A/N: Good lord I hate writing Jake. If anyone has suggestions on how to improve his dialong, I am all ears. Jegus. I thank you ahead of time for putting up with me and my attempts to write this.
Jake/Dirk. Third person perspective. Mature.
"Please buckle your seatbelts and remain seated for the time being. Other flights have noted turbulence in this area. We will let you know when we clear it and you are free to move again. Thank you for your cooperation."
Dirk glances down the aisle and catches the stewardess returning the cart back up to the galley. It was three rows in front of them. Three rows before he would have gotten his orange soda. This flight sucked. He turns to his companion to get some sympathy but Jake is staring out the window without any care to what events were occurring inside the plane.
They are currently several thousand feet above Alter-Earth travelling from their usual abode to a more rustic setting that promises jungles, ruins, and mysteries of ancient civilizations. If the internet is to be believed.
It might also be Jake's first time in an airplane.
Dirk smirks as he sees some of the fog on the window from where Jake is breathing on it. "You can't get any closer to it, no matter how much you press your face against the glass."
"Why can't we just roll down the window? I'd be able to see it much better that way."
The comment catches Dirk off guard. Jake wasn't serious about that... was he? Instead of confirming that and being disappointed, Dirk ignores it for another avenue of discussion.
He leans closer and whispers into Jake's ear, "So, how about when there is a little less bump in the skies, we add a little grind? You head to the bathroom and I'll flashstep in. Perfect crime."
"What? No, Strider. We can't do that here." Jake finally turns away from the window to look at him.
"And why not?"
"Because they'll hear you, of course."
Dirk feels his cheeks flush a little. "I can be quiet."
"How many times have I won that bet?"
"It's not like you are any quieter."
"Exactly. And I don't particularly want everyone in this blasted tin can to know about my personal life."
"You are no fun sometimes."
"I'm having oodles of fun. Look at these mountains! It just looks like cloth draped across the ground."
When the plane lands, they grab their bags easily and Dirk hails a cab. As they climb in, Jake calls out to the driver, "Rahppan Ruins please!"
"Belay that. Please take us to the Nanez Hotel on Etkoh Street."
"Wait, what? Why aren't we going to the ruins? I want to go to the frigging ruins, Strider," he whines.
"One, you can't drive to the ruins. That's why we chose them. Buried deep in the jungle? Parts untouched by modern man? Any of this ringing a bell?" The taxi pulls out into the local traffic, following Dirk's direction.
"It slightly seems to be ringing what one could consider to be chiming objects in my noggin? But why aren't we going directly there? On with the adventure!" Jake is literally bouncing on the broken leather seats.
"Do you want to lug all of this luggage around just before evening in an unfamiliar jungle?"
"I told you not to bring all of that devil-damned luggage. I told you!"
"Dude, just chill. We have plenty of time. We'll start early tomorrow and be thigh deep in raw jungle by sunrise." Dirk has to really focus on keeping a straight face as Jake emphatically crosses his arms and slumps down into the seat with a pout.
Jake recovers in spirits by the time the taxi pulls up to the hotel. It's fairly nice for the area and highlights the local architecture which seems to be a cross between the Moorish arches and gothic flying buttresses Dirk remembers from his internet studies. Jake has no care for it as he grabs all of the bags and hurries into the lobby, pretty much speed walking all the way to counter. Dirk shakes his head at him and follows. Jake has picked up the keys and is making a beeline for the elevators when Dirk catches up. He finally takes back his own bags as the elevator doors open.
As they close, Dirk drops his bags and turns to Jake, fully expecting Jake to reciprocate. It's just something they do. So Dirk is extremely surprised when he finds Jake still holding his bags with one hand and fiddling with the key cards with the other, absolutely not paying attention to his boyfriend. Dirk raises an eyebrow and steps in front of Jake to get in his line of sight.
"So where are we going for dinner tonight, Dirk?"
It takes Dirk a blink or two to process the question. "What?"
"Well you always have to have everything planned and so you probably already have our dinner location picked out and everything."
"I was thinking of a local place down the street call Ecsaon. Famous for its flaming queso and woolbeast chops."
"Knew it. Well," he starts as the doors open on the top floor, "let's deposit our luggage and go get some supper since it is nearly sundown."
"Sure, dude. Sure."
It is definitely dark by the time they return to the hotel. And tequila definitely goes down easy with flaming queso. Dirk has to lean on Jake a little to get down the sidewalk in a straight line, but Jake manages to direct him across the lobby floor safely to the elevators. While waiting on the next free car, Dirk wraps his arms around Jake's shoulders and begins to nibble drunkenly at his neck.
"Dirk," Jake whispers harshly without really lowering his voice, "we are in public!"
"So?" Dirk attempts to maneuver him against the elevator doors but thankfully they open and they end up safely inside the car. "I just want you, English."
"I know you do. But you making it kind of obvious."
"Don't," he pushes Jake all the way to the back wall after he manages to push the button to the correct floor, "care." His hips push against Jake's. Their chests are flush. Dirk's mouth works at the taut skin from where Jake tilts his head back.
"Good heavens, Strider. What has gotten into you?'
"I want you to get in me."
"Oh dear." Dirk smirks as he can almost feel Jake blushing strongly at his advances. He is surprised when he is pried off and nearly tossed out of the elevator when the doors open again. He stands there and blinks at Jake for several seconds, slowly processing the other man walking out and going down the hall to their suite. Somehow he manages to convince his feet to follow and makes it to the door just as Jake clears it with the keycard. Jake pulls him inside and shoves him towards the bed. Dirk smirks and manages to redirect his moment to end up sprawled on his back in a very come-hither pose.
"Finally got me where you want me, babe?" He waggles his eyebrows at Jake. Jake ignores him and heads to his suitcase, opening it up from the floor. He watches as Jake carefully strips out of his clothes down to his boxers. He licks his lips at the way his muscles bunch and play as Jake leans over to pick something up from the bag. He frowns when Jake steps into his pair of sleep pants and then carries his leather shaving bag to the bathroom. Dirk continues to frown as he hears the water running and the faint sound of Jake brushing his teeth.
Deciding two could play at this game, Dirk manages to push himself to his feet and fight his way out of his clothes down to his boxers before flopping back onto the bed. A smug grin returns to his lips as he thumbs the top edge of his boxers down his hips a little. The thin fabric in no way hides his drunken arousal. He runs his fingers over the bulge lightly as he hears the water shut off and Jake shuffling around in the next room over.
Dirk is all prepared to seduce his boyfriend with smoldering glances and roaming fingers, but when Jake returns he doesn't look towards Dirk at all. He simply goes to the night stand by his side of the bed and sets the alarm while seated on the edge of the bed. Dirk just stares at him incredulously. This is not going according to his plan.
"Well, the sink is unoccupied for your use, Strider. And I've set the alarm for the crack of dawn. Going to catch myself a little shut eye before the big adventure tomorrow!"
Dirk can't believe what he is hearing. Jake can't be going to sleep when Dirk is all ready to get some action like he's wanted all day. But Jake defies Dirk's mental tirades against him and pulls back the bed covers to slip in underneath. As he nestles in to get comfortable, Dirk props himself up to watch with raised eyebrows.
Repressing the sexually frustrated sigh, Dirk decides that he's had enough of Jake's bullshit and will take matters into his own hands. Literally.
Dirk unceremoniously shoved his boxers down, hissing slightly at the cold air. His erection is starting to flag a little because of the confusion but with a few strokes it comes back to life. He closes his eyes and imagines Jake pushing him up against the bathroom door on the airplane where he has to bite his fist to keep quiet. Or in the elevator, pressing Jake up against the golden walls and leaving his mark on the tanned skin. Or on their bed back at home where he can take his time and make Jake snore.
Scream, not snore.
Soft snoring comes from the other side of the bed breaking Dirk's concentration. It's not even cute snoring. It's heavy adventurer snoring. It's boner-killing snoring. And yep there it goes.
Dirk sighs deeply, pulls up his boxers, and stumbles out of his bad to get his own toiletry kit to prepare for sleep.
Warm... wet... hot... good. Oh so good. The dream sends shivers of pleasure through Dirk's existence. He could feel his body reacting. His breath increases in pace, his hands grip smooth sheets, his hips are trap under a weight, his cock strains to get more of the moistened heat. Slowly Dirk becomes aware that it was more than just dream sensations causing him pleasure but physical sensations existing outside of his mind. He falls into wakefulness when he moans and the vibrations of a reciprocating chuckle are transferred directly to his cock.
Dirk opens his eyes but all he can see is a lump under the sheets covering the lower half of his body. He can feel everything that is happening underneath the linens but he still throws them to the side to revel in the sight of his boyfriend straddling his legs and with his cock in his mouth. He moans again at the sight. The too-early morning light casts everything in darkened gray tones except for the wicked emerald eyes that smile up at him.
Dirk is tempted to close his eyes and throw his head back as Jake's tongue swirls around the head, but he doesn't want to break eye contact with the beautiful visage he is treated to. Jake bobs on the top half of his cock and wraps his hand around the bottom, moving in time with his head and lips. Oh those lips. Dirk feels how they are pressed tightly against the shaft to make a nice vacuum over the head. Dirk grips the sheets tighter in order to restrain himself from thrusting up into the inviting heat above or reaching out and pushing that dark head down.
"Jake..." Dirk starts but has to break off with a gasp as Jake moans in reply. Jake's hands move to grip Dirk's hips. At the same time he slips lower into the cock. Dirk loses his restraint and his hands leave their positions in the sheets and dive into his thick black curly mane. "Jake, Jake, Jake!" He tugs Jake down farther as his muscles seize up in pleasure. He lets out a choked whine as he feels the suction from Jake swallowing. He trembles with aftershocks even as he has to pull Jake off from oversensitivity. He huffs a panting laugh at Jake's mischievous expression.
"Good morning to you too."
"I must say I can't believe I got that far without you waking up. How much tequila did you imbibe last night?"
"Enough that you need to be handing me two painkillers and a glass of water right now."
Jake gets up and heads to their bags. "Are you going to be agreeable to go hiking?" He returns with two small red and white pills in his hands and a bottle of water, handing them to Dirk.
"I'll be right as rain after a shower." He tosses the pills into his mouth and swallows several gulps of water. Jake can't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobs with every swallow.
"Now look here ,Strider, you can't take one of your epic infinite showers," Jake warns as the other man pushes himself up off of the bed and heads in that direction.
"Then come take one with me so you can drag me out," Dirk says with a smirk as he disappears around the corner and into the bathroom.
Golden light is just spilling over the tops of the trees when Jake and Dirk leave the hotel with their travel packs secured to their backs.
"So which way to adventure, my good man?"
Dirk references the map he's pulled up on his shades and nods up the street. "That way to the largest temple discovered." When he returns his attention from the glasses he finds Jake bolting up the sidewalk in the direction that dirk had indicated. Dirk sighs and then takes off after him.
The jungle is humid, green, and rough to travel through with all of the vibrant undergrowth that tries to trip even the most stalworth adventurer and his nimble footed companion. Or so Jake narrates. But honestly Dirk is getting extremely annoyed with the vines that kept crossing the path. And the bugs that keep dropping down the back of his shirt. His katana is constantly flicking out and slicing this and that, incidentally carving a new path for any other intrepid explorers. Because they can't travel along the already established tourist friendly path. No. Not nearly adventurous enough. Instead they are traveling in a nearly straight line from the hotel to the temple with only slight corrections made from Dirk's map on his shades. Jake is grinning madly no matter how many wide leaves smack him across the face as if in retaliation for not following the rules.
He gets even more excited when they start spotting and stumbling over large, obviously carved stones. The blocks have been knocked out of positions by time, vegetation, and platonic movements. But that doesn't deter Jake at all. It just makes him even more eager to the point that Dirk can almost feel the energy pouring off of him. He has to correct course more often now that Jake goes crashing off to find broken arches and half formed walls and the outlines of rooms. But Dirk remains patient with Jake's adventure. Unable to travel from his island before the game, Jake didn't get to visit (and subsequently explore, raid, or desecrate) ruins of ancient civilizations. And he declared that the ones that they found in the game were rubbish because those had been set up on purpose as mechanisms to the game. He wanted a real ruin, goddamn it. So after they got through the game Dirk did some research and bought some plane tickets and whisked his boyfriend away for a real goddamn adventure.
They break through the jungle into a large (slightly artificial Dirk notices) clearing. In the middle of the large open space is a stone temple. The levels are tiered steeply up as a ziggurat. The steps are even steeper than the sloping sides as it winds up the front in a serpentine pattern. Near the top it actually traverses around the other sides before coming back to meet the altar at the top. From the base it simple looks like a stone bench. The temple's age is apparent with the amount of moss growth that has crept into the cracks at every seam and the way that the once beautiful carvings have been worn down by rainy season after rainy season. Dirk nudges Jake in the back to break his slack jaw stare at it.
"Come on. My tombs were taller than this, English."
"Yes they were, but these are real. Not made for exploring Nobles trapped in a devil-fucking game but as homage to old and powerful gods that created their universe."
Dirk gives him a sidelong glance. "You mean us?"
"Oh bloody hell. You are absolutely right. This was built to us. Imagine that Dirk. Imagine them worshipping us a top all those steps. How fucking fantastic is that."
"Kinda creepy actually," Dirk replies after pondering the proposal for a moment. "Race you to the top?" He watches for a moment as Jake takes off halfway through the question. Then he gives chase.
The steps are even steeper than they appeared from afar with incredible height and not much depth. Jake had to catch himself several times due to slick steps from the wet sheen that accompanies anything that exists in the jungle. Dirk's breath catches on one of the slips and his mind went into overdrive trying to calculate the best trajectory to put his own body in between Jake's and the stone below with the minimal impact to either in the shortest amount of time. But thankfully some of the exploring in game gave Jake enough reflexes to recover without intervention. Dirk keeps and eye on him anyways.
They reach the top with heavy panting and straining calves. They collapse together in a sweaty pile against the altar. Dirk took notice at some dark rest flecks on the bottom edge of the altar with some apprehension but remained quiet about it. Instead he leaned against Jake's shoulder and listened to the sound of his breathing against the natural sounds of the jungle as his own breathing calmed.
"It's not as tall as your tombs," Jake breaks the comfortable silence. "And no deadly, dastardly traps to avoid."
"Those slick steps nearly did you in."
"That doesn't frigging count."
"Alright. So no harrowing life-threatening obstacles to overcome. Wait. Are you disappointed?"
"A bit?" Jake sighs heavily. "I mean. Nothing tried to kill us in the jungle. There weren't even any ominous signs trying to discourage inquisitive adventurers. And I've watched movies that had temples that were more dangerous. In fact, the sets were probably more dangerous than what we just did. I've been in ruins that were very much so more dangerous. So yes? I am a little disappointed."
"Sorry."
"It's not your fault, Strider. Not at all. In fact, I really appreciate the gesture. These blasted worshippers just didn't have the same sense of adventure as their gods! They needed to have added more excitement!"
"Well, I know one way to make this more exciting."
"Hm?" Jake lets his head loll around on Dirk's shoulder.
"Caught your breath yet?"
"Just about. But why are you inquiring?"
"Cause I'm gonna steal it away again."
Jake barely feels the shift before Dirk has captured his lips and is kissing him soundly. Fingers entangle in hair as they attempt to pull each other closer. Fumbling blindly they get to their knees to face each other, pressing torsos together. Hips roll against each other as moans escape from their interlocked lips. Jake's arms wrap around Dirk's back but Dirk's arms find a much lower target. His hands grip and kneed Jake's find ass, drawing out even more moans. Dirk nibbles and pulls at Jake's lower lip until Jake thrusts his hip forward and Dirk releases it with a gasp. Of course Jake is already hard and ready so quickly, Dirk realizes, Dirk's the one who got the blow job this morning. It doesn't take long for Dirk to catch up and start grinding their clothed lengths together. It's Jake's turn to gasp when he feels Dirk's hands sneak underneath his waistbands to grab directly at his flesh.
"Can I?" Dirk asks breathily against Jake's ear after kissing his way up his neck.
"Please," Jake manages as a reply.
"Quick and rough alright with you."
"Yes," Jake hisses out. "Just get on with it." He is hauled to his feet and his pants unceremoniously shoved down mid thigh, leaving him wondering when Dirk had undone them. He is pushed towards the altar, catching his torso on the slab of rock. He feels Dirk's naked him press against him. He hears the familiar click of the lube being uncapped and then flinches as the cold liquid is poured directly down his crack. Dirk's fingers quickly follow so spread it out against his skin. Jake moans when Dirk presses into him with two fingers at once. There is a pleasurable burn as Dirk scissors and stretches him open. There is a brief moment of emptiness as Dirk withdraws when he feels Jake is ready. He strokes himself twice and then presses himself into Jake with a deep groan. Jake grips the edge of the stone as Dirk steadily slides in until his hips touch the back of Jake's thighs. He pauses to let Jake adjust.
"Strider. Fuck me."
And who is Dirk to say no. He starts pistoning his hips to slide in and out. He can't help but moan at the tight hot grip Jake's ass has on him. Dirk grabs Jake's waist and pulls him back against himself as he slams forward. Again and again. He leans forward to kiss Jake's neck, pressing Jake's torso down to scrape against the stone. He moans into Jake's skin as Jake bounces his own hips to for additional movement.
"You feel so good, English. You always do."
"Just keep it up, Strider. Don't stop. For the love of anything, don't stop!"
"Never gonna stop loving you." Dirk keeps snapping his hips, letting the sound of flesh smacking flesh punctuate heavy breathing and drawn out moans. Dirk feels Jake quiver underneath him as pleasure builds up between the two of them. Dirk reaches underneath Jake and strokes his swollen cock.
"Strider. Strider," Jake pants, "Dirk!" Jake cries out as he comes, painting the side of the altar with white. His muscles clench down around Dirk who keeps pounding away, loudly extolling how amazing Jake feels. Jake is nearly boneless now, unable to hold himself up and wholly resting on the altar.
Several minutes later Dirk feels the pleasure in his core coils beyond the point of no return. Two more thrusts and then he pulls out and adds his own stain to the stone with a deep cry. After he's done he pushes himself back into Jake and collapses against his back.
Once again the only sounds are their heavy breathing and the background noises of the jungle as they slowly recover. Eventually Dirk pulls himself free of Jake. He reaches into the nearby pack and withdraws a towel to clean themselves up with, pulling their pants back up afterwards.
Jake breaks out some orange soda and two sandwiches and they enjoy their lunch on top of the ancient temple. The companionable silence is enjoyable until Jake starts chuckling. Dirk gives him a sidelong glance but can't help the ghost of a smile creep across his lips at his boyfriend's mirth.
"Desecration of ruins at its finest!" Jake dissolves into manly giggles. Dirk slips into a full blown smile as he bats the back of Jake's head.
"Come on. Let's head back to the hotel. I'll let you bang me into the mattress until our flight home."
"Alright." Together they climb to their feet. "Thank you for bringing me here, Strider. I really do appreciate it."
"Even if it wasn't as exciting as the movies make it out to be?"
"I think you did a fair job in remedying that situation I think," Jake tells him as he starts down the multitude of steps. Dirk takes one last look back at the altar. He absently hopes that something of their mark will stay around as long as those flecks of blood before he follows Jake down the stairs.