Notes: Alright, this and the next two chapter were originally going to be all one chapter, but that would be too long for me. So, while writing this chapter, I decided to break them into three. It'll be slower and with less development, but some fun stuff.

Panting breath was in his ear as he felt hands wander from his chest to his belt line, dipping into his boxers. "I've wanted to do this for so long." Kisses on his neck, his own breath becoming short. "Would you like my mouth on you, maybe suck you off."

"Ah."

"You like this don't you? You want me don't you?" A hardness was pressed into his ass, making his dick twitch in Jake's hand as the brunette started pumping him. "You have to tell me Dirk, what do you want?"

"Ah, I-I …fuck."

"You're going to have to be clearer." Jake was rocking his hips now, the gentle grip becoming firmer on Dirk's cock.

"Nngh."

"Tell me Dirk, tell me what you want." Rough gyrations making Dirk moan. "I bet you would feel nice. All hot and tight, or maybe you want to be in me, feel me clench around you and moan your name as I ride you. Either way, I'm sure you'd love the sound of our hips smacking together."

"…Jake." The moan escaped him and he didn't even care.

"Tell me Dirk." Jake's hands were moving in slow, rhythmic motions, making the blonde's body alight with pleasure.

"Oh god."

"Give in Dirk, tell me. Tell me and it will all feel so much better. Tell me and you will feel so good."

"I…"

"Yes, come on Dirk, you can do it."

"I want…."

"Your cock is so hard, come on, you know you want it, now say it."

"I want you…."

"You want me to do what? Come along Dirk, I can fuck you nicely or pound you into the mattress, make you writhe and plead, beg me to let you come, or a half dozen orgasms. Just tell me."

"I want you inside me."

"Good boy," Suddenly, their pants were gone and Jake was in him, steady with just a little roughness, sucking on his neck with the occasional nip. "Fuck, you're tight."

"Jake….oh, Jake."

"Mmmm, yeah, I've got you. Tell me how it feels."

"So good. SO go-"

Dirk awoke aroused and on the brink of orgasm, the feeling of his cotton pants just rubbing him was all it took for him to cum harshly, barely stifling his moan.

As he came down from his high, he wondered briefly what time it was, his alarm went off to remind him, 10 AM, his pants felt gross, he couldn't go out in them. Shit, Jake did his laundry, it's not that big of a deal. Surely it was bound to happen, but Jake seeing his mess, even if he didn't know it was from a dream about him…it's just too much.

Dirk got up, gathering his clothes and picking up his hamper, burying the offending garment deep within the other clothes. Maybe he could just ask Jake to show him how to do laundry. It's not an unreasonable request, he'd probably appreciate Dirk taking on more responsibility anyway. Besides, the blind boy would prefer the additional privacy it gave him.

Breakfast was delectable as always, French toast with eggs and bacon, the savory mixing with the sweet in his mouth. Jake chattering on, like music.

"So, we've gotten presents for Jane, Roxy, Dave, John, and John's father, am I forgetting anyone?"

You, you goofy oblivious perfect person. You forgot about you. Dirk wanted to voice his desire to get Jake a gift, but couldn't manage, technically, their relationship was still one of business. Dirk could barely manage the small talk without fleeting ponderings of what Jake looks for in a partner. He still didn't know Jake's orientation, as his employer it wasn't exactly something he could bring up. Part of him didn't even want to know, he didn't want the beautiful dream, that eventually they would fall in love and live a fulfilling life together, to be a complete delusion. He didn't want the nights, as he lay down, thinking about what life with Jake would be like. The tiny kisses as they awoke, Dirk lacing his arms around Jake's waist as he cooked, feeling the muscles contract and relax as the blonde kissed all over the scintillating voice's form. Or sitting in the park as Jake described the scene around them. He would be introduced to Jake's family, and they may be shy at first, but if they're anything like Jake they would welcome him all the same. And this time of the year, how he craved to snuggle up to Jake, really just cling to him under a blanket as a Christmas movie played. Maybe he would climb into the brunette's lap, teasing him and then denying it, or perhaps they would just fall asleep. If it was the latter, maybe Jake could sit on his lap, and let Dirk hold him close. He wasn't ready for these fantasies to be restricted to their realm of unreality. Not yet.

"… your hamper ready?"

"What?"

"Your laundry, I'd like to get it done, could you bring it out?" Another glorious thing about Jake being his caretaker. The guy respected boundaries. After the first few weeks he always made a point to knock before he entered Dirk's room, and even then only if he really needed something. Dirk was allowed to keep things as he liked and had a space completely under his control. It was nice.

"Actually, I was thinking I would do my own laundry."

"That sounds great." Jake always had a habit of sounding like a life coach whenever Dirk took on more of his own care. He denied the fizzing bubbles in his stomach and the swell of warmth in his chest at Jake's tone, using his hand to covertly hide the smile that threatened to break free. "Really Dirk, absolutely smashing, but, do you know how to work the machine?"

"No, I was wondering if you could show me?"

"Of course! Grab you stuff."

Dirk made his way to his room, taking an extra effort make sure his pajama bottoms were shoved to the very bottom. Best if they were in the second load. He hauled the hamper out into the hall, hearing Jake's voice at the end of it. "Come to the end of the hall and then turn right, I'll be right in."

As Dirk waited he thought of his little secret in the bottom of his hamper, trying to reassure himself that it really isn't that big of a deal, and Jake would never see it anyway.

"Alright, Strider, let's wash those clothes." A strong hand was on his waist, guiding him to one of the two metal machines. "The washer is always closest to the wall, you lift the top, and throw some clothes in." Dirk began taking handfuls of his clothing, tossing them in haphazardly. "Woah, wait, okay. My bad, I should explain." He took hold of Dirk's wrist, guiding around the opening of the washer. "You feel how it goes in a big circle?"

"Yeah."

"Try to drop your clothes around in a circular pattern so they are distributed evenly." Dirk tried once again. "That's it, good job. ….Okay, now stop." Jake moved closer to him, taking his wrist in hand once more, and his shoulder in the other, making him reach down. "You feel roughly where the top of your clothes are in relation to the opening?"

"Yeah." Don't think about how Jake is pressed into his side or that those commanding hands are on him.

"That's roughly where you want it to be before you start washing, okay."

"Got it."

"Now take this box, feel the gel packs?"

"Yeah."

"Put on in the opening of the washer and close the lid." Dirk, once again, did as he was told and when he finished he could sense Jake standing behind him, wrapping hot skin around the blonde's form, "Now, I'm just going to take your hands for a moment, okay?" A gentle grip on Dirk's hands and a warm face next to his compounded with the sheer pressure of having another body against him. He can't get a boner now, he just fucking can't. "Feel the control panel?"

"Yeah."

"Okay this button…" Dirk does his best to pay attention, but Jake's deep, soothing, and calm voice is horribly distracting. It's a sound Dirk could get lost in. The gentle tones that call him into a trance-like state, Jake could ask anything of him and Dirk would be too willing to comply. His mind traced one of his ever more erotic fantasies of himself and Jake. How would the silken siren's song sound when laced with lust? How would he sound while Dirk sucked him off, would his voice get deeper? Or maybe a bit gruff? Would he be a moaner or a screamer? How would Dirk's name sound coming out of his mouth like that? NO, he needs to stop thinking such thoughts, addicting though it is.

"You get all that?"

"Yeah, I got it. "

"Good, when it's finished I'll show you how to work the dryer."

Jake's errands ran long enough to allow Dirk the opportunity to pile his clothes into the dryer (although, much to his dismay he could figure out how to turn it on) and get his second load, along with his semen coated pants, in the washer. Jake showed him how to turn the dryer on after he arrived home.

"I got us a little pre-Christmas present while I was out."

"What?"

"Feel it."

Dirk reached out, grasping what felt like a fleece in his hands, that is, until he felt an odd portion of the blanket he wasn't familiar with. "What are these?"

"Snuggies!"

"…You….bought snuggies?"

"Yes, I know you can't really tell, but the one you're holding is a daredevil themed one. I saw it and thought it was perfect for you."

Dirk laughed, "You're something else English." Dirk tried to put it on, experiencing some difficulty (he put it on like a robe).

"Not like that. Here." Jake pushed him towards the couch, A Christmas Story playing in the background. Jake slid the snuggie off Dirk's arms. "Now, stick your arms out in front of you." Jake slid the garment on the right way, ending with a hug around Dirk, the blonde embraced Jake in return and the world stopped. "I never pegged you as a hugger, are you a cuddler too?"

"What?" Was this really happening? This was happening. Jake was into him wasn't he.

"I've always been a cuddler, I cuddle everyone. I really like cuddling during movies and stuff."

"You haven't done that here."

"Well, you learn that not everyone likes being touched or held, many view it as a sexy act or like it has to lead to sex. I just like cuddling, but I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable"

"Yeah, I like cuddling too." An outright lie, Roxy was a cuddler. Always felt like he couldn't fucking breath.

"Well, if that doesn't polish my skull. Wait, I'll get my snuggie too and we can cuddle, it's Robin themed!"

Dirk took a deep breath. Would he be able to handle it? Was the snuggie thick enough to hide a boner if he got one?

Soon, the two were in the couch, covered in fleece. Jake had his arm around his charge, holding him close and breathing in a hypnotic, rhythmic fashion. A hand absentmindedly rubbing the blonde's pale shoulder, and the scent of sage lingering.

"Do you have a new cologne?"

"Ah…yes! I thought it best to change up my manly scent with something a bit more dignified."

"…It smells good." The hand stopped on Dirk's arm, giving him a light squeeze.

"Really?"

"Yeah, smells really good." The rhythmic breathing stuttered slightly before settling into an uneven tempo, marked by a slightly louder heartbeat.

"Do you think it smells like someone adventurous?"

"Well, that depends, what kind of adventure?"

"What kind of adventure do I smell like?"

"Hmm…" Dirk took the opportunity to touch Jake's shoulder and neck, before burying his face against Jake's skin and inhaling deeply a few times. He smelled even better up close. The sudden urge to pet and caress down Jake's form was overwhelming, thankfully Dirk had tremendous self-control, pulling back and speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, unaware of the deep crimson hue his caretaker had been enveloped by. "It smells like an adventure to ancient tombs, a dignified and highly intelligent male who isn't afraid of danger."

"Golly, that sound perfect for me." Dirk smiled. "Maybe this will increase my chances getting a date, I've never had much luck with the ladies."

And with those few words Dirk felt his heart sink, his stomach hollow and his eyes threatened to betray him. He swallowed and utter, "I wouldn't know."

"Ah! I almost forgot, you must try these candies I got. They're called Mozart Kugels and they are amazing."

"I'm good."

"Oh, don't be like that." Dirk could smell the chocolate under his nose. "Just take a bite." He felt the candy pressed to his mouth and reluctantly opened his mouth, his lips brushing Jake's fingertips. He may not be Jake's preference, but perhaps platonic intimacy was better than nothing.

Unbeknownst to Dirk, Jake was cursing a storm in his own mind. He fucked up, he fucked up. He was just trying to gauge Dirk's interest with that comment. And then save their moment when it was clear he messed up. Now he felt soft lips and traces of saliva on his fingertips and his dick is showing more interest than he'd like right now. He prayed Dirk didn't ask to use him as a pillow again.