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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Jake_English
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Jake_English
  Additional Tags:
      Solo, jerking_off_hell_yeah, Voyeurism, Fluffy, Christmas_fic,
      Unfaithfulness, Teacher/Student, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-13 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3825
****** Just a Tic ******
by johnegbert
Summary
     A collection of short davejake fics that are too short to post by
     themselves.
     tags/warnings will update as additional fics are added
***** Imagination *****
Chapter Summary
     davejerkin it to jake.txt
In the next room over you can hear the movie playing rather loudly. A few
explosions, a few gunshots. It's the exact kind of movie you would figure Jake
was into. It's the exact kind of movie you know that Dirk is not into. You can
imagine the scene there. But you try not to. You've been so wrapped around
yourself all day today. It was one of those unbearably hot summer days, again,
and Jake had dressed for the occasion. The shorts riding his ass and the top he
had on riding his back. You and Dirk both had seen him walk into the apartment
like this, you both had to elbow each other to stop the obviously star struck
looks.
You were still thinking about him though.
Those short shorts, looked like they were just so easy to peel off, so easy to
strip him of the clothes he was wearing that it was a little bit unfair that he
was "committed" to your stupid twin. A little bit unfair that you had to cater
to yourself instead of having Jake cater to you. Though you had a pretty vivid
imagination. You think you could deal with it, if you had to. Which you do. You
can imagine that it's Jake's hands trailing down your chest before settling at
your zipper.
Imagine that it's Jake's fingers that slide the metallic thing downwards. That
the hardly audible "What do you think, Strider?" is directed to you, and not to
your brother. It sounded like a whisper right? Sort of. You don't hear anyone
else reply, so you let out a hushed one of your own. A quietly uttered, "It's
nice," as you continue to get lost in your vision. Jake's [Your] fingers spread
your fly open, tucking fingers under it to cup at your steadily building
erection. You make a rather pathetic sound at it, your imagination working too
well. It sort of makes you happy that you're not actually in the presence of
Jake.
The teasing is quickly done with though, hand slipping under the elastic
waistband of your boxers and a fingertip touches at your length. You refuse to
believe that it's your own. You let yourself think it's Jake for as long as you
can. Pulling your dick out of your pants with the slow carefulness you'd think
Jake would. The hesitant reaction you think he'd have as he did it. Quiet
whispers of "Is this okay, Strider?" and "Does that feel good?". You can't
imagine that he's so inexperienced, but you do think he'd be off his game with
you. Unsure touches. Hushed whispers. Maybe. He tugs at your shaft a little
bit, and that feels really good too. You can't stop yourself from muttering his
name. You want him to jerk you off really badly. You realize a second later
that you've ruined your pretend scene.
It's okay though, because you can still imagine him. Still have that image of
him in those shorts in your head. Can still see the slow drag he would tease
you with as he pulls them off. You can at least run through the scenario in
your head, even if you can't pretend it's happening for real anymore. Your fist
tightens around your dick, as you begin to pump it proper. Sliding it up and
down and twisting it just right. You thumb a little bit at your slit before you
twist your head in your hand. Squeezing it a little bit, and fuck- fuck that's.
You suck in a harsh breath. Good.
You return to jerking it, lifting your other hand to attend to your head. Two
hands feel better than one, obviously, and in your imagination, you pretend you
put two hands on Jake too. Rubbing him down, and letting one slide over that
fine ass. Another pathetic whine exits your mouth, you sure hope their movie is
loud enough to block you out. You think it is. It's a little bit embarrassing
how quickly this vision is getting you off. Your own personal porno and your
brother's boyfriend is the star. How fucking shameful is that? You don't really
know, and you can't find it in you to care either. Not when you're so close to
the edge that you can feel your orgasm on the horizon.
You speed up, letting your fist hit your pelvis a little bit too hard,
squeezing harshly around your dick and, god, that's fucking tight. So tight, so
good. But it could be so much better. It's not too long before you start
hearing something though, and you almost stop thinking someone was going to
find you. But it's just coming from the other room. You quickly realize what it
is.
Dirk has apparently started to kiss Jake, kiss at his neck maybe, and Jake is
moaning about it. You think they might be soft sighs, but they're loud enough
for you to hear over the credits of what ever movie they're watching. Jake's
loud enough for you to hear his calls of "F-Fuck! Strider!" You wonder if
Dirk's touching him too. You try not to keep your thoughts on Dirk though, the
fact that Dirk's doing all this and not you. You just think about Jake Jake
Jake. And how gorgeous he sounds. It helps a lot. Keeps you going and you're so
close it's painful.
It's not too long before whatever they're doing escalates too, Jake's moans are
louder, much louder than the credits, and you eat them all up. He's so fucking
beautiful it's becoming too hard for you to focus on yourself. Which is
alright, because you're about done anyway. It takes a few more pumps and one
last good squeeze before you're coming. Coming way harder than you probably
should, and with a way too loud cry of Jake's name.
The semen on your hands is a reminder of something bad you've just done, even
if you don't really think you regret it, you wipe it all off on your shirt, and
quickly discard the thing. You hope that Dirk and Jake couldn't hear you, and
by the sounds that you can hear from the next room, you don't think they did.
Far to wrapped up in what they're doing to be paying attention to anything but
each other. It quickly reminds you that you should leave. Actually go away
because you can't deal with this. You can't listen to your brother pound the
boy of your dreams. You tuck yourself away, collect your phone, wallet, and
keys, and leave.
***** White Christmas *****
Chapter Summary
     christmas with the family, introducing the boyfriend
Neither of you have ever really had a proper Christmas. Tropical Islands and
hot cities kind of prevent that from ever being a thing. But this year your
half sister invited you to spend Christmas with her and your Mother in New
York, so you packed your bags and went.
He was a little bit apprehensive because you haven't had the chance to
introduce Jake to your Mother yet, (haven't found the time, haven't really had
the cash for it.) but as you take turns driving the piece of shit truck you
have there, you can see his nervousness melt away into his usual carefree sense
of excitement. You take the chance to be excited as well. It's not your first
Christmas together, but it's the first time you have actually spent Christmas
with more than the three of you (You, Jake, and Bro) and it feels good to
actually feel like your whole family is together again.
When you cross-over the Pennsylvania-New York border, you start driving into a
heavy snowstorm. Neither of you really know jack shit about driving in snow,
but you some how manage to navigate the roads enough to land you right in
Rainbow Falls. Bro answers the door, since he flew out ahead of you, and grins
wide when you see Jake look a little bit relieved that it wasn't Mom. He tells
you that they've got a room "with your name on it, we're gon' be here for a
week and I know how close the two of ya get, so this one's basically the most
secluded room around here." And Jake looks even more flustered at the note. You
squeeze his side and tell him to chill as you haul all your shit inside.
Your Mother is surprisingly sober, but you think it's because Rose asked her to
put off drinking until after you could introduce her to Jake. You make a mental
note to thank your sister as you pull away a bit from Jake and grasp his hand.
The other one finds its way to your Mother's shoulder, squeezing it gently as
you say, "Mom, this is Jake." You look back at him with a smile and nod to your
Mom. "This is my Mom." And let go of his hand.
Jake moves to shake her hand, grasping her delicate skin with both of his
hands, giving her a firm shake. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss
Lalonde!" Jake's teeth stick out a lot when he smiles, but you think that he
looks cute that way, even if he disagrees with you, so it makes you smile as
well. "I've heard a lot about you from Dave." She gives him a smile that you've
seen her with millions of times, and it just looks so genuine and- You know
you'll have a nice stay because the little part of you that worried anyone
wouldn't get along has been successfully averted.
Mom starts drinking at dinner, which is fine by you. Rose talks off Jake's ear,
going on about the book she's writing and Jake listens patiently to her. Bro
and Mom are both howling and laughing, filling in each other of the things that
have happened since the last time they got together. Your entire family
together. And it feels good. It feels even better when Rose distributes knitted
Christmas sweaters to everyone and Jake's face lights up when she hands one to
him. You're not the sentimental type, but it's the best Christmas ever.
You are cuddled up on the couch watching a Christmas movie before you go to
bed, and Jake is asleep on your side. The red of the sweater that Rose made him
looks really nice against his skin, and you know that he's the one. The only
one that you will ever need. You're Dave Strider, and as you glance at out the
window, you can see the snowfall stop outside. You're excited to spend your
first White Christmas with the man of your dreams.
***** Like a Movie *****
The task was rather straight-forward, Dave would put in a movie and they would
act through it together. Sort of like extra credit work because Jake was
definitely failing Dave’s class. Failing it harder than an illiterate kid fails
literature.
Jake didn’t know that Dave would be so much of an ass and put in something as…
lewd as what he did. When Jake sees the video of choice, his hands shoot to his
mouth, holding in a gasp of shock. “Mister Strider!” He gives Dave a slit-eyed
glance. “This is very inappropriate material!” His eyes drift back to the
screen, where a scantily dressed woman is walking lazily around her kitchen in
the highest pair of heels Jake’s ever seen in his life.
The drama teacher shrugs, though twirling his finger around, gesturing for Jake
to follow her movements. “Come on, Mister English, I don’t think I see you
sashaying around. Swing those hips.” Jake huffs and does as he’s asked,
watching the woman on the screen. Her voice is gross, but her face isn’t that
hard to look at. And Jake thinks he’s got her walk down pretty well by the time
she stops to lean over the island in the set kitchen. Jake doesn’t have an
island to lean over, but he makes due with the back of the couch Dave is still
sitting on instead. Dave seems to nod in approval because, damn if Jake didn’t
look good bent over. “Very nice.” Dave rises from his seat, knowing this
particular movie pretty well (a man can have his fantasies!) and slowly follows
the movement of the entering male.
When he feels Dave’s hands grasp at his waist, hips rolling up into his ass,
Jake gasps. He tries to ignore it, though, paying attention to what the woman
is doing instead. Standing up straight and leaning her back into the chest of
the man behind her. Jake begins to feel a little bit uncomfortable though,
because he doesn’t know if Dave is going to make him actually do… all the
things she does. He doesn’t know how he feels about acting out a porno with his
teacher. But he also isn’t sure he’s got much of a choice. He voices his
worries while the woman says something he doesn’t catch. “Are we going through
with this entire film?” He asks carefully, craning his neck like she does to
whisper into Dave’s ear. It’s no where near as seductive as she makes it.
Dave doesn’t reply, however, simply keeping in time with the screen, pushing
Jake forward so he’s bent over the back of the couch once more.
Hands sliding greedily down Jake’s back.
Finally resting at the waistband of his shorts, hooking his fingers under. And
that sort of answers the question.
When cold air hits his bare skin, Jake can’t help but let out a little whine. A
shiver rushing down his back and makes him push upwards into Dave’s hands.
"You’re doing well," Dave’s voice comes, a little too low and husky to keep
Jake’s emotions in check. "It’s a very convincing act."
"Almost like you want it." He tacks on after a moment. "Do you want it, Mister
English?"
Jake gulps, pushing his ass up a little more, wiggling out of his shorts as
Dave pulls them down. “N-” He gulps again when Dave snaps the waistband back on
his legs and Jake finds the right answer in his throat before Dave can say
anything else.
"Yes, sir."
The shorts slip off, and Dave’s hands are back on his skin, sliding around the
curve of his ass and under the button up shirt. “That’s what I thought.” The
woman on-screen is gripping the ledge of the counter top pretty tightly, her
outrageously over done nails clicking on marble. Jake follows her example and
grips the fabric on the couch so hard his knuckles go white. “I know I want
it.” Dave whispers and fuck- when did his lips get so close to Jake’s skin?
He’s so focused on the slutty woman, he didn’t even realize that the man has
knelled down behind her pressing fingers in places that the camera- oh its
those places. And Dave’s fingers follow su-! Su-! Suit! Fuck his fingers are
cold, but Jake some how keeps himself from shying away. Doesn’t shy away from
prodding fingertips. Not even when they’re pressed against that puckered up
little hole. “Don’t forget her lines,” Dave reminds him, and its not until then
that Jake realizes she’s whimpering. Nearly moaning just from having her holes
gently fingered.
At least Jake doesn’t think that the guy’s fingers are in her but he’s a little
distracted now.
Jake makes the fake porn-star moans too. He’s pretty sure he sounds ridiculous,
but he’s not going to argue. Doesn’t think it will get him anywhere anyway.
He’s getting used to the feeling of Dave’s fingers poking at him weirdly when
Dave leans in and actually spits at the top of his ass. Watching it slide down
the crack and when it runs over his hole, Dave’s finger meets it. Rubbing the
liquid around and spitting on him again. There’s a bit of a moment where Jake
thinks that’s all that’s going to happen, but then the fingertip dips inside.
Jake’s whimper is pretty genuine then, unlike the actress on the screen who is
still giving out those fake pleasurable sounds. His over-sized teeth dig into
his bottom lip when Dave pushes in more. Whimpering through his teeth because-
sure he’s done this a few times but Dave’s fingers are a little bit thicker
than his own.
"Does it hurt?" Dave’s voice is really husky then, really close to his skin
too. Jake doesn’t reply, just nods, and Dave laughs gently. "Not too much, I
hope." And kisses his cheek before spitting on his hole again. Dave’s movements
aren’t rough and rash like Jake was sort of expecting when he realized what
sort of movie this was. They’re sort of practiced, like Dave’s been preparing
for this moment and Jake shivers again just entertaining the thought of that
being the truth. He’s trying to think this all over properly and rationally in
his head when he feels Dave press a second finger into him. Whispering, "You
can do it," into the pale skin of his ass as he does.
Truthfully, Jake should feel lucky because, the man in the movie is not being
nearly as gentle with the woman as Dave is being with him. He counts his
blessings as he tries to overcome the strange feel of having two (thicker than
his own) fingers in his ass. Its by no means something Jake would say is
unpleasant, simply unfamiliar.
When the strange ache is gone, it’s replaced with a light pleasure and wow,
okay this is really nice, and Jake finds himself pressing back to meet Dave’s
fingers with every thrust. Neither of them are really following the movie
anymore. And that was probably Dave’s intentions from the beginning. The rat
bastard. Jake can’t find it in him to really be upset, though. He feels too
good to be mad about this.
Dave’s fingers are thrusting and twisting, pushing and stretching him with
careful, practiced, ease. Soon enough, Jake finds himself asking for more more
more. More of what? More of what? Jake knows this was part of the plan too. To
get him to beg for something he probably didn’t even want in the first place.
Well mission accomplished, because here he is asking for Dave. Dave, who isn’t
even hesitating in giving him what he’s asking for.
Dave who’s apparently had his heart set on this happening one way or another.
Dave who pulls his fingers out gently enough that it has Jake keening and
whining. Dave who, really fucking brought a condom, talk about eager. Dave who
Jake is actually looking over his shoulder to watch and okay he’s kind of
really attractive this isn’t exactly a bad thing right now.
The blonde is apparently all sorts of prepared when he also has the tiniest
tube of lube Jake’s ever seen and is pouring about half of it onto himself
(when’d he even pull his dick out?) and then coats it all over himself. Jake
thinks he’s going to pour the rest out onto him, but he doesn’t. Simply caps it
and pockets it, maybe saving it for later.
He does rub the coated head of his cock around Jake’s entrance first though,
but then he’s pushing through and fuck fuck he’s a little bit bigger than Dirk
is.
Dave pushes in slowly, gently, all the way without really stopping. Jake can
take it, he thinks, no problem and just holds his breath until the older is
sheathed within him. Dave’s hips touch his skin and his voice reaches his ears,
“Oh fuck you feel fucking fantastic.” Hands at his hips and pulls Dave’s dick
in a little bit deeper. Jake’s head literally drops, he can’t hold it up
anymore, and he moans loudly because fuck if it’s been a while since he’s
actually been penetrated.
The pull back is a little slow, but the drag feels good and when Dave’s mostly
out, he slams back in and fuck. Fuck! Dave’s pace after that is very rhythmic,
very much like the beat of a song and it reminds Jake that the teacher is a
little more than fluent in not only the art of film but of music too and damn
if he can’t keep time.
He’s got good aim too, and Jake appreciates that almost as much as he
appreciates the forming bruises where Dave’s holding him a little too hard.
Which is totally fine. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to explain any marks (or
limps?) he might pick up from this encounter to his boyfriend (Dirk’s gonna be
so pissed) but at the moment he doesn’t care.
The only thing Jake is focused on now, is the heavy panting from Dave’s mouth
and the hard slam of his dick into the bundle of nerves inside him and then
that wonderful drag out and slide back in.
Dave’s hands slide up from Jake’s hips, moving over his pale back and then back
down and around. When fingers curl around his own prick he gasps again, moans
out and oh god what a divine grip.
The man knows how to use his fingers, and Jake’s beginning to think he’s fluent
in the art of love too. Or more accurately of fucking because he wouldn’t
really consider this love (maybe in another universe he could see himself
falling in love with Dave though. Under different circumstances.). Whatever it
would really be called in this situation, Dave is fucking good at it. Practiced
and very gooooooood. Jake’s thoughts start to all run together he’ssoclose.
He wonders if Dave’s close too but he can’t find his voice to ask or even warn.
Just moans out some more, maybe stutters his older partner’s name a few times.
But Dave is really close because holy fucking shit this kid is tight- like not
virgin tight but damn near close. He’s almost sad that he decided to go with
the shitty latex barrier because he’s pretty sure staining the inside of this
kid would be so fucking good. But someone’s got to be the responsible one
around here and it might as well be the guy basically taking advantage of one
of his students.
The porno is over, has been over for a while, but neither of them are concerned
with that. Dave’s muttering unintelligible sentences about how close he is,
about how good Jake is, how much this is going to bump his grade up. And that
thought threatens to make Jake feel sick to his stomach, but Dave sighs out his
name and comes before he can. Jake’s only a second after, coming into Dave’s
hand while biting his own hand too hard.
Dave thrusts a few more times after that, way lazier and with none of the
rhythm he had before, just trying to milk himself out. And then it’s over.
The blonde pulls out, releases Jake entirely and goes to wash off his hand and
clean himself up, leaving the bemused student leaning over the back of the
couch.
Panting and trembling.
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