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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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The look on his face accompanied by the actions made Jake finally reach for Dirk's hands and still them, meeting his eyes.

"Dirk," he said quietly. "...maybe we should just sleep on this," he suggested.

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Jake's arms slid around to encircle Dirk's waist.

"...I am touching you," he explained.

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He slid his hand forward and set it against Dirk's abdomen, rubbing his fingers back and forth absently.

"...hey," he tried, nosing against the side of Dirk's face. "Hey."

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At that, Jake relaxed a little, setting his chin on Dirk's shoulder and closing his eyes over. They were a mess, but they were both still here. He didn't want to think about what they needed to be thinking about, so he just dozed.

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When Dirk moved his head Jake opened his eyes to look over at him, expression tiredly neutral. A slight quirk of his lips pulled about half of his mouth into a smile a moment later, but he was quiet. He replaced his arms around the blonde's waist and pulled him closer, squeezing a little.

"We're sort of a mess," he said quietly.

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"I'm reasonably sure that these sort of things work best when discussed," Jake tried gently. "But that can wait, if you'd rather."

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Jake had sort of figured as much. He nodded a little, closing his eyes over again.

"I care about you regardless," he breathed. "Discussion or no discussion, reciprocation or not. Friends, lovers, anything in between or beyond-- I." He opened his eyes, glanced briefly at Dirk, then away, and hugged him closer. "I'd be really lost without you in my life."

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He considered that for a moment, quiet. Eventually, he smiled a little.

"Well it shouldn't have to, really. You're still Dirk Strider, I'm still Jake English... we don't really need further explanation, do we?" Basically fuck the police labels were lame. Even if he sort of would like the opportunity to call Dirk his boyfriend at some point in life.

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Jake smiled, at that. All right, they could make this work. He shifted, moving inward until he was able to press his lips to Dirk's throat a few times.

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He scraped his teeth gently against Dirk's throat, closing his lips around the skin and sucking. Mine, he wanted to say, but didn't. He left a faint mark in a place it was hard to see easily-- it shouldn't be a problem at work. He shifted to allow Dirk's hands under his shirt, slipping his fingertips into the waistband of Dirk's pants in the meantime. Welp.

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Sex was what Dirk knew. Sex was what they'd decided, mutually, to base their relationship around. It was comfortable. Words weren't, at that point. Jake thought maybe he could have been ready for that conversation, but Dirk clearly wasn't, so... They'd stick to what they knew. What they were comfortable with. He chuckled a little, biting at Dirk's skin again and bringing his hands forward to unbutton the blonde's jeans. He snickered at the orange boxers underneath.

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Obediently, Jake raised his arms to let Dirk pull his shirt off. His hands went immediately back to his pantsfront, then, palming at his crotch almost idly.

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Dirk please. You're fucking adorable. Jake snickered softly, kneading the heel of his hand gently into Dirk's loins while the blonde fussed with his shorts. In the meantime, he peppered kisses all about Dirk's face and neck and shoulders.