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Hot day up in Houston	By : LiPooh Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 1496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Hot day up in Houston
- 1
The day was hotter than usual; Dave noticed by how sweaty his forehead was, messing up his fringe. Even though his computer stands on the opposite side of the window, thus making his back get directly hit by the breeze which casually blows through its glasses. It only made it worse, though, since it was a hot breeze, as well.
None of his friends were being interesting, but rather obnoxious instead. He's the only newsworthy in the chat-room, he reckoned and logged off. Time spent in front of the fridge was more entertaining than that. It wasn't as if Dave couldn't be reached through his cell phone, though.
The air inside the fridge expanded around him, cooling the thin layer of sweat which covered his body. It made him shiver and it felt nice against his skin. He wondered why fans didn't work that way, his a/c shouldn't be broken. Cursing under his breath, he took an apple juice carton and closed the door. Popping the straw in it, he absentmindedly, more as in a reflex, glanced at the watch hanging on the wall. Bro should be home by now.
Drinking juice and not savoring it right would be the same as having a turntable and not subbing; what's the purpose? He noticed it took about five minutes to properly savor a carton, and threw it out. Wow, observation would be very appreciated in Egbert's notebooks of useless annotations and other uninteresting shit only he cares about. Not like he was going to tell John that or actually write it down. He was, at least, the complete opposite of an Egbert. Outside was hot as a stove and the best he could do is get a paper or something and fan himself, chilling on the futon. Dave thought the idea through and dismissed it while walking to the bathroom.
The cold water ran down his face and back, sending another shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, enjoying the sensation. It took him about three minutes to actually grab the soap and start showering.
He heard a knock on the bathroom door, and glanced towards it. He could make out his brother's voice addressed at him on the other side of the door, but that was it. The water ran loudly at his feet, thus making it hard to understand what was being told to him. "What?" he semi-shouted, not really sounding like he cared the slightest about the matter—whatever it was.
His brother had to repeat himself for about three times, before Dave let go of it and just replied with "Yeah, okay." He turned the water off and just then noticed there were no towels around. Maybe that's what bro was saying? For some reason, a cold breeze entered through the now open door. Cold, it had to be cold just now. Dave brought his hands up and wrapped them around his torso, glancing at the blonde standing on the bathroom door.
"I got the a/c fixed." Dirk said, throwing a towel at him. Things took a few seconds to process, thus making him miss the catch and get his face hit by the towel. "Oh" Dave replied, taking the towel and rubbing it on his face; shuffling his hair afterwards.
Dirk took his gloves off and walked to the sink, dropping them on its edge. He turned on the tap and placed his hands under the water to wash off the grease. Dave watched him while wrapping the towel around his waist. "I could've helped with that shit, you know." He wanted to also mention how boring it is when Dirk isn't around and how hot it is without the fan, but it's just not the right time for chitchat. It never is.
Dirk shrugged, turning off the water. He turned to Dave and jerked his towel off, to dry his hands on it. He added 'buy towels' in a mental list, watching Dave squirm a little by the act and frown, before head out of the bathroom and to his own room. Dirk gave a low chuckle and hung the towel on its support, taking his gloves from the sink.
Dinner was probably—most likely going to be pizza, like all other Fridays. The simple fact made Dave want it to be Friday every day, so he didn't have to have poptarts and cereal for dinner ever again. It would deprive Fridays from being special, though, but he didn't care and just threw on a red shirt and pants. Even though it's past a hundred degrees outside, it's cold and chilly on his living room. Bro likes things cool.
And just as he expected, bro was chilling on the futon, with a pepperoni slice in hands, nonchalantly flicking through the channels on tv. Nothing was ironic enough to be worth watching, so he just switched the tv for the stereo. Dave grabbed himself a slice and joined Dirk on the sofa, taking the stereo remote to personalize the playlist to his likes.
He rose an eyebrow when, while shuffling through the CD's, came across some tender and romantic blues singer. Ben E King, he guessed. "What's blues doing there" Dirk mentioned, also holding an eyebrow up, and grabbed a second slice. "The fuck I would know" Dave sighed and got up, walking to the stereo.
Personal victory when he found out it really was Ben E King. Smiling lightly to himself, he took the CD out of the stereo and switched it for the first CD within his reach. Luckily, it was one of Snoop Dogg's first records, making both brothers grin at the sound.
"Whoa, shit. I thought you had lost that album." Dirk said, finishing off his slice and lifting his feet to rest on the coffee table. Both of his hands hid behind his head as he watched his little brother walk back to the futon, sitting beside him. "Like I would ever lose that shit." Even though Dirk had his glasses on, Dave simply knew he was looking at him, addressing the smirk to him and his commentary.
Finishing his slice, Dave lay back on the futon, with his feet resting on his brother's stomach. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the lyrics he had long memorized. Dirk laid a hand on Dave's feet, firstly with the purpose of slapping it away from him, but just left it there on a second thought.
Dirk's hand was hot against Dave's feet. They didn't have socks on, and the air in the living room was cold. Dave hadn't thought it through so well. He moved his feet, smooth against his brother's hand. Dirk glanced at Dave, and Dave could feel it. He instinctively stopped and withdrew his feet away from Dirk, or would have done it if Dirk hadn't have a hold on his ankle.
"I'm not rising the temperature." Dirk stated, as if Dave didn't already know. He loosened the grip on the boy's ankle and glanced back up to the ceiling. Dave rubbed one foot against the other, in a fail attempt to warm them up and cut the awkward. If would have worked, if he didn't have his feet so low on Dirk's body, with all that hubbub just now. The small friction made Dirk frown, closing his eyes.
Unaware of the danger Dave just put himself in, he withdrew his feet and moved to sit up, beside Dirk. He glanced down at him, wondering what the fuck was wrong. "Bro" he said, leaning a bit forward, catching the shift of his brother's eyes, from the ceiling to his own.
Dirk just stared, without a word or movement. Dave stared back, moving a little with the song playing in the background. It was so slight and soft, Dirk was almost sure he could touch it. Touch him; and he could—Dave was in enemy territory, unaware of it, moving like that. It was almost nothing, a mere shoulders and torso little swing, from one side to the other, but it was there. And it was plain adorable.
Dirk reached a hand up, closing it under Dave's face, holding it in place. His thumb pressing on a cheek, and the other fingers on the other. Dave stopped moving, and Dirk could feel the heat under his fingers. The stare remained. Eventually, Dave brought a hand to Dirk's wrist and slowly slid his face from his brother’s hand. Dirk withdrew his feet from the coffee table and sat upright, turning to face Dave properly.
He gently grabbed Dave's aviators and ghosted them over his forehead and away from both of them, on the coffee table. Dave knew, if he objected, there was no point in going against bro. He did feel with the right of depriving bro from his glasses, too, though. Therefore, carefully took them off of his brother's face and placed them beside his own.
Dave had no idea in what kind of game he just turned a player of. And Dirk wasn't going to tell, either. Instead, he brought a hand to his brother's face and softly caressed his bottom lip, watching his cheeks redden to the shade of eyes. Dave broke eye contact and closed his eyes, feeling his brother's touch burn over his lips and jaw.
He withdrew his hand. He withdrew his thoughts. He would withdraw the situation, if there was how. Dirk got up, took the pizza box, which still had a few slices in it, and walked to the fridge. Dave watched. His mind wasn't in its right place, but he didn't care. He didn't want Dirk away. He didn't want things to stop now. It felt nice, and he wanted that feeling back. It wasn't within his reach, he was almost sure, but he got up, anyway, and walked to the door, leading inside the house, not bothering about the glasses.
"I broke the window" Dave simply stated, and walked to his brother's room, without waiting for a reply or a permission or anything. Dirk always told him he was welcome in his room, as long as he kept shit in its place. Both of them knew it wasn't necessary to get worked up over it, though.
He slid under the covers and turned around, staring at the enormous pile of things gathered in Dirk's bed. If something was lost, it was probably in there, with all the smuppets, clothes, bed sheets, maybe even lil' Cal. He wasn't entirely sure, and didn't mind not changing that.
Dave never noticed Dirk stepping inside the room, still lost in his thoughts, but surely there was him, sliding under the covers, ghosting a protective hand around Dave and approaching his face close enough for his nose to get lost in his little brother's hair. He only stopped when Dave's back was pressed against his chest and his lips against his head, in a small kiss.
Dave lay a hand over his brother's, over his stomach, and he could feel Dirk's lips bow a smile. He felt another kiss on the back of his head, and one to the side, and further to the side, and behind his ear. The last one making him shiver, the hot lips on his cold skin. His eyes had closed somewhere in the process and his eyebrows frowned a little. His heart rate sped up, beating loud on his ears.
He noticed he had been holding his breath when Dirk kissed his neck and spread his lips apart, sliding his tongue on his skin, softly sucking and nibbling on it, replied with a small, absentminded moan. His cheeks were flushed red, the blood pumping against the cold air of the room. Dave was unaware of how he slowly increased the pressure on his brother's hand, gripping it at some point.
With the hand that lay on Dave's stomach, Dirk broke it free from his brother’s grip and moved it to his shoulder, pushing him against the bed. Dave hid his face on the pillow, as his brother's lips made their way down his neck, and his hand slipped under the hem of his shirt. His own hands were on the mattress, gripping on the sheets close to his head.
Dave shivered under his brother's touch, up and up his back, bringing his shirt up with them, until they were lifted over his head and tossed in the pile of shit on the unused side of the bed. Casually, Dirk didn't have his shirt on ("no shirt past 10"), thus feeling the goose bumps against his skin as he laid his chest on Dave's back. Dave frowned, although it couldn't be seen, other than by the pillow, as Dirk's teeth carved into his shoulder; and he whimpered, whilst Dirk's body moved and rubbed and touched his.
And Dirk's hands slid under his pants, and they rubbed and caressed his thighs and his chest felt so warm against his back and the lips kissing his neck were driving him insane and his breathing got heavier and heavier and his mouth was open and helping him breathe because things were so, so good. The hands on his thighs moved in circles and up and down and around and it touched him everywhere except where he needed them to.
A small, degrading moan scraped from the back of Dave's throat; he had his eyes closed and hidden and his body shuddered and he almost whimpered and Dirk felt that. He had slid a hand under Dave's boxers and ghosted a palm over his boyhood. And he did it again, slithering his palm up and down, all along Dave's erection this time, and Dave was the most touchable thing.
Dirk withdrew his hands from Dave's pants and flipped him around, and Dave hated it. He hated how red he looked and he hated how sweaty he was and he hated how much he wanted to kiss his brother. He hated himself for it, but he reached over and placed a hand behind Dirk's neck and pulled him closer and their lips locked and it was perfect. They moved rhythmically with each other, Dirk's hands on Dave's hair and face and Dave's hands mimicking his brother's movements as their lips worked in perfect harmony, smoothing against each other and pressing ever so softly and Dave lost it. Cold blood ran down his veins and his heart was loud, so loud, and sweat oozed from everywhere and his hands were crazy all over Dirk and his breathing was a loose bitch, impossible to ease the fuck down and he lost it.
He frowned and his brother was nibbling on his lip and being perfect touching him on all the right places and his hands weren't even anywhere away from his head and he moaned. He parted his lips and he moaned the softest, sweetest 'bro' Dirk had ever, ever heard. And Dirk loved it. He bit down on Dave's bottom lip but it was brief, brief enough for him to slip his tongue past Dave's lips as he still processed the bite and their tongues hit each other flat and soundly, and Dirk rubbed his all around and everywhere and the vibration of Dave's moans felt good on their tongues as they caressed and pressed against each other and Dave loved it. He closed his eyes and he let his brother touch him and rub him and do whatever the fuck he wanted, because it was so good.
Everything was accurately right on the spot, and he parted his legs and Dirk bucked his hips and the friction was absolute. Everything he did was absentmindedly but anything would work out okay because Dirk would make it okay and right and feel good. He made everything feel good, and even when Dave softly pushed him away, gasping for air and panting and frowning, he simply, ingeniously moved his lips in a smile and tilted his head to the right angle to kiss Dave's jaw. Ever so softly, carefully, smiling against his skin and Dave melted. Dave melted and he would do it again and always at Dirk's smile and kisses and the way his lips moved and he loved how Dirk's notable skills were so illustrious and perfect and he adjudged his touches everywhere and nothing was ignominious and his boxers were pulled away.
Both boxers were now lost in the pile by them and they were lying against each other and Dirk felt nice against him. He got another kiss on the cheek and down on his jaw and on his neck and along his clavicle and it stopped on his shoulder. Dirk's hands moved from his face down caressing his neck and shoulder and arm and his thumb flicked his nipple lightly and he shivered. His lips trembled a small, ignoble moan, making Dirk want to touch him harder. Further. Cause more of these delicious sounds and his hands worked down. Down his arm and chest and stomach and waist and hip, softly, softly, and Dave bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. Dirk's hand followed the curvature of his ass to behind his thighs and only stopped behind his knees. And then they were up to his naval and Dirk's body rubbed against his and their erections slid against their stomachs and the heat boiled his blood and pulsated against his skin and Dave arched his back and threw his head back and groaned at first and turned it into a the sweetest, most delicious moan and Dirk was breathing heavily against his neck. Exposed, most lick-able neck, and Dirk bit it down as their hips rocked together and Dave whimpered and breathed his name sweetly and he groaned against his brother's jugular and frowned upwards and he wanted to go further. He wanted to make Dave squirm and contract and twitch and scream and feel everything burn inside him. Under his touch.
He reached for the nightstand. His gloved palm found the drawer knob and grabbed it and pushed it open and his hand hit the insides almost desperately, shuffling and knocking everything over and around, looking for condiments. He found it. He took it between his ungloved fingers and pushed the drawer closed with his palm and his hips pressed their erections against their bodies, blood reverberating on Dave's ears loudly, his mouth mercilessly open and letting small sounds echo from his throat and out, and Dirk felt warm. He quickly placed the condom between his lips, bringing a thumb to caress Dave's lips and angle his head right, where he could look at his face entirely, and gently part his lips. Without their glasses on, they were open books, and Dirk's half-lidded eyes were apologetic and he slid two fingers past Dave's lips. Dave's tongue flicked a small assay, licking his fingers rather insecure. Also did his red eyes confirmed, but soon enough they closed and Dave's tongue worked its way along Dirk's fingers, up and down their length, giving special care to his digits and to the skin that united them to the hand and Dirk watched. Dave's cheeks pumped red and his breathing uneven and hot against their faces and Dirk's his fingers and Dirk pushed them further inside and Dave almost gagged. He brought a hand to his brother's and pushed it away, panting hard, shooting a glance up at him, frowning upwards, and Dirk leaned forward and closed the gap between them. And their lips slid and smoothed and kissed soundly, over and over, small, sweet kisses planted as Dirk's hand ran down Dave's body, down, down to his ass, tracing patterns around and up and down and teasingly and he gasped. His dick twitched, his face burned and a finger ventured in. He bit the inside of his cheek and another one joined the first and they scissored and it felt weird and not nice and he whimpered and Dirk kissed him. The scissoring remained and his face contorted and he wanted the good part where Dirk made it better, but the scissoring was still there. And he pressed his lips together in a thin line and closed his eyes shut and waited until the fingers were gone. He released the breath he was apparently holding as Dirk withdrew his hand away and took the condom that had been forgotten, lying close to Dave's head somewhere. He took it and ripped the wrapping with his teeth and placed it on Dave's fingers, kissing his cheek warmly.
Dave's eyes flicked up, meeting his brother's gaze timidly and his cheeks burned and burned his skin hard and pulsated against it loudly and he swallowed dry. Dirk moved to sit up and he brought Dave along. The air in the room was still. Hot, heavy and still. Dave glanced down. Dirk was waiting, and so was he. He swallowed nothing again. He laid a hand on the top of Dirk's thigh and the other slid the back of his fingers along his brother's erection, up to the tip, where the condom was experimentally positioned, with some sort of inexperience. He pressed it down with his thumb and carefully wrapped his fingers around the shaft, over the condom, and slid his hand down to the base, rolling it all the way down and Dirk was proud. He was watching and grinning and Dave was the most precious thing. As the boy glanced up at him, waiting for the approval or disapproval look, thumbs up or thumbs down, judging his minimal performance, Dirk leaned down and kissed him and kissed him hard, with both hands on his face and hair and they laid down. He was never that expressive and Dave loved it otherwise. He liked how cool and lay back his brother is, but sometimes too cool and distant and never this close and open and affectionate. And it felt nice being rewarded with kisses and cuddles and his legs were up to his naval again. Dirk's erection slowly pushing in, and everything was terrible again and it hurt. It hurt and Dave frowned and hissed and it was in, in and it stopped moving and Dave couldn't even catch his breath and he held it back in again and it moved again and he whimpered and everything was horrible and he wanted Dirk to reverse this. And Dirk moved again, and it hurt and Dave slapped his face and he stopped. Dave bit back a whimper and eyed Dirk through his glassy tears and Dirk glanced at him and he couldn't move. It was hard to breathe and he had just slapped his brother on the face and he was shaking and frowning and not breathing right and sometimes not at all and he had just slapped Dirk on the face. Dirk closed most of the gap between their chests and planted a kiss on Dave's cheek. He caressed his head and whispered the softest shh and Dave cried. He gave up holding back and tears rolled down his cheeks and Dirk kissed them away and Dave breathed. He breathed in and out and Dirk held him and it didn't hurt so much anymore. He nodded lightly against his brother's neck and Dirk moved. He grunted and Dirk moved again and he gasped a little. Dirk moved again and he whimpered, and it wasn't bad. And again and it was nice. And again and again and more and Dave grunted and gasped and tilted his head back and shuddered and then it was suddenly amazing and he moaned and it was loud. And Dirk angled their hips and he thrust in again and it was amazing and he was amazing and Dave moaned and gasped and it was fast and hot and they rocked their hips together and Dave felt good and Dirk closed a hand around his erection and pumped and he cried. The leather felt foreign against his skin but it was so good and hot and Dave could feel the heat accumulating at the pit of his stomach and for a moment everything was still and equal, like on a flat platform, plain amazing and good and Dave had no control over his body and it jerked back and he released on both of them and panted and everything was spinning and he went limb for a second and it was impossible to breathe and Dirk was hugging him. Dirk ran a hand through his hair and Dave panted hard and both panted hard and they held each other.
Dave's heart was beating loud and so was Dirk's and it was all they could hear after their breathing went back to normal. Dirk once again had a protective arm around him. It made him feel secure and welcome; important, really; loved. It was nice. Dave against his brother's chest, sleeping peacefully; or maybe just with his eyes closed. Dirk enjoyed the sight, nevertheless.
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