herp derp two man strider pile

[brojob]

[Holy hell, sleeping in the same bed as another person is fucking stifling.

That's pretty much the first thought in Dirk's mind upon waking up, shortly following the split second of confusion as to why he feels like he's been swaddled in blankets and stuffed into a furnace. And the even longer moment of not being sure if he likes it or not. And the even longer moment after that that still hasn't ended where he's not really sure how they ended up like this. Because that blond head of hair definitely does not belong to Roxy, or even Rose. In fact, nobody is this bony, except for-

Ah. Well that little peek under the covers explains it. Sadly, it doesn't also explain exactly why his pants are missing. That part is still pretty much eluding him.]

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[brojob]

Well I guess that covers why my back feels like it's got a wicked case of rug burn.

[Because man, he feels kinda raw, even against the softness of his usual white tee. Fuck, that's hotter than it has any right to be, and his boner is definitely growing at the same rate that his stomach is sinking, because this is also thoroughly and severely fucked up. Whether or not that's only making the former worse is beyond him, and he kind of wants it to stay that way.]

[ticktocks]

[ so's dave's, honestly, and he's trying his best to hide it by virtue of scooting just a little further away and tucking the blankets between his crotch and dirk's... self. shh, nobody needs to know.

nobody needs to know he's getting hard while staring at his kidbro's back and touching all the marks on his back with his fingertips. between that and the memories he has swimming through his head, it's hard to resist. ]

My bad, I guess.

[brojob]

Not like it would have happened unwarranted.

[Gonna just come clean with that. I mean really, who's he really trying to fool?]

[ticktocks]

I can see you getting me into it, yeah.

[ at least, for him to get that fervent. those are some pretty intense scratch marks. it's just too bad they didn't do anything more heavy than—

ah boner. ]

[brojob]

Yeah, the incestuous blood is all on my hands with that one.

[... okay, maybe that was too much.]

[ticktocks]

[ "incestuous blood" isn't a sexy phrase at all but his sleepy raging morning dickrocket just does not care enough to not blast off. ]

I dunno, I'm the one with it under my fingernails.

[brojob]

[Dirk just remains silent for a while, staring long and hard at the sheets covering the mattress.]

So. What now?

[ticktocks]

[ a one-shoulder shrug, nudging the blankets off a little when he does so. ]

Beats me. [ speaking of which. ] I got some business to take care of, at any rate.

[brojob]

[Ah.]

No shit? What do you know, so do I.

[Is that a tiny, teasing smirk? Oh fuck, it is. Dave is just too tempting to mess with, even in a situation like this.]

[ticktocks]

[ oh god damn it dirk. he glances sideways. ]

Well don't that beat all. If I didn't know any better I'd say we got the same business practices in mind.

[brojob]

[Fuck, that wasn't an answer he was expecting.]

Yeah, but would a group venture be a good idea? After all, you gotta pick your collaborators carefully when it comes to this shit.

[ticktocks]

[ how does it feel having the tables turned on you, dirk. ]

Dunno, man, you tell me. I'd say I'm on an adventurous streak, but one, I don't even remember the last twelve hours, and two, I ain't never tried taking on a partner for all my crazy corporate scheming before. How do I know you won't try and swindle me out of my last boonbuck, is what I'm saying.

[brojob]

[The tables haven't turned, okay, he's just. Regrouping and coming up with a new strategy. Yeah.]

It'd take a right fucking bastard to do that to a newbie, for starters. And, y'know, someone who's probably a little experienced in the field. I'll level with you: I'm neither of those things.

[ticktocks]

[ ah, well, you don't say. at least it's nice that they're both speaking the same language here, which is to say that they suck at just coming out and saying anything in a non-stupid way. ]

Maybe that's just the up-n-coming kinda business the world needs, then. Nothing more pure and innocent than a couple of dudes not knowing what the fuck they're doing making capitalistic magic happen.

[brojob]

[He actually snickers humorlessly at that.]

You think they'd be able to handle the double-Strider action, though? It ain't exactly kosher.

[ticktocks]

It's whatever, we aren't Jewish.

[brojob]

[Oh my God.]

Yeah, I'm fairly sure that doesn't make it any less fucked up.

[ticktocks]

[ he's an idiot. ]

So we make it a private venture. Closed doors and code names. Make that shit more mysterious than who the actual fuck is taking over Disney's crap ever since the old guy froze himself for a thousand years.

[brojob]

You mean Satan? I thought that was confirmed fact.

[Dirk half-rolls over, looking straight at the other blond. And then looks some more. Like staring into his soul will get him anywhere.]

Look, this... this thing shouldn't have happened, and we'd do well to quit while we're still semi-ahead. We can still write this off.

[ticktocks]

[ Dave stares back, blank. ]

You might, but meanwhile I've got a hard-on the size of planet fucking Jupiter and even if I try'n tell it to think of something else you know that's only going to make it do the opposite.

[ it probably shows, for that matter. he's still laying flat on his back and the blankets pulled over him don't do much to hide it. ]

[brojob]

[Yeah he's... trying not to see that. And failing]

Having a thought in your mind while you're spanking the man meat ain't the same as making that thought come to fruition. Nothing's gonna be the same after you actually do it.

[Which, y'know, it already sounds like that's happened, given how much his tone sounds like a warning, and not a rejection.]

[ticktocks]

Is that supposed to be a bad thing.

[ y'know for being a virgin he's kind of a slut. ]

[brojob]

When it's your brother, yeah. It could be.

[ticktocks]

Could. I'll give you that, I guess.

[brojob]

[Dirk turns the rest of the way, skillfully hiding the tent his own... problem might make in the sheets, coming to face Dave fully. And just stares at him for another long moment.]

Guess I don't care if you don't.

[Except he kinda, but fuck that. His dick is wanting to do half the thinking for him, and honestly, if they're in the same boat, what is there to really stop him? Clinging to this half-formed idea of a family that he never had was kind of stupid anyway.]