Here ye go kiddos. Chapter 13, in which Dirk and Dave make rather regrettable decisions and Jake and Dirk have a little argument. I hope you enjoy! Leave a review. In the next chapter, we will be catching up with Gamzee! Thank you so much for reading!

Dave had been extremely irritated since Dave and Jake's shoot. He told himself over and over again, "Relax – It's his job. It's my job too." Still, seeing the way he reacted to Jakes touch, seeing the way he leaned into the kisses… it bothered him. He liked it. That was a fair assessment. Dave had liked shooting with Jake too, even if he did go too far now and then. He was going to drive himself mad if he didn't get it out of his head. He rolled and reached for his phone, going through his contacts until he found John's number.

"Hey, man!" John answered gleefully. Dave smiled.

"Yo! What are you up to today?" he asked.

"I'm off today. Why? You want to do something?" John's voice was playful and eager.

"Yeah, if you want to. Want to go to the arcade or something?." Dave asked in the same tone that John gave him.

John answered excitedly. "Dude, yes! Oh my god, I haven't gone in ages. "

Dave smiled like a giddy child. "Get ready! I'll pick you up!"

John hung up the phone instantly. Dave got up and slid on a pair of pants and a shirt. He tied his sneakers tight and grabbed his glasses and wallet before going off to find Dirk, who he found in their game room, clicking away at the four buttons on the console remote. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Dirk paused and turned to kiss him.

"What's up, kid?"

"Going out." Dave responded, sighing and resting his face in the nook of his neck.

"Alright. Be careful. Don't talk to strangers, be home before ten."

"Yes, daddy." Dave joked heading for the door. He got in his car and picked John up at the dorms, driving them all the way to the mall and running like children to the arcade. They loaded token cards and began a marathon of gaming that lasted well beyond four hours.

They finished and made their way to the food court. John sat next in front of Dave sipping his drink and picking at his giant pretzel. He looked up at Dave now and then, who never noticed his glances. He finally spoke.

"Hey so… I think we should practice… for the shoot and all."

Dave paused, food in his mouth. "Practice… as in… have sex?"

"Well… yeah, basically…"

Dave frowned. Practice… why did they need to do that? It hadn't seemed so harsh coming from his own mouth but it worried him coming from someone else's. It made him self-conscious. "Do you think that I'll be… a bad fuck or something?"

"NO! NO! Of course not!" John said defensively, not meaning for his words to translate the way they did. "I don't think that at all! It's the opposite… I'm excited, dude. I want to do this with you."

Dave fiddled his thumbs and grinned. "Oh." He said simply. John sighed with relief. "I mean… Dirk wouldn't be mad, right? It's… work." Dave mumbled more to himself than John.

John nodded. "Yeah. Work…"

They looked at each other in awkward silence before they found themselves both rushing to the bathroom, tossing half full drinks into the garbage cans on their way. They slipped into the handicap stall when no one was looking and entered some sort of sex hungry frenzy, starting slow, with soft and eager kisses and escalating into a heated make out. John pulled Dave's shirt over his head, knocking his glasses from his face. Dave cringed and looked away. John grabbed him by the jaw and looked him in the eyes.

"Don't be a nerd. I know your face. I've seen your eyes before." He whispered. Their lips met again and their bare chests touch. John pulled back just slightly, their noses still touching. His hand slid down his stomach and lingered at the waist band of his boxers with rose above his pants. "Take them off."

Dave smiled and nodded, undoing the belt buckle and letting them fall off his legs. John got on his knees and began to tease him until he was hard. John looked up to him and kissed the tip. He paid careful attention to Dave's reactions as he did. He smiled when the muscles of his stomach contracted. "Do you like it when I suck the tip?"

Dave bit his lip and nodded, his head rolled back in pleasure. John took the tip in his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it. Dave whined and cupped his hand over his mouth so that no one could hear. John fought the urge to smile at the noises he made and how his hips would jerk in pleasure. He made sure that he took every inch down his throat, fighting the gagging sensations. Eventually, Dave could take no more and pulled John up, taking off the boys pants and slamming him against the wall. John wrapped his legs around his waist. He felt Dave's cock against his hole that was twitching with the desire to be stretched and filled.

"D-Dave!" he whimpered. Dave slowly slid in deeper and deeper, his lips parted and eyes closed as he restrained himself. John cried out loudly and Dave covered his mouth as someone walked in. They fought the desire to giggle and waited until the man left. Dave began to thrust deep thrusts. He pressed his forehead against his and moaned. John put his hands on his shoulders and coached him.

"Go steady! Slow yourself."

Dave tried to harness his quick and messy thrusts. John continued. "Good… now slow. All the way in, and out." John closed his eyes and groaned loudly. "Fuck! Yes. Like that…"

Dave carefully followed his instructions, slowing his hips and focusing on his rhythm. "Now harder." John commanded. Dave obeyed, keeping his thrusts deep and slow, but heavy. John made a funny noise, and Dave snorted. John pleaded, "Oh, god, yes! Harder."

"Shhh!" Dave hissed with a smile. "We're in public!"

John only got louder. Dave flushed with embarrassment and slapped his hand over his mouth. "Be quiet, jerk!"

John laughed beneath his hand but then began to release genuine moans. "I-mmhh-" Dave heard him groan, muffled by his hand. He knew what he was going to say.

"I'm going to cum!" John gasped. "Oh, fuck. Shit!"

His nails dug into Dave's skin and he tightened around his length, causing Dave to throw his head back in pleasure and release a cry. He knees grew weak and his skin heated as he got closer to climaxing. Dave finally filled his ass with cum, stroking his cock until John came too. Not wanting to spend any more time in the public bathroom they quickly left and went back to the dorms for another round. John was even more enthusiastic this time. He dragged Dave up to his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed, removing both their clothes and then straddling his hips. Dave tried to sit up but John pushed him back down. He smiled.

"I'll do the work this time. Relax." He bent down and kissed him, taking his face in his hands. He reached and grabbed the lube and poured some into his hands, lathering up Dave's cock. Dave rubbed his length against his entrance and slowly pushed inside. John moaned and pushed himself down onto him.

Dave smiled. "Oh, god, John."

"Is that good?" John whispered, kissing him again. Dave nodded.

Already John was so close to cumming. He wrapped his hand around his cock trying to deny himself of release. He whined as he rode him, finally giving in and cumming onto Dave's stomach. Dave gave slow and deep thrusts until he came again. John laid on his stomach, wrapped in Dave's arms. The atmosphere went from satisfied and drowsy, to tense and guilty.

"I better go." Dave said. There was a tight feeling in his chest. He sat up. John looked pale with guilt. Dave tried to console him. "It was just… practice – for work."

John nodded. "Yeah. I'll see you Monday."

"Until Monday, then." They gave each other an awkward hug and Dave left, going back home. They had spent all day together. He couldn't stop thinking about it in the car as he rode home. When he got home he was surprised to see Jake leaving as he came in.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" He asked suspiciously, knowing that Dirk and Jake were not good enough pals to just drop by each other's houses.

Jake looked nervous. "I just had to drop something off. Later!" He said quickly. His greeting was brief and not really a greeting at all. He shrugged and smiled upon seeing Dirk sitting on the couch. He looked upset. Dave frowned.

"Hey!" He said sweetly, nudging into Dirk's neck and sighing. The older smiled.

"Hi." He took Dave into his lap and kissed his nose. "Have fun today?"

Dave flushed. "Yeah, loads." His voice broke. He cringed.

Dirk chuckled. "You okay?"

"I must be getting a cold." He lied.

Dirk leaned in and began kissing his face like his mom would always do. "Oh no!" he said elaborately. "You can't get a cold! Then I can't give you kisses."

"Aw come on, Dirk! Cut it out!" he laughed. Dirk pulled back and patted his head. "You smell weird." He remarked. Dave's stomach dropped. Did he smell like sex?

"I better take a shower. Gaming got pretty intense. We were sweating, that's probably why I smell so weird." His own thoughts turned against him. "Yeah, we were sweating alright", they seemed to mock. He scratched his head. "So what was Jake doing here?" he asked.

Dirk's face dropped. "I had something of his – from when we were dating. He came to pick it up."

"Oh… why the long face about it?"

Dirk forced a smile. "No reason, kid."

Dave returned the false comfort nodded. "Okay." He kissed his temple. "I'm going to shower."

Dirk nodded and watched him go upstairs before slumping with his head in his hands. In truth, Dirk and Dave had had very similar evenings. Jake had come over, thinking of their shoot. He wanted to "talk". Talking turned into fighting and fighting turned into kissing and kissing to other obscenities. Dirk had laid next to him for an hour afterwards, more bits of the walls they had built up to defend themselves against each other crumbled away. He traced the still familiar features of his face, guilt pulsing through their veins. Jake sat up before he left. "Don't tell John." He had said with a certain weakness in his voice.

"As long as you don't tell Dave."

There was silence. "We shouldn't have done this. Where does it leave us?" Jake said quickly and nervously.

Dirk thought. Was he going to do the same thing Jake did to him to Dave? Was Jake going to do the same thing to John? He shook his head and although he didn't want to, he stood, putting on his clothes and spoke. "You're right. We shouldn't have. You should leave."

"Are we not going to talk about this?" He snapped. Dirk didn't respond. " Dirk! Answer me!"

"NO! No, we're not. As far as I'm concerned this was a phase. A whim."

"We're a phase, now? Is that it?" Jake laughed.

"Yeah!" he hissed. "That is it. You want to know why? Because I can't do this, Jake."

"Do what?!" Jake yelled. "Dirk, what do I have to do?"

"Leave. That'd be pretty nice."

Jake kneeled before him. "Dirk…"

"I'm not going to hurt him. I won't hurt him. Not how you hurt me." Dirk was stern, pointing a stiff finger in his direction, shoving him off of him.

"Just forgive me, Dirk… What do you want? You go and fuck me and then kick me out? What's that about?"

Dirk huffed and grasped at his hair. "I DON'T KNOW! I WASN'T FUCKING THINKING, ALRIGHT?! For now, just go. Leave!"

"Whatever, Dirk. Get your shit together, mate." Jake raged and left, walking past Dave as he left.

Dirk played it over and over in his head. God, he was stupid. Why did he do that? He wondered and beat himself up about it. He vowed that he was going to be good to Dave. He wasn't going to hurt him. He wasn't going to fuck up. He was already off to a bad start, but then again, the bad start actually started long, long ago – when they were teenagers. He remembered being so cruel to him, pushing him around, getting him in trouble just so he wouldn't have to suffer the consequences. He let him get bullied and even laughed along with the other kids as they slammed him into lockers, called him names… Dirk crossed his arms across his chest and his foot began to tap ravenously. He heard the shower running upstairs and finally he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He opened the door and quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower behind Dave.

Dave didn't turn to face him. His arms were wrapped around himself. Dirk knew that they had both done something against each other.

"David." He turned him to face him. "I've been bad." He said softly.

Dave nodded. "Me too."

Dirk grinned as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I wasn't think-"

"Shhh. Shut up. Don't tell me. It'll make it worse. We'll fight." Dave hugged him and Dirk's hands went to his face. He kissed his nose and then buried his face in his hair.