A/N: Wow, yeah, hello. This is my first ever Homestuck fanfic, and it is… Stridercest. (and when I mean stridercest I mean full on bro/dave ok.) It doesn't much surprise me, though. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy. It's an AU, one where there's no Sburb and it's? Yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did thinking it up and writing it. But yeah. Here it is, though this is a prologue thing!
The first time it happened, you had to do a double take. You hadn't expected it, and it came so suddenly you had no clue what it was; the feeling that coursed all throughout your body. Your eyes went uncharacteristically wide, blinking confusedly behind your awesome shades, that damn feeling lingering almost too long for your tastes. It sparked something you knew so well, but on the other hand, it held something you weren't remotely familiar with, and it made you wonder what the hell it was. You knew almost every feeling out there, counting out a select few you had never bothered with. Fuckin' hell… Brows knitted and your limbs twitched, face as blank as usual as it was pointed in Dave's direction.
The kid was shirtless, water droplets in beads as they coursed down his neck, his back, finally settling in the cloth of the pants he wore when lazing around the apartment. Your eyes linger, your body feeling lighter than it had before; and it made you bite the inside of your lip sharply. You focused on your lil' bro again, looking him over carefully—almost too carefully this time around.
Dave looked normal, like he always does. His shades hide his eyes perfectly, his lips moving slightly to drink the apple juice he tilted to his lips; he was completely comfortable, at ease with his exposed, wet skin and loose pants. You knew it was normal for him to do that—after all, you did too: laze around in boxers and drink some beer or soda (or, you know, whatever fuckin' suits your tastes at the time), occasionally scaring the kid with Lil Cal.
You and the little guy were both men, so it was a natural thing to do, especially with no women around. You knew that—you did. You were the one and only Bro Strider, and you knew everything; or pretty damn close to it (which, you of course knew that too).
Pretty damn close to it, you repeated in thought, light brows furrowing, eyes still locked on your little bro's shirtless figure. But why in the fuck is it affecting me now? The thought stayed, making you purse your lips; luckily, Dave was too busy raiding the fridge to see your slight change in expression. That wasn't something you did often—lose your almost-too-permanent stoic expression. It was always perfectly placid, and you had earned it over years of learning to master it. Still, you'd cut yourself a break this time around; especially with the whole feeling-you-don't-know shit.
When Dave straightened his spine, it happened again. It started in your mind, sparking a wave of sensation throughout your body, making your skin seem to radiate heat. Your eyes widened once more, and damn did you feel so fucking uncool. Yet the feeling stayed, almost awing you in, making your eyes linger on the way his blonde hair moved, brushing against the back of his neck.
Your lips could do the same thing.
And you were starting to think that you wanted them to.