Hey guys! Thanks for reading.

Anyways, I just wanted to mention that anything I wrote in this chapter about an asthma attack is from my own experience, and I know that asthma attacks are different for everyone, so yeah.

Y'all asked for the gay so I give you the gay.

*All intellectual property belongs to Andrew Hussie*


Dirk

Dirk woke up with one of the worst hangovers he had ever had. His eyes, refusing to open, were covered with a thick layer of crust that had accumulated over the night. He reached his hands up, balling them into fists and rubbing away the crust, allowing his eyes to open. As his eyes opened, the futon bed moved and creaked. Holy shit. There's a man in my bed. Dirk stared at the figured next to him, who was slowly rising and turning toward him. It was Jake, the ridiculously handsome man he had met last night.

Suddenly the sunlight made itself visible from behind whatever clouds it was behind. Dirk winced. He was usually sensitive to the sun, but the horrible hangover wasn't helping at all. Dirk covered his eyes and let out a low groan, his head throbbing.

"Morning, handsome." Jake said, adjusting his position and causing the bed to shake again.

"So, wanna give me the play by play of what happened last night, since I don't remember a thing more than your name?" Dirk said, staying with his eyes closed as he went through every possible thing that could have happened. His mind always ran through the worst possible options.

"Sure." Dirk could almost hear the smirk on Jake's lips. "We spent most of the night at the bar. You took 13 shots - which is bloody impressive - before I stopped you and then you asked me to come home with you. I followed you to your car, and you were absolutely blue in the puss so I made you sit in the passenger seat. I found your address in your GPS, and I drove you home. We chewed the old fat for a bit and then you tried to persuade me to have sexual relations with you! I knew that you were much too pissed to even remember it the next day, so I made you go to bed. I tucked you in but then you asked me to stay with you, and here we are!" Dirk was totally stunned, peeking out of the pillow that he had rested over his eyes. Not only did he not understand half of the weird british slang that Jake used, but he was also totally suprised that they hadn't fucked. Not even a little bit by what Jake had explained.

Last night Dirk hadn't noticed Jake's adorable British lilt, or if he had he was much too drunk to remember. He must have noticed Jake's smile that framed his flawless teeth and the ear piercings that edged up his happy composure. Dirk's glance ran down to Jake's arms, covered in tattoos. He had never been with a man that was so tatted, and he loved it. The best part about Jake's tattoos was the fact that they were all really well done. His arms were totally covered with art pieces with beautiful shading and intricate line work. The button down that he had been wearing before, rolled up to his forearms, now was discared on the floor across the room.

"So we didn't fuck?" Dirk finally asked, narrowing his eyes at the shirtless chiseled man next to him.

"We didn't even kiss." No one had ever even considered Dirk's sobriety as a deterrent from having sex with him. Something in him thought it was really lame, but something in him also loved it. He could tell that Jake actually cared whether or not Dirk remembered.

"Did you not want to?" Dirk gave him a sly smile, which he hoped came across as seductive. Jake scooted closer to Dirk, his head resting on his hand as he lied on his side. It was almost hilarious how he positioned himself in the classically seductive model stretch. Jake's charmingly dorky grin spread across his face as he grinned at Dirk. Dirk decided to mimic his position.

"Of course I did. But I am a gent worth my salt, and I wasn't about to sleep with a man who wouldn't remember a wink of it." Jake grinned, reaching his hand up to push the hair out of Dirk's eyes that had fallen out of its usually gelled and styled design. Dirk hated people seeing him with his hair down, but something about the way that Jake's eyes examined his face made all of his worries melt away.

"You did, did ya?" Dirk said playfully. Jake was about to respond, but before he could Dirk grabbed him by the chin, silencing him completely. Dirk watched Jake's eyes widen as he slowly pulled their lips together to meet. He could almost hear Jake's quick heartbeat. As soon as their lips met, Dirk melted into his warmth. His hangover seemed to dissapear. Jake's lips were suprisingly soft and fuller than he expected. Although they were tense at first, they slowly formed themselves around his; whatever anxiety he had must have melted away at Dirk's touch. They sat there for a few moments in that closed mouth kiss, enjoying the sensation of their sensitive lips pressing together.

Jake was the first one to move, pulling away and looking at Dirk with a wild smile. Dirk got in enough time shoot Jake a quick smirk before Jake latched back onto his lips, his hands flying up to Dirk's face to cradle it. His lips moved feverishly and hungrily against Dirk's, and he was the first to open his mouth to beckon Dirk's tongue in. Dirk complied happily, tasting the sweetness of Jake's lips as he skillfully and sensually kissed him. Jake's nose was slightly bigger than Dirk's, and it pressed softly into the other man's face. As they kissed, Jake pushed Dirk back until he was straddling him, his arms wrapped around his neck.

Nothing was quick about what they were doing. Every movement was calculated and smooth, and as they moved to grind against each other, they fit into a perfect rhythm together. Electricity filled Dirk's body. Kisses became more feverish, and touches felt more desperate. As Dirk touched the man on top of him, he couldn't seem to get enough of him. His fingers slid across Jake's bare chest, his touches hungry with lust. Suddenly, Jake pulled away, sitting up with his lips parted as he caught his breath.

"What's wrong?" Dirk asked, his hands resting on Jake's hips. Jake offered him a soft, breathless smile.

"Holy fucking mackerel, Strider." He puffed. "As incredible as this has been, I think I'd like to get to know you better before we go any further." Dirk let out a low groan, lifting his lips to grind them together again. Jake's breathing hitched and he steadied himself with a hand on Dirk's chest. "Easy now, boy." Jake warned.

"I haven't really done a relationship in a while." Dirk said.

"How long?"

Dirk didn't even have to calculate. "Five years." He responded. After his mother died, he gave up serious relationships.

"Why?" Jake inquired. When Dirk gave him a look, he smiled. "It's to get to know each other better."

"I have a kid to take care of. Well, not my kid. My kid brother. I'm his guardian." Dirk knew he was rambling at that point. He put his hand behind his head, rubbing circles at the back of his neck. It was a nervous habit of his.

"I see." Jake looked at Dirk thoughtfully before gingerly removing himself from Dirk's lap. "What do you do for a living?"

"Internet jobs. Things here and there. What do you do?"

"I'm a lawyer."

Dave

Dave woke up to the sound of a loud obnoxious chirp. The alarm that he heard wasn't the same one that woke him up every morning, and it took him a moment or two to fully recollect the memories from the night before. He remembered his brother kicking him out, running into John at the park, John's story about his cousin, showing John his eyes... Dave cursed himself. He took a deep breath in, noting the slight tightening that he felt as his lungs filled. Dave had pretty bad asthma, and he had struggled with it ever since he was a kid. He had figured that it was the constant second hand smoke that he was surrounded with throughout his life, but when he saw a pediatrician, they told him that it was another genetic issue.

Dave had trouble with his asthma any time he slept somewhere new, which was pretty much never. A lot of the time, people didn't vent their rooms as well as Dave did. He had an AC unit constantly pushing the stale air out of his bedroom at the apartment, but in John's room, they were totally trapped in a bubble of dusty air. Dave let out a small wheezy cough and then looked over at the boy asleep next to him.

John slept on his back, one of his arms resting by his head while the other lay awkwardly twisted at his side. He was about to wake the adorable boy when he noticed - holy fuck. Holy. Fucking. Shit. God. Fucking. Dammit.

Dave was absolutely floored. He must have not noticed it immediately, but when he did, he started coughing. His coughs were loud and painful, but still wheezy enough that John didn't wake up.

The thing that had shocked Dave so badly was the massive boner that sat between Egbert's legs. Dave's gay little heart caused his entire body to sieze. Not only was John's dick blatantly hard - definitely because it was the morning and that happens with guys - but it was also impressively large. The tent that the blankets created around it showed Dave exactly how long his friend's dick was. Dave didn't know what to do. The shock-triggered coughs didn't stop and Dave started to worry that the combination of the dusty room with the absolute shock he felt at seeing his crush's boner, was causing him to have an asthma attack.

Dave's eyes widened, realizing that the coughs weren't stopping any time soon. He then did the only thing he could think to do in that situation. He shook his friend awake. John awoke with a start, immediately launching into a sitting position. He looked at Dave worriedly and then down at the thing between his legs.

"AH!" John exclaimed, his hands immediately covering his morning wood. Dave waved his hands to get Johns attention and then pointed at his chest as he continued to cough. John gave him a look of pure terror. "Oh my god. Are you okay?" Dave tried to answer, but the coughing wouldn't allow any words to escape his mouth. John looked back and forth between his boner and his friend in panick. "Dave, are you having an asthma attack?" Dave nodded. "Do you have your inhaler?" Dave shook his head. John launched himself out of bed, his penis bobbing, but not reducing itself at all. He ran to the drawer across the room and quickly pulled a pair of pants out. He changed into them, stopping at the zipper. He couldn't get it up around his dick. "FUCK." He exclaimed, facing Dave panickedly again. So much of Dave wanted to laugh at the situation, and make fun of John's ridiculous state, but the threat of an asthma attack kept his grin at bay.

Dave was glad that the coughing kept his dick from reciprocating too. If he had woken to a horny John in any other situation, he knew that his dick would have definitely sprung into action. As John stood there, his tented underwear sticking out of his jeans as he stared down at it in horror, Dave continued to cough dangerously. His arm stayed by his mouth so he could avoid getting his gross germs anywhere. It was also just common courtesy.

"DAVE." John shouted. "What the fuck do I do?" Dave froze, realizing that he actually didn't know what to do. He knew it was an emergency, but so much of him didn't want to go home to retrieve his only inhaler. As John stared at him expectantly, he went over the conversation that he and his brother had the night before. Dave thought that going to see his brother would probably make his coughing a lot worse, but he needed his inhaler and possibly his nebulizer. Dave clenched his teeth, letting the coughs exit through his nose.

"Home." Dave croaked, feeling his throat ache as it slowly got more raw. John nodded feverishly, running over to Dave's bag and pulling out a pair of pants for him. Dave pulled the pants on. Ouch, he thought, shit. That last cough was rough. He tasted blood in his mouth, coming from his raw throat. As he followed John to the car, he felt the pain in his chest restricting in him, making his breaths even shallower. He wished he could tell John that this just happens sometimes and that it wasn't his fault. John kept giving him that look, like he felt guilty. Dave made it to the car door before his head started to hurt.

"Dave!" John's distraught shout was the last thing that Dave heard before everything went black and he fell to the ground, his head colliding with the cold concrete floor.