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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 had stayed off mostly out of the way, because he didn't want to distract Dirk while he was on stage. He'd managed to keep from popping a boner the entire time he waited, and mentally congratulated himself for it as he moved to greet Dirk. When he glanced up and quirked an eyebrow at him, Jake smirked and barely breathed a response before his hand was at the base of Dirk's skull and he was kissing him in a way that was almost primal.

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He pulled his lips away only long enough to speak, muttered against his lips. "How long is your break?" His hips, in the meantime, ground themselves against Dirk's in a clear assertion of what he wanted.

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"Good," Jake breathed, his voice darker and straight from his chest. As Dirk lead him along he sort of waddled, keeping his body close to Dirk's and pressing kisses and bites all over him.

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"You're no fun," he said, and wow was his voice normally that husky when they were doing stuff?

Immediately inside the closet Jake took him by the shoulders and pressed him into the door, kissing him roughly and not even so much grinding their hips together as he was just flat-out humping Dirk's pelvis. Wow, Jake, you're kind of a horny animal right now.

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Jake so did not even care. He was just devouring Dirk's mouth and rocking his hips against the blonde's, finally letting the erection that had wanted to form for nearly an hour press into Dirk. He groaned, not even bothering to be quiet about it.

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He dug into the pocket of his shorts and extracted a little travel-size bottle. He was pretty sure they had mandated there be one in every pocket of every pair of pants, shorts, and jacket worn out of their respective dwellings. If it had a pocket, there needed to be lube in it. They were that promiscuous.

"How," he asked, continuing to rock his hips into Dirk's. He was pretty sure he couldn't actually stop.

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He nodded, already gasping for breath as he helped Dirk with his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and then shifted, crouching and picking Dirk up a bit, pressing him into the door. His dick ached with the sudden lack of friction and he swore under his breath. He was pretty sure he had never needed to pound into his boyfriend like he was about to like he did right then. He fumbled with the bottle of lube.

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God, Dirk's limber ability to hoist himself up like that would never cease to amaze him. One day he'd have the abs for that. In the meantime, he'd just have an ass of steel and strength to wall his not-boyfriend against a janitorial closet door in the club he worked at. He wiggled his way out of his shorts so they pooled down at his ankles and rubbed his dick against Dirk's ass for a moment. He looked up.

"Condom or no?" He figured he should ask, since Dirk was at work and all. He had some in his pocket if they needed them.

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He stooped a little, supporting Dirk against his thighs, and extracted two condoms from the back pocket of his shorts. He poured some of the lube into his hand and pointedly made a fist around Dirk's forming erection to slick it, pumping it a few times before he offered a condom and covered himself. He poured a bit more lube onto himself once he was encased in latex.

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He coated his fingers in lube, wasting no time in inserting one, and in rapid succession, another. Dirk was pretty used to this, by now-- they both were -- but he didn't want to hurt him because he was too hasty to prep him first.

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He added a third finger and thrust shallowly for about a minute before he extracted them and went for the main event, his breath shaking with anticipation. "Ready?" he asked.

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He eased in slowly, shifting so he was pressing Dirk into the door to keep him upright, and stayed there for a moment before easing back. He continued this way for a handful of seconds before he slowly picked up the pace.

If there was anyone frowning at the fact that they'd disappeared into the janitor's closet, the sudden rhythmic rattling of the closet door in its threshold would answer their curiosity.

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Jake, for all his throaty muttering and husky whispers earlier, was surprisingly quiet. His pace continued to increase in speed and as it did his breathing got harsher, but it was like he was too lost in sensation to remember to make any sound. He buried his face in Dirk's shoulder, pounding away at him.