(Thanks for all the input on the last chapter~! I was very nervous about posting the kissing scene ;_; I posted it and then was just like…I could've done this, that and then I kind of face palmed (/)_x)
and ladida thanks, I hadn't thought of it like that. I guess the fact that I act like that with my siblings who are all over 30 or almost 30 is the fact I make them act like they do? haha, (I am 19, so age gap) and one of my siblings lived with us until he was…26? So again personal experience makes me not think of it as weird x_x haha
This chapter is NSFW –dead- )
You run a shaky hand along the smooth skin of your scalp. No matter how many times you had it, chemo still sucked. You lay your head on the seat of the toilet, looking at John. He smiles tightly at you, his slimy ghost symbol covered by your beanie and shades that are held tightly to his chest, having gotten them off you quickly. "Are you done?" he quietly asks, looking over you anxiously. You consider the rolling currents of sharp acidic pain that are slightly subsiding now. "Just about…I think," you say, smiling tightly back at him, not wanting to worry him more than possible.
After another few minutes, you sit up slowly. A slight sheen of sweat shows dimly across your pale skin in the low light of the bathroom. John leans forward, his blue eyes connecting with your red ones for a split second before he leans in close enough to lay a sweet, gentle kiss on your forehead. Closing your eyes, you lean into the action, wrapping your arms around his torso and dragging him closer to you. He chuckles softly, swinging his legs, clad in black sweatpants, in your lap and continues to shower those tender kisses on you. You hum in contentment.
Whoever said, 'want a kiss to make it better?' knew what they were talking about.
You sit there with him in your lap for another short moment before you relinquish your hold on his torso to grip for the counter top. He slides off your lap and jumps up, offering his own hand to help it up. You grip it and use his hand and the counter to pull yourself up.
You grimace a little, not only from the slight queasiness you have left over from your body having it's expulsion session, but also for being this weak in front of John. He's been having the same problems too, and of course you are there for him. But you know he's going to have it worse in the long run.
After straightening up fully he stands there awkwardly, biting at his lower lip. His big blue eyes focused on you. "Are…do you need me to stay here?" he asks quietly. You smile tightly at him and raise your hand, gently brushing a lock of black hair back from his face. "I'll be fine," you assure him. He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling up slightly and he slips out of the bathroom.
You turn and bow your head, staring at the sink. You look up at your reflection, taking in your pale skin that is still shiny from sweat, your plain black tee making your clammy skin seem even more apparent. You grab your toothbrush and thoroughly brush your teeth and swish mouthwash. After your mouth has lost all of the acidic taste, you exit the bathroom and flick the light off. John is sitting in his bed, propped up against the wall. His shaggy hair is splayed wildly around his face, the television illuminates his features. You smirk at him and head towards his bed.
"What are you doing?" he smiles shyly. You climb up onto his bed. He giggles softly, bringing his knees up to him tightly as you plant yourself in front of him. It's only been a few days since his birthday, since the make-out session happened. Small kisses have ensued since. You know it's all happening a little fast, but you don't want to miss one moment with him. You've missed being together both of your healthy lives, so you're not going to waste anytime in sickness.
You lean forward up over his knees, your face close enough that you can feel John's breath gently tickling your skin. Warmth spreads through your cheeks, but the darkness is thick enough that it's nearly impossible to see, especially with the television behind you. It reflects against John's glasses but you can still see his eyes, lust shining in them.
He leans in the few last centimeters between you to push his lips against yours, closing his eyes in the process. You sigh against his lips, smirking slightly as you snake your arms around his back. You lace one hand through his hair, knowing that soon, his hair will be gone as well.
John pushes against you and you give a rare startled grunt as you fall onto your back. He crawls on top of you, straddling your waist as he gives a seductive little smirk. "You seem eager today," you say huskily. John grins, showing his buck teeth and just leans forward, connecting your lips again.
As he deepens the kiss, glasses clink and John makes a frustrated noise, and grabs at your glasses. He rips them off but as he lifts his upper body off you of you, he leans back and carefully sets them on the night stand. "You aren't taking yours off," you smirk at him. He gives you a pointed look. "Really Dave, really? I would like to be able to see what's going on when I do open my eyes."
You smile and reach a hand up, taking his face in your palm and running your thumb gently over his face. As your thumb comes close to his mouth he nips at it playfully and you hiss lowly, shifting your hand behind his head and dragging him down to you. "Why are you so amazing?" you ask quietly, your breath brushing against his lips and John flicks his tongue out, licking his beautiful lips.
He runs his thin hand across your smooth scalp, making you shiver and you close your eyes. It feels so good to have his hand sending warmth through your skin.
"Dave…" John looks at you nervously, and you raise an eyebrow questioningly. "I know this… is kind of random, not to mention sudden but…" you keep your eyebrows raised, silently urging him to continue. He shifts his eyes to the side and his already slight blush deepens significantly. "I…I just wanted to let you know, I'm pretty sure I love you…" he lowers to a mutter at the end but you caught the words anyway.
You let out a breath you hadn't really realized you had been holding and smile gently, lifting a hand to brush some of his thick raven hair out of his eyes. "Is that so?" you ask, this probably being one of the longest smiles you've ever held. He nods a bit and doesn't make eye contact. You brush your thumb along his face again, wanting to draw those mesmerizing eyes back to yours.
"Hey," you finally say and he reluctantly looks into your eyes. "I know how you feel John, like it is a little sudden…but I love you too. And me admitting that is not a typical Strider thing, so feel honored, and don't you dare mention that to Bro," you say and he smiles brightly, his eyes almost closing shut entirely with the motion.
You lean up the short distance and meet his lips once again. John quickly leans down so you don't strain your neck and nibbles at your lips with his buckteeth. You gasp a bit and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue a bit sloppily between your lips. He swipes his tongue along your teeth before sliding it against your own.
You're not used to John being so forward but you don't mind, you actually like it.
You really like it.
You raise a hand up to his back and gently run your nails down, careful not to be rough. You would never want to hurt John.
He moans very lowly in the back of his throat. Too low to hear, but you can feel it when he's this close. You push your own tongue past his lips, moving it with expertise. You trail your hand down to John's hip and grip it, massaging above his hip bone lightly as he presses his body flush against yours. Both of your legs are tangled messily under the pillow and your toes are brushing the wall behind it.
John trails his hands down your own sides, tickling them slightly and you squirm a bit in response. He smiles against you slightly. You break the kiss and as he starts to say something, you shift a bit and gain access to his neck. You start to nibble on it and he quickly trails off of what he was saying. You nibble a bit harder lower on his neck and then lick up the trail you just bit. He shivers slightly against you and you blow air along his neck and he shivers more; you can see goose bumps rise on his skin.
You move to the other side of his neck and proceed to do the same while moving your hand on his hip to cup his butt gently. He makes a slight noise but besides that it's just low sounds of contentment. You can feel his member growing against your abdomen. You're not sure if he can feel your own but you could care less about that right now.
You move your hand around between the two of you and brush against him on the outside of his sweatpants. He gasps and opens his eyes, which have dilated, to look at you. You stare back at him, seeing if he will tell you to stop, but he doesn't, so you brush against him again, slightly groping him through the cloth. He makes more noise and you feel yourself twitch with arousal.
Claiming his lips again, you slowly slide your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and move your hand down to rub his thigh. He purrs lowly and his attention seems to focus on that since his tongue has stopped moving as much. You smile, laughing on the inside but not daring to laugh outright. You don't want to make him feel embarrassed.
Running your fingers up, you brush the tips against his hard cock and he moans deeply. You push your mouth more firmly against him, the moans sending sensations through your tongue.
You finally encircle his member with your hand, and you can already feel a few droplets of pre-cum at the tip. You run your thumb gently along it, smearing the liquid and starting a smooth stroke. "Dave…" John groans out loud, breaking the kiss off entirely. You smile as you continue the motion.
You bite at his neck again before trailing up, your hot breath making him shiver. You make your way to his ear, licking at it tenderly. "Lean up," you whisper and pull back; John gives you a questioning look as he does what you requested. You lean up against him and adjust his pillows and then push gently against him until he's leaning against the pillows. He still has the questioning look in his eyes before you slowly slide down and drag the waistband of his pants and boxers down. His eyes grow wide and you smirk up at him before leaning down and taking in his cock.
John doesn't taste bad, a little salty but not overbearing. You can taste a hint of sweet, which you did not expect. In truth, he actually tastes really good and you lick appreciatively at the sensitive tip. You hear him keen lowly and you cover your teeth with your lips and take him in slowly, licking the underside as you go. You feel him starting to push up and you slide both of your hands to his hips, applying pressure so he can't buck into you. He groans, sounding almost frustrated but it turns into a moan as you suck, lifting your head slowly.
Your mouth gives off a lewd popping sound as you drag your mouth from John's dick. You look up at him; you love the sight of him. His blue eyes are heavy, nothing but lust and he's panting harshly, sweat starting to shine on his pale skin. You dip your head back down and lick up his thigh slowly. You trail your way back to his member, taking it in again and you can hear him panting heavily, giving off those quiet noises you love.
You take one hand from his hip and move it under you to cup his balls, gently massaging them. John groans loudly this time, moving a hand up to his mouth to muffle the lewd noises. You growl deeply in your throat, wanting to hear him. John moans as he feels the vibrations you produce.
Finally, you release his hip completely, giving him the option to buck if he wants. After a moment, he seems to realize he has the freedom and sort of twitches slowly at first. You open your throat up so that he can without triggering your gag reflex, and pant through your nose. You continue to massage his balls gently as your other hand drifts up his torso, sliding under his shirt.
After a few minutes, you feel John tense up. "Dave…" he pants, moaning as he does so. Your cock twitches, aching slightly from neglect but you ignore that, that isn't important right now. "Dave, I'm going to come," he finally gets out. You suck harder, encouraging him and after a few more thrust from John's part, he finally comes, hot liquid rushing down your throat. You let him ride his release out and lap it up, letting his limp member plop out of your mouth.
Slowly, you crawl up on top of John, kissing his forehead. "Dave..that…you're amazing," he blushes, looking up at you. "Well of course I am," you reply, "I'm a Strider after all."
He shakes his head, giggling, that goofy grin plastered on his face. You lean down, nuzzling slightly into his neck; John sounds almost as if he's purring. When you lean down a little further, John kind of stiffens up. Puzzled, you raise your head to make eye contact with him. "Dave…I'm sorry I forgot about…you know," he says, gesturing towards you with his hands. Dave cocks an eyebrow and smirks slightly. "It's cool John, you don't have to do anything you don't want to." You brush his hair back a bit and he bites at his lower lip.
"But…I want to make you feel good too," he states, sounding almost whiny. "I'm just worried that…" he kind of looks down towards your chest, "I'm worried that I won't be very good," he mutters.
You make a low cut off noise in your throat. Anything John did would be good.
Just the fact that it was him would make it perfect.
John continues to bite at his lower lip, more so with his growing nervousness. He leans up, licking your lips. You meet him, licking your own lips slightly. You can still taste John a little bit and distantly hope he won't mind. The majority of your mind is just focused on more contact with John.
John backs off a little to look at you, his head making an indent in his soft pillow. He licks his lips a bit, "I'm not sure how far I'm willing to go," he states honestly. You shrug, "anything is fine Egbert, and if you aren't feeling comfortable with anything then I'm not going to force you, I'm just glad you felt good."
He swivels his head back and forth, "No, no, no! That isn't what I meant, I'm just saying…You know some people want to go all the way really fast but I'm just…I've never really been with a guy before."
You smile and brush a few stray locks back. John had the wildest hair. "Dude, calm the fuck down, seriously, what is this I hear from care-free guy, worrying? This shit is insane." John smacks you lightly on the shoulder with a snort, and then leans up kissing you hard.
That action shuts you up effectively and you close your eyes, enjoying the kiss. You wrap an arm behind his head, lightly grabbing at his neck while the other travels to the side of his face.
John grips at your bald head; you can slightly feel his blunt nails. His other hand trails painstakingly slow down your torso. His fingers ghost over your hard bulge and you whine quietly in the back of your throat.
He seems to gain confidence from this and takes his hand back slightly to slip it into the waistbands of both your pants and your boxers, pushing them down, your whole ass now exposed and slightly in the air.
You break free for a second, panting hard. "But what of poor Casey, she will be scarred for life," you breathe to John, and you both look over at Casey who does look like she is staring at you. John turns his face back towards you, "I don't think she'll remember," he whispers and goes back to kissing you. You chuckle slightly into him.
John reaches down, taking your shaft in his grip and you freeze up for a second. After a second, you kiss John back more ferociously.
Pumping you in uneven strokes, he parrots your motions from earlier. He takes his thumb, spreading precum at the sensitive tip and you moan into John's mouth, panting heavily through your nose.
After a few minutes, your hips twitch slightly. Bucking isn't cool, but you feel like saying fuck you to the cool facade right now.
So you buck into his hand.
John leaves your lips to bite a bit roughly at your lower neck. The action sends a hot jolt through you, making you keen lowly into the pillow beside John's head.
Shortly after, you feel yourself tense up. "John, either you're going to have cum on you, or I don't know, we need to do this where I won't get it all over you."
He leans forward slightly, "Just release on me," he whispers in your ear, and shit if that isn't the most seductive thing you ever heard. You feel yourself release and you fuck John's hand until you've ridden out your release.
You shakily (no fuck that, you aren't shaking) look down at John. His clothes are splattered with your ejaculation and you take the sight in hazily. It's strangely erotic. John's yours, and only you can do this to him.
"Let's get you some clean clothes," you say and roll over to the side, planting your feet on the cold hospital floor. You shiver slightly and you straighten your own clothes up and find John some of his pajamas. "Thanks, you're so romantic Dave," he smiles lopsidedly at you and gets up to replace his soiled clothes with the ones you've offered him.
After he's changed, you both crawl into bed. "Goodnight Dave," he sighs happily, nuzzling into you.
"Night Egbert," you smile, letting your eyes slide shut.
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"How'd chemo go," you ask as you see John walk in after being gone for a while. You put down your original gameboy, simply pausing the game.
Gameboys were ironic as shit.
You rest your hands on your crossed legs, watching him as he walked over to his side of the room, shuffling through his things.
"Chemo is chemo I guess," he says bubbly. You don't understand how he can be like that even after treatment, but that's your John for you.
"Well, I'm not sure when it's going to start kicking you in the ass, but want to go for a walk?" you ask, glancing out the window. It's going to get hot soon, too hot to go out, but right now it's still a decent temperature. And John is still in decent shape.
"Yeah!" he exclaims excitedly, practically jumping. He grabs a light long-sleeved blue shirt on. It has a blue curvy symbol on it; you aren't sure what it means.
You're pretty sure the chemo has been making John feels chilly more often now.
Unfolding your legs, you slip off the bed. You stretch, slightly, your motions resembling a cat. John walks over, smiling goofily up at you. You twitch your lips slightly at him in response and reach for his hand, entwining your fingers together.
"Can we get a picture together to Dave? I would love to have one of us," he beams at you and you nod at him. "Sure thing," you respond as you both slip out of the door.
John trembles slightly against your arm that you have around him. You are laying, watching one of his Nic Cage movies with the lights off. Swiveling your head, you take him in. "You okay? You're looking a bit green around the gills," you ask, concerned.
He kind of just stares off at the television for a second, then gets up abruptly, cold air swishing around the side of your body and your arm. "I think the chemo is getting to me now," he states, eyes kind of distantly staring.
You get off the bed quickly, following him to the bathroom. He's already hunched over the toilet, and you lean forward, snatching his glasses off before they slide off into the toilet below.
He heaves heavily and you watch helplessly.
After a while of John heaving, sweat has plastered his raven hair to his forehead. You reach out and get the hair off his damp face, hoping it will help slightly. He smiles sort of appreciatively at you, before turning his head back to the porcelain throne.
John gets all the contents from his stomach out and dry heaves slightly. You ache for him, because sometimes dry heaving his worse than actually getting something out.
He finally sits back, wiping at his mouth shakily and you lean forward and kiss his damp forehead. He smiles roughly at you.
His tired eyes travel down and stop on your hands, the smile fading completely. You give him a puzzled look and raise your hands. Just like before, with you, some raven hair is splayed on your hands this time.
"Had to happen sometime," John finally says, shrugging. He gets up, and you jump up to make sure he is stable.
"Let's just get this over with," he states bluntly and you look at him solemnly before giving a slight nod of acknowledgment and going to get the same cutter that rid you of your hair.
You bring it back and plug it in. "Would you like me to do it, or do you want to do it?" you ask, holding it up. He eyes it for a second and then looks up with a sad expression. "Could…could you do it?" he whispers softly, barely audible. You nod and turn it on. You run your hand through the raven locks one last time and he shuts his eyes, leaning into the motion.
"Okay…here I go," you warn him and he nods, keeping his eyes shut. You place the cutter to him and work as efficiently as possible, ridding him of his wild messy hair. You finish up and turn it off, the noisy whir that had been filling the bathroom gone. The room now dead quiet.
John opens his eyes slowly, bringing his hand up to touch his now bare head. "I guess we match now huh," he laughs dryly. "I guess so," you say, taking his hand in yours.
You lead him back to bed and he curls up to you tightly. You feel him shake slightly, and you squeeze him in you grip some and lean down, kissing him lightly on his forehead, wiping a few tears away.
Not sure what other way to console him, you repeat those actions over a few times. Eventually John stops shaking as much. "Thanks Dave, I'm so glad I'm not alone," he mutters tiredly. "No problem Egbert. Love you," you whisper to him, but you're pretty sure he has already fallen asleep.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally drift off into a restless slumber.
(Holy crap, I am SO sorry about that long…NSFW bit…I've never written that before either and I guess I just got carried away? Oh my gosh but yeah don't hate me please aaah!
And I wanted to thank everyone, especially the people who comment every time. I know I don't respond to everyone, but every single comment means a lot to me! I read all of them 3 )