John and Dave. First person perspective, Dave's. Mature.

John was kinda pushy about going to the club tonight. I mean, it's my night off so I can enjoy the club instead of just working the crowds through my music. Well, I'll enjoy it if there is a good DJ. But this place has taste (see the fact that they hired me) so that's not too much of a worry. But still, Egbert was really insistent. Makes me wonder what he has planned.

I drive up to the valet outside the club. Yea, the club is doing so well now that the manager got fancy. She bought the lot around the corner and hired a team of college kids to run cars back and forth to keep up with the amount of traffic they get, especially on the weekends.

I leave my keys in the car as John and I climb out of the car. I give the kid the usual "if there is a scratch on my sweet and precious baby when i get back to it by the end of the night so help me you will face the full fiery wrath of dave fucking strider and heaven help you you have never seen anything like the wrath of dave strider before trust me on that isnt that right egbert". Of course that just makes all parties involved just laugh at my deadpan delivery of a speech they have heard a hundred times before. I have my own VIP spot away from the dirty masses so there really isn't fear of anything happening to my car.

But head will roll if something does happen.

We wave to the bouncer as we cut ahead of the line and duck inside the club. As expected, the bass bests are already going strong and steady and everyone is moving with them. The darkness of the club is complemented by the laser light show that doesn't actually illuminate anything. But we know our way around as we drift over to our favorite bar. I put in a quick order for two shots to split and a drink for John. The cute bartender smiles and nods and dances around all of the bottles and glasses as she gets our order ready.

I don't react when I feel a hand cup my ass, but I hope to all of Us that it's Egbert being cheeky and not someone who is about to lose an arm. Thankfully his familiar form presses up against my side reassuring that yes that hand belongs to him and yes that hand belongs on my ass. Well it doesn't really, but based on an argument we had a while ago, my ass belongs to him and so who am I to say what belongs on it.

I twist my body to wrap an arm around his shoulder, bringing him closer just as our shots are served. With our free hands we clink the plastic glasses together and down the sugary alcoholic goodness. That'll set me for the night since John promised me lots of dancing. Getting lost in the music does more for me than a flight of drinks.

We hang around at the bar until Egbert picks up his drink. Then we dive into the bodies.

The DJ is doing a pretty good job at keeping a strong beat that synchronizes everyone, despite their dancing abilities or lack thereof. I get a good feel for the crowd in the brief moment that John ducks away to put down his empty glass. It's flattering to see several pairs of eyes glance over me and even a couple questioning tilts of head, but I decline all invitations, especially the wandering hand that happened to fall on my hip.

I dance solo in the small pocket of space, letting the beat work it's magic on my bones. I fill my lungs with the reverberation of bass. My feet bounce to the tempo. My voice joins in with the chorus. Everyone knows the words. Movement is liberation, my body sings with exhilaration. I close my eyes to take in the moment.

When I open them I find such a bright blue staring up at me that it takes my breath away.

And a pearly white smile to make my heart stop.

My hips don't stop but do adjust to his rhythm as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him. Our bodies fit together like they always do, perfectly. He slips his thigh in between mine, giving me something to grind on. I take him up on his offer as I throw my arms over his shoulders. I press my narrow frame against his broader one and roll my hips to the heavy bass. His hands move up and down my side, slipping underneath where my shirt is pulled up to glide up my back. I love how Egbert dances.

We shift into the new beat as the song changes. Have to give props to the DJ for a smooth transition. It's easy to find the new bass and our bodies follow it's slightly faster rhythm. I shiver when I feel John's lips press against my neck. He lays open mouth kisses up and down my jugular, lapping a little at the salty skin, grazing his teeth over my collarbone. That one draws a moan out of me. Fuck. Is it getting hot in here or is it just Egbert.

I'm heady after a couple more songs. I feel high on a combination of pleasure, dancing, and John. A sheen of healthy sweat is on everyone's skin, catching the bring pinpoints of light as the laser show sweeps across the dancing crowd. The music lifts us all up and we dance. God how I love to dance.

And how I love Egbert.

I know he can feel what he is doing to me because he purposefully does over and over what makes me shudder and grind up against him between having his body so close to mine, his lips attacking every square inch not covered by shirt (and a couple even that are), his hands gliding over my back and ass. This is heaven.

Though having my dick confined in my jeans is really starting to get uncomfortable but I don't know if I could drag myself away from the dance floor long enough to take care of it especially with the smoulder in his eyes. And his grip on my hips. Yea, he's not letting me go anytime soon. Instead he pulls me close and pulls himself up a little until his mouth is at my ear. His hot breath is already giving me shivers but that deep bass voice of his makes my heart stop.

"I fucking love how you dance. Like there is no one else here but us."

"There are other people than us here? Then I should tone down how much I am trying to fuck you with clothes on."

"Don't." I know he felt that shudder that coursed through me at the force behind the word. "Think of it as a prelude to tonight." I raise an eyebrow at him, not that he can see it as he is disentangling himself from me with somehow still maintaining full body contact. He turns around and presses his ass against my lap. I groan into his ear as I wrap my arms around him and match his grinding with the music.

It keeps nagging at the back of my brain. What is John planning? Not that I can do much thinking with how Egbert is rubbing up on me. I am almost tempted to drag him off of the dance floor and find some dark broom closet, bathroom stall, or back alley and make him fuck me silly. That line of thoughts make me grip his hips harder and I hear him chuckle in response. It's my turn to nip him along the top of his ears.

"Goddamn, John. You are driving me wild tonight. Whatever you have planned tomorrow, cancel it. We aren't getting out of bed for the next twenty-four hours once I get you home."

I feel the moan reverberate through his chest.

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me into the mattress tonight."

I am pretty sure my jaw dropped comically as his words make me miss the beat. I am grasping at empty air as he slips away from me. I try to follow him, but I have officially dropped the beat and it has made its hasty escape away from me leaving me to bumble around like a fool and hit nearly everyone's shoulder in between the exit and where I was standing. Fuck, I'm supposed to be the fast one. I can barely catch the flash of white smile and blue eyes as the mop of dark hair ducks outside while I am halfway through the crowd.

The outside air hits my heated skin and causes me to shiver. Sometimes it sucks being this skinny. I look around for my boyfriend but only see a taxi pulling away from in front of the club.

"Yo, Eric. Where'd my blue-eyed wonder?"

"He grabbed a cab. Said something about needing to prep for a surprise for you."

"That asshole."

"Everything alright?"

"Yea yea. I'm getting laid tonight apparently."

"Then why the fuck are you upset?"

"Because he just drove off without me. Goddamn he is going to be the death of me. Can you pull my car around?"

"Sure thing, DJ. Just give me a moment." Eric grabs his keys from the valet box and heads around the lot. Though I swear a blind Terezi could have found and brought my car around faster. I give Eric a glare as he gets out of my car. He just smiles cheekily back. The fucker.

Egbert has had a long head start to get whatever he wanted done before I got home. I am tempted to take the scenic route home, maybe drive around the block a couple times, pick up a late night snack, but his last words to me keep ringing through my head. And so I make a straight line home. The car is barely turned off before I am leaping out of it. I slow myself down on the stairs just to make John sweat a little for pulling this sort of stunt. But I really only delay myself two minutes and seven seconds.

It's dark in the apartment when I open the front door except the light coming from Egbert's room lighting up where I am obviously supposed to go. I close the door with just enough noise to let him know that I am here. In the following almost silence, I pick up some soft moans.

I pull my shirt off over my head, discarding it over the back of the couch as I imagine him laying on his back stroking himself. God he is such a tease. I kick off my shoes and bend over to take my socks off. Hand wrapped around his dick, slick with lube, waiting for me to sink down on it, and ride him until he screams. Fuck. That idea shrunk my jeans. I undo the belt and start fingering the button of my jeans as I cross the room.

I stop in the doorway, breath caught in my throat as my brain attempts to process.

John is bent over the bed with his ass up in the air perfectly naked. It's not his dick that is lubed up but his fingers and ass as said fingers are sliding in and out. He's already up to three and I finally understand what he meant about prepping.

"Oh my god."

His face is flushed as he twists around to look at me.

"Hi Dave!"

Okay, welp, that's definitely my boyfriend. Only he can be that sexy and goofy at the same goddamn time.

"Fuck you, Egbert. Fuck you." I think I just gave myself cloth burn in my haste to get my jeans off.

"Well, Dave, that is the idea." He interrupts himself with a little moan as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of his ass.

Finally free of my clothes I go over to him, leaning over to kiss his silly face soundly. "I fucking love you."

"Well I hope you love fucking me too."

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have my fingers in my ass if I wasn't sure, Dave." He pauses for a moan. "I've been thinking about this for a while. You always look like you are enjoying it, so," gasping moan, "I wanted to have a try."

"You glorious son of a bitch. I love you."

"Just fuck me, Dave."

My dick is eager to agree as I kiss him one more time and then move behind him. It's fascinating to watch his fingers. I guess that's how it looks when I finger myself or when he does me. But we both want something else in his ass. I grab his wrist and pull his fingers out. He wipes them on the bedspread as I grab the lube and slick myself up. I comfortingly rest my clean hand on his hip as I line myself up with his entrance.

"Ready, babe."

"Yea." His voice is both deep and breathy and the noise goes straight to my core. I really hope I don't fuck this up.

I slowly press myself against him and push pass the momentary resistance and then all I can think about is the heat, tight wonderful heat. I watch John carefully, watching how his shoulders tense up because fingers are not the same as a dick. I listen to him but the whining moans don't tell me to stop. I push in slowly and steadily, savoring the heat. Savoring the way he feels wrapped around me.

I stop only when I am flush inside him. I am quivering to hold myself back from just fucking him into the mattress. He feels that good. But I wait. I wait until his breathing evens out and he relaxes around me.

"i love you god i love you you feel so damn good i mean how can you feel this good i hope you feel as good as i think you feel because fuck this is incredible and this is so wonderful and you much really love me though not as much as i love you"

"Dave?" he breaks into my rambling. "I need you to fuck me. Now, please."

That's all he needs to say. I don't go full throttle like I want but I do start moving my hips. Sliding in and out. Slowly I speed up as Egbert's breathing gets heavier and his moans get louder. Not that I am any quieter. Fuck how could I be quiet when John feels this fucking good. I should have made Egbert let me do this much earlier.

But no.

It's perfect that he initiated this. That he wanted to do this for me. And by god, I am enjoying the fuck out of it.

I press my body along the curve of his spine, molding myself to him as I continue to rock my hips into him to the tune of "harder" and "faster."

This is heaven.

I have died and gone to heaven.

"You aren't dead, Dave. And my ass isn't heaven."

"I beg to disagree. This is the choicest plush rump a man could dream of and it's mine and I am buried in it and this is heaven. You can't tell me otherwise. I love you too much. I love you so much, John."

"I love you too, Dave."

And that's it. I'm gone. Belatedly I realized I should have asked where he wanted me to come but in the moment the only thing I was capable of was pulling him tight to me and riding out the blast of orgasm that made my head fall back and my eyes see white and my fingertips and toes tingle.

I come back to my body, draped over his back gulping in air. When he starts to squirm underneath me, still trapped against the mattress, I manage to roll off and flop onto my back. In my orgasmic haze I watch as Egbert grips himself and quickly brings himself to full mast with short fast strokes that indicate that he's close. With a heavy hand I brush his hip. He stares down at me with lust filled hungry blue eyes. I lick my lips and he's coming as well.

The room falls quiet with our panting breaths

"My ass hurts and I feel gross. I need a shower."

"That was wonderful," I answer dreamily.

"Glad you enjoyed that one time deal."

"Really? Goddamn it. I did, I did. I will dream about that ass of yours from now til forever." I slowly push myself off the bed. John still hasn't quite moved from where he ended up leaning against the bed. I pull him over to me and kiss him. It's messy and soft and gooey and perfect. Egbert groans a little at me as I push him away again and leverage myself all the way to standing position.

"I'll go start the shower."

"I love you, Dave."

"I love you too, John."

A/N: Thank god this is done. It can stop looming over my head. Now, after saying that, if any of you have any prompts, feel free to send them to me and I will consider adding them. But my own prompts are done. Please review or fav this story. If you are new to me, go read Waiting for the End. If you have read WftE then congrats. I love you. I mean, I love all of you anyways.