Fun times to come!


Jake couldn't bring himself to speak, as he was panting far too heavily at the moment to even attempt such a feat. After many feeble attempts of speaking, opening and closing his mouth to gain his bearings once more and calm his breathing, he finally spoke, his words breathy. "It was... The best adventure... I've ever had..." he said with a smile, licking his lips.

Dirk gave a rare, genuine smile at that. "I'm glad I could be your best adventure, English. How about we get cleaned up now? I'm starting to feel kinda gross," he said, sitting up. He grabbed some tissues and wiped off the drying cum from the adventurer's chest, before standing up and heading to the bathroom, throwing away the tissues first. "You coming?" he added, looking back at the other.

Jake's heart skipped a few beats as he saw the smile on Dirk's face. It was nice to see, really, and it made him even happier to know that he would probably be the only person capable of accomplishing something like that. He was broken out of his daze as his chest was wiped off, sitting up after the blond stood. Nodding quickly, he got off the bed, wincing very slightly as he did so. God, he was already sore... And the feeling of having cum inside of him wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world, either.

Dirk noticed the other wince and felt kind of bad. "Are you okay, English? Sorry I hurt you. . ." he muttered, walking back to help the other. He made a mental note to not go so hard next time, and to prepare the other better so he wasn't as sore afterwards. He helped the other to the bathroom, stepping in the shower with him, before turning on the water and starting to wash off.

Jake shook his head a little and smiled at Dirk while removing his glasses and resting them on the side of the sink as to not get them wet. "No need to worry, ol' chap. I'm fine. Just a little sore, is all," he said softly. "Besides, I'd gladly ache some more to do it again." He nodded and stepped into the shower, visibly relaxing as soon as the water hit him. Letting out a small sound of content, he began to wash off, almost immediately starting to feel better.

Dirk grabbed the shampoo, pouring some in the shorter boy's hair, before beginning to massage the other's scalp. "Want me to wash your back too, English?" He said, putting shampoo in his own hair.

The sudden shampoo in his hair made Jake break out of the somewhat trance he was put under while washing himself, but he quickly relaxed as his scalp was massaged. "You don't have to," he said softly, though he clearly was quite open to the idea. Well, until he looked at Dirk and frowned slightly. "Why are you leaving your sunglasses on?" he asked, reaching up to massage Dirk's scalp as well. His eyesight might be horrible, yes, but it didn't mean he couldn't see the fact that the blond still wore the sunglasses in the shower.

Dirk blinked, suddenly realizing that he did indeed still have his shades on. "I make it a habit to wear them around everywhere, especially if I'm around other people. . .I guess the habit kicked in, because I usually do take them off in the shower. . ." he said, washing the suds off his hands before cautiously removing his shades and placing them next to Jake's glasses.

The smile that was so often on the adventurer's lips returned at the sight of Dirk's shades being taken off. He couldn't see clearly, no, but he could very distinctly notice the orange irises that were known as his boyfriend's eyes. Nodding once in approval, he dipped his head underneath the water to wash his hair free of shampoo before moving slightly so that Dirk could do the same.

Dirk frowned slightly, still not completely comfortable having his eyes being exposed so blatantly. He moved to wash the suds out of his hair, grabbing the soap and beginning to wash the other's back afterwards. He casually gave the adventurer a massage while washing his back, trying to work out the kinks from all the strifes and adventuring. "Damn, English. You're really tense, you know that?"

Jake wasn't really expecting a massage along with having his back washed, but it was very much welcomed and he let out a low groan of thanks. He honestly didn't realize how tense that he was, having gotten used to it rather quickly. Years of going without a back rub wasn't the best thing ever... The ravenette couldn't say anything, but instead melted into Dirk's hands, groaning soft 'thank you's now and again.

After Dirk finished massaging and washing Jake's back, he moved on to washing himself off, casually brushing against the adventurer a few times in the process. He loved how the water ran down the other's body and seemed to accent every detail of it. It definitely turned him on, yes, but he was using as much will-power as he could muster to control himself. He knew the other was sore, no matter what he said earlier about hurting more to do it again. He wasn't going to be an insensitive boyfriend.

Jake was nothing but relaxed after Dirk massaged his back, a smile now almost permanently on his face as he sighed in relief. "Thanks, Strider... You didn't have to do that, though," he said with a shake of the head, looking back at his boyfriend. "Do you want a back massage, too?" he offered, tilting his head a little. He was sure that the blond had to be at least somewhat tense. I mean, after all, he did strife an awful lot. Although, he was rather laid back about most things...

Dirk shrugged his shoulders slightly, before responding. "It was nothing, English." he paused, waiting for the other person to finish speaking. "You don't need to, I'm fine." He was a bit tense, he did live alone, after all, with no one to help him with anything, but he didn't want to make his boyfriend do anything for him. He wanted to be the one to provide, so to speak.

Jake crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow slightly but decided against arguing with Dirk. After all, he never really won arguments no matter who said arguments were with. So, instead, he made sure he was completely rinsed off before stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist and put his glasses on. "Alright, then. If you're sure..." he said softly, grabbing another towel for his hair.

Dirk said nothing, instead rinsing off and turning the water off, drying his hair and body with a towel before wrapping it around his waist. Normally, he'd spend a lot longer in the shower, but he didn't feel right keeping the other waiting. He'd also usually just dry off and walk out of the bathroom in the nude, but apparently Jake wasn't the type to do that, and he didn't want to make the other feel awkward. He did however snicker slightly when the other grabbed a towel for his hair. "Dude, are you a girl or something? Your hair isn't that long. Roxy doesn't even wrap her hair." He said, before putting on his shades and taking another towel off the rack. Instead of wrapping his now almost dry hair with it, he decided to whip it at the other boy, specifically, his ass.

Jake looked over his shoulder in the middle of trying to wrap his hair, choosing instead to just kind of let the towel rest on his head. "I am not a woman and my hair is not long but it is rather thick," he explained before he thought about the last statement, "How do you know that...?" he asked, wondering where the hell the other got that kind of information before he squeaked and flinched a little as Dirk whipped the towel. His cheeks flared up with a slight blush and he playfully glared at the other, taking the towel off of his head only to throw it at his boyfriend's face and run back to the room to quickly pull on a pair of skull boxers and a skull t-shirt. If Dirk wanted a towel whipping war, by God he was going to get one.

Dirk ran after the other, not bothering catching the towel slipping off of him, before slipping on his orange boxers and trademark shirt, and picking up the towel once more. "You'll never win, English. I'm just too damn fast for you. If you win, I'll tell you why I know what Roxy does after a shower. If I win, you give me a lapdance. Deal?"

Jake quickly picked up the towel that was wrapped around his waist earlier, turning to look at Dirk with a challenging smirk on his face. "Strider, you're underestimating my speed. Remember, I could keep up with you when we raced earlier," he said with a soft chuckle. "Although, that does sound like a great deal to me." Oh, the Englishman had no intents on losing, so he didn't think that he would be giving a lapdance that day.

"You forget. . . " Dirk said, before suddenly flashstepping behind the other and whipping him semi-hard, "I flashstep." He then proceeded to whip the other with the towel as fast as possible, not wanting to loose. After all, just thinking about Jake giving him a lapdance was getting him rather turned on. . .

Jake jumped, letting out a small squeak of surprise. After all, he was not expecting the whip nor the flashstep Dirk used. Immediately, he turned around and began to whip him in return. There was no way he was giving up and losing. He wanted to know where the blond got all of his information from!

Dirk easily flashstepped out of the way of most of the hits, almost nonchalantly counter-attacking every single hit. He definitely didn't want to loose, not only for the lapdance, but also for his pride. Striders did have a lot of pride, after all. He started flashstepping in circles around Jake, attempting to confuse him.

Jake put up quite a fight, actually, not giving up easily. But, after a while, he got extremely dizzy and confused with trying to keep up with Dirk's flashsteps. Eventually, he fell over, his entire world spinning as he groaned softly. "So dizzy..." he mumbled, shaking his head a little bit before he smiled at the blond, "I guess you won, chap," he said happily before realizing what he had to do now, eyes widening. "... Damn..."

Dirk smirked, moving to sit on the bed, looking very smug. "You remember the agreement. I won, so I get a lapdance. Need some music for it?" he teased, spreading his legs very slightly. Victory felt great to him, especially with such a nice reward.


Dirk: So. . .More smut?
Ayazi: Maaayyyybe.