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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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Jake leaned backward into him, chuckling.

"I don't mind, if you want to just sit," he offered, swallowing his bread now that he was done cutting the onion. He picked up a piece of the freshly-diced onion and popped it in his mouth.

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Another roll of his eyes and Jake just smiled.

"All right, but you're gonna have to move around with me."

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Jake tsked softly at the kiss to his neck, moving around to gather other things from the fridge. In the end he sauteed the onions and cut up some chicken that he put them with, seasoning them lightly and putting them over rice.

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"Simple but filling," Jake added, leaning back into DIrk as he filled three bowls with his concoction. He covered one of them in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge, then held one up for Dirk to take.

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"Chivalry isn't dead, I see," Jake said with a smirk, bowing a little as he took his seat.

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A snort, and Jake joined him in eating. Bec had patiently waited by his dish until the boys had their food, and dug in only when they did.

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"I've wondered the same thing for a long time, actually," Jake said with a smile. He reached over and set his hand on Dirk's stomach, rubbing. "You've filled out a little, sometimes you even have a belly."

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He about choked on his mouthful of food.

"No, thank you," he said, shaking his head yet again. "I'm just glad you're healthy." Welp, this was getting sort of intimate in a romantic way. He shifted his hand and pat Dirk's thigh for a moment before going back to his food.

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He finished his food in near-complete silence, not-quite frowning at his bowl as he emptied it. He bit his lower lip for a minute, glancing up at Dirk finally, his eyebrows sort of knitting together in thought. He frowned back at the table and then reached over to take Dirk's hand, not looking at him.

This was getting really hard to ignore.

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That, at least, made Jake laugh. Dirk was so awkward but brazenly confident simultaneously. It made his stomach do funny little excited flips, and he squeezed the blonde's hand.

"Let me clean up the kitchen," he said quietly, standing up to collect their dishes. He leaned over and pecked the corner of Dirk's mouth, chastely.

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They had been dancing around this for something like two months, now. It had started off well enough, Jake had a brief crisis early on but then he'd just fallen into a sort of groove that he and Dirk were close friends and also had sex on a pretty regular basis. He knew he'd never quite grown out of the definite torch he carried for the blonde, but friendship with benefits... He supposed was still acceptable. He rinsed out their bowls and wandered back to Dirk, taking his hands and kissing him again.

"Hi," he offered.

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Jake was honestly just scared to be the one to bring it up. He didn't know if he could quite handle pushing Dirk away by having ~feelings~ for him. He turned his head a little to deepen the kiss, channeling his feelings into a raw sort of desire as he aimed to plainly devour Dirk's mouth.