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TG: john can we not
TG: talk about this shit right now
TG: or ever
John frowned. He was one of the few people – he was sure it was only him and Bro – that knew Dave was actually incredibly sensitive. He hid it with his bluff and bluster, but certain things would genuinely hurt him. John thought it was sort of sweet how insecure his boyfriend was usually, but right now he honestly had no idea what he'd done.
EB: yeah! sorry.
EB: um, is it okay if i ask what i did?
EB: i know i should probably have an idea but i don't really!
Leaning forwards and resting his chin on his hand, John scrolled back up in their conversation. Oh man, he hadn't even been teasing Dave; not like that wasn't usually okay. Dave always teased him right back! It was basically their thing. He'd pretty much been the opposite of teasing; in fact, in a moment so bold for him he'd been quite proud of it, he'd started telling him about the dream he'd had last night.
John colored up just thinking about that dream. He'd thought Dave would love to hear it, that it would actually boost his self confidence. What had bugged the Texan enough to make him mention it?
TG: fuck do i have to explain everything i do
TG: whats the problem
TG: i just dont want to talk about
TG: you know
TG: dirty shit
Was he joking? John tilted his head, completely confused. He had to be joking.
EB: um, why?
TG: i just dont want to
The lack of Dave's usual abstract metaphors made him seem so serious, and it made John realize that despite being official internet boyfriends for nearly two months now after years of knowing each other, they'd never talked about anything sexual.
At all.
Considering Dave's excessive crude jokes, that seemed pretty strange!
EB: dave...
EB: um.
EB: are you not attracted to me?
TG: no
TG: thats not it
The clenching feeling in John's chest started to ease. It didn't explain anything, but he'd been kind of worried Dave had lied about being a homosexual or something! He was a little concerned, now, his mind grasping out for possibilities.
EB: are you an asexual?
EB: you can be a homosexual and an asexual at the same time, right?
EB: like an asexual who likes boys!
TG: no im gay
EB: ...
EB: i'm sorry, i can't play the guessing game anymore :(
EB: i don't have any more guesses.
EB: can you stop being all cool and stoic and stuff just for a minute so you can tell me?
EB: please?
There was a long pause. Normally, John wouldn't notice so much if Dave didn't talk for a minute, but he couldn't take his eyes off the chat window. It said Dave was typing. If he snapped back with one of his witty metaphors now, John was just going to throw his hands up in the air and -
TG: um
TG: okay fuck
TG: this is embarrassing
TG: ill put it this way
TG: would you jack it if lil cal was around
John grinned, because wow that was kind of cute!
EB: oh, it's been a while?
EB: ;)
TG: no
TG: its been never
TG: ive never done it
TG: and if you try to tell me im joking
TG: ill punch your face through your computer
Well, that was unexpected!
More than unexpected, actually. John seriously did want to ask him if he was joking, because it was so unbelievable. Was it even... was it even possible not to masturbate? John was pretty shy about it himself, but he still locked himself in his room late at night after he'd spent all evening talking to Dave and Dad was in bed. It might be super embarrassing, but he always felt so good and relaxed after he did it.
He wondered if Dave would stop being so temperamental and irritable if he just gave it a try.
TG: brb
TG: cold shower
EB: hey!
EB: no wait!
EB: you should try doing it now.
TG: fuck off man
TG: no
EB: is it just cal you're scared of?
EB: your brother isn't even there!
EB: is he?
TG: hes gonna pop in and cover me in smuppets i know it
TG: ive not done it this long so
TG: its not like i can just suddenly be like bam fapping
EB: ... um, how do you resist?
TG: im a nun
TG: i vowed to stay chaste dont you know
TG: even from my own hand
In a way, John was relieved to see the return of Dave's flippant, sarcastic behaviour; but he knew it meant that he was being shut off again, that the tiny hint of the real Dave that had shown was all he was going to get. It was pretty obvious Dave had some kind of real problem. There was part of him that wanted to ask Rose, because she would surely know! He bit his lip. Dave would be mad if he talked to her about it.
He'd have to figure it out for himself.
EB: dave, what are you so scared of?
EB: i mean this is probably hurting you :(
TG: yes me not beating the meat is going to fuck up my whole life
TG: i better get on that
EB: daaave :(
EB: it's that you can't that worries me!
TG: dude i can any time i want to
EB: you're lying man, it's pretty obvious.
EB: i see you typing there mister!
EB: if you claim it's ironic, i'll be the one punching you!
TG: pft as if you could
EB: um, dave
EB: you're taking a long time to type stuff
EB: you still have a ... problem, don't you?
TG: shut the fuck up
TG: im going to shower
TG: fuck
TG: why didnt you let me go earlier
TG: this shit hurts
EB: ... well, yeah!
TG: uh
TG: dont really ever leave it this long
TG: nip it in the bud you know
TG: its kind of
TG: fuck
TG: hard to resist
TG: you even comment on that fucking pun
TG: i will stomp your cock so hard
John flushed a little, unable to stop himself from picturing Dave squirming uncomfortably in his computer chair.
TG: okay fuck
TG: fuck
TG: fuck
TG: kind of freaking out here
TG: i
TG: the seam of my jeans is kind of making me crazy
John was only slightly ashamed of the fact that he let out an audible whine, seeing in his mind's eye his boyfriend trying to rut up against his own pants; just that sexually frustrated and losing control of his body. It took a minute for John to get his hands to obey him and type.
EB: dave put a blanket over your lap, okay?
EB: put your hand under it and just kind of grind down with the heel of your hand.
He couldn't help but see it, and he knew Dave was probably flipping out already and it made him feel even worse; but oh my god, the thought of stoic Strider so undone was doing things to him. He shifted a little in his chair himself, squeezing his legs together awkwardly.
EB: are you okay?
TG: stilk freaing the fuck out
TG: this hruts
EB: it'll go faster if your
EB: um
EB: take it out
TG: ths hurts too
EB: oh!
EB: um, spit in the hand you're using!
TG: egbert
TG: dont fuck me aruond here
TG: hw do ido this
Even though he was pretty worked up, John couldn't help but find all the typos adorable. Wow, Dave was losing his cool so much it was actually transferring over to his typing!
It kind of turned John on even more. He glanced nervously over at his partially open door, able to feel how bright red his face was. Impulsively, he jumped up and pushed it closed. His dad was in the kitchen downstairs, and normally that would be enough to make him head for a nice long shower if he really needed to jerk off; but he found he cared a lot less right now. He gripped his dick through his sweatpants, typing quickly with one hand.
EB: um, just sort of wrap your hand around it and um...
EB: stroke it as fast as you want, you know?
TG: no idnt know smrtasss
TG: shti fuck
John could only resist shoving his own hand down his pants for so long when he knew what Dave was doing; probably with shaky, abnormally clumsy hands, experimenting and bucking his hips helplessly. He must have been slumped over his computer desk at that point, oh god, pushing back sweaty ginger hair with one hand as the other worked feverishly below the belt.
EB: um...
EB: if you want, you can pretend it's me doing it!
EB: heh, i do that with you sometimes...
EB: wow that was an embarrassing thing to admit!
All in all, John was pretty surprised how coherent his typing was. He'd have to tease Dave about it later.
TG: yeh like im havngsucj a hugr pprobfl wht tthat righth now
EB: wow dave is that even english?
EB: you can try touching the tip a little with your thumb, too...
John followed his own advice, biting down hard on his lip with his big buckteeth to stop himself from making any noises aside from snuffly little whimpers. W-wow, what noises would Dave be making? Would he moan, unable to keep something this overwhelming and new under control, just like he couldn't control his hips? Would he be almost silent, with his lips twitching as he fought to keep his pokerface in place?
Either way it was unbearably hot. John finished himself off with a low whine from the back of his throat, his toes curling against the floor and his back arching off of the chair as his vision faded to a bright pinpoint.
When he blinked back into normality, messages were flashing up on his screen. He wrinkled his nose at his sticky hand, holding it carefully away from his keyboard as he typed with the other.
TG: wow
TG: that just happened
TG: this is disgusting
EB: oh come on i won't believe you haven't even had wet dreams!
TG: yeah i have
TG: didnt exactly smear it on my hands though
TG: im not that much of a sick fuck
TG: that is not my fetish
TG: dot fucking jpg
EB: do you feel better now?
EB: i bet you'll be less grumpy!
It was reassuring to see Dave back to his usual caustic, guarded self; but John didn't think he'd ever forget witnessing his boyfriend in the state he'd just been in. Maybe...
Wow, maybe he'd get to see it in person sometime soon. He'd get Dave going and then swipe his shades, and he could watch those neat red eyes, see just how vulnerable Strider really was. John couldn't stop a rather wicked little smile.
TG: ...
TG: wow my typing got handicapped up there
TG: get a wheelchair for that shit