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You've been working on this all day, and you are right on the brink of something amazing, you can feel it! All day your mind has been on overdrive from the excitement. Thoughts fly through your head at a million miles an hour. Some related to your work and some not. Those about needing to pick up sugar or remembering a movie you wanted to get for the next movie night go on sticky notes. Those about equations and materials and that one detail you're missing that is going to make everything click either go into your spiral notebook or on sheets of loose leaf paper. The only drawback with this setup is you're having trouble finding things under all this fucking paper. It's really annoying, but you need to finish this thing and prove that you are better than Dirk.
You're not sure of the time when you hear a knock on the door. It could only be one person, and he barges in without waiting for an answer. "Yo Jade." You sigh, but otherwise ignore your nerd of a boyfriend. Dave doesn't seem to mind. He should be used to getting this kind of treatment whenever he interrupts your work anyway. As you continue shifting papers to find the screwdriver you need, he comes to look over your shoulder and try to be as annoying as possible. It stopped working long ago. He still likes to try though. "Still working on Gay Weeb 3.0?"
"It's Brobot 2.0, and it is going to be so awesome Gay Weeb 1.0 will be blown away," you correct him. With the screwdriver you just found, you tap him on the shoulder with all the fake disapproval you can muster. "And yes, I am. I'm trying to figure out how to make these systems efficient enough to run on less uranium than Brobot 1.0. The first thing I'm trying is rebuilding the chassis with aluminum instead of titanium to make it lighter."
"And that'll make it take less energy to kick Jake's ass?"
Sitting at the workbench, you pick up a screw and start putting pieces together. "It'll kick your ass too if you don't sleep with one eye open." You can't see him, but you just know he's flipping you off. It just makes you grin. "But yeah, that's what I'm hoping for. It's still not quite enough though." At least if your calculations are correct, and you did them three times each so they probably are. Aggghh, what are you missing?! All your ideas either have some terrible drawback, or turn out to be impossible. But you're close, and that excitement and optimism makes it easier to power through the frustration.
Dave rustles some papers or something behind you, but you don't really pay attention. "Well, all this shit is sweet and all, but if you don't find a stopping point soon you're gonna miss dinner and then you'll starve and die." You give some kind of hum to acknowledge him. Then you tune him out as you concentrate on the chassis. Or at least you try to, but some of it gets through and it sounds like "Blah blah working all day, blah blah. You're just as bad as bro. Bluh stupid bet blah bluh blah competitive streak. Blah blah and your handwriting sucks blah blah chicken scratch blah blah. Blah blah bluh bluh it's getting kind of...pegging?"
Your screwing stops just as suddenly as Dave's monthly Mama Bird Rant. You turn to fully face him for the first time since he entered the room. He had pushed his shades to the top of his head and his eyebrows are almost as high. There's just a bit of space between his lips and you see his tongue come out to wet them before closing them. And in his hands, he's holding your journal. Your personal journal. The one that you left open on the list. The one helpfully (or unhelpfully, depending on your perspective) entitled The Dave List.
God dammit.
What are you even supposed to say in this situation? "Hey yeah our sex life is kinda vanilla so I was hoping I could stick a dildo in your ass and see what happens. Haha by the way how do you feel about furries?" Somehow you don't feel like that will help much. You're saved by Dave looking up at you and flourishing the notebook. "I wasn't supposed to see this, was I?"
You shake your head.
"Why not, dude? This fucking rules."
What. "What?"
He looks back at the list and you can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. "I come in here and discover my girlfriend is secretly kinky as hell? Fuck yeah, I am all kinds of down with that." Dave crosses the room in a few strides to sit next to you. "Why didn't you show me this earlier?"
Well, while this isn't helping the embarrassment, it's a relief that he isn't angry. But you kind of feel like maybe he wants to humor you and he's playing up his eagerness, either to placate you or to tease you. Except wait, no, eagerness? That's exactly what you did not expect from Dave. Your boyfriend of fifteen months, who you have been screwing for twelve months and living with for four months. Who, despite having plenty of opportunities to, never did anything wilder than a sexy full body massage on your birthday. So instead of answering his question, you ask one of your own. "You're down with it?"
"For the most part." He turns to the list again. "I am not giving you a golden shower and absolutely not letting you give me one. Also, you are not bringing guns, fire, or cattle prods into the bedroom. The rest is cool."
"You're serious?" It's not the absolute refusal to try a handful of those things that surprises you. It's the fact that he is willingly and eagerly entering negotiations.
One of his eyebrows quirks up. "I am." He holds your gaze for a few seconds, unblinking. You usually hate this look - not that bad things tend to come of it, it just looks wrong on him. It's his 'I'm being serious' look and Dave taking things seriously just is not supposed to happen. But sometimes he does, and this is one of those times, and for once you're glad. Once he knows you're convinced, he relaxes a little. "Really though, why didn't you show me?"
You let out a long breath at that. Apparently he had not forgotten that question as you had hoped. You find yourself unable to look him in the eye as you answer. "I just...I mean, sex with you is really great, and I didn't want you to think it's not. Like yeah, I want to try something new, but I love what we already do too." When did it get so hot in here? "That and it's kind of embarrassing, I guess."
Dave finally breaks out into laughter. He throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, and even as you grumble at him to shut up you bury your face in his neck. "Bless your heart, you're so weird and I couldn't possibly love you more." It always makes you smile when he says things like that, and today it makes your cheeks heat up too. You grunt at him instead of saying actual words back because saying actual words would mean having to look at him. His fingers start to trace circles on your shoulder as he speaks again. "We should probably start with the small things though, unless you want everything to be horrible."
"Well yeah, duh," you respond with a smile. You look down at the notebook still in your lover's lap and read through it. Most of these don't seem too out there to you, but some are definitely more tame than others. "I did write this list, so you can pick where we start if you want." While you're thinking of it, you turn to grab a pen off the table behind you, then set to crossing off the items he flat out refused. "And you should think of things to add too, if you like."
"Honestly, I kinda already had a mental list going, and bondage and a threesome were on there." With your pen poised at the bottom of the list, you turn to watch Dave bite his lip in thought. You give him a moment to think. After all, you did write down your list for a reason.
Finally, when he starts speaking, he speaks a lot. "Okay, this is going to sound weird. I don't even know if there's a word for it. But I want to watch you have sex, like with someone else. Not in a threesome though. Like, I'd be hiding in the closet or some shit. I mean they'd know I was there, but you guys would just be acting like I wasn't for the fantasy or some shit. Maybe you could even be saying like 'Dave isn't supposed to be back for like an hour' and pretending you were having this super steamy affair instead of, you know, not."
By the time he's finished, you've added voyeurism to the list. Dave looks down at it with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "Oh. Cool."
You snort and resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Anything else?"
He's a little cooler now that you've agreed to one thing - and apparently now that he only has to say one word. "Spanking."
"You spanking me or me spanking you?"
Dave pauses again, and you wait silently. "Me spanking you." With a little smile, you nod and add it to the list. "And then also rimming, for both of us."
There you pause. That one you have to think about for a minute. You don't even know if you like butt stuff yet, or if he does. It'd be kind of a shame for him to lick your asshole only to find out you don't even like it. "Can we wait until we try anal to decide on that one?" you suggest. When he nods and tells you yeah, you add rimming to the list with a question mark.
"Okay, this one I don't have one word for either," he says again, but this time he's a lot calmer about it. "Could you maybe force me to come?"
The first thing you think about is that one episode of Law and Order SVU where this chick used electroejaculation on a rich dude so that she could get herself pregnant and claim he's the father. Then something else occurs to you. "Like some kind of rape fantasy?"
Dave blinks at you. "No, just like, I'd be trying not to come but then you'd make me. Either that or you'd make me come early."
"Sounds a bit too close to a rape fantasy." You grimace at him apologetically, and he shrugs. "Anything else?"
"A couple more things. We should do it when one of us is distracted. I could eat you out while you're programming your new robot that's supposed to be so much better than Dirk's, or whatever."
"You just want me to give you a blowjob while you play Pokemon," you tease, but you add it to the list anyway. You've got to admit, it does sound interesting at least. And it could potentially be a way to prevent Dave from derailing you like this next time he comes in while you're working! (Not that what you're doing at the moment is anything to complain about though, really.)
This time Dave continues before you prompt him. "This one is going to sound like a joke but I swear it's not, okay. We should do it in John's bed."
You can't help but laugh at him. You almost want to ask where that idea came from, but you're not sure you want to know. "It has to be John? It can't be, say, Nepeta?"
"No, it has to be John, because screw him." Still laughing, you add it to the list. You figure if you're going to consider doing it in a restroom in a gas station or something, you can chance having a go at it in John's room too. "One last thing." Once you finish writing, you look up at Dave once more. You gaze deep into his poker face awaiting his final request. He pauses dramatically and you automatically fear what's coming next. He tilts his head down, leans forward, and lowers his voice: "Call me Daddy."
You hit him on the head with your journal as he breaks out into laughter. You can't help but giggle with him.