When Jake wants to have sex:
Dirk on his knees in two seconds flat, fingers already at Jake’s zipper, nearby countertop completely cleared just in case Jake wants to bend him over it, Jake waiting for a pot of soup water to boil, exasperated, trying to tell him that for Christopher crust’s sake my good man I said maybe we could do a salacious tango AFTER dinnertime is all wrapped up,
When Jake wants to hold hands:
Dirk stares at the outstretched hand until things get awkward, slowly takes it, anxious, shrugs down when Jake gives his palm an affectionate squeeze, stares intensely at a speck on the wall to his far right, blushes and has to sheepishly pull away after two minutes of contact to compose himself and steady his breathing,