(Thanks everyone who has read this far and given me encouragements. This chapter is NSFW…)
"Who says it has a low chance of working? Cause you know, I looked that shit up on the internet and it looks pretty positive to what you were saying," you let your shades fall slightly to squint up at him from the board game between you two.
He smiles a bit apologetically, "I mean, I really don't know the exact chances, but I mean, it can be hard to find a match if you don't have siblings or you know any family. Period." You frown a bit at that, "what do you mean?"
"I mean, I have to get an allogeneic bone marrow transplant, which means it requires someone else donating some bone marrow," his mouth tightens slightly and his brows furrow in worry, he stares down at the board game.
You shrug, "Dude, if you need someone to donate you know I would be more than willing to give some of my precious marrow up," you say, leaning over the small round table to plant a quick kiss on his forehead.
He turns his blue eyes up at you and smiles sheepishly. "Well that would be fine and dandy if you had matching bone marrow, but besides having the same blood type, I'm pretty sure it gets more specific that just that," he shrugs, his eyes shutting behind his glasses.
Your lips twitch up a bit, thought you are still worried even with your research on Complete Bullshit that Bro installed on your laptop. You pick up the dice on your board game and shake them good. You put your hand towards John and he gives you a questioning look.
"Blow on them," you say matter-of-factly. "Really John, come on".
"Uh…dude, I'm playing against you…why would I want to give you luck or whatever if I'm playing against you?" he rolls his eyes and then places them back on you. You in turn look over the top of your shades, staring him down. "Uuugh! Fine!" he exclaims and blows on them.
You smirk before tossing them on the board, moving your iron to the boardwalk. "Fuck yeah, I'm buying that shit, hook me up babe," you smile, holding out your monopoly money. He sighs, rolling his eyes once again before cracking a smile. He takes the money and puts it back in the little bank.
John hesitates for a second before his grin dims back down to a thin line. He looks up into your shades, his eyes tinted with worry. He gives a quick small smile that doesn't touch his eyes as he hands you the card for boardwalk. You give him a look that's lost through your shade-covered gaze as you hand him a bit more money, "one house please." "'Kay," is all he says, fumbling around until he finds a little house and hands it to you.
"Alright. What's eating your fine ass, Egbert?" you ask in Strider casualty. You know what it is but you just want John to share his feelings about the whole situation.
He doesn't say anything and laces his fingers together on the table-top. After a few moments, he reaches over and touches the back of your hand while taking the dice up in his other hand, and dumping them back onto the board. He moves his fedora hat piece a few spaces over before offering them to you. You quirk your eyebrows a bit at the gesture but lace your fingers through his and take the dice from him without question.
"Do you think life is just a big game, Dave?" he mutters quietly. His eyes slide from the table to lock onto yours, his face all seriousness.
Well that's a sudden question. You think hard about it for a minute, eyebrows knitting together in thought, before lifting the dice to your lips and blowing gently. You let them fall to the middle of the board. You quickly move your small iron past go, while John grabs two hundred dollars and lays it in front of you.
"I don't think it's a game at all," you finally state, handing him the dice. "Honestly, I think it's a gamble." This earns a curious look from John and damn, that looks adorable on him. Lifting the corner of your lips up slightly, you gesture to the board game in front of you.
"I mean, look at this fine example here," your free hand sweeping over the game in the air. "You really don't know what you're going to get. I didn't know I would get the Boardwalk, and even though I have it, it doesn't mean I'll win. It's all up in the air and the slightest things can change someone's whole situation or experience.
"It's not the best example albeit but you get the gist of it," you shrug as he shakes the dice and drop them onto the board. He buys the property he lands on and quickly upgrades it.
"I guess," is all he says, chewing at his bottom lip. You level a look at him as he hands you the dice, your other hand still intertwined with his. "Look, with a game, you can sort of see how things will go. Gambling is a whole 'nother story. You may have a feeling about something, may have some sort of notion. But you can never be certain. You can make the best out of whatever is thrown your way though. I mean if a dog is tossed a steak, great. Like someone being tossed all the good things in life. If a dog is thrown a bone, they don't fucking care, they still make the best out of it.
"So it really boils down to, just the tiniest things and what you feel will happen." You release your gaze with him to roll your dice again, landing on some of John's property. You hand over the colorful monopoly money.
"Thanks Dave," he whispers, picking the dice back up.
Turns out you don't have very good odds at monopoly. You may have gotten boardwalk, but John quickly monopolized everything he could and it made it hard for you to go anywhere without landing on some money mine.
That fucking adds up after several turns.
Needless to say John wins which hurts your Strider pride a fraction but you don't let John see that. He's just all grins about winning. Apparently he's really fucking great at strategizing board games. Who knew?
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You come into consciousness slowly. You feel John shifting slightly in front of you from where you're curled around him, spooning. Thinking that he's just shifting in his sleep, you start to let yourself slip back to slumber when you barely catch a small strained, "Dave." You aren't sure if you heard it, but if it wasn't really there your imagination has definitely made you wake up.
Tensing up slightly as you come to full wakefulness you wait for him to make some other noise. "Are you awake Dave?" he whispers, barely making a noise again.
"Yeah, I am," you breathe into his ear. He tenses up like he's shocked. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," he says quietly and you shrug, "it's not a problem, I woke up before you even said anything."
You both lay there quietly now for several minutes. You're pretty sure John is still awake because of how tense he feels but you can't be sure. "Dave…" he finally mutters, and you wait because you're fairly sure he has more to say. Finally he adds, "You know how you said life is a gamble?" you just nod in response, fairly positive he can feel the motion. "I don't think my gamble is going to work out very well for me in the end." His voice grows thick by the end of his statement.
Furrowing your brows in worry, you tighten your arms around him, kissing the back of his bare scalp. "No, no, you'll be ok babe; don't think so negatively, that transplant will help you get better, yeah?" You say, not sure who you're trying to convince.
He shakes his head in disagreement. "No, it's a feeling I have, and I mean, I guess my feelings have been wrong before so it could be this time…I don't know," he sighs, rolling in you grip to face you. His blue eyes are clear and staring straight into your red ones.
"But, if so, I don't want to die not knowing what it feels like to be with you," he continues, his stare unwavering. You feel a wave of shock go through you.
Wait, was he asking to go all the way in the dead of night?
"W-what?" you stutter uncharacteristically, nervousness apparent in you now. That doesn't seem to affect John though as he continues, "I want to know what it feels to be with you and I'm just getting weaker. I know you can tell. Plus after my transplant they'll probably have me hooked up to all kinds of things, and I really don't want them to observe my heart rate going up and getting interrupted." He smiles a bit timidly now, his buckteeth showing and he finally breaks his eyes from yours to look down a bit.
You kind of just…lay there in shock for a second. That is until John looks back up at your lips and slides up to press his mouth against yours.
Your eyes widen with a little bit of shock. And mainly sleep deprivation. Because Striders don't get shocked.
It's a sweet, chaste kiss at first but soon John is pressing heavily against your lips, almost desperately. He nips at your bottom lip with his front teeth and you gasp slightly, leaving him enough room to slide his tongue in. Your red eyes flutter shut finally and the arm that is pinned under John, you use to grope at the back of his scalp. You slide your other arm to grip his waist gently.
One of John's arms is pinned but he places his free hand on the side of your neck and tangles his legs with yours.
After a while he moves his hand down to slide down, groping at the front of your pajama pants. You let out a surprised puff of air, already hard from being asleep and John's touch brings your mind back to your need.
He gives you a dorky smile and moves his lips to your neck, nibbling gently under your chin. You tilt your head up out of reflex and he takes full advantage of that. He licks up your neck until he reaches your ear and encompasses it with his mouth. You shiver at the warmth of his mouth. He finally relinquishes your ear and you feel his breath snake across your wet ear.
"I want you to fuck me Dave," he whispers into your ear and as if that isn't one of the sexiest things you've ever heard.
But you're unsure; you don't want John to regret this later on. "John, are you sure? It could be a bit uncomfortable or painful," you mutter, not wanting to lose your chance, but not wanting to leave John in the dark until it was too late.
He looks up into your eyes with his big blue ones, squinting a little since he didn't have his glasses on. "Dave, yes. I've thought it over and I do want to even though it may be uncomfortable. I don't want to regret it when it's too late if I don't," he states and you feel his hand squeeze you through you pants again.
You push him over onto his back and he yelps out in surprise. "Shut up, it's not funny," he growls at you after you give an airy chuckle.
You put your arms on either side of him for support and straddle his waist. You can feel his growing arousal beneath you and that just turns you on further.
Leaning down, you nibble at his neck, lick up the area and then repeat. John shivers each time you lick and you can hear soft, tiny pants emerging from him.
After you've worked him up a bit, you finally start to slide down his waist, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and lifting until he leans up slightly so you can remove it completely, so you can lick and nip gently at his nipple. After you've worked one side for a while you move to the other and repeat.
You finally trail kisses down his stomach and to the waistline of his pants and look up at him. His blue eyes laden with lust. You smirk up at him before hooking your fingers into his pants and dragging them and his underpants all down in one fair move. You lean up onto your knees to drag his pants completely off of him and take in the sight of him completely naked.
His eyes are still heavy and he's panting lightly; you're not sure if that's from excitement, nervousness, a mix of both or something else entirely. His thin frame almost glows in the dim light of the room produced by Casey's cage. Didn't lizards like for lights to be off too?
"I love you," you state and you his whole body flushes slightly in response. "I love you too Dave," he says and he just looks too adorable like that.
After admiring John a little longer, you bend down to lick up the underside of his cock. You hear a barely audible whine come from the back of his throat and you can't help but smile. "I-it's not fair that you, nnnhhh….still have clothes on is, ah, is it?" He finally gets out as you make a seal over the tip of his dick.
There is a light popping sound as you withdraw from him to smile up innocently. "Would you like me to remove my clothes for you John?" you smirk up at him enough to show your white teeth. He blushes further and covers his face with his hands. "U-uh…yes?" he mutters through his fingers.
You lean up completely off him and swing your legs off the bed. Waiting for a second, you finally see John peak through his fingers and you lift up your shirt slowly, revealing your skinny frame. After removing the shirt completely you hook your thumbs into your waistline and pull down, your dick already erect from lust.
His hands have slid off his face by now and he's staring at your naked form unabashedly. You crawl back onto the bed and immediately take in John again. He gasps in surprise at the sudden warmth surrounding him and bucks up slightly.
He moans as you build up a rhythm of going down slowly and pulling back up to the very tip to swipe a lick over it and repeating. You can feel John growing more frantic with his motions; growling louder with his keens as you pull away entirely
John gives a noise of complaint and points annoyed blue eyes at you. "Do you still want to go all the way?" you ask and you feel your cock twitch with interest, dripping fluids already. John bites at his lower lip and nods.
You lean up and over him slightly to reach to the supplies that have now long been stored there where you thought you'd never use them.
Sitting the lube down beside your knee, you open the condom box to grab one out and set it by the bottle before returning to John's cock to give it another appreciative lick.
Then you flick the lid to the lube open and pour a generous amount onto your fingers. "Spread your legs babe," you breathe out. John complies without hesitation and you take in the sight of his strained cock, precum sliding down from the tip. You move your gaze down slightly and move your hand to rest over his center. "It's cold," he shivers. "You won't notice that in a few minutes," you reply, massaging at the tight hole.
You slowly press a lubricated finger into him and you feel him tighten up around you as he starts breathing faster. "Shh shhh, it's ok you just have to relax," you say soothingly, stilling your motion so you can wait for him to relax again.
After he relaxes you push in the rest of the way to your knuckle and slowly pull out again. Then repeat. After you can do this without trouble, you add another finger. You scissor as you try to prepare him the best you can. Finally you add a third finger, picking up speed until your fucking him with your hand.
He screams out in surprised pleasure and you smile, knowing you finally found his sweet spot. "You ready Egbert?" you ask as you continue your movements. "Yes!" he strains out, immediately biting at his lip to withhold a scream. John gasps at the change as you remove your fingers
You pick up the condom with your clean hand and tear it open with your mouth; you should've thought that part out a bit better.
After removing the condom you slide it on with your clean hand and then add more lubrication, pumping yourself to spread it along the condom.
You wipe the rest on the bed sheets as you pick up John's legs to put them on either side of you. You guide yourself to press against John's center before slowly pushing in.
John grips at the bed sheets and pants heavily, his chin pointed up at the ceiling; a light sheen of sweat is glistening on his ghostly skin. After you're all the way in you hold still, waiting for John to relax again. Sitting there is almost torture for you with your urge to thrust in the tight heat.
"O-ok…I'm…good," he pants, smiling up at you; eyes have closed. You almost pull completely out before pushing back in slightly faster. John finally loosens up enough that you can move at a reasonable pace.
Grabbing his legs somewhat, you shift him until you can brush up against his prostrate with your penis. He keens loudly and moves his hands to grope at your back. You moan as you feel him tighten a bit around you as you move with him.
You lean down to kiss at him deeply both of you breathe heavily out of your noses. "You're perfect," you breathe against his lips. He smiles up at you, eyes dilated in arousal.
As you thrust, he starts to move his hips to meet with you, successfully allowing you to push in further and you bite at your lips and let your head fall slightly, groaning.
You reach down between the two of you to take his erection into your hand and you pump in time with your thrust. He keens loudly, throwing his head back, seeming to lose all coordination to meet your thrust.
"Cum for me," you groan, and after a few more pumps he cums with a scream, the fluid splashing on both of you. You continue as he rides out his release and as he tightens around you, you find your release. After you both come down, you pull out slowly and John wriggles in discomfort.
You pull the condom up and tie it off, throwing it towards the trashcan and actually making it. "Scoreeee," you say before flopping down beside John. He curls up beside you as you encompass him in your arms. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles into your chest.
"That was the best choice ever," he sighs, kissing at your skin. You kiss his scalp. "It really was," you reply happily.
Both of you drift into a blissful slumber.