Jake sat back on his haunches to let Dirk take off his shirt, causing two things to happen. One, his expression became sort of coy, and two, his butt got smushed into Dirk's knees. It was actually a pretty damn fine rump. Like wow. Whachu gon' do with all that junk in yo' trunk, Jake.
He smoothed his hands up Dirk's chest with a minimal amount of envy for his pectorals, which faded almost instantaneously because who cared about jealousy, he got to feel up Dirk Strider. Hell fucking yes.
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Date: 2013-01-28 07:04 am (UTC)He smoothed his hands up Dirk's chest with a minimal amount of envy for his pectorals, which faded almost instantaneously because who cared about jealousy, he got to feel up Dirk Strider. Hell fucking yes.