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This is a generic Jakepost to reply to. Because the meme post was all Jake and has some inconceivable amount of comments now so it doesn't like to load. Have at, my lovelies.

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He was glowing scarlet from his neck up. Why had he thought this was a good idea? He was buzzed, practically alight with warmth at Dirk's touch, and maybe moreso with the fear of getting caught. Either way, he was short of breath already, fingers idly pawing at Dirk's hands as he was lead.

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He'd grow out of it. Eventually. Maybe.

He huffed, softly, settling onto Dirk's lap and hunching his shoulders in embarrassment. "Not really," he offered.

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"Mm," Jake hummed, pressing forward into the kiss. "I'm sort of nervous about this."

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His eyes closed until his glasses were claimed and he blinked a few times, trying to focus.

"Gee, it couldn't possibly have anything to do with my grandmother being two doors down the hall," he said sarcastically.

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"I know," he said, frowning. "That doesn't mean I can't be nervous."

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Wow, what a loaded question. Way to put a guy on the spot, Dirk. He ducked his head and buried it against Dirk's neck, pressing idle little kisses there.

"Mmmgh. Yes."

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He shifted to let Dirk pull his shirt off over his head, if that was his aim, and squirmed around a little. He was being awkward as hell, but it was actually probably pretty fucking adorable.

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"I'm a great bumbling buffoon, I'm not sure what in that parses as cute to you," Jake mumbled, burying his face in Dirk's collarbone. He shifted to lay bodily against him, draped partially off to the side so he doesn't crush the smaller male.

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"Lexicon," Jake repeated, laughing deep in his chest. "You just completely seriously used the word lexicon." He tipped his head up and caught Dirk's lips, lingering there.

He was terrified of how fast his heart was beating.

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They were just sex. Pure need, and sexual want, desire. Lust. There was no love here. Affection, certainly. Kindness. Appreciation. But no love. Jake's heart made its way into his throat and he swallowed it roughly, decidedly pressing it back where it belonged and craning his neck oddly to nibble at Dirk's neck.

Lust, desire, appreciate. No love.

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Jake was unfortunately far from the same. He fell head-first off every cliff face he came upon, and while he generally landed all right at the bottom, the scrapes and bruises were still there. His nibbling turned to biting, distracted, and he shifted against the blonde. Good was his driving force. He wanted more good.

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When Dirk shifted to grind against him, Jake shifted too. He twisted, swiveled at the waist and made a sandwich of their legs. His on the bottom, then Dirk's, his again, Dirk's again. He rutted back against the blonde, his breath leaving him in a hiss against Dirk's throat. He didn't speak.

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Jake gasped intermittently, rolling his hips into Dirk's and grunting, softly, turning his head to muffle any sounds he made into his mattress. Now that he was coping with physical arousal, it wasn't that awkward to move against Dirk. Really, no different than wanking off with his grandmother down the hall. Except that there was another body there, and it was a lot warmer, and Dirk's erection was pressing into him--

"--Fuck," he swore, shifting again and rolling onto his back, pulling Dirk on top of him. This put them at a better angle, and he rolled his hips up into Dirk's again.