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Smut in this chapter. Also feels. Don't kill me. \-\
Chapter 5-
They returned to the apartment only a few hours later. Dirk had increasingly grown more and more lightheaded - partially from the fumes and also because his heart was pounding way too furiously and he could not get it to stop. Regardless they had a fantastic time. For the majority of the duration spent surrounded by drunken, exhausted, dancing people they had sat out, chit-chatting of typical things. Though it was a thing they could have done just about anywhere, it felt quite the more special with the pound of background music and the presence of the crowd. At one point Roxy had strolled over and stole Dirk for a dance. She exclaimed something to Jake as they were sucked on to the makeshift dance floor that sounded quite like, "Don't worry, I'll ring your bf back hun! Bring."
During the period of absence, Jake sat alone and waited as a symbolic wallflower. He had time to think this way; granted that he still had a lack of explanation for his own actions, he had still felt a bit less puzzled by the time Dirk had returned.
Dirk could not believe what had happened there. He still felt like he was floating. Electricity soared through his body. Sparks remained reflecting in his eyes, and the heat pumping through his veins had not deterred even with the pass of time. There was nothing, no happiness in this world like what had been delivered to him in that moment. Jake smelled fantastic and tasted even better. Dirk had been extra resistant to the offer of drinks just so he could remember the moment as clearly as when it had happened.
It was around 5:00 that they had finally escaped the stifling crowd and entered an area which was pleasantly familiar; the apartment kitchen of their own residence. Jake was rambling from the moment the door had closed about how enjoyable their time was, and how great it felt to bond with Dirk.
"Jake?" the blonde interrupted his friend mid-sentence, "can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything chum!"
"Uh-" he cleared his throat and swallowed, "So, why... well, what was that for?"
"Oh, uhm," Jake's cheeks burned, "I'm, well... I'm not really sure, to be honest. I just, uhhh... felt like I had to... Did you not like it?"
Dirk nearly burst in to a fit of uncontrollable laughter. There was no way that Jake could be serious.
"Really? Bro, you're crazy if you think I didn't enjoy every second of that. Dude it was great."
"Really, you think so? Wow, uhh..."
The pair had been blindly recruiting various snacks to satisfy their growling stomachs - it had been a wordless agreement between them, something they decided to do just by a glance. They had, until then, avoided the subject of the affectionate encounter. Maybe it had still been too fresh in their minds; maybe they were still reveling in its tenderness.
"Did you want to...again?"
"I-"
"It's fine if you don't, I was just wondering," Dirk explained, his freckles underlining with a soft pink.
"I don't mind," Jake admitted. He had found - now - that their relationship was a lot easier to accept. Though he still may have had some questions for the ominous blonde, he also had a sort of fire in his heart. A hopeful glimmer. It not only excited him, but terrified him as well. After all, if he allowed himself to love again, it might have been just as bad as the previous. He had to go home sometime.
Dirk swallowed down his fear and winced as it plummeted to the pit of his stomach. He had fond his wandering arms to be especially needy that day, since they had not even hesitated to snake their way around Jake's dipped waist. English had reached to remove those pointed shades, which slipped off with ease. For a moment or two they simply stared at each other. Citrus and verdant beams collided, creating an explosion of tolerance, understanding and most importantly the beginning of a remarkable amour.
Dirk could have stood there for an eternity, just as they were; foreheads against one another, smiles on their lips and an indescribable gleam in their eyes. Alas, he had a mission.
It has been said to the point where it has become a cliche that "the third time is the charm", and usually such a statement turns out to be quite the opposite. However, Dirk Strider and Jake English quickly discovered that at times, such a claim could be very, very true. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or the way their hearts pounded and fluttered in synchronization; maybe it was their yearning eyes, or the simple way that they smiled at each other. Or maybe, just maybe it was the pure magic of the moment which had made their kiss so explosive and passionate.
Jake's arms had instinctively looped around the base of his companion's neck. He had always seen kisses like that in movies anyways. A realization dawned upon him, however - if it was his place to do that, then it was also his place to...
"Wow, man," Dirk said after their mouths detached, "You're fantastic, you know? Like... if I was a dark tunnel, you would be that symbolic, like, angelic light or some shit you know? I know that's kind of sudden to say, but I mean come on; you're Jake English, agreeing to go out with me? I never thought I'd hear a Strider say it, and especially not myself, but...I really don't deserve you."
"Yes you do," Jake mumbled. At this point he had leaned his ear to Dirk's chest and just listened to his consistent heartbeat. He was flustered, surging with adrenaline, and it sounded entrancing.
"Whatever you say man."
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The next two weeks were surprisingly uneventful. They would leave the apartment when they got itchy feet, or needed groceries. From the two of them, and Dirk's superior appetite, food ran out quickly. It amazed Jake that he could eat so much and yet always seemed to be growing thinner. Nevertheless, things around the apartment were relaxed. It was a comfortable environment; a place of serenity. Sometimes they would keep to themselves, other times they would be connected tightly at the hand or lips, barely watching a movie or sometimes even just sitting in silence. Jake had taken a fondness to watching Dirk as he worked on constructing his robot. They would speak here and there, Jake would ask a question or offer help, but for the most part they just enjoyed each others presence. The company of such a special person could do wonders for a person's sense of calm. It was fascinating, really. By then they were even comfortable enough to change in the same room - simultaneaously. Jake was still a bit shy on that subject, but it was a start.
It was no question that the two of them had grown closer in that time. They shared their thoughts and fears openly. Dirk almost never wore his glasses anymore, unless if something had been bothering him. The first few times Jake had asked what the matter had been, but sometimes Dirk was just not willing to share. What was beautiful is that they respected this as well. Privacy was important, and they allowed it in all senses.
Dirk looked paler. He ate more. It was odd to English, but he refused to question it. Maybe he was imagining things, or maybe it was just what was normal for the taller of the two.
Texas almost never got rain so bad as this. Each boom of thunder shook the apartment. Crashes of lightening lit the room with an electric blue beyond vibrancy and intimidation. The wind howled, screaming to an unforgiving force. Harsh drops of water furiously struck the window. Trees swayed and scratched along the brick walls outside; fearful shadows had been cast upon the walls. It was late. Dirk lay awake; breathing shallow, eyes open as he witnessed the nefarious weather. He could never sleep well on stormy nights - they allowed for far too much thought. The sun had either set, or had been swallowed by menacing clouds of grey and black shades long ago. He was unsure if it was night or the clock was confused too. The air was sticky, and suffocating. He breathed uneasily, letting his thoughts take him.
Jake had been tossing around in his sleep for at least a few minutes. Not only had the storm upset his tranquility, but he was experiencing a terrible nightmare. Water filled his lungs. He tried to gasp for air but he could not find it. His arms, flailing frantically for something to grab on to, were clawing for the surface. He was so close that he could taste it; his fingertips just made it out of that ominous water when something hit him. It felt like he had been kicked in the back of the head, and it was very likely that he had. As he had begn to black out and his oxygen ran out, vague silhouettes of drowning people surrounded him. He heard shouts - could detect a fire. Just as his eyelids fluttered closed, he shot upright on his air mattress. A loud crack of thunder deafened him for a moment or two. He could feel himself breathing heavily. His heart was pounding excessively.
"Yo, English," Dirk's calm voice startled Jake at first, "You alright?"
"I-" his throat felt like a desert. He swallowed down the sand and spoke once more, "I'm not sure. I had a dream that I'd drowned, I think."
"Hey, you'll be fine," the blonde assured as he flipped to his side, staring at the dark apparition a few feet away, "the rain isn't gonna get that bad."
"It was so vivid, I-"
"It was just a dream. You wanna come here and climb in with me? I've got enough room for two."
Jake had wordlessly agreed; his air mattress sighed as his weight left its surface vacant. He crawled in next to a warm and comfortable body heat, which enveloped him quickly and formed to his figure.
Dirk smiled as his bed dipped and another body entered. He had allowed his own physique to mold itself to his fr- his boyfriend. For good measure, he kissed the tip of Jake's ear and listened as he softly giggled.
It was oftentimes that they would share affectionate kisses, and this was no exception. It had been no time before Jake turned himself around, his lips seeking comforting pecks and flighty smiles.
Dirk's heart was buzzing happily with each kiss he received, as well as the ones he returned. After the first few wordless advances, things became more heated; or more specifically, made obvious the potential for heat. Their tongues began to dance in tune, lilting with an unheard melody. Terror for what may come was there, however had a paradoxical effect on the mood - it excited them further. Dirk slid his hand down a slender arm and laces fingers between his own. Jake squeezed that gentle hand amorously. He felt a weight, though it was light and delicate - much like a feather - shift atop him. In a battle for dominance, Dirk's experienced tongue prevailed. It memorized Jake's sweet spots, relishing in the sweet noises they brought forth.
Jake knew his friend as a cautious and gentle person. Even as his hands were pinned over his head, and a wet tongue dampened a streak on his neck, he was not worried. Not anymore. This person - this adoring man - would not hurt him; could not hurt him.
Dirk took a stance above the black haired adult which elaborated his intentions without words; a knee risen between two toned thighs, his hand politely requesting permission inside of Jake's sleep shirt. When no action was taken to deny the advance, Dirk slid his hand up until his fingertip brushed against a tender pink target. With a smirk and a bit of a nip to Jake's neck, he pinched the flesh. English moaned quietly, his face burning brightly in the dark. By a quick flash of electric azure, the Strider witnessed quite the satisfying facial expression overtaking a familiar visage - fluttering lashes, mouth gaping with noises of pleasure, a ravenous trail of saliva dripping down his chin and most of all was that vibrant crimson.
"Fuck, Jake," Dirk murmured, "You could literally not get any sexier."
"Stop overestimating me," the raven breathed, "I'm not that great."
"Said no one ever."
To enforce his words, Dirk raised his knee higher to brush against a swelling organ. Jake groaned aloud, tossing his head to the side. His fingers squeezed tighter around another nimble set. Dirk enjoyed the reaction so much that he repeated his influence once again, but with more passion and power.
"Jake, you don't mind if - ?"
The Englishman shook his head, "no. I can handle it. It's just another adventure, right?"
"That's the spirit," the blonde chuckled. He could hardly keep his heart in the same place; it was pounding eratically and filling his ears with noise. Desire drove him to pull down Jake's boxers over his twitching bulge; instinct drove him to tease. He lowered himself until he was eye to eye with a shimmering silver bar. It glinted in the darkness, coaxing his tongue forward. He swirled the muscle around the piercing, smirking as he felt a body writhe underneath him. The circular stopper began to loosen as his actions continued, until finally it popped off. Dirk pulled the piercing out with his teeth and spat it aside. Jake groaned loudly. From there the Strider faced a growing erection with veins pulsing before his eyes. In itself it had been begging for attention. He kissed the tip gingerly and wrapped his hands around each one of Jake's thighs. Casually spreading those legs apart, he began his work.
Jake nearly screamed, or yelped, or did whatever it was his vocal chords were begging to do. Fortunately he caught himself with the back of his hand and bit in to it until the urge was gone. Dirk had begun to run his tongue along the underside of the throbbing protrusion. In his blissful sense of reality Jake felt that muscle dig in to his vein. Out of animalistic instinct, his fingers raked through a blonde collection of hair and gripped the tufts tightly.
"Mn..." he hummed.
Dirk, always a man who thought ahead, found himself soon enough reaching under his mattress, his hand searching for something in particular that he had hidden just for the occassion. As a master of multi-tasking, he was still able to pleasure his partner even as he sought out a different goal. After a short while his hand finally came in contact with what he had been looking for.
Jake's green eyes widened as he saw, vaguely, the glint of a colored tube. His erection was swallowed whole a moment later. He threw his head back, moaning loudly in pure serenity.
"O-oh god, D-dirk," his airy voice moaned.
The Strider hummed on to the pulsing obstruction in his mouth, which caused a satisfying vibration to ripple through English's body. He cried out, the digits on his hand entwining tighter through layered blonde tresses.
The trickle of lubrication was cooling to Dirk's fingers. His index and middle found a taut entrance and circled the perimeter. A tense body underneath himself shuddered. He twisted his tongue around the underside of a twitching organ and smirked as he heard a breathy moan.
All Jake could see was a powerful white light. There was a pain in his backside like no other pain he had experienced before in his life; it was unique because although it felt odd and off-putting he also realized that it was pleasureful and erotic. His penis twitched and Dirk humored the movement by driving the tip of his tongue in to the vein. His index finger thrashed, stretched and dug as deep as it could. Jake's thighs began to tremble as he felt yet another digit infiltrate his entrance. He could feel himself inching closer to his end, and that scared him. He wanted this alien feeling to last, but as those slender fingers began to mimic the open and close of scissors he knew he would not last much longer.
Dirk nearly choked as a set of hips rolled in to him. By the sound of Jake's lascivious yelp, the young Strider figured he had located his objective. He drove each finger in to that desiring sweet spot and lapped the pre-cum off of the protrusion in front of him.
"Dirk, I-"
He knew and so he wrapped his lips firmly around the head and began pumping the rest with his free hand.
Spots of white forced English's vision to become bleary. He could hardly feel a thing except his partner swallowing down his entire orgasm. As his sense returned he realized that a figure was climbing on top of him once again. They were not finished yet.
"Yo Jake."
"Hnn?" muttered the raven in post-release bliss.
"This is gonna hurt. You sure you're up for it?"
"I'm as ready as ever, Mr. Strider."
"Hell yea, that's what I like to hear."
Dirk was right, it did hurt. Jake could feel the tears trickling down the sides of his faces, though they were involuntary. He felt a gentle pair of lips kiss away those salty droplets. His back was arched toward the ceiling as his body tried to reject the intrusion.
"Babe," Dirk's soothing voice leaked in to Jake's ears as gingerly as the overtaking of water, "You need to relax. You're gonna hurt yourself."
His fingernails, which were raking lines in to Dirk's back, lost their build-up of tension. His legs which were tangled around an angled waist seemed to ease. He was panting heavily, yes, but now he could feel the satisfaction regarding the person inside of him.
Dirk waited a moment as his beloved partner relaxed although his own erection was yearning for pleasure so desperately. When the tight muscles around the half of his organ loosened he took it as permission to push himself the rest of the way in.
"Mnnh..." he moaned whilst leaning his head on to Jake's shoulder, who panted heavily in his ear, "Jake..."
"Dirk...mnh..."
"Fuck, you're tight."
"Hah... what do you expect?" English breathed quietly, "It's my first time, not like my body is gonna be used to it."
For a moment they just relaxed, trying to get their breathing in check. After the overwhelming sound of his own heartbeat subsided, Dirk began to thrust in. His deliberate actions were slow at first, but as his boyfriend's entrance stretched around him his pace quickened. Each one of them moaned continuously and sang out noises of pleasure. Jake stayed entirely still and allowed his body to be pounded in to. The only aspects that differed him from something lifeless was his quickened breathing and the occasion where he would throw his head back in to the pillow and cry out Dirk's name or an intense moan. This would only last for so long, however. Dirk, in his amorous thrusts, struck Jake's prostate once again. This alone had nearly sent Jake over the edge; he swore his heart stopped as he yelped aloud. From that moment he ground his body against that throbbing tip, enjoying that sensation over and over again.
"Hnn...Dirk...hah..."
Dirk clamped his teeth on to the crook of the other's neck and ran his tongue over the tender skin which bruised under his influence and created a mark.
"Jake...mnh..."
Dirk took a moment to just look at his partner. Jake's eyes were glistening, his cheeks wet and red, his mouth wide as he struggled for air. Dirk leaned down and kissed him openly, relishing in the pleasant taste of his mouth. He wished so desperately to tell him that he loved him but every time he tried his lungs would constrict and he could not breathe. Even the attempt of murmuring sweet nothings proved futile.
Jake could,though his vision was impared by darkness and unclear eyes, see the amour in his lover's eyes. The passion was practically tangible - he hoped silently that the shimmer in his own irises returned the wordless confession, because his body was definitely experiencing the blissful love.
Dirk could feel his tongue tremble as Jake mewled in to his mouth. He moaned back, as he could feel the tightening in his stomach growing all the more pressured. It would only be minutes, maybe less before he finished.
"Jake," he grunted with a thrust, "Are you-?"
English nodded vigorously. He knew exactly what the blonde was asking before he had even got a word out. Jake's abdomen felt tense once more, and he knew what was coming. As his body met each and every rock of Dirk's hips, he could feel his heart rate increasing.
Dirk, desiring to finish after or with his boyfriend, decided to "assist" him in his growing problem. As he pounded in to Jake's prostate, Dirk wrapped his hand around that pulsing protrusion and began to gingerly massage it.
"Sh-shit," Jake grumbled. His rolled back and he whimpered openly. As the minutes carried on his legs tightened around his lover's waist.
"If you have to...mnh...just do it," Dirk encouraged. He had tried not to sound pleading but by then he was begging to get things over with. It was not so much that he did not enjoy their passionate moment, but instead he had felt himself growing weaker with each second. His body, emaciated and strained, could not handle the stress much longer.
Jake took the blonde's comment as permission to let himself go. He stopped trying to hold himself back and instead allowed his body to relax. The pressure left him as his own chest and Dirk's fingers were peppered with white. His powdered and dreamy vision subsided, and he felt the alien sensation of being filled with hot and sticky seed. They both rode out their orgasms in unison, moaning one another's names until their lips could not take it anymore and they wetly kissed.
Even as he pulled out Dirk could feel himself blacking out; his body had betrayed him. The last thing he felt before the violent shaking was furiousness at himself and a loving pair of lips press to his neck.
Jake had no idea what was happening or why. One moment him and the most loving and caring man he had met were sharing post-intercourse kisses and the necct he was witnessing that same person twitch and convulse next to him. Panic arose in his body. What was happening? Why did his eyes look like that?
"Dirk?" he asked, unsure if this was some wicked joke in the name of irony or not, "okay Strider. You got me! Very funny! Haha! Alright, you can stop now! D-...Dirk? Dirk, hey!" all he could sense was his hand adherently trying to smack a twitching silhouette in to reality as well a hot, sorrowful tears stream down his cheeks. The world was dark and menacing as he frantically pursued his cellphone for help. A streak of lightening erupted the room in nefarious blue, emphasizing the consistant thrashes of the one suffering on the bed.
"H-hello?" English shouted in to the mobile, "He's - oh jesus devilfucking christ! He's having a stroke or something. Goddammit, why is th - calm? How do you - F-fine. Skaia Apartments, room 413. Please come quickly!"
Jake could feel his arms and legs shaking violently. He tried to get himself dressed but he still looked to be a frantic mess. At times his sobs would not allow him to breathe and his lungs would burn, screaming for remedy. Dirk had ceased his spasms minutes before, but his body was lifeless except for shallow breathing.
"Dirk, come on," Jake whispered. He attempted to tap the other awake but it proved to be useless. "You'll be fine. Just say something. You stubborn... just... say something dammit!"
Sirens flooded the sound barrier and deafened the panicking raven. He was on his knees now next to the bed. His lips were chanting continuously, "I'm sorry, I love you. I'm sorry-"
"Hello? Where is he?" a voice called out. It was foreign - not the voice that Jake wished to hear. It was wrong. Where was the stoic calmness? The soothing drawl? He hated this new voice. Loathed it.
"Here," he choked out. His voice was strained from sobbing and cracked as he called out, but they heard him. Footsteps resonded while a collection of people approached the bedroom.
"Help him," he begged, "Please. I can't lose him..."
"Everything'll be alright," they assured him. He did not, could not believe them. It would hurt him too much if they were lying.
The paramedics brought in a stretcher and lowered Dirk on to it. Jake would not let go of Dirk's hand - refused to, in fact. The digits were limp and umoving. English squeezed them repeatedly hoping to feel some sort of response. Thankfully they had covered the blonde with a sheet so the rain would not freeze his bare skin. They made no move to shoo Jake away, something he was infinately grateful for.
All that he could remember form then was being rushed in to the ambulance. The howl of sirens sent him in to a lulling trance. He had no tears left to spare but continued to choke and shudder. Responding to the questions he was asked repeatedly was futile since the only noise he could produce was a pitiful whine. Words like "mild" and "probably won't do any permanent damage" were thrown left and right, but they did nothing to comfort. He wanted to know what happened. Why was his strength laying there so lifeless? Why this, and why now? They attempted to explain things to him but he could not fathom their words. His misty eyes felt tired and he wished to wake up from this nightmare and feel those arms around him again; to feel those lips against his own. Why was that gentle hand not returning his hold? This could not be the Dirk he knew and loved - that Dirk had a killer smile, understanding eyes, comforting words and a royal heart. This imposter was shameful. They did not speak, nor smile or hold him like he wanted so desperately.
They were taking him away from Jake. He beckoned to the unconscious being but there was no response. He tried to follow but was halted. Someone whose face he could not distinguish led him somewhere else. He stared longingly at the ambulance because at least there they could be together. He was asked a few simple questions but his body felt too empty for him to respond. The lobby smelled awful, like sorrow and sterile floors. He missed the smell of cologne and shampoo. The mystery person told him to wait - he would be able to see Dirk in the morning. He shivered at the sound of thunder and pretended those arms were comforting him once again.
Soon enough he was alone.
So alone.
