Based on this post/144766584199/my-friend-the-frog-no-sads-just-stupid-comic#notes

Okay, this chapter is short for two reasons. 1. The picture I was working off of is kind of awkward with where the story is, but my brains insists on keeping it in the story because it was so cute. 2. I wanted it to end on a cliff hanger.

Unfortunately, because of those two reasons this wasn't as well written as I would have liked it, but because of where I am with the story, there was no real way to include it in a sophisticated way at this point without changing something drastically. So please just go with it. I wasn't really expecting for this chapter to end the way it did, but it's one of those things where the story doesn't work any other way, and you'll see what I mean over the next few chapters. I'm well aware of the pictures I haven't covered yet, everything has a plan.

Dirk was laying on the couch, listening to Jake vacuum the floor. He noted the different sounds as the vacuum moved and came closer to him and away from him. He contemplated recording it, next time, and remixing the sounds into something completely obnoxious, sending it to Dave. In their family, April Fools ENDED on April 1st and began the day after Christmas (although there was a strict "No sending ridiculously big dildos with suggestive notes to the set" rule, which kind of took the fun out of it.) He had already been doused in silly string by Roxy while he slept, the odd thing was she always left an apology card. Rose had sent rough bondage porn to Dirk and stamped it "Important Open Immediately!" Jake panicked, not checking who it was from and told Dirk. Dirk allowed him to open it and almost fucking died when Jake finally sputtered out what it was. In retaliation, Dirk sent Kanaya a furry suit and told her it was something Rose secretly loved, and was too embarrassed to admit it. He'll know her reaction in a week, probably.

Jake had turned off the vacuum and was humming to himself again. Dirk listened to it, getting lost in his voice and the rhythmic rise and fall of the slightly off-key notes. As inconspicuously as he could, he drummed his fingers along to the non-existent beat, his foot swaying slightly. He heard Jake plop into the chair next to the couch and the sliding of paper, he was looking at the mail. The humming tapered off and Dirk was a little bored, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. They weren't romantically involved, not in the slightest, but there was something intimate between them and he wanted to relish it as long as he could. He heard as Jake ripped open letters, incoherent whispers followed by either a sigh or a little noise of displeasure. It was cute and Dirk wanted desperately to hold Jake's hand and ask him about the mail. He didn't, he couldn't, the intimacy, the friendship they have was so fragile and new in its closeness. Dirk couldn't risk taking it too far, out of the question.

Jake sat there for a long time. Unwilling to move, Dirk found himself starting to doze, his body reacting the tranquility of his surroundings and a warmth taking him over. This was nice, Jake was using that cinnamon fragrance that made the room smell like cookies from an old cottage home, a kindly woman greeting you at the door. A place where you know, no matter how high you climb, it will be there, and if you fall it's a pillow that will catch you and cradle you until you can get back up again. Home, Dirk couldn't remember the last time a place felt this homey. Not that Roxy didn't make a nice home when she was here, but it was tainted with Dirk's rebellion and her control issues. The subtle animosity Dirk held, made tension…he regrets his attitude towards her. He had no clue what she went through. He still would have fought her either way, but he regrets being so harsh with her. He tried to apologize once already, she didn't want to talk about it. Simply talked over him, told him she didn't want to talk about it, and hugged him. He chose to respect her wishes.

Dirk heard Jake get up, and felt as a blanket was placed over him, it was a little cold. He heard Jake plop down again, reaching over and playing with Dirk's hair…so this is why his bed head has felt so messy lately. He couldn't exactly bring himself to complain. This was nice, this feeling.

He ended up dozing off for some time, not the best idea, he's going to suffer tonight. He awoke to the smell of a different spice, something he couldn't place, but it was familiar. He rose from his resting place and swayed towards the kitchen, the smell stronger, and Jake was humming again. "Hmm? Oh, hey Dirk, have a nice rest?"

Dirk yawned, "Yeah, thanks for the blanket."

He could practically hear Jake's blush, or maybe it was wishful thinking. All Dirk could think of was how nice it would be to feel that warm face against his own. Jake tripped over a "You're welcome" and they stood there in silence.

Dirk thought of how Jake might feel under his fingertips, not as matter of skin, but one of connection. He wanted to connect with Jake, their intimacy flooded his skin and he's addicted. He wants more, it doesn't have to be sexual, he just wants Jake. Before he even realized what he was doing he found his hands on Jake's waist.

"Wa ha haa! Dirk, what in great Caeser's name are you doing!"

Fuck, he messed up, it's not like they haven't hugged or cuddled, but that was always consensual, sometimes Dirk would have to explicitly agree three times before Jake would put his arms around him. Random groping wasn't really their thing. He couldn't bring up the hair thing either without Jake knowing he was only pretending to be asleep. Shit, think. Think! "Jake we've been living together for four months, I deserve to know what your body looks like." Looks, not feels, god he can't say feels. Although he would like to know what Jake's body feels like, against his own. Nope, not the time.

"That, that doesn't make sense at all!"

"It's perfectly reasonable."

"S-sorry chap…I can't let you do that…my body…I am…."

"You're what, ticklish?" Dirk couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile.

"What's that smile for!?" Dirk tickled Jake all over, soon bringing them both to the ground. "Ha ha ha Dirk! St-stop!"

The sound of his laugh is music Dirk's ears, the feeling of Jake's muscles contracting from the laughter under his fingertip is almost enough to make the blonde blush a deep red. "Sorry Jake, the plan is in motion. Next stop, my bed."

"Wait -what?"

"Nothing," Dirk retracted his hands, why the fuck did he say that. Shit. "What were you making?"

Jake, thankfully, was easily distracted. "Oh, something Roxy sent, she said it was your favorite."

"It smells familiar."

"Here," Jake poured it into a mug, handing it to Dirk, the blonde took a big swig of the liquid, not even questioning it, stupid. "It's turmeric milk." Oh god. Oh god! Dirk quickly felt around for the nearby sink to spit out the foul concoction, he's going to kill Roxy. "What's wrong?!"

Dirk wiped his mouth. Waving his hand, "Nothing, another prank." He could feel himself making a face, he wanted to lick his shirt, anything to get the taste out of his mouth.

Jake took the mug and handed him another glass, "Water" he said. Dirk gulped it down, some of the water spilling out of the cup and down his chin, he didn't care, anything to get that god awful taste out of his mouth. He could hear Jake chuckling at him again. A hand cupped his face, dabbing the blind male's face with a cloth. "You're kind of cute like this, I've never seen you so animated." Dirk froze the sudden electricity in the air making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "Adorable, actually." He could feel Jake's breath one his lips, just like Christmas…only this time…their lips connected. A jolt was sent down Dirk's spine and he leaned in, hoping that this wasn't all a dream.

Notes: Also, I have some non-canonical smut for you guys set in MOD universe if you like: post/151639982234/alright-i-couldnt-help-myself-heres-some