The two had pretty much spent next day doing nothing but lounging. Dirk was a little sore from the previous night's activities, but the biggest pain was his little blue concoction. It was fading, but it had only faded enough to give his skin a nice sickly grey look to it. …Like a corpse. Jake's screaming was not the best way to wake up, it was out of concern of course, still not a fun way to wake up. Thankfully all was calm in moments. Leaving them with nothing to do but stay in and relax.
The next day, Dirk was treated to his favorite wake up method of Jake's. A gentle scalp massage. Fingers threaded through his hair, nice gentle rubbing from his temple to his crown. He even remembered that wonderful line where the head meets the neck. Dirk had become less finicky about his hair. He still styled it, and god help you if you touched it after he spent so much time working it to perfection. However, he often let Jake play with it in the morning, some sort of unspoken compromise. Usually it didn't involve a deluxe scalp massage though. "Happy birthday, love." Slow and gentle caresses keeping Dirk relaxed, barely holding on to any conscious thought.
"Mornin'" Half spoken, half slurred out of his mouth. He could feel lips tracing the path the fingers had taken, from the temple to the crown. A series of gentle loving kisses. Dirk let himself smile, opening his eyes to the bleary sight of his doting boyfriend.
"I believe I owe you a birthday breakfast." Stuck in the limbo between the world of plain concrete reality and the whimsical symbolic fantasy unable to for word in response. Damn Jake and his magic fingers. He felt the soothing stimulation leave him, as well as the warmth and weight of beauty. Leaving him to fall into that nebulous existence where nothing is apparent but everything is real.
Another house, another goddamned house. Burning all around him. Graffiti of grime and tears on the walls, I'm sorry I failed you. Over and over again on every surface and every direction. Some almost illegible in their frantic and messy script. Dirk was stuck in this burning building of regret. No music but the howling silence on his self-hatred and bright depths of his own fucked up nature. Things were breaking down and he couldn't save it. He couldn't save his mind, he couldn't save his friends. He was unstable and about to lose it. Or, at least, that's the way it seemed. His doppelganger appeared before him "we need to talk." Blood staining every fiber of his clothing and every pour in his skin. Black blood, the blood of the damned and those who have done irreparable harm. The blood of those that are disintegrating into nothingness, the rotting of the soul.
Dirk awoke with a start, sitting up and frantically looking over his own body for the sign of that foul clotting substance on himself. He fell back with a flop onto his bed. What's going on…..what did I do? No, not me, well sort of me, but not me. I don't to think about my fucked up nature. Jake is going to come in with breakfast soon and I don't want him to worry. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eye. Deciding that he didn't want to stay in his place of madness, he relocated to the kitchen. Jake was frying up eggs and bacon. He keeping his footsteps light he approached Jake from behind, lacing his arms around the other's torso.
"Aw I was going to bring you breakfast in bed!"
"I felt like getting up, we can always go back." Getting his coffee, something to burn away the remnants of hell. Black as the iron laden fluid in his dreams. Black as the heart that caused that blood to appear all over. His black heart.
"Here we are, one birthday breakfast." The clink of the plate and Jake's voice bringing him back to reality. He couldn't let today be ruined by his fucked up interiority. He smiled in thanks.
"My, is that the rare and precious morning Strider smile?! I thought it was thing of legends." Dirk gave a puff of laughter, smart ass.
"Yep, it's a magic phenomenon that only appears one every 100 years, so enjoy it while it lasts."
A comfortable silence blanketed their intimate breakfast. Fingers brushing against upturned palms, sometimes lacing together with other fingers for established connection. Also, thumb wrestling, over the last piece of bacon. Jake won, but gave Dirk the piece anyway. And in an act of pure stupid cheesy affection, he placed half of the piece in his mouth, coaxing Jake closer. The adventurer took half the piece in his mouth, their lips meeting in a greasy kiss before separating.
"…Let's not do that again."
"Agreed."
Dirk was thinking about what needed to be done today. Nemo could use some tuning up, that Welcome to Night Vale series isn't going to voice itself, maybe he should work on Nemo's brother. It didn't seem fair when Sawtooth, Squarewave, and Brobot all seemed to communicate with each other and poor Nemo was left out of the loop. Dirk wasn't sure if it was that they couldn't communicate (difference operating software) or if there was some prejudice due Nemo's shape, but the other three refused to interact with the poor doggy. Maybe it was a jealousy issue. Jake certainly had strong affection for Nemo, treated the thing like it was his son. After every adventure session they'd end it with Jake washing Nemo before taking a shower himself. When Dirk was working late on one of his projects he was greeted with the sight of a giant metal dog in their bed curled up next to Jake. That thing was his best friend. With all of the happiness Nemo had given Jake, he deserved something for himself.
Getting up with new resolve on a project, Dirk was stopped by Jake who stepped in front of him. "No no. You have to rest today. You work entirely too hard."
"I don't work that hard Jake. I find my work fun."
"Hmmm…..alright. However, when is the last time you just spent a day relaxing where you did absolutely nothing?"
"…wasn't that last Wednesday?"
"No, the answer is never." And with that Jake apparently had made the unilateral decision that Dirk was to be a lazy ass today. Grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed. "On your stomach."
"Well, this is certainly an interesting Birthday surprise." Smirking to himself as he complied with Jake's orders. Instead of the sensual caress he was expecting, Dirk was given an equally delightful kneading of his shoulders.
"You really need to learn relax more often, carrying all of this tension can't be good for you." Dirk gave a satisfied groan, Jake's strong hand making him melt in the most blissful way.
"But then I wouldn't get you wonder massages."
Jake snorted, kissing his boyfriend between the shoulder blades. Working away at Dirk's back. When he was satisfied, he moved to the neck and down to the back of his legs, give his ass a playful squeeze on the way down.
"Hands off the merchandise."
"My hands have been all over the merchandise for the past 20 minutes."
"What are you talking about?" Voice slightly slurred, the boy no longer had two feet planted in reality.
"You're a little out of it now, aren't you?" A slight amusement surfacing.
"I'm on the fucking moon."
"Alright, love. You stay on that moon." Trying to keep himself from laughing.
"Pancakes." Okay, Jake is shaking now trying to contain his laughter, what the hell was going through his boyfriend's mind.
"Yes love. Moon pancakes." It's his birthday, just play along. Although the barely contained laughter wasn't helping.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Thus the massage ended with Jake in a fit of laughter and Dirk spending several minutes trying to parse out what happened that was so damned funny.
Roxy and Jane ended up coming over for a small friends birthday lunch. The beta kids (plus Karkat) did the same thing over at Dave's while the trolls were quite happy not to deal with another birthday so quickly after the last one. The meal was prepared by Jane and everyone enjoyed. Roxy gave Dirk hand cuffs, rope, anal plugs, anal beads, a very large vibrator, edible underwear, and a sex swing. Dirk was laughing while Jake was had so much blood rushing to his face he thought he might pass out. Jane discreetly excused herself to prepare the cake. Despite inappropriateness of the gifts, Dirk was actually quite happy, Roxy was always on his wavelength. The two blondes hugged, while Jake hid his face.
"Thanks Roxy, we'll definitely be using some of these tonight."
"Oh my god. Dirk, must you?" Jake was half hiding behind his hands, he was always rather private about their sex life.
"It's just Roxy, not like everyone's here."
"And my room was next to you guys' during that week Dirk was healing. I didn't think Dirk would be able to do anything, didn't peg Jake for a screamer either."
"Oh my god." Jake smothered his face in this hands, the entire upper portion of his body turning red.
Everyone continued to hang out for a while before Roxy started ushering Jane out, dropping thinly veiled hints and eventually make rude hand gestures to convey what she expect Dirk and Jake to be doing minutes after they left. And she was right.
Jake was nipping and his boyfriend's neck in seconds. "You know, I still haven't given you your present yet."
"I noticed." Smiling and threading his fingers through Jake's exceptionally soft hair. Jake peeled himself away, seductively eyeing Dirk as he rounded the corner.
"Wait right there."
"Will do."
Okay, so clearly sex, but what exactly was Jake surprising him with? He could be doing almost anything. Probably not bondage, Jake was too goofy for that. Maybe some sort of roleplay? Or maybe his guns again? The thought of a barrel in his mouth while Jake force feed it to him sent a bolt of arousal straight to his dick. He would just have to wait patiently.
Eventually Jake returned- and yep, roleplay. His adventurer was in a fucking school girl outfit from Maid-sama. Straddling Dirk's thighs he leaned in asking in a husky low voice, "What can I do for you master?" Dirk let out a loud moan. Okay, Jake fucking got him with this number, fuck his legs were shaved too. His hand trailing up Jake's left leg, grabbing his ass cheek, while the other hand rested on his right hip. "Oh Senpai!" Jake squeaked. Why the fuck did this turn him on so much? Jake's acting his corny as hell, but it still always gets him hot.
"Senpai want to teach you something." And fuck, here he was playing along and getting a ridiculous amount out of it.
"Hmmm~ …I think not senpai." And there's a gun to his head, is this fucking heaven? Jake grinded against his hard-on making him moan, taking the opportunity to force the barrel in his mouth. "You make a sound and I pull the trigger." Dirk could feel his adrenaline rush, his heart race. He was pretty sure the gun wasn't loaded, but hell the possibility that it might not be was too fucking thrilling. Jake continued to grind and Dirk tried holding on to anything he could to prevent himself from making a sound. This was too much it was so fucking great. Hot boy in a hot outfit with a potentially hot metal in his mouth.
A groan soon tore through him and Jake fulfilled his promise, he heard the click a small taste of residual gun powder, and he came instantly and embarrassingly so.
After relieving Jake as well they cuddled all night, Jake making only one or two jokes about their evening and Dirk lovingly ignoring him.
Notes: So, no Christmas or new years. Sorry, but I started it and three minutes in it was already headed down an awful path.
Linda065cliva & Eddieisafangirl: Thank you for reviewing! I'm so glad you liked it!