. But you don't think he'd mind if you took a bit of initiative.

Your heart was beating so loudly you could feel the pulse in your ears. What if Dave didn't like what you did? What if he laughed? Or worse, he didn't react at all because there was no hope for even the smallest bit of improvement? What if he hated it?
N-no… no, Dave wouldn't hate it. He hadn't hated anything you had done with him so far. In fact, you're pretty sure that he had really liked a lot of it. You didn't want to be smug, but you had even gotten him to scream. That's right! Dave seemed to like all that you've done so far, so there's no reason to lose confidence now. With that thought in mind, you carefully shift on the bed. It was amazing that Dave could wake at the slightest movement from his brother, but when it came to you and your bumbling, he slept like the dead.

It was hot as fuck, fuck Texas and its summers, but it meant Dave slept in only a pair of boxers and the sheets were always kicked off the bed sometime in the night. Onto the air mattress you've supposedly been sleeping on, but haven't once in your near two weeks in the Strider residence.

Trying to position yourself was awkward, staying balled up at the end of the bed made your legs cramp up at the knees and made your back ache, so you lay on your side, your feet by Dave's head, and you curl a little against the wall, and it's not perfect, but it's better.

Dave still hasn't woken up. Good. You lick your lips and for a moment just stare at what you're about to try to tackle. Morning itself already got the job started for you, but you weren't going to half ass this anyways. You lick your lips again and worry your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to keep your breathing normal and your heart rate steady.

...
Fuck it. You lean over, breath warm and moist as it ghosted over the material of his boxers (black with red lining). You lean in closer, taking a deep breath, inadvertently breathing in Dave's scent deep, nose bumping against the lump in his underwear in a miscalculated move that gets Dave's breath to quicken just a bit anyways.

You look up. He doesn't wake. You sigh softly in relief, and then gasp when the tenting in Dave's boxers twitches. The warmth of your breath was seeping into the cloth and apparently having a pleasant reaction on your boyfriend. A small one, but it was a start. With a smile you puff another warm breath over the soft cotton material, leaning in to mouth over the growing tube trying to find its way out of confinement. It draws a low, long sigh from Dave's lips, and encouraged, you press your lips to the cloth covered tip, lips parting to boldly flick your tongue over it, wetting the material.

Dave's cock jumps under your mouth and it's such a gratifying feeling. You can understand why Dave liked to make you cry out his name, because now you wanted to do the exact same thing to him. You mouth over the growing length, covering the cloth in wet, open mouthed, sucking kisses, and you could feel each of Dave's thigh muscles jump under your hands. His hips twitch up and he moans, low and breathless.

You can't help but wonder if it's normal that just this was making your hard. Doesn't matter. You ignore the growing ache between your legs to indulge Dave's instead. Your hands smooth up his legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling down, the friction making Dave shudder under you. His hands are suddenly clutching the back of your head tight and he moans your name. Your breath catches in your throat, staring down in shock, as much as you can with Dave's hands pushing you down. He was... still asleep.

"Mmm, John..." He moans your name and the small hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Dave," you breathe back in response and kiss the crown of his cock when it's finally exposed.

You gently suck the bead of pre that wells up at the tip. It's salty on your tongue, but not really bad. You part your lips a little, enough for the Dave's cock head to push past your lips with the smallest bit of resistance before you open your mouth wider so you didn't scrape your teeth over the sensitive length, dragging another moan from the blond, followed by a choked curse that has you looking down again.

Blood red eyes are staring at you in shock. "John?! Holy fuck!"

You can only look down at him timidly, eyes half lidded, then lean back down to take a bit more of him into your mouth. The response is immediate and overwhelming. Dave curses again, and his hips buck up hard, making you choke and draw back, cough, eyes watering a little.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, man I'm sorry. I didn't… are you okay?" Dave tries to pull you back around to face him, but you squirm in his hold enough that he knows to stop. You didn't look your most attractive right now. Really, who liked the red faced, crying look while you shake with stifled coughs? Completely unsexy.

"I'm… o-okay," you manage to wheeze out; taking a deep breath after that to try to stop said wheezing. "Well… I mean, besides completely embarrassed," you tilt your head just a little to catch his eye with your watery blue. "So much for a sexy surprise, huh?"

"God damn," Dave breathes out, still staring at you in awe, "What… I mean, I don't…"

"Don't what?" you ask, quirking a brow. Your breathing was starting to get back to normal.

"I mean … why?"

"Why… did I do that?" you shrug, looking shy, "I just… wanted to make you feel good."
Dave groans and even though he was already lying out on the bed, he managed to flop back completely, "Holy shit, Egbert, are you trying to kill me?"

"I wasn't that bad!" you huff, indignant. Kill him? You had been so careful, you hadn't even touched him with your teeth.

"Not that bad, he says… Not that bad," Dave starts muttering.

He suddenly takes hold of your hips and drags you over so you're on top of him, your crotch in his face. You squeak, and fuck, you can swear your face is burning a bright, tomato red, "D-dave?!"
"Shut up, John. You started this," already he's pulling your pajama bottoms down along with your underwear.

O-oh!

"Oh," your heart rate picks up, and your arousal comes back full force as Dave maneuvers your clothes off one leg, then the other, leaving you naked on top of him.

"That all you got to say?" Dave asks, a smug little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You reply by rolling your eyes and ducking down to take the head of his cock back into your mouth, smiling around the hissed curse and the sucked in moan.

"You little shit," you hear the amusement mixed with pleasure in Dave's voice.

You weren't prepared for the sudden wet heat of Dave's mouth engulfing half your length in one fluid motion, but you should have. Dave wasn't prepared for the vibration of the low moan you gave in answer, though he probably should been have, too. You didn't want to be left behind, so with a small hum you take another inch of Dave into your mouth, and then another, making sure you kept you teeth tucked away under your lips, and suckling slowly. It was tricky, especially with the height differences between you, but Dave curled up a bit to give you more leverage. He was always thoughtful like that. He was thick, and you could feel more pre dripping onto your tongue, hot and salty, pooling under, a thin line of drool trickling down your chin.

"Mmmgh, mmn... hmmm," the little sounds left you as he returned the favor and then some, muffled around thick heat, and your hand curls against Dave's hip, the other squeezing, pumping up and down the base of his length.

Oh god, whatever Dave was doing, you doubt you were doing anything even a tenth as good. You don't have a tongue piercing like him after all. And dear lord, what Dave can do with that tongue bar! It shouldn't be legal! You're shaking on top of him, your knees threatening to stop holding up your weight, and your hips rocking shallowly. He didn't choke on you while you did it, either. Fuck, Dave was still taking more of you into his mouth, guiding your hips lower. You could feel your tip gliding along his soft palate. Oh god... oh god, his tongue, and the suction and... and...

And then it was gone, Dave's panting breath cool on your wet skin.

"F-fuck! E-egbert, who taught you how to do that?"

What? You pause, and the needy whine it draws from Dave is enough to make your toes curl.

Oh...
While you had been so preoccupied with the feeling of Dave slowly but surely taking the entirety of your dick in his mouth, you had distractedly kept up with the timid motions and careful suction of his length in your own. And somehow your tongue had slipped under the fold of his foreskin. The skin beneath it felt different, smoother somehow, warmer, the taste just a bit different, stronger. You slide your tongue just a little bit, curling up the sides of the agile organ so that the tip of your tongue better cradled the head, humming softly. The reaction is startling. Dave's hips jerk hard, you barely keep up with the motion to keep him from choking you again, or worse, slamming his dick hard against your front teeth. He moans, deep and low, the sound muffled when he bites his lip, his thighs quivering hard under your hands. It's sends tiny shockwaves down your spine.

"Oh shit, holy god, John, you're gonna kill me, I swear to fuck…"

You can tell he means that in a good way this time, so you press your tongue in just a bit deeper, sliding under his foreskin to gather more of that thicker taste, swirling, pressing up Dave's tip to the roof of your mouth and then sucking hard.

"John!"

You hum around him in answer. His nails bite into the soft flesh of your ass, and you suck in a sharp breath through your nose. He massages and kneads the fleshy area afterwards, as if trying to soothe the sting away. You mewl, and rock back into the feeling, because it's oddly nice. You never thought you'd like your butt being touched as much as you actually do. It made you blush darker than ever now just remembering how much you liked it. Not just your butt, but more specifically, your butt hole. You found that out during your stay here. You'd been very reluctant at first, but Dave was so good at convincing you. You're kinda glad he did.

"D-dave," your voice is so thick and raspy, you didn't recognize yourself at first. You pressing little smacking, sucking kisses to the tip of Dave's length, flicking your tongue against the flared head as you pull the foreskin down.
"Whatever it is you're gonna ask: yes, just yes. As long as you don't stop doing what you're doing," Dave groaned, especially when you lap up the salty bead of pre that was welling up at the tip.

"I… umm… you remember the other day? Tuesday…?" your voice was shaking, cracking like you were going through the start of puberty all over again.

"Mm, you mean the day you flashed Bro your ass? Ow! Fuck, do that again."

You do bite his thigh again, harder the second time, huffing since it only got Dave to moan louder, "That's not what happened, and that's not what I mean. Shut up about Bro for a second, you're gonna make me jealous."

"I'm gonna make you—?! Unnh!"

"Dave, I said shut up!" You bite higher on his thigh, close to the seam where leg met hip, the hissing sound is gratifying. "I mean what happened after that… that thing you did with your finger…" You wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Dave could feel the heat of your blush on his skin.

"… John…" Dave's voice is carefully neutral, "Are you saying that you want me to finger fuck you?"

You don't think words alone were supposed to get you to tremble like that. "Mm-hmm," you don't trust your voice right now.

"You want me to slip my fingers inside your plush ass, one by one, open you up slowly?" the careful neutrality of his voice was giving way to smug satisfaction, "Rub your insides and stretch your virginal little fuck hole till you cum all over my face without having to touch your dick…"
You want to protest the language, but when you part your lips all that comes out is an embarrassing, whining moan. Your body furthers that betrayal, cock pulsing hard and you just know a heavy drip of precum just puddled itself on Dave's chest. Holy shit, it wasn't fair that the blonde knew just how to push all the right buttons. Buttons you hadn't even known you had until you came here to Texas. You should have spent more time learning Dave's weaknesses.
"You like that, huh?" Dave's voice was practically a purr. "You like it when I talk dirty. Calling your body slutty, telling you how eagerly your desperate little hole swallowed my finger up last time, didn't want to let me go. You loved it, every second of it. And you love when I tell you all the things I wanna do to you just to hear you moan my name." His voice had become a throaty, low rasp, and it shouldn't make your entire body tingle. It shouldn't.

"Dave..." you breathe like you're dying of thirst and he's your oasis in the desert.

"Man, the things I want to do with you, to you. I want to ruin you for everyone else, Egbert. Take everyone else off your radar completely. I want you to see only me. You can't even understand it, the level that this goes down to. I want you to crave me like you crave air to breathe, to stay up lonely nights in Washington where all you can do is think of me and all the things that only I can make you feel. And I want you to touch yourself whenever you think about me, shove your fingers inside yourself, wet with sweat, hot, and desperate, ride them like a five dollar whore, call my name, and cry because just pretending it's me isn't enough to satisfy you and there's nothing you can do about it."
The noise that escapes you is inhuman, harsh, high, and keening. Your knees are shaking and it's all you can do to keep from buckling under the weight of your own lust and smothering Dave with your ass. Little did he know you sort of do a version of what he just described already. Not the butt thing, that's still new territory, the rest of it is still true, though. But hearing him being so possessive of you... It turned your bones to gelatin and your muscles to goo. The filthy words in between were like electrical currents misfiring in your brain, sparking over your body and lighting up the pleasure center in ways that should be impossible.

"Dave… please!" you think those are the only two coherent words left in your vocabulary, but it does the trick. With a final, long lick from the dripping tip of your length to the base, Dave eases you off him, turns you around like you're weightless, sets you down to straddle his lap. For a moment you're facing each other, and you don't waste time in claiming his lips hungrily, the taste of yourself mixing with the taste of him already thick on your tongue.

"Mmm, hnnn!" you can't be sure who exactly is making that noise, but it's of little consequence right now. Your hips grind down on his, the slick heat of his length gliding smooth against your cleft where you swear you could feel it pulsing, bumping against your perineum with tiny surges of tingling bliss. And you would have been content to stay like that. To keep frotting against him until you both came, but the sudden touch of cold lube coated fingers down there brings your rocking to a yelping stand still. When had he…?

His chest and shoulders shake with silent laughter and you huff and nip at his bottom lip. God damn ninja Striders.

The lube tingles cool on your skin, warming up as his fingers rub it in, then hotter in soft pulses. Oh god, just what did he put on you?

"D-dave!" you gasp out his name, a tremble in your voice and down your spine, bucking down hard against his hips, and then eagerly back to those teasing digits. He dribbles more over your skin, over his fingers while they rubbed your secret, tender flesh into relaxation. Until the touch no longer felt weird and started to feel good, drawing out mewls that you breathed into Dave's air, breathing in his soft moan in return

The world was spinning and he had just barely started touching you. Or maybe it was the fact that you were now lying with your back on the bed. That could definitely be it. You look up into mischievous, lust blown, bright red eyes, and god, Dave should go without his shades more often.

He lowers his head, his breath hot against your throat, the shell of your ear. "How badly do you want it, Egbert?" his fingers crook forward, a fingertip pressing against the pucker of your entrance, slipping in just enough to get your muscles jumping again, coating just a bit of the inside with that tingling cool that would inevitably turn pulsing hot. He draws back, then teases again, not going any further. He dribbles liberal amounts of extra lube while his fingers ease you just open enough that it spilled in. You keen, back arching, you can't help it. But he stops again, just pressing lightly, so lightly, taunting you with what you want.

Nnngh, fuck! He can't be doing this. He can't be teasing you this way. But he was. You whine his name and wiggle your hips back and up, wanting more, demanding more without words. And your only reward is Dave drawing his fingers away completely, when he has you pulsing and throbbing for him.

"John," his voice is teasingly reprimanding.

"Nooo," you whine back at him, covering your face with your arm, like that would save you from his gaze. "You can't do that! You're not allowed to do that. Don't make me beg, Dave. I swear to god, I will kick you. Just… just do it! Stick your fingers up my butt already! Press that special spot that makes me wanna cum. Just do that and stop being a dick!"

A pregnant pause falls between the two of you. You can feel Dave's stare, even though you couldn't see it. Oh god, what did you just do? Today seemed to be the day where you say things you can't believe. You want the mattress and the floor to split open and swallow you up until you could hide in the center of the earth. It's worse when Dave laughs, but it gives you the courage to meet his gaze in a glare of blue on red.

"Don't laugh! You jackass, this is—!" Whatever words were prepared to spew themselves from your mouth were cut short by hot, insistent lips and an agile tongue that sapped your anger and your very will. The bubbling heat evaporates into a soft, long moan, tense muscles melting again, feeling like a puddle under Dave's sure weight.

"God damn, but you're so fucking adorable, Egbert. You don't even know what you do to me, do you?" Dave murmurs against your lips. You get the feeling you have an idea if it's even remotely like the way he was making you feel now.

But he was still stalling, so you nip at his bottom lip, "Stop teasing me, you asshole."

He chuckles, "As you wish."

You want to kick him just for the smugness in his voice, but then he's pressing inside you. A single digit easing its way in, still foreign enough that it made you squirm and your muscles involuntarily contract, wanting to push the intrusion out. It's more uncomfortable than painful, but you knew what would come next, so you endure until you could feel it, biting your lip to keep from making any sound of discomfort. The last thing you wanted was for Dave to stop.

"John, breathe," Dave's voice is soft and warm against your throat.

You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath until then, but your lungs were burning when you sucked in a sudden, harsh breath. Soft, lightly chapped lips brush soothing lines along your throat, your cheek, down to your ear, whispering soft assurances.
"Breathe, baby. You have to relax," he doesn't remove his finger, curling and relaxing lightly inside you until you started to get used to the feeling. The pulsing heat of the lube helped ease your muscles and it wasn't long before your ragged little pants became long, even breathing again. "That's it, just like that. God, your gripping me tight. You should see it, you're all pink down there. And fuck, you're gripping my finger tighter now, pretty hard to move it, John. Doesn't that hurt? Or does it feel good? Oh shit, you like it, huh? You like it when I give you the play by play? Or when I describe you down there? All hot and pink and gripping around my finger. Nnh! You just squeezed down pretty hard there. You embarrassed, Egbert? You asked for it."

You couldn't answer him, though you knew your face had to be cherry red at this point. What was he doing to you?! You whimper softly and you think he understands, because he stops teasing you.

You've adjusted to the intrusion, but it still felt weird to have something touch and rub insistently on your insides. You can feel him pushing in deeper, exploring you further. But it's starting to feel good, a slowly building feeling of... something that's strange, but not bad. Like an urgency, a craving for something you couldn't think of.

You moan when you feel the bump of Dave's knuckle against the outer ring of muscle. His finger was as deep as it could go inside you.

"Dave," you sigh his name, heavy arms lifting to hook themselves around his neck.

You get a rare smile from the Strider that makes your insides squirm pleasantly. "Feel good?"

"Mmm," you hum in lazy assent.

"How about..." his finger rubs, explores, finding that sweet bundle of nerves that makes stars break out across your vision, "now?"

Liquid heat shot up your spine, ignited by misfiring sparks from nerve endings screaming 'oh god, too much' and 'so good, more' all at once. Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel like you were going to scream, but you couldn't. A strangled, desperate shudder of a sound was what came out instead.

"Looks like I found it," the younger Strider stares down at you, eyes half-lidded, lust bright. Those eyes rove your body from head to toe, and you know he's taking in each twitch and muscle spasm before they meet and hold your gaze again.

You suck in a sharp breath, back arching when he does it again, and this time you had sufficient oxygen to moan for him, "Dave!"

He shushes you softly, then claims your lips with his own, hot and savage, dominating, sucking your soul right out of you with a skillful tongue. It made breathing harder, like your body forgot you had a more natural way of acquiring oxygen. The world spun for a moment, going light and fuzzy around the edges, but you didn't dare pull your lips from the blonde's, to break the duel between slick tongues, swallowing every sound the Strider submitted directly into your mouth like the sweetest honey.

In the end, Dave breaks the kiss first, sucking in starving breaths. You breathe each other's air, keeping your vision fuzzy. You stare at him for a long moment, everything surreal through the growing fog on your glasses.

You just barely notice the upward tick on Dave's lips before you cry out again, vision exploding with sparklers. You're not sure when exactly Dave had managed to work in a second finger, which was twice the amount of fingers he had used last time. You hadn't felt it until they rubbed against your sweet spot again with added pressure.

"DAVE!" a distant part of you knows that you should be quieter than this, but it was funny how little that part of you seemed to matter right now.

Your hips rock back desperately, impaling yourself harder on Dave's fingers, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck so that he doesn't dare try to get away from you. Your nails dig crescents into his shoulder blades and he grunts, rubbing faster, more insistently, which in turn only drives you wilder under him.

"Dave... Dave! Dave, please," you mewl his name between ragged breaths and quivering moans.

Your vision is floating, bobbing from the ceilings posters to Dave, to the darkness behind your eyelids, to the wall at the head of Dave's bed.

"You're beautiful like this, do you know that? So god damn gorgeous. Flushed, disheveled, fuck drunk, and moaning my name. I could watch you like this all day," Dave's voice is low and breathless, stuttering at the oddest times.

You know he's touching himself by the way his breath hitches between each lungful of words. And just the memory of that turgid flesh pressing slick and hot against your own, scoring hot lines between your thighs, just nudging that tender area where his fingers were digging you open, where he was carving himself into you and it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

"Daaaave, Dave, oh god, Dave!" You rock back against his fingers, wanting more, needing him more, so much more! Your carefully lift a leg between his, licking your lips on a crooked smile when your ankle and the top arch of your foot rubs against his sac.

"Nnn, fuck! You little tease…" he doesn't do anything to stop you, though. Instead he curls his fingers in again, massaging that sweet spot inside. You cry out, hips canting up wildly.

"John, are you gonna cum like this? Bucking bronco on my fingers without even so much as touching your dick? Feel that good inside you, huh?" He taunts you, but there's something in his voice, harsh, breathless rasps, something reverent and desperate, and overwhelmed. You knew that if you opened your eyes right now, looked upon his face, you'd see his carefully crafted composure would be nowhere to be found.

But he's right. You're about to lose it completely just from the press of his fingers against your magic button, the rough friction of calloused fingers gliding over slick inner muscles. They flutter and tighten, squeezing, relaxing around those intruding digits, and Dave is cursing under his breath. Just a little bit more, but everything inside you screamed that this wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

"I… Dave, I…" was that really supposed to be your voice? The sound that comes out of you is such a deep rasp, so you swallow down a moan, trying to parch your dry throat with the overabundance of moisture flooding your mouth. "I'd rather… c-cum… f-from having your dick inside me."

Everything goes stock still, and you immediately regret uttering the words. That was the dumbest… what was wrong with you? You can't believe you actually said that!

On top of you Dave moans, a stuttering sound, and he slumps forward like someone had cut his strings, his body curled over your own, "Tell me you're joking. Tell me you don't mean it. Say it!" the words rush out of his mouth in a barely recognizable jumble.

"W-what?"

With a desperate sound like a growl he plunges three fingers in deep to the last knuckle, brutalizing your sweet spot before your mind even has enough time to register the pain of being stretched wider so suddenly, until everything is stars and you can't even scream anymore.
"Nnnh, fuck... Egbert... tell me to stop. Tell me that you didn't mean it. Tell me before I can't stop myself anymore. Fuck, please." The wild glint in those red eyes shakes you to your core, freezes your veins and melts your brain at the same time. "You can't say it if you don't mean it..."

You realize the long whining sound is coming from you, and you yank Dave's head down towards yours, kissing him desperately, with all the lust he's drowning you in. "I... I want it, Dave... I want you... Please... Please, put it in me, be with me, I love you!" It's so hard not to babble, but you think you did a good job.

You didn't expect Dave to pull back from you like you just struck him. You're actually a little hurt from how quickly and eagerly he puts space between the two of you.

"Dave?" you sit up carefully and reach out to him, like you'd try to touch a nervous animal you were trying to calm without being attacked. He's muttering, fast, and soft, and low. You can't catch a word of it, but you finally notice the look on his face. He's... he's nervous. As nervous as you are, maybe more. "Dave, if you don't want to, we don't have t—"

"Of course I want to! I've wanted to since—" he cut himself off, shaking his head, switching gears, "How could I not want to?"

"Then why are you telling me to stop?" you gently rest your hands on him, one on his shoulder, the other cupping the back of his neck.

"I'm not telling you to stop. I'm telling you to stop me," Dave countered.

"Wow, well that clears everything up. Thanks for that." A part of you knows that now might not be the best time for sarcasm, the rest of you is quickly getting too angry to care.

"John," his tone is reprimanding again, but all the teasing is gone. "Don't you get it? How long have we been dating?"

"What? You mean officially? I don't know, maybe two months, almost three," why was he bringing this up now?

"Yeah, and when you got here, you were balking at just the thought of having my hand down your pants. I had to talk you into letting me get acquainted with little John."

"Robinhood's sidekick?" your tone is completely innocent, and so is your expression. You scoot a little closer to him again, starting to close the distance he put between the two of you.

"For fuck's sake, John," Dave looks about ready to shove your face away.

"I was nervous, Dave! No one has ever touched me like that before, okay? I'm allowed to be nervous the first time a hand that isn't mine touches my dick," especially when that someone is a guy, but you don't think saying that will help your argument. "And where is this coming from all of a sudden? You didn't have this reservation every other day that I've been here, why now?"

"This is different!" Dave said, exasperated. He yanked his fingers roughly through his sleep tousled hair.

"How is it different?" you counter childishly.

"Because I've never done this before, either!"
The silence in the room is deafening after that. You let your hands fall away, suddenly feeling like you've been taking advantage of Dave this whole time. Since the moment you decided to put this little plan into action. "Dave, I'm sorry... I... if you don't want to, you can just say so... I... I mean... it's not like I'll hate you if you say no, or something. You know that, right?"

"Oh my god," Dave nearly wailed, slapping his hands over his face, hiding his eyes, "We're not having this conversation. We can't be."

"Dave," you start, but a shake from the blonde's head stops your words in their tracks.
"I told you, John. It's not that I don't want to... fuck, I really want to. I've wanted to do this with you since I was twelve!"

You could feel a blush burst over your cheeks in a sudden explosion of intense heat, "Then what–?"
"Because! I've saved myself with just the hopes of this in mind. Don't you get it, John? Not even six months ago, you were still full out 'no homo, Dave!' And then one day you changed your mind, like a switch had been flicked. This impossible hope, and here it is, like something too good to be true. You suddenly change your mind, and here we are, and–" he tapers off, and you can see Dave struggling to find the words. He shakes his head and fists his hand through his hair again. You really want to scoot forward and comfort him, but at this point, you're not sure that you're allowed. "I... I know we already did all this, and the entire time I've been beating myself up for pushing you into it."

"But you didn't!" you try to interject, but Dave raises a hand to stop you.

"I did. Like a huge asshole, I pushed you into it every single time. And each time you told me to stop at first, and then you just... gave in. Like you decided it'd be easier and faster if you just let me have my way. And I tried to convince myself that it was okay. If you were going through an experimental phase, maybe it'd just be better to get it out of the way fast, and if you moved on, changed your mind again, you'd only rip me apart a little than if we took our time and I let myself get really attached."

"Dave," you tried to interrupt, but your throat feels tight, his name barely squeaked out. Your chest hurt with a mixture of cold dread and hot anger.

"But this..." Dave presses on, "if we did this, and then you changed your mind... I don't know if I could deal with that, Egbert. I don't know how well I'd handle the aftermath."

It was like someone suddenly told you the sky was actually sherbet orange instead if blue. For what felt like a small eternity all you can do is stare at Dave as he scrubbed his face with a fist, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. This... wasn't the Dave you grew up knowing on the internet. This was... the Dave you always knew was hiding deep down inside. You just never thought you get to see this Dave. At least not anytime soon...

"Is that... why you always made sure that you were usually the one doing everything?" it made a strange sort of sense when you thought about it like that. "Why you were so shocked every time I wanted to make you feel good, too?"

Dave doesn't answer, but that's sort of an answer in and of itself.
You can't believe that this is where things had led to. Your amazing seduction skills had led you down this road of uncertainty and doubt. With Dave not able to even look at you while pretty much every negative emotion you'd ever felt decided to have a convention in the pit if your stomach, and oops, they caused a traffic jam in your throat on the way down.

"Dave, I..." he won't even look at you while you talk to him.
Oh, screw this!

You shove your boyfriend over. Hard. Hard enough that he nearly topples off the bed, his top half of his head hanging off the foot of the bed, but it leaves him where you want him, sprawled out on his back where you can now straddle his hips. And you do, pouting down at shocked, crimson eyes.

"Dave," you voice is carefully neutral, and it's enough to get Dave's full attention on you. Because you weren't him, careful neutrality wasn't your gimmick, "How long have we known each other?"

"I, wha-?" Dave stumbles over his own words, but you just glare/sulk at him until he finally answers, "Since we were eleven. So about six years now."

"Right," you agree with a nod of your head, "Six years. That's a freakishly long time, Dave, almost a third my life. Basically, the only person I've known longer than you is my own dad. Jade and Rose not included since we all got to know each other at the same time and I haven't met either of them in person." You wave your hand away like you're trying to brush off the details, "So that being the fact, don't you think that by now you'd know me better than to be the guy that pulls a summer camp experimental phase with you? Do you really think that I'm that sort of guy?"

He doesn't answer you right away and it's all you can do to keep from slugging him. "No, man. But-"

"No buts!" You tap a finger to his lips, silencing him. "I gotta admit, yeah. I probably made this harder than it had to be. I was pretty stubborn about the not gay thing... I was so deep in denial that I convinced myself it had to be the truth and never questioned it again for years. But do you really think I'm the type of guy who'd start online dating my very best friend just to try on the gay life and see if it fit? Months of just talking about shmoopy things online like a lovesick preteen girl before finding out for sure whether I knew if that's what I wanted or not? That I'd be so thoughtless about your feelings that I'd do that to you? You don't think two months plus six years is enough to get too attached for just a trial and error run? Because I think it is"

Dave wasn't holding your gaze anymore, "It just... seemed too good to be true otherwise," he said quietly.
You sigh and curl over him, resting your forehead on his, your voice just bove a whisper, "Dave, you're my best friend. You've been my best friend before I even cared about what sex was. I would never risk our friendship like this if I wasn't absolutely sure it's what I really wanted. Are you really going to give me a hard time forever just because I wasn't sure about my sexuality from the beginning? Gonna punish our relationship by putting 'temporary' labels on it and keep me at arm's length when things start to get too serious?"

"Are we really gonna have this conversation right now, like this? Because while I do appreciate your naked, righteous wiggling, it's a real distraction," Dave was deflecting the conversation, hands calloused from years of sword play smoothing down your sides, your hips, and lower, making himself the real distraction. He was avoiding having to spill his own guts back to you, but you could see the tension had drained from his shoulders. What you had said had been enough to ease his worries. That was almost enough to let him get away from having to reciprocate your feelings verbally.

Almost.

"Dave!" You pap his hands away, "This is serious!" He wasn't getting out of this that easily. He started it, he'd finish it.

"What? Are you saying that the window of opportunity to partake of John Egbert's sweet, forbidden fruits has passed?"

You pap his face this time.

"Hey, watch the goods, Egbert," Dave tries to push your hands away, but all he accomplishes is starting a swatting contest between the two of you that ends with you pinned under him again, breathless and laughing.

You smile up to him, feeling everything inside you warm up at once when Dave smiles back, however lightly. How could there be any doubt to anyone that you were serious about Dave when just his smile turns your insides to warm jello? You lean up, like you were going to kiss those smiling lips, then you pap his cheek and fall back against the mattress with a teasing grin, loving the way his nose crinkled up for you.

"I just spilled my guts to you, now it's your turn!"

"No one called a feelings jam to session, your request is null and void. But if there are other things you wanted to do. Things we were doing just a little while ago, I'd be more than happy to accommodate you for that." Dave's hips grind down on your own, his length rubbing against your own, returning your flagged interest. You're tempted to let him get away with it, but no. Not today.

You pap his face again.

"God dammit, Egbert," Dave grouses.

"You started this, Dave. Now we have to finish it," you reply haughtily.

"It's already finished, Egbert."

"Dave."

"John."

"Oh my god, Dave! Would it really kill you to talk about this a little?"

"I already said all I had to say on the matter," Dave sits back again, leaving you feeling cold without his body heat to blanket you. You sit up after him, grabbing onto his wrist to make sure he didn't try to bail on you. He could break your hold easily, but he gives you a look like a trapped, feral cat, and you know he's not going anywhere.

"I knew I had a crush on you since we were twelve years old. And at first I was just gonna leave it at that, I almost did leave it at that, but it just got worse the older I got. And I started dropping hints. And you... instead of picking up the bread crumbs and following them to grandma's house, you decided that all those bread crumbs were a bromance unlike any other and you ran with it. It was like the biggest fucking hint. And I took it.

"Or I was gonna take it, but instead I just sort of went along with you, see how much you'd let me get away with in the name of bromance. Thinking that maybe you felt the same way, but you were testing me. I kinda liked the idea of dancing around each other until one of us had irrefutable proof. It's like something out of one of Vantas's romcoms. Or maybe like Inu Yasha or something."

"Which one of us would be Kagome?" You hate yourself the moment the words are out of your mouth, but you just couldn't help it.

"No, shut up. We're not going there. And I would totally be Inu Yasha," Dave flicks the subject away with a quick hand gesture. "The point is, this went on for years, John. Years. And the fateful day that will forever be known as 'No Homo Day,' didn't even happen until I was fifteen years old, and you told me that Vantas revealed romantic intentions towards you. And first I freaked that I'd held back too long and I'd lose you to Karkat, but it was even worse, having to live with the bombshell that you weren't gay after all. That all the playful flirting and the hints and the gestures had all been in my head."

"Dave..."

He doesn't let you cut him off, "Do you remember what happened after that, John? That I told you Bro was taking me on an ironic hiking trip for spring break and that I wouldn't be able to talk to you at all until I got back?"

You nod, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Complete fabrication. Never happened. I had to get my shit together if I wanted to salvage our friendship from myself and my rebuffed first love emotions. Anyways, after that it took a while for me to feel normal with you on the inside. I guess in a way I never really did get used to it. But I learned how to deal with it without making things weird between us. And then I met Tavros."

You hope that Dave didn't notice that way you tense up at the mention of his relationship with Tavros. If he did, he was much better at hiding it than you were.

"And things were nice with Tavros, they were good, comfortable, it made things with you easier, too. But... I guess I always knew it wasn't a permanent thing with Tavros. I think he knew it, too. That's why neither one of us wanted to try the long distance thing when it came time for him to pack up and move out with his old man again," Dave shrugs, like the near year he had been with Tavros wasn't a big deal at all.

"And well... it was months after that that you suddenly gave that hint of irrefutable proof that I had been waiting for since I was thirteen years old. At first I thought I was dreaming. I think it's the only reason I had the balls to take that hint and follow it back to you. Sometimes It still feels like it can't be real. And then you wanted to come here for a visit and holy shit, that could only mean that you wanted to take our relationship to the next level."

You blush, nodding lightly.

Dave runs his fingers through his hair, "Shit, so that really was it. Bet you weren't expecting the visit straight out of a porno, huh?"

"Well... no, not really," you smile sheepishly, "And yeah, my initial reaction was to freak out, but if I wanted you to stop, I would have stopped you, Dave. And I know that if you knew I really meant no with no ifs, ands, or buts, that you would have stopped yourself, too. All I had to do was tell you to, right?"

Dave doesn't answer verbally, but he nods and you offer him a smile.

"So then... everything is okay now?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you lean forward and kiss him.

He hesitates at first, one, two, three beats, then the world blurs and you find yourself flat on your back again while Dave spreads your legs open and over until your knees are at your ears. Fucking flash stepping ninja. You never should have showed him you could do that. You make a sound of protest and he withdraws just as fast.

"Oh shit, sorry... I... I should have asked... Umm... I guess the moment's passed now, huh?" He's mumbling.

You give him a look and let go of the tension on your legs, lowering them back to the bed, having to spread them open wide to get around Dave, giving him quite the view. You blush, but try to remain composed, "I... I wouldn't say that. But a little warning would have been nice." You yank him down for another kiss.

It's slow and simmering, gradually rebuilding the heat between the two of you. His body fits against your own amazingly, sun kissed and warm as it covered your own peachy pale. Hard muscle covered in warm satin decorated with the smaller, ridged puckers of scars from sword strifes. You traced those scars with fingertips, every single one within your reach, enjoying the way Dave's muscles would tense under your hands before going loose again.

You lose yourself in just this, kissing Dave, touching him, exploring his back and arms, feeling those rough hands investigating your own body, embarrassed by how soft you were compared to him. Not fat, but lacking definition, plus your stomach had a bit of pudge to it. Dave didn't seem to care that you're not the sculpted Adonis he is. Crazily enough, he seems to like your body exactly as it is. The calloused pad of his thumb slides over your chest, tugging at a nipple and you moan into his mouth. It was the wrong (right) thing to do. Having found a weakness, he sets his near full attention on it, pinching and tugging at the sensitive bud of flesh until it tingled, nearly numb, swallowing every mewl, moan, and whine you gave like it was his oasis. All while his other hand slid further south between your bodies, smoothing down your belly until the long digits wrapped around both of your lengths with a soft squeeze, sucking the moan directly out of you.

Minutes pass, hours maybe, and you break the battle between your lips and tongues, gasping raggedly, the air feeling cold down your airway when it wasn't mingled with Dave's breath. "Dave, nnnh! God, Dave, please. I..." you swallow hard, "I want... need you... please?" You're not sure if he'll deny you again, if he'll draw away, even though it hadn't looked like it before.

"A-are you sure?" the stutter in his voice is the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You nod, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. "I'm sure. I want to— I want to do this with you."

Dave kisses you then, hard at fast, desperate, wanting everything from you,but it simmers down gradually to something warm and butterfly inducing. Or maybe that was just your nerves. You couldn't deny you were nervous. All your explorations had proven that you could like this sort of thing, but what if this was too much? And what if you did it wrong? What if you decided you didn't like it? Would Dave stay with someone who wouldn't go all the way with him and for how long?

Rough but careful fingers rubbed the tension out of your shoulders and you realized only then that Dave had stopped kissing you.

"John...?" Dave was so expressive without the shield of his aviators. You can see the worry clear in his eyes, in the furrowing of his brow. You wonder if he knows that about himself. You weren't going to risk telling him in case he didn't.

"I'm okay," you reply quickly, but that answer didn't seem to satisfy your boyfriend, so you sigh and clarify, "I'm nervous, if you asked me a year ago if I would ever be begging my best friend to stick his dick up my butt I would have had a good, long, and hardy laugh. That we're here feels like I suddenly stepped into Twilight Zone."

"We don't have to-" Dave starts to draw back, but you grab onto his shoulders.

"No, don't! I... It makes me nervous, but I want to. I want to do this and you already showed me that I could like it."

"We can wait until you're completely ready," Dave says, but h= e doesn't try to pull away from you this time, his thumb rubbing soothing c= ircles against your hip. "I don't want you to regret this later, I want you to remember it positively."

"I am ready. If you wanna wait until I'm not nervous we might wait forever," you tug him forward, your hand sliding down his arm to take hold of his hand by the wrist, leading it down between your legs, silently insisting that he start touching you again. "Or you might wake up one day to find me trying to impale myself on you in your sleep."

The Strider sucked in a sharp breath, hummed in approval, a low, rasping sound like a purr, "Feel free to do that anytime you want, anyways. I encourage it, even. You can be the best fucking alarm clock I've ever had."

You snort softly, "Literally. But no promises. If I can ever get you ready for sleep sex without waking you up, we'll see where it goes from there. Mmmn," you suddenly bit back a soft moan as you settle Dave's hand between your legs, palm cradling your sac, fingertips pressed once again at your entrance, still tingling and sensitive from the special lube Dave had used.

Dave moans back in answer, fingers curling in, pressing, rubbing, teasing. He touches almost every part of you... d-down there. Every sensitive muscle unused to foreign touch, barely used to your own touch. His fingers are gentle, giving you just a bit of what you want, a sampling. But you need so much more.

Your hook your legs to his waist at the knee, tugging at his shoulders again. "Dave, please! I'm gonna... l-like this if you keep that up."

"God, it'd be worth it," Dave groans, understanding what you meant. He presses a fingertip in teasingly, as if trying to make sure your body is still stretched from before, but then he draws his hand away, taking a long, keening whine from your throat with him.

He sits back on his haunches, you miss his heat already, and he reaches across to his nightstand, rummaging the top drawer until he comes away with his prize. A string of condoms.

"You kept those?" you ask, a bit incredulously, eyebrow quirked up. It seemed to you that the length of them seemed to be substantially shorter than your memory said they should be.

"Yeah, I was flip flopping about whether or not to buy these at all for your visit. Bro decided to err on the side of caution for me, but then I told myself I wasn't gonna use them on you," the blond admits as he picks a foil wrapped package and tears it away from the rest, "Not that I meant I'd go without them if we needed them, but that we wouldn't have to need them at all, you get me?" he blathers on, and you smile to see him nervous, glad you weren't the only one. That's right. This was Dave's first time, too. "Used a few on a couple of test runs. They don't really teach you how to use these, at least they don't around here. Thank fuck for the internet."

"When did you find the time to do it?" and why hadn't you noticed it?

"Oh, you know. When you showered, when you ogled Bro for half an hou- hey!" Dave yelps indignantly when you grabbed a pillow to smack him with.

"Are you still going on about your brother? You're obsessed!"

"Said the pot to the kettle," Dave murmurs back. You ignore him.

He picks up the bottle of lube and drizzles it over his length, stroking himself a few times to spread it over in its entirety, and a few more times just because it felt good, you were sure of it. He was bigger than you, longer by about an inch and a half, not that you measured. It curves just a little and darkens to an angry looking red at the tip. He picks at a corner of the foil until he manages to open it, extracting the rolled up condom, and then with careful movements, rolls it down the length of his shaft.

You're fixated on the sight, how it glides over the flushed, pulsing flesh, trapping it in a shiny film. You swallow hard, licking your suddenly dry lips, in a few moments that was going to be inside you, and the craziest part was that you actually wanted it to be. How would it feel? All you can imagine is a strange pressure on your insides. It's still enough to make your body shiver and your muscles clench. Your vision suddenly jumps up to meet Dave's gaze, blushing brighter when you realize he caught you staring at his dick, that knowing smirk silently taunting you

He just huffs a small laugh and adds extra lube to the rubber. Your heart hammers in your chest, trying to escape you, run around the room like your nerves were making you want to do, but you just breathe deep and you look up at Dave helplessly. He looks just as nervous as you do, and yet he isn't really shaking at all. The blonde's hands smooth up your legs, tickling the back of your knees, making you squirm, sliding up to your thighs.

"John," his voice is a low husk, a bare whisper, as he moves over you again, between your legs, lifting each one to rest at his waist. He lifts your hips, placing a pillow under you before easing you down again. It felt a little silly, but you realize it left you in a more comfortable position for him to work with.

"J-just how much h-have you read into this?" you couldn't kee= p the hint of amusement out of your shaky voice.

"Thank fuck for the internet," Dave murmurs again in answer. He grips your hip with one hand, sliding down to the back of your thigh to push it back towards your chest, leaving you more open and vulnerable, and with the other he guides himself in the right way as thigh muscles flex and he positions himself.

And then you feel him press against you, muted heat, still searing, thick and solid and wide, so wide, thicker than his fingers, just pressing against you down there. Your breath catches in your throat, and for a second you're sure your heart actually exploded out of your chest. This was it. He hadn't even pushed in yet, but you clamp your eyes shut in embarrassment, and reach up for him, wrap your arms around his neck tight, pulling him down to you and hiding your face against his throat.

"Breathe," you hear a soft voice against your ear, "relax and breathe."

Dave's thumb rubs soothing circles against your hip until you remember how to breathe again. You whine and nuzzle his throat.

"S-sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. Please... Don't stop." Your voice is high pitched and desperate and scared and anxious and excited all balled up into a wad of nerves.

Dave doesn't answer you, just very slowly presses forward again. You feel it, the start of pressure, his body seeking entrance into your own. It just feels weird at first, but then it stops just pressing, starts to actually push in, and it feels like there's no way it could fit, but then it does. Your breath chokes in your throat and you know your nails are digging crescents onto Dave's back. Big, it's so big! Stretching you wide to the point where you think it might actually rip you in half, and it's just the tip! Just the tip...! You bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly, and you hold Dave to you tighter, not wanting him to suddenly draw away. You didn't want him stop halfway; you'd lose your nerve entirely.

"Fffffu-ngh!" a low hiss hitches into a strangled moan, and it takes you a moment to realize that the sound came from Dave and not you. He isn't much better off in terms of coherency. "Tight... so tight, gripping me, John. Oh god, John! Fuck shit holy damn, I can't. Too... too mu- Relax, you have to relax, baby. Breathe..."

You do as he says, sucking in deep breaths, willing your body to relax. You don't know if it works, but you feel Dave ease in deeper anyways. Slowly, carefully, like he's afraid you'll come part in his hands. You feel the slight difference once he gets past the first ring of muscles and you suck in a harsh breath.

Dave stills then, his entire body nothing but tightly corded muscles gone ramrod steel. You can feel the hard muscles of his shoulder blades twitching under your fingertips. His body leans over yours again, covering you protectively with sweat slick skin and burning heat. His breath is harsh against your ear, but his hand is gentle as it cups your cheek, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

Your breathing is still coming in fast, harsh pants, pulsing waves of dulling pain racing up your back. But the moment you look into the blonde's eyes, everything else seems to fall away. The way Dave is looking at you makes your heart skip a beat, and it's all you can do to hold his gaze.

"God, do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?"

"Ah," your lips part to reply, you don't even know what, but all that comes out is an embarrassing little squeak.

Dave smiles then, a soft, but full smile, and he leans down to brush his lips against your own, "What's the matter, Egbert? Left you speechless already?"

You can't even find the wherewithal to snark back at him. He rocks his hips forward shallowly, pressing in a bit deeper and you gasp, a soft cry catching in your throat. It... didn't hurt much, mostly it felt weird. You were already stretched open for him, the worst part over. But he eases in deeper and you feel the push and pull between your bodies, and it doesn't feel bad. Not bad, just weird, so weird, but... but...

"Mmn, Dave," his name slips out soft and low and long, shivering from your lips, and your hips twitch and squirm anxiously.

"John," Dave breathes out in answer, and he grips your shoulders tight from under your arms. Pulling you forward, he grounds down, pressing your bodies flushed together all at once.

"Aa-AAAHN!" His hips are ground in flat against the back of your thighs and he's inside you, fully inside you. You can feel him pulse through you, his heartbeat becoming your own. It almost hurts, but it doesn't. Your full, it's strange, and weird, almost like it felt when he slipped a finger in for the first time, but nothing like it at the same time. Just... strange, nice, warm.

He's still again, and his breathing is hard. You've never heard Dave breathe this hard, deep desperate inhales of air, exhaled with the softest sound of your name, like you were the one driving him crazy. Your heart skips a beat, muscles jumping, and his groan becomes louder, the answering throb making you squirm and shift back against him. It was like every action and reaction was connected between you, like you had forged a deeper link between the two of you than simple sexually.

It was the cue to both of you that it was okay to move now.

It's awkward, weird, out of synch at first, fumbling lurches and thrusts as you learned how to move together. It doesn't work and you can't help the wheezy little chuckle that escapes you at how hopeless the two of you actually are.

You stop, you both stop, looking at each other, shy embarrassment. His poker face cracks first with a small twitch of his lips, nose crinkling. Then you're both laughing, soft, breathy sounds, and all the remaining tension melts away. You opt out of moving for right now and Dave's lips mold against your own so perfectly, wet, warm, a little chapped. It's nice, it's familiar, tingling pleasure and building heat as your tongues slide and rub together, dueling for the dominance he already has over you that you weren't giving up without a fair fight. You press up, wanting to feel closer, feeling the shift deep inside. You both moan.

It starts again, slower this time. Dave draws back, and so do you, as much as you can. He rocks back in and your grind your hips against his, tearing ragged gasps and hiccupping keens loose from your throat. It's friction, heat, soft pulsations, and it starts to feel good. Just really so good... You're crooning against Dave's mouth and you have to pull away to gasp when he shifts and sinks in deeper still.

Each movement, each sway and shake is different as you learn together what feels good, what feels best. Dave is amazing, way too amazing for this to really be his first time. He pays attention to everything you do, even the slightest sound you make, learning what you liked most fast and drowning you in it. No hesitation, he just feels and lets you feel, and it's so amazing. He twists his hips, drives in deep, and it's like stars explode into life across your vision. You think you might have screamed, but all sound was drowned out by a white wash of rushing noise.

"Found it," Dave's voice husks breathlessly against your ear.

Your eyes widen, lips parting, about to say who knows what, but it drowns away, giving way to another cry as your entire world quakes in an absolutely indescribable way.

"DAVE!"

The last, taught string tying you to coherency snaps and the scope of your entire world narrows down to you and Dave, anchored there by your arms. His beautiful face flushed above you, glistening skin and disheveled pale gold locks, and just so perfect. To the point where your bodies are joined and he funnels pleasure straight up your spine in colorful bursts with each rock of his hips, his heat burying itself inside you over and over again in alternating shallow and deep thrusts, burning you alive from the inside out.

And he's shaking on top of you, body flushed, lips moving, but you can't hear the words, they hardly matter. You babble his name back at him, any word that surfaces in your mind and you cling to him tight. You do your best to move with him, against him, wanting more, needing to feel closer to him, to feel him, drown in him and everything he makes you feel.

It builds, fire and heat, rising waves crashing down, creating flash hot steam and bringing the world to a boil. It builds higher and higher with each passing second, and you can feel yourself rising to the edge.

"Dave! Nmmm! Auhn! Dave, Dave I- aah! I'm! Oh god please, I'm-!"

You think you might have heard him moan your name and tell you to do it. You might have imagined it. Either way, there was no way you could have held back any longer.

All your muscles feel pulled tight, like you're ready to burst into motion, ready to explode into a million tiny pieces. Dave draws back, far, far back, and for a second you feel empty, bereft, left hanging in the wind, cold and abandoned. And then he thrusts back in hard. A strangled cry rasps it's way out of your throat, past widely parted lips as your body goes taught like a tightly pulled bow. And then your string is released. Euphoria crashes painfully through your veins and floods your mind, blinding you with pure white.

It spirals and you can't tell if you're free falling into the void, or shooting up into the sun, but you want it to never finish, but you need to reach the end before it actually kills you.

The crash is surprisingly soft.

The next thing you're aware of is Dave's weight heavy on top of you, breathing hard for oxygen your body has forgotten how to distribute, and meeting glazed red eyes in time to see them close as Dave's lips meet your own. It's wet and sloppy, so uncoordinated, and the best kiss you've had with him so far. Your body feels strange, heavy, and at the same time empty, and you pull Dave down harder against you to make up for the loss.

"I love you," one of you mumbles, and you can't be sure who it is.

"Love you, too," comes the reply and it actually doesn't matter who said it.

You make a soft, breathless sound like a laugh when the world spins and you become Dave's blanket. You smile, and he returns it, and as if your bodies were still synchronized from your connection already broken, you both move together so that your lips brush soft and light, and then you cuddle together on the bed.

Your name is Dirk Strider, colloquially known simply as Bro. And you hadn't actually meant to listen into the sacred event that had just occurred on the other side of your wall. You're sure the twist in your gut is guilt for not giving your brother and his lover the privacy their first time deserved. And probably worse that you hadn't even tried to control your own body's reaction, either, from the natural arousal to the completely voluntary relieving of said arousal.

It was probably also wrong that your fantasies starred your own little brother with you along with John. Dr. Freud would probably have a few choice things to say to you on the matter. But you shrug it off, because fantasies were just fantasies and everyone was entitled to them. You knew the difference between imaginary spank material and things that you should actually never act on for the sake of the sanity of the people you actually care about.

But either way, you make your decision as you try to go back to sleep and worry more about it later. Or maybe not worry about it at all ever. Today you'll leave your brother and his boyfriend alone. No teasing, no feather ruffling, no jimmy rustling. If you had things your way they wouldn't even be aware of your presence in the apartment at all.

I'm so sorry for this chapter, but I just loved the idea of semi-awkward first time and then the feels sort of invaded the story all on their own.

Hope I'm not disappointing anyone with this turn of events!