Sorry, I was meant to post this yesterday night but fell asleep and was going to do it in the morning BUUUUT my room was being painted again so nope. Well here is the DirkJake chapter.
Dirk, be annoyed over your dick of a sibling.
My body jolts me awake when the realisation that the warmth I held onto had disappeared. Jake must have gotten up. Jake... Right, I was in the middle of fucking his sweet ass when Dave decided to make a dick move. The little bastard waltzed straight in my room when it was just getting good. I remember screaming at him to get the fuck out. The image he got must have scarred him because who wants to see their brother fuck somebody? That would be a bit weird. Okay, that would be insanely fucking weird. He must have done it for the 'irony' or he just wanted to mess with me. He is so getting a face full of plush rumps when he gets back.
I check my phone.
12:30 it reads.
The lil man has work today so I won't see him for quite a while. I run a hand through my hair; sleep had made the platinum blonde strands stick out everywhere. I decide that getting up is the best option. I groggily make my way to the kitchen in my orange boxers to find English doing the dishes. My eyes 'stray' to his glorious ass. No girl or guy I've seen can top it. Jake English has the ass of all asses. The queen of ass-Ville is him and all the peasants have to bow down in shame because they have never seen an ass so perfect in their goddamn lives. Seizing the opportunity, I sneak up behind him and cop a feel. Jake jumps at the sudden contact. He tries to say something but lets out something along the line of a high pitched squeak. I rest my chin on his neck and wrap my spare arm around his waist. Jake is pretty thin, but not in an unhealthy way. He's a model so it's understandable. Heat is emanating off of the smaller male in my grip.
"Embarrassed?" I smirk into the warming crook of his neck.
"Well... I was wondering when your hand is going to... leave." God, I could listen to him talk for hours. His English accent was so louring, seriously this guy could pick up anyone with just his voice, never mind his looks. However, he sounds the best moaning out your name during a romp. Jake twitches his shoulders, signalling me to get off. I do as he silently tells me and lean on the black marble surface of the kitchen counter.
"Y'know y'don' have to wash the dishes." I drawl. feeling groggy always makes my accent slip. Jake giggles and looks at me with a bright smile. I glare back at him.
"No anime shades?" He cocks his head and turns to finish lading the dishwasher with whatever he can.
"Don't have to wear them in my house" I answer. I make my way to the fridge.
"You normally do." He's right. I hate my eyes. That's why I wear shades to cover them, Dave has the same eye deal going on but instead of red I have bright orange eyes. I think of something else quick, eyes are a sensitive issue in the Strider family. I open the fridge to get a bottle of orange fanta, but when I open the door a bunch of shitty swords fall out. I jump back a bit to avoid getting cut.
"Oh, I forgot I put them there." I mumble idly.
"Oh my God! Dirk, are you okay? How do you forget that you put swords in your fridge?" Jake abandons his dishes and rushes over to me while carefully avoiding the swords all over the floor. I shrug and reach for one of the many different drinks stored in the fridge. It looks small on the outside but you could possibly lock an insane clown in there. What am I thinking? Who would lock a fucking clown in a fridge? I gather the shitty swords, shove them back k into the cooled container and close the door to the fridge that I didn't realise I was holding.
"I'm fine, Jakey" I smirk. Jake's cheeks flush a bit in addition to a pet name. I open the bottle in my hand. It makes a hiss.
I lounge on the couch for few hours while my boyfriend does housework. I feel bad for him doing it but he insisted that he wanted to do it. Personally, I wouldn't bother. After lying down on the couch, I have watched fie episodes of 'My Little Pony: Friendship is magic' and was about to watch the sixth one when I find Jake crawling into my lap. He straddles my stomach and cups my face. He only comes to me when he needs to leave for somewhere. Kind of sucks really, he's so cute when he comes to me. He leans down, closing the gap between our lips. At times like this, I wonder how I managed to bag a model. I'm just a simple robot manufacturer; someone like me has no business with models. I slightly lick Jake's lower lip. He opens his mouth to let my tongue slide in. I bite his lip, his body language tells me he's really enjoying this, so am I but the way Jake is gripping me seems like he wants more. I was about to flip Jake onto his back to frick-frack but no.
I can hear his footsteps from miles away.
They come closer, growing louder.
Slam.
Dave enters dramatically. Really, this kid knows nothing about timing! What is he, the failed knight of time?
"Jegus, can you people not do anything kinky for once?" He scoffs in the doorway.
Jake turns red, he takes his chance to leave.
"Bye, Jake" I coo sexually toward the black haired boy leaving the strider residence. This makes Dave cringe, that's what you get for being a little bitch. Be patient, Dave. There will be more to come.
"See you later, Dirk. Bye chap" That last part as directed to Dave. Damn, I hate letting that piece of choice ass go. Dave shuts the door as he enters the apartment. I Place a hand on my chin.
"Maybe I should ask Jake to move in?" I say to the door like it would magically answer me.
"And listen to you two fuck every night? No thanks" I hear Dave shout from his room.
I smirk at his comment. Yea, I should ask him.
There. Its short but you people can deal with that.
it's quite crap but, hey, im only a small person.
I have a story line for the story. It's not anything special to go on but it will work.
suggestions for next chapter:
-John, get in trouble for not concentrating.
-Sollux, almost drown.
-Dave, find out about your eyes form your bro.