Hi! This is my first fic so i hope you like it. Please review so that I can improve things and make the story more enjoyable. So I'll shut up now and you can sit back, grab an ice cold faygo, and read.
John's POV
As I walk to the main office I recap all of the bad things I've done this week. I can't think of anytime where I may have slipped up and gotten caught. Why am I worried? Maybe there's a good reason for getting called to the dean. Maybe I'm getting an award. I laugh at myself for even thinking that and a passing junior glares at me. I can't help but laugh a bit harder. I turn the corner down the hall towards the main entrance. I push open the glass door to the office and make my way down the small corridor to the dean's office. I open the heavy door and step in, letting it close behind me. I look around the familiar room. Same dark desk, same maroon chair, same bookshelf, same dean. The only thing that changed is the strange kid sitting in my chair. He has messy, black hair which falls in his eyes. There are faint dark circles under his eyes. His red eyes. I've never seen anyone with real red eyes. What the hell is up with this kid? He looks irritated.
"Ah, John. I'm glad you're here!" says Dean Anderson.
"Did I have a choice?" I reply. "Why am I here?"
"This is Karkat. He is a new student here," he says, not answering my question at all.
"And this concerns me..." I ask again "...How?"
"You are going to mentor him," he answers. "Show him around, help him out, be his friend! He'll also be your new roommate."
God damn it. I was looking forward to going through at least the first semester without a roommate. Karkat rolls his strange red eyes. He obviously doesn't want to be here, and neither do I, but we both know we're not getting out of it. And that is how I end up having to show him around, help him out, be his friend.
At first we don't talk much, and trust me, I'm ok with that.
"So," I say, sick of the silence. "Why did you change schools?"
He ignores my question. I roll my eyes. Who the hell does he think he is?
"Look, I know you don't want to be here, and trust me, neither do I, but we have to, so why not just accept it?" I snap.
He looks surprised. And kind of, well, amused. "I didn't change, fuckass. I'm just getting a late start."
"Oh, cool," is all I can manage. His voice is not high pitched, but not low either, kind of just in the middle. It's quite enticing, even though I am not a homosexual. After classes, we go back to our dorm. We stay on our own sides of the room for a while. We get sick of studying and start to play video games. I go to make some popcorn.
I don't pay attention to where I'm going and I trip over some cords as I re-enter the room. Karkat jumps up and grabs me before I hit the ground. Popcorn goes everywhere and Karkat has his arms around my waist. He looks at me with those red eyes. I look up at him with my blue ones.
"You okay?" he asks, still holding me.
"Uh," I stutter. "Y-yeah." I blush hard. He helps me back to my feet. He slowly pulls his arms from my waist. I turn away, attempting to hide my red face. Karkat brings his hand to my chin and turns my face towards his. He slowly removes my glasses.
"Karkat, I'm not a homosexual!" I say, trying to convince myself more than him.
"Me neither," he whispers, before pressing his lips firmly against mine. He wraps his arms around my waist again. I lean into the kiss, trying to stay upright. He slowly pulls off my shirt and then his own.
We climb into my bed and he straddles me, holding my hands above my head and kissing me messily. His hand finds it's way to the growing bulge in my jeans and my hips buck up in delight. He pulls away, walks over to his bedside table, and pulls out a small bottle of lube. My heart races. How can I be enjoying this so much? I am not a homosexual! He finds the button to my pants and undoes it. He pulls off my jeans and then slips out of his own as well. He slides down his boxers and applies a generous amount of lube to both his member and my entrance. he repositioned himself over me and slowly started to insert his dick into me.
"You ok, fuckass?" he asks.
"Y-yeah," I manage. I've gotten used to him calling me fuckass. He inches all the way in and leans down, kissing me hard. I grow accustomed to the alien feeling and moan into the kiss. He begins to move in and out and I move to meet his thrusts. This is the best feeling in the world and I never want it to stop. He moves faster and harder.
"I'm close!" he exclaims. I can't speak so I only nod. He pulls out and his cum spills over my stomach. This puts me over the edge and mine mixes with his. He rolls over to lay next to me. He reaches down to the ground and picks up a towel. he wipes my stomach clean and kisses me once again.
"Maybe I am a homosexual after all," I smile and kiss back. We drift off cuddling.
So yeah, thats the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed! I'll update soon, don't worry;)