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Jake was actually pretty sure that his favorite part of this entire situation was that he wasn't aroused. Sure, it was really ungodly attractive to hear Dirk losing himself so plainly like this, but he wasn't uncomfortable in his shorts. Because he was taking care of Dirk, and this was all him right now. And that was all he wanted, was to make Dirk forget his illness, the worries that lead to it, and feel.

Of course he'd probably still excuse himself to the bathroom and take a multiple-meaning hot shower after he'd ensured that Dirk was spent and sleeping restfully. But then, and only then.

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There was something endearingly comical about that being all Dirk had to say. He figure he understood the implication well enough, though, and set his thumb directly over the tip of him. He turned his head to speak lowly into Dirk's ear.

"Hold on for me," he said, kissing his earlobe. "Stay there."

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Jake shushed him softly, sliding his thumb against his slit slowly in an attempt to sate him without giving him what he wanted.

"Almost," he said.

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Okay he lied, there was definitely a bit of a surge of warmth in his shorts at that. He blustered slightly and shifted his hand, just barely gripping him.

"Shh, almost." He wanted Dirk to need it.

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Wow. Dirk, you are really fucking cute when you're needy. Jake bit his lip for a moment and drank in the sight and sound of him, then shifted to put his supporting arm's hand on Dirk's hip while his grip on his erection shifted again.

"On three," he said quietly, pumping slowly. "One..." His hand sped up slightly, then slowed again.

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"Shh, come on," he pressed his lips into Dirk's temple, keeping them there. "Two," he continued, speeding his hand up and keeping the pace.

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He kept his hand moving, kept the pace, but stayed quiet for a long handful of seconds just to see how long Dirk would hold on waiting for his instruction. There was something so far beyond exhilarating to have this kind of control over him.

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There was a mutual level of confusion over the trust at hand, but Jake wasn't minding it. At Dirk's gasped request, Jake pressed his lips one final time to his temple and breathed, "Three."

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Jake stroked him through it, milking him to keep him spent and kissing his temple still, muttering soft congratulatory words and praise. It was sort of strange, really, that those were the first things that came to mind right then. But he let Dirk slump, shifting to lay him back against the pillows and ball up the cum-splattered sheet. He'd do a load of laundry with it and his things, and take a shower while Dirk rested. He brushed his lips over his eyebrows, his nose, the corners of his mouth.

"Rest well," he said quietly, waiting for Dirk to react before he actually dislodged and moved away.

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God, he was cute. He was really, really motherfucking cute. Jake's heart seized in his chest for a moment and he exhaled, an impossibly fond expression on his face.

"Anytime," he said softly, tapping their foreheads together. "I'm gonna go wash these and take a shower. I'll check on you when I'm through." He tapped their lips together. "Will you be all right for a while?"

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"I'm sure she won't mind." He pressed into Dirk's feeble contact, smiling, before he withdrew and claimed the sheet. A quick wipe-down with a wetnap later, he was covering Dirk in a different sheet and a few heavy fleece blankets and pulling them up to his neck. "Sleep well, all right? Sweet dreams." He leant over the Strider and kissed his forehead.

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Jake stood there for a while, watching him, before he hugged the soiled sheets to himself and padded in sock feet out of the room. He stripped down and put everything in the wash, and with a towel around his waist returned for the bowl of unfinished soup. Jade wolf-whistled at him when he came down in just a towel and he shot her the finger. She leaned in the doorway as he rinsed out Dirk's bowl.

"How's hundred degrees and climbing?" she asked. Jake chuckled.

"Sleeping," he said. Jade's eyebrows raised slowly and she gave Jake a long look that it took him a moment to notice. "...your eyes are asking a question you don't want me to actually confirm the answer to," he added, and she snorted.

"Well at least we know he'll sleep," she said, moving away from the door and heading back for the lab. "There's more soup in the crock pot for you, and for him later. I'll be in the lab if either of you need me."

"Thanks, gram," he hollered after her, putting the dishes in the dishwasher and wandering back up to take his shower.

He turned the water on good and hot and folded his towel back up, setting it on the back of the toilet and brushing his teeth sort of idly while the water warmed. He found himself pleasantly warmed by the steam and the evening's activities, belatedly allowing himself the boner he had so wanted to pop while he jerked Dirk into his pleasant state of unconscious. He palmed himself with one hand while he felt the water temperature with the other, stepping into the spray backward when he was satisfied with it.

He finished almost embarrassingly quickly to a replay of Dirk's expressions and vocalizations, bracing himself in the corner of the shower and smacking his head backward into the tiles as he cried out low in his throat, something that sounded distinctly like Dirk's name. From there it was an easy clean-up-- body first, hair second, a good long rinse in the hot water that left his skin pink-tinged beneath his tan and smelling like soap and a touch of fruit from his shampoo (mandarin orange, which he may or may not have had ulterior motive in buying).

He toweled off in the bathroom and kept the cloth around his neck as he wandered back down the hallway and into his room, knowing Jade would be down in the lab and Dirk would likely still be asleep-- not that he would object to Jake walking in naked if he were awake. He selected a pair of boxers and pajama pants from his bureau, pulling what Dirk brought along to sleep in from his bag when he returned to it.

Of course in doing so, he had no choice but to notice Lil Cal in all his Derse Pajama glory, folded up and staring inside Dirk's bag. He did what any sane, masculine college aged boy would do when faced with such a situation, he briefly screamed.

And promptly squashed the sound in his throat by covering his hands with his face and staring at Dirk, hoping he didn't wake him. He sighed with relief when the Strider didn't stir, moving away from Dirk's bag and setting his sleepwear at the foot of the bed gently. From there, he watched the puppet in the rucksack warily as he settled at his desk to tap away quietly at his laptop.

Jane was online. He hadn't talked to her much since he and Dirk had started their odd little fling, so he brought her up to speed without giving her too many details. Mostly he said he'd found someone he quite fancied, and things seemed to be progressing in a positive, if not entirely ideal, direction. She was a little worried about not entirely ideal, but he waved her off and deterred the conversation to her.

An hour later, he was still tapping away at his laptop talking to his only other real friend in the world.

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Something like twenty minutes later it was getting late for Jane, and she bid Jake goodnight and told him to tend to his sick boyfriend (for which he was, to his credit, quick to correct her on). She tutted something like "I'm sure," and shot him a few emoticon hearts before she signed off, and Jake stayed smiling at the screen for a moment before he turned in his rolling chair.

He nearly jumped out of his skin to see Dirk awake and smiling like that.

"Good heavens, you gave me a fright. How are you feeling?"