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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Ambiguous_or_Implied_Relationship(s), John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Masturbation, Chubby_John, Awkward_Boners,
      Tickling
  Series:
      Part 1 of Adventures_of_Chubbert_and_Dave
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-18 Words: 1156
****** i'm laughing but my dick is still hard ******
by historiCthrenody_(Cookieluv246)
Summary
     In which Dave just really really likes how soft John is and just
     wants to fuck his cute butt.
     But John is too precious to fuck so he'll wait. It won't stop him
     from fantasizing though.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Click.
Ok, chill. Everything's chill. No more shrill giggling, or impish boys with
dumb buckteeth, or squirming cute boys underneath you heaving and panting and--
and--
Splash.
Cool it Dave, ok, it's just you and your boner now. John none the wiser, it's
fine, all fine. You gulp as you wipe your face of the water dribbling down your
chin. It's really not fair you have such a hot boyfriend. It's really not fair,
and it's absolutely not fair what he does to you. 
Ok, so you guys only recently got together, a couple months and going strong,
but Egbert barely lets you kiss him without going all dopey and blushy and
fuck. You haven't been dating long enough to be wanting to do the things you've
been wanting to do. You feel really skeevy about it to be honest, you doubt he
even thinks that far ahead,honestly, but your dick is like the star student of
the class as it's the first to respond to every annoying thing John ever does. 
You just wanted to tease him a little, he was wide open and vulnerable and what
would a little tickling do? But you didn't consider it would end with you
almost rutting against your boyfriend of four month's stomach as he whined
underneath you and--
Breath.
Ok, it's no big deal, it's no big deal, you got yourself out of there in time,
you're in the clear. But the images don't leave, like a horror video recording
it just stays in loop in your head. The way he arched his back, and his stomach
rose and fell and the way he'd push his chest up, you were almost sure you saw
a nipple, almost positive. He was always so soft and so round, and his ass
would always twitch if you touched him on the right spot, and you wanted to
make it red and wobble, you swear Egbert had the perfect ass, the perfect body,
the perfect everything it was so not cool.
You wanted to shove your dick on every meaty part of his body and feel his soft
skin caressing your hard dribbling cock, his pouty lips pressed around your
cock, his ass rubbing against your dick as you teased him, fucking his thick
thighs as you bent him over and watched everything move like god damn jello and
FUCK you were fucked up.
Your head was to the wall as you shamefully gripped at your crotch, rolling
your hips and biting your hand as you thought of the way it would look if you
slapped that ass naked and open, if he would roll his stomach in low
consecutive movements or if he'd be panting like earlier and if he would be
stained with sweat or your jizz or both, or if he would get off on himself as
his cock would betray him, and he'd be covered and you would watch the way it
would drip down his crotch and thigh and FUCK FUCK.
Drip.
You felt frozen and nearly suffocating as you shivered. Your hand was bleeding
with the way you were biting it, but it was ok, it was all ok, you couldn't
give any less of a shit as you were on the floor gripping your balls. You were
scared he would hear you, or Mr. Egbert, or whoever the fuck but you couldn't
care. Your eyes were shot and you must have looked like a desperate wreck but
you couldn't be shitted.
"John..."
You let out a low breath and were nearly humping the floor as you rocked, the
throbs julting you and pushing your every movement and you needed more, so much
more. You needed him to spread his legs for you, and scratching those nails
down your back as you fucked him so hard his GRANDMA could feel it. Your jeans
were soaked in the front and they were tight already but they were tighter now
and the way it chafed was painful but so good as you laughed between whimpers,
backing yourself into a corner as your head hit the wall. 
You were close, you were really close, fuck you needed to get out of your pants
before this got messy. You fumbled with your front, popping the button with a
surprising amount of ease as you tried to be careful with the zipper, but also
fuck the zipper cause this is frustrating you immensely.
"Dave?"
SHIT. Play it cool Dave, play it cool. It's just John you're lovely considerate
boyfriend who is more then most likely worried cause you're taking FOREVER IN
THE FUCKING BATHROOM. You can't say anything though, you know your voice will
betray you, so this time he knocks and calls your name with a bit more concern.
"Dave? You alright in there?"
"FINE." You let out a loud groan, hell yes sweet release. Pants shimmying down
your legs and God you're a horrible person, trying to still get off with John
literally a door away. But your hand is slow and careful as your breathing
stays shallow.
"Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
You could think of a couple things you need, his ass to be bouncing on your
dick, that's one thing. Hell even him just giving you a strip show or posing or
something would be hella tight, so tight, just fuck you hear yourself babbling
and you need to stop he's right fucking there, you hear yourself babbling AND
YOU NEED TO STOP HE'S RIGHT FUCKING THERE.
"Dave?"
"No."
"Oh, ok. Well I'm right outside, so just holler if you need anything."
"YeAh--"
You clench your teeth, your voice was slipping and hopefully he wouldn't
notice. But as you heard footsteps tapping away, you let out a large exhale as
you go in to full speed. Twisting your wrist at every which way, rutting and
bouncing in your spot and you're there, right there, jegus Christ fuck yes,
fuck fuck FUCK--
Squeak.
"Hm?"
You're too busy in a happy daze to be bothered by the fact that you literally
just squeaked, Dave fucking Strider does not squeak like a God damn little
mouse, but here we are kids. Bow legs, dud's eschew, drool dripping down your
mouth as you let out a noise associated to the weakest links of nature. But you
still can't give a fuck, cause you were so backed up and this was really
fucking good considering.
"Did you say something?"
"Nah."
You're grin ever present, you were on cloud nine, ten, eleven, twelve, life was
pretty swell and you think you might sleep on that floor, but you force
yourself up and ugh. Even without your pants you still made a horrible mess.
You really needed a shower now. And a new pair of underwear, ergh. 
Maybe next time John will be the one to clean it up.
Fuck you didn't plan for a round two.
End Notes
     I'm such a fucking liar, I said I would never do Dave's POV ever
     again and here we are.
     Man I don't even know how to explain this, I can't justify shit. I
     don't even know if fatjohns my kink bUT HERE I PRESENT IT. There's
     another fic on the way too but this one was actually written second??
     I just wrote this faster???? Whatever I make no sense.
     asdfgjkl;
     I hope you enjoy it.
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