A/N: Hah! I managed to crank another one out. And as promised this one has some action in it. Yay. This also features that spectacular phone call from Waiting for the End. No spoilers really but just some fun. I've been waiting to do something with that conversation for a while.
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JakeDirk. Third person perspective.
"So what would you like to do tonight, babe?"
"Huh?" Jake looks up from his gun cleaning to glance over at where his boyfriend is draped over the couch.
"What would you like to do? We don't have any more ruins to desecrate, I don't have any DJ shows to play at, and you don't have classes until the fall. So we have the night all to ourselves and I am pretty sure gun cleaning won't take all of it."
"I'm just finishing up my handguns. I haven't even started on the rifle collection that Jade gifted me on Christmas."
"Okay, no." Dirk collects himself from the couch and walks over to Jake. "You aren't doing that. Revoking your gun cleaning privileges." He stops to loom over his green-eyed boyfriend.
"Strider."
"Nope. Not going to happen, bro. You've been polishing that one for the past half hour. If it doesn't have a mirror shine on it, I'll eat my hat."
Jake glances down at the gun, wipes the excess oil off of the surface, and watches as the frown on his face shifts to a smile. "You're right, you are right once again, Strider."
"I'm always right."
Jake ignores him. "I guess I was just lost in my memories." It takes a thoughtless moment to reassemble the gun. Even Dirk has to admire the way his hands work while Jake looks up at him. "I was just comparing our last adventure to the one in Indiana Jones. It was a bit closer than the last."
"I don't remember any sex scenes in Raiders of the Lost Ark."
Jake's cheeks flush red. "Well no. There aren't any in the ruins. But the thrill was a bit closer to meeting my expectations."
"You did nearly eat it when those rocks crumbled underfoot. But I still don't think that it was an actual defense trap."
"Which makes it the perfect trap! We wouldn't have found it if we had been looking for it!"
"Whatever. You still haven't answered my question about what we are doing tonight though."
Jake thinks about it as he packs away the double pistol pair and all of the various cleaning supplies he had pulled out. "Are you sure there are no sex scenes in the Raiders?"
"Yes. Positive. But why are you asking me? You've watched that movie at least fifty times. You should have it entirely memorized."
"Maybe we should make sure." Jake grins up at him.
"Oh. You are proposing a movie night. Why didn't you just say so?"
"Strider. Are you really chastising me for not getting to the point immediately and directly?" He raises an eyebrow at Dirk.
"I'll go dig that one out of your massive stockpile of movies," Dirk turns away, also ignoring the jab. "Though just because you have the money that doesn't mean you have to go and buy a copy every single movie that exists."
"I didn't get every single one. Just the good ones!" Jake calls out as Dirk heads into the hall. Dirk just shakes his head and cringes as he reaches his destination. Jake's love for movies manifested itself into a room that stored every movie that they owned except for the couple favorites that constantly hung around their entertainment center. Literally it is an entire room filled with movies. Every shelf around the walls are lined with cases and the bookcases standing in the free space alternate between more movies and movie memorabilia. Dirk restrains any further commentary as he head directly to the Indiana Jones 'shrine' that Jake constructed. Somehow, by the miracles of the mirthful messiahs themselves, Jake's copies of the Adventures had come with them to the new universe. Jake had also collected the Alter-Earth and Aradia's trollian versions. Dirk picks out the volume that Jake wants to watch and heads back to the main room.
The guns and their cleaning implementations have been dutifully cleared away and Jake is missing. Dirk ascertains his whereabouts as he recognizes the beeps of the microwave. Movie night is an old routine between them. Dirk runs the technology, turning on all of the systems for the screen, the player, the stereo and surround sound speakers, etc, while Jake provides the nourishments and refreshments. Not that popcorn and red licorice laces are very nutritional. But no one can deny that orange soda is perfectly refreshing.
Both of them flop onto the couch when their respective tasks are complete just as the opening music plays. Dirk catches sight of Jake's face lighting up and a soft hum as he sings along under his breath. A soft smile playfully pulls at the edge of his lips. He hides it by grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth.
Upon inspection, the scenes in the ruins do remind him of the last trip that they took, minus a lot of the deadly traps. Jake waved those away saying they must have already been sprung by less savvy adventurers. Or the mechanisms deteriorated over time. Or the ancients here on Alter-Earth were just a lot more welcoming than those Indiana Jones faced. But most definitely they were less adventurous than expected as the temples were always easy to navigate.
Dirk always found ways to spice them up though. As he remembers what they have done at nearly every altar they've 'discovered,' Dirk has to shift in his seat to get a little more comfortable. He can't help but kiss his enthralled boyfriend on the cheek as he does so. When Jake blushes, Dirk knows he was thinking about the same thing. Perfect, Dirk thinks to himself.
Taking advantage of the situation, Dirk slides his hand along Jake's thigh. Jake pushes it away with a flutter of his hands but Dirk immediately puts it back, if not a little shifted to the inside. Jake huffs in annoyance and resolutely turns back to the movie ignoring Dirk and his creeping hand. Dirk just smirks and scoots closer to him until shoulder to knee are touching. He leans over and places gentle kisses against Jake's neck even as his hand continues its agonizingly slow journey. Jake hisses at him but makes no action to move away. Dirk takes this as a good sign and stretches a little bit more to lightly bite Jake's earlobe just as his hand covers Jake's crotch. He palms the erection that he finds, the memories of their adventure doing his work for him. The rubbing draws a reluctant moan from Jake who is struggling to pay attention to the movie still playing in the background.
"Strider."
"Mm?"
"Movie night."
"Mhmm."
"You're not watching the movie."
"Nuh-uh." He nuzzles the answer into the crook of Jake's neck. Finally Jake pushes him away, emerald eyes clouded with conflict. Dirk assists him with his decision when he briefly pulls away and slips to the floor. Jake splutters with half hearted protests as Dirk arranges himself to where he is kneeling between Jake's legs. He falls into silence as Dirk reaches up to unbutton his pants and even lifts his hips up to let Dirk pull them and his boxes halfway down his thighs.
The soft sound Jake makes when Dirk wraps his hand around the waiting erection makes him smile. He leans forward, breath hot over the head, and licks the crown. Jake's whole body slumps at the contact, sliding a little bit forward towards Dirk. Dirk swirls his tongue around the head. He slowly works his way down, tonguing over the hot skin. He lets the cock brush messily over his cheek as he moves down the shaft. He goes all way down to the base before beginning the just as slow journey back to the top. Jake groans as he catches flashes of orange when Dirk looks up at him in conjunction with a broad flat stroke of his tongue.
Jake startles when Dirk's phone goes off next to him on the couch. When he glances over he sees Dave's name on the screen. "Dave's calling." Dirk doesn't stop his slow licking of Jake's cock. "You should probably answer it. He doesn't usually-" A particular sweep over the head stops him mid-sentence. "Strider." Dirk's only response to him is to reach out, grab the phone, slide his thumb over the screen to unlock it, and hold it up to his boyfriend. All without removing the cock from his mouth. Jake fumbles with it a moment before bringing up to his ear in time to catch,
"John kissed me."
"Dave!" Jake fights to keep his tone even to keep from betraying what else is happening beyond the phone. "Good morn to you, good chap!" Dirk's distraction was throwing Jake off. "John kissed you? Well congratulations!" He pushes at Dirk's head, trying to get him to stop for just a moment. But Dirk doesn't relent. The only indication that he is remotely concerned with the conversation is that he throws up two thumbs in response to the declaration.
"English? What timezone are you in that it's morning there?" Jake rolls his eyes. Of course the other Strider would catch his gaff. "And why are you answering my bro's phone?"
"Strider handed it to me. He's... a little, preoccupied, but gives you two thumbs up at the outstanding news." Jake can't help it when his tone turns a little breathy as he tries to keep his attention on the conversation.
"He's answered me when he's been elbows deep in robo-guts while doing near surgical rebirth to give AR a body. What on earth is he doing now that he can't answer me, but can still hand you the phone?"
"Well, his hands aren't particularly engaged- oh nevermind!" English's tone sorta spikes up into a squeak as Dirk remedies that situation, sliding up his thighs with his hands, one going to cradle his balls and the other pressing against his entrance.
"What?"
Jake can't stand the conversation anymore. Dirk is too good at turning his brain to mush. He can't help it when "More specifically, he can't answer you because his mouth is occupied. With my cock," slips out.
"Dude!" The phone call quickly ends and Jake tosses it aside in favor of using his hands to bury themselves into Dirk's hair, holding his head still as his hips thrust a couple of times before Jake pulls him off completely. There is a feral gleam in the emerald eyes.
"You are going to pay for that, Strider."
"Pay for it? Are you threatening me, English?" Dirk gets to his feet, hands undoing his jeans.
"Yes, and it is coming out of your ass." Dirk pulls his shirt off over his head
"I'd rather you come all over it." The jeans fall to the floor revealing that he had been going commando. Jake just stares at him for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of his naked boyfriend. Dirk smirks at him and turns, heading to the bedroom. He hears a flurry of movement behind him as Jake launches himself up off the couch, hampered by the pants hanging down around his thighs. With a short bark of laughter, Dirk runs ahead of him, leaping onto the bed while twisting in the air to land neatly on his back. Jake rolls his eyes at the theatrics as he stands at the door frame where he tries to wrestle his pants off, forgetting to take his shoes off first.
It doesn't help his struggle when Dirk's hands start to roam. He caresses his own body, one hand gliding across his chest to circle a stiffening nipple, the other sliding down over his hips to catch his erection between his thumb and forefinger. Jake slams his hand against the door jam to catch himself from falling on his face. Dirk's hand ignores his cock and dips down between his spread legs, retreating only briefly to be covered in lube that somehow appeared in his other hand. Jake gets one leg free just as Dirk starts to press his fingers against his entrance, body tensing up at the self intrusion.
Jake is helpless in trying to remember how pants work as Dirk slides two fingers into himself with a gasping moan. He spreads himself open with quick short strokes paired with deep pushes and scissoring. Jake's shoe miraculously comes off and frees up the rest of the problem just as Dirk slips a third finger in. Jake approaches the side of the bed while Dirk watches him with orange eyes gleaming under pleasure heavy lids. He snatches up the lube, pours some out into his hand, and starts stroking himself. Dirk simply spreads his legs a little more, pulling his knees farther up.
There is no need for any additional foreplay as Jake climbs onto the bed, settling quickly in between Dirk's legs. Their hips line up with a brush of cocks as Jake leans over to kiss Dirk violently but briefly. He leaves Dirk gasping when he pulls his lips away only to push against Dirk, sliding into his prepared boyfriend. He only pauses momentarily to let Dirk adjust before pulling his hips back and snapping forward. Dirk gasps at the ferocity and his hands scramble to get purchase against Jake's muscled back even as Jake repeats his actions.
Moans are drawn from both throats as Jake pounds Dirk into the mattress. He is relentless in his pace, keeping every stroke hard and fast. He utilizes the range of motion to slide from tip to flush. Dirk's hips rock to match the rhythm adding to the impact of each thrust. His hands dig into Jake's shoulders. Jake's arms are pillars holding himself up over Dirk, giving him enough room to arch up and press their chests together when Jake hits a certain spot inside him. Jake leans down and licks up the sheen of sweat that has built up on the skin pulled tight on Dirk's neck when he throws his head back.
"Fantastic. Shit yes. Oh god. Fuck. Just. Shit. There! Oh god, there! Wonderful. Feel so good. Feel great. Fuck. Goddamn yes!" Dirk is reduced to gibberish and short bursts of vulgar language as Jake continues to fuck him. Jake's harsh panting is loud against his ear, matching tempo with both the pace of his thrusts and the pounding of his blood. With the onslaught of sensations, Dirk can't do much beyond cling to Jake.
"I love you," Jake whispers to Dirk.
His orgasm is sudden, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. Cum streaks across his chest and is smeared as Jake continues with his rhythm finally broken. After a handful more thrusts, Jake pulls out and comes a deep cry.
As they catch their breath as a sweaty mess, Jake grins wildly as he look down upon his boyfriend, and Dirk can't help but smile back with warm amber eyes.
"I love you too."
Jake leans down and kiss him silly before slowly pulling out of him and collapsing to his side. Dirk reaches over and grabs one of the many towels laying around and cleans up the mess they made on his torso. He tosses it in the general direction of the laundry basket.
They lay there basking in the afterglow of really good sex when strains of the movie float in from the main room.
"Oh! We are missing it! Strider! Get up get up! Go go go!"
"English. How many times have you seen this movie?"
"About as many times as you watched your Bro's movies. Seriously, it's getting to the good parts!"
"Unless you are going to carry me, I don't think I can make it."
"I did not fuck you that hard."
"Yes. You did."
"Fine." Jake gets out of the bed by rolling over Dirk. His legs are unsteady for a moment before he regains his balance. Dirk watches as he nods to himself before sliding an arm underneath the crook of Dirk's knees and behind his shoulders.
"No. English. No. You can't be fucking serious. Put me down. Fuck you and put me down."
"It was I who fucked you. Now let go of the sheets Dirk."
"Fuck you with a cactus."
"That sounds unpleasant. And if you don't let go, I'll just take the bedsheets with you." Dirk contemplates his choices. He really isn't up for fighting Jake and Jake's threat isn't an empty one. With a resigned sigh, Dirk releases the sheet and lets Jake carry him bridal style back to the couch just as the head Nazi's face melts off.
"Ugh. Now I am going to have to figure out where we left off."
Dirk shakes his head and lets him do that as he checks his phone finding four messages waiting for him.
TG: dude that is fucked up
TG: just ignore the phone when shit like that is happening
TG: definitely dont let english answer
TG: im going to bleach my brain now
With a smirk, he tosses the phone away and grabs the blanket at the of the couch. He covers the two of them and settles down for a night of movies and naked cuddling.