Really quick warning: This is not written like how I've seen some homestuck fanfictions written where it has the commands and such at the top. This is a normal third person fanfiction. Also, I have a headcanon that Dirk /will/ show emotion around people he cares about, like Jake or Bro.

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Dirk walked over to the time machine/teleporter he had built, before setting the location and time to Jake's location and time at the moment they were talking. He then started up the machine, before teleporting himself. When he arrived in Jake's time, he spotted the other sitting at his computer. "Hey, English."

Jake certainly wasn't expecting the voice behind him, as he had not heard the other teleport to him. Hell, does teleportation even have a noise that goes with it? It always did in the movies but apparently that was a lie. Being alone for a while tended to have you get unused to hearing anybody else's voice, so actually hearing Dirk speak rather than just seeing the words on the screen probably made him jump more than the fact he wasn't expecting it. Actually, the poor guy nearly fell out of his chair and his eyes went wide before he turned around and smiled at the blond now standing in his room. "Hey, Strider." Slowly, he stood up and brushed off the front of his shorts somewhat awkwardly, not exactly sure about what to do at the moment.

Dirk chuckled slightly at the other's reaction, before walking towards the black haired boy, steps not making any sound. He then pulled the other into a tight hug, ecstatic to see him.

The hug also caught the adventurer somewhat off-guard, but it was absolutely warmly welcomed nonetheless. As an immediate response, Jake wrapped his arms around Dirk tightly and sighed softly in content. Man, Strider was fucking warm. Smelled good, too... This was probably, hands down, the best hug he ever had. Well, maybe his grandma's hugs tied with this one. But this was still pretty damn nice.

"It's good to see you, bro." Dirk let the other go before looking at the other and tilting his chin up, kissing him lightly. He pulled back, inwardly smirking, before glancing around the room. "Not a bad place you've got here."

"It's good to see you, t-" he was cut off by the kiss on his lips and, even if it was light, it still made his cheeks flush up a little as he returned it carefully. "Too..." Of course he felt the need to finish his sentence before the blush was immediately gone after the other comment, a smile spreading across his face once more. "I'm glad you like it. I should have cleaned up a little before you showed up, though," he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. Yes, his things were just about everywhere. At least his pistols were in their holsters hanging up, but his skulltop was on the floor as were multiple movies and a few comics that he threw around while looking for Tomb Raider earlier... And his bed was still a mess from when he woke up. Yeah. He should have cleaned at least a little...

Dirk turned to the various weapons hanging from the walls, before walking over and picking one up. "Hey, these are pretty neat." He then pointed it at the wall, pretending he was going to shoot it. "Pchooo!" However, his finger slipped and he accidentally shot a bullet into the wall. Luckily, it was one of the smaller guns and the bullet didn't even manage to go through the wall. "Holy shit, they're real. . . " Dirk almost looked shocked, if not for the Striders facade of coolness they always put on.

Of course, Jake was about to say something against Dirk picking up one of his guns before he just decided to let him learn on his own. As soon as the other shot the gun, the adventurer strode over calmly and took the gun from his newly found boyfriend's hand. "Yes, Strider, they are very real. What kind of an adventurer would I be if I didn't have real guns?" he asked with a smile, placing the gun back where it belonged.

Dirk frowned at the weapons on the wall, turning instead to hug his boyfriend from behind and nuzzle his hair. "Dude, your hair is really soft."

He had been dreaming about finally being able to see the adventurer one day and being able to hold him (as well as do other things), and now was ecstatic that he could make that dream a reality.

Jake placed his hands lightly on top of Dirk's arms and leaned back into the hug with a small chuckle. Curiosity got the best of him and he reached up with one hand to run his fingers through the blond hair on top of the other's head. "And so is yours. How /do/ you get it to stay like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly in question.

Needless to say, he had always thought about being able to see his bro face to face from the first time they started talking. He never exactly thought that they would end up together like they were, but he figured that it just made their meeting that much better to the both of them.

Dirk tilted his head at the other, looking slightly confused. "What do you mean? My hair's just always been like this, ever since I can remember." He ran a gloved hand through his own hair, not understanding what was so special about it.

"I thought you styled it like that... It's so spiky and everything," he said softly. There was nothing wrong with Dirk's hair, no. It rather suited him, the adventurer thought. It was much cooler than his own hair. "My own hair's just a mess most of the time." His words were true. His own hair stuck up in all sorts of directions at times, and it was a pain to brush in the morning after sleeping.

Dirk smirked slightly. "I don't really like hair products. They're hard to wash out. I used to use them when I was a bit younger." He explained, ruffling up the adventurer's hair. "Your hair suits you though, English." He quite liked how the other's hair looked on him. It showed a lot about his personality.

"But if your hair is naturally like that, why did you use them when you were younger...?" he asked out of curiosity, the ruffling not even phasing him. His hair was a mess already and so he didn't think that a mere hair ruffle would make it any worse than it already was. "And your hair suits you as well, Strider." With that, he turned around in the other's arms to reach up and touch his hair again. It was just so /soft/.

"My hair was a bit longer when I was younger, so it didn't stand up as much. I'd use products on it then." He paused before continuing. "Got tired of stylin it and cut it around last year." He let the other play with his hair for a bit more before moving to sit on the bed, patting the spot next to him.

Honestly, Jake couldn't imagine Dirk's hair being any longer than it actually was at the moment. The thought just couldn't take form in his mind. It seemed weird when he even attempted to think about it. A small frown - which totally wasn't a pout - appeared on his lips as the other moved, but he quickly joined him on the bed and the smile replaced the frown once more.

When the other sat down, Dirk quickly put an arm around him and pulled him close. He had been wanting to hold the other like this for so long. He would never show it, but he felt like the happiest person in the world at this moment.

As a reflex, Jake leaned on the other once he was pulled close and his own arms wrapped around Dirk's torso lightly. "You're so warm, Strider," he mumbled, though clearly not in a disapproving way at all.

Dirk inwardly smiled, thinking how cute the other was. "Well, I do come from one of the hottest fucking states in the US," he stated, before cuddling Jake.

Jake hummed thoughtfully, closing his eyes in content as he cuddled the other back. "How is Texas? Is it nice?" he asked, just wanting to hear the other talk more. His accent was, to him, extremely attractive. Then again, he had never really heard anybody with an accent before since he didn't think he had an accent himself. Then again, who /did/ realize they had an accent?

"It's one of the hottest fucking places I've ever been to. There's a lot of old western areas, but I live in the city there. What about you? What do you do on this island all day?" Dirk tried to cover up his accent most of the time, but it sometimes slipped out when he talked a lot, hence why he usually didn't say much. He hated his accent and thought it sounded stupid, especially compared to Jake's sexy British one.

"I go exploring around, finding ruins, trying to avoid the danger that comes with leaving the house whenever I go outside, and practice target shooting. I tend to find some pretty neat things when I go out there, too!~" he said happily, clearly excited to talk about the island that he lived on. Sure, it may get dangerous - especially when chased by some of the monsters that lived outside - but it was mostly mellow... Unless he ran into those blasted bullfairies...

"What kinda things have you unearthed on your island? It seems like there's a lot if you find new things every time you leave." Dirk asked. He loved seeing the other so excited and wanted to see more of it. He honestly didn't have that much interest in adventuring himself, but he knew what to say to make the other happy.

"Well, I found a few skulls during my adventures, all sorts of creatures - although most are quite dangerous, if I may say so, and a rather large ruin with a gigantic statue on the top. I have yet to be at the top of the rather large volcano in the distance, as it usually gets too dark to explore by the time I make it half-way up, or some of the creatures inhabiting the island find me and start chasing me around," he explained. The entire explanation was told with multiple hand signals and with a very happy and excited look on the male's face. The silence that followed his quick speech, which was probably told too fast for his own good, was filled with very soft panting from the adventurer as he tried to catch his breath as best as he could.

Dirk chuckled slightly at the other. He was just too adorable. "Well, maybe we could go exploring together sometime? You'd probably make it farther with another person there." He kissed the smaller boy's forehead, before hearing his phone buzz, notifying him that someone was trying to reach him via Pesterchum. Dirk pulled out his phone, frowning, before looking at the screen and sighing, putting the phone on the nearest table. He would just let his AR handle the messages, but he knew that sometimes his AR wouldn't work when he was still wearing them, and he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to show the other his eye color just yet. . .

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Dirk: So. . . Who the flying fuck is messaging me?
Ayazi: That's for me to know, and you to find out~
Dirk: Not fair. You already have about 4 more chapters typed out after thi- -silenced-
Jake: He /is/ telling the truth. Why don't you upload faster so we can find out?
Ayazi: REVIEWS MEAN MORE STORY~! If you want to find out sooner, then get people to review~!
Dirk: For every review, I will go just a little bit farther with English in the part that is currently being written out.
Jake: O/O W-WHAT?!