The first smutt I've ever written, so please cut me some slack...
John x Vriska, John x Karkat, in the future Karkat x Dave, Dave x Sollux (main pairing John x Karkat
Warning: Yaoi, Smutt, Cursing
I DO NOT OWN HOMESTUCK, ALL CREADIT GOES TO THE ALL MIGHTY HUSSIE!
Ch1. Recuperacoon
Be Karkat
John finally walked through the door at 12, I peer glairing eyes over the back of the couch, the only light in the room coming from the TV, 50 first dates was the only thing illuminating the figure by the door. Apparently he didn't even take into consideration a Trolls strong sense of smell, for fucks sake he wreaked of sex and the Spiderbitch, Vriska. Irritation pulsed through my veins, if looks could kill he would be dead. But of course John being John, the glair went right past him and he smiled back at me.
"Hay Karkat!" he speaks in an all to cheery tone. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to me. The scent of hormones was stronger now, increasing my anger.
"Fuckass." I snarl in reply, shifting over to the opposite end of the couch. He finally takes notice of my increasing irritation and gives me a worried look.
"Hay, I'm sorry I came back late. It's just Vriska wanted to grab a bite to eat after the movie, we lost track of time." He's lying through his bucked teeth. I shoot him another nasty glair.
"And apparently took the time to fuck like bunnies." I was practically seething. It wasn't fair, this situation wasn't fair. Why couldn't I have the happy ending I had so desperately hoped for? Truth be told I had been flushing for the awkward, buck-toothed human for a while. I even tried telling him about it, but the human turned me down saying 'I'm not a homosexual' whatever that fucking was, and just to add salt to the wounds he ended up going out with the bitchiest of all of the trolls, Vriska Serket.
John's face flamed red, his mouth hung gapping like a fish, "I-It's not li-"
"Don't you ever lie to me Egbert!" I snapped, my fists clenching and unclenching out of anger, and my eyes shooting daggers at him "Do you think me a lesser Troll because of my blood, nookwiff? Your whole body is practically radiating with the stench of sex." He was shifting uncomfortably on the other side of the couch and refused to make eye contact. Busted.
We remained in uncomfortable silence for a bit, the only sound coming from the movie projected on the TV screen. My anger went down slightly in that time, but it was still their.
"Look, it's not that I think of you as lesser, I don't even understand why your getting so upset about it." he looked over to me, hurt reflected in his eyes. I shoot him another glair as my anger spikes yet again.
How stupid is he? I turn to him, he just looks at me. "Insensitive little fucker." I say under my breath as I get up to abscond to my respite block.
He must have heard the comment, anger now dancing with his words as well, "How is it being insensitive!" he jumped up from his seat on the couch blocking my way.
I bear my fangs, and my stance turns defensive, "Move!" I growl out through gritted teeth. He doesn't make any sign of moving though, and in an effort to abscond I try pushing past him. It proves successful as I start to make my way out of the living room and to the hall. I make it to my room quickly, bitter tears threatening to spill from my eyes, my anger changing to a bitter sorrow.
When the door shuts behind me, I fall against it. Candy red tears drip from coal orbs, the pain of a heart ach was never an easy one to deal with. Crumpling to the hard wood flooring of my cold, dark respite block, I curl up and just cry. Somewhere off in the house, you could here the front door swing open and closed again. He left... He just left, he doesn't care about me, he never really has.
I feel a stronger pang of remorse tear through my heart, tears flow heavier, and a choked sob wreaked its way through my body. He fucked her... He really fucked her, I guess I always knew this would happen one day-I don't know. I guess that deep down inside my brain, I had hoped that there relationship wouldn't work-that he would actually return the same feelings I feel for him. Though I knew all this time that they would never be reciprocated.
My phone began to go off in my back pocket, the ring tone echoed throughout the room. The sad melody of "The world spins madly on" by the Weepies plays, making my heart ach even more. 'I woke up wishing I was dead, With an aching in my head. I lay motionless in bed. I thought of you, and where you gone. And let the world spin madly on' Why had I ever though that this would be a good ring tone!
I pull the offending device from were it lay in my back pocket and chuck it at the wall across the room. It didn't really do much, aside from leave a good sized dent in the wall by my recuperacoon. The phone doesn't stop ringing from its newly found place in the wall. Go figure the one time I throw my phone and actually want it to brake, it doesn't.
I sat there, in an attempt to recollect myself, I take deep breaths. I look back at the ringing phone, I pull myself up from my place by the door and pluck the phone from its perch in the wall. The screen flashes alerting me to the missed call, I don't bother checking who it was, and place it on my desk. Without another thought, I stripped myself naked and crawled into my recuperacoon. Soper slime provides the sweet escape I had been aching for, I am lulled to sleep by the warmth of the soper surrounding my body.
later on that night
My eyes cracked open to the sound of my door opening and closing, followed by some less than graceful sounding footsteps. In my groggy state of mind, I thought nothing of it. That is, until a head of a messy raven hair popped into the opening of my recuperacoon, plastic black framed glasses slipped off his face and plopped into the thick, green soper slime. It was, without a doubt, none other than John-fucking-Egbert. Using all of his less than graceful coordination he showed walking over here, he toppled in.
This almost instantly woke me up-FUCKING HELL I'M NAKED!
He didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he just plane didn't care. But Jegus Christ I sure as hell did!
"JOHN WHAT THE FU-hnn" I gasp, his hand brushed up against my inner thigh as he wadded through the slime.
"I am s-so *hic* so sorry! K-Karkat *hic*" He wreaked of booze, was he?
"John are you drunk?" his face was flushed scarlet, and he was a complete mess; minus the soper slime that now caked his cloths and body. He crawled over to me, backing me to one of the corners of the recuperacoon. My face matched his, as his arms wrapped around my thin waist. His head was resting on my chest. How could he be ok with this!? How could I be ok with this!?
"I'm such a h*hic*horrible person!" his tears dripping onto my bare chest, he shifted a bit so that he was straddling my hips. MY BARE FUCKING HIPS!
"J-john, what the fuck are you doing, I'm not decent!" his long, nimble fingers caressed the soft pink skin of my grub stripes. A soft moan escaped from my lips. If possible, the scarlet flush on my cheeks worsened.
He took notice, out of all the things he could have noticed, it was this! He looked me in the eyes, a glint of curiosity flitted across his face. He repeated the action, though now I was prepared, and I held it in. My body betrayed me, however, my eyes glossed over. In a rather week attempt to push him away, I shoved him again. This proved to be futile though, he just crawled over me again, this time pinning me to the soper covered wall of the recuperacoon. His legs straddling mine, his head leaned in closely, our eyes locked.
This was not happening, this was not happening, this was not happening! THIS. WAS. NOT. HAPPENING!
"K-Karkat *hic* ima tell y-you a *hic* a secrete," he leaned in a little bit more, our breath mingled. My blood pusher was going crazy, "I think*hic* your c-cute." he leaned in ever so slightly, our lips were so close, so god dam close! All I would have to do to get the kiss I had so disparately craved, was to move my head a fraction of an inch. That's all that was needed to get what every fiber of my being so desperately craved.
"J-j-john, y-your smashed off y-your ass! G-get the fuck o-" his lips crashed into mine, his tongue taking advantage of my open mouth, brushed and teased mine. One of his hands caressed the back of my neck, toying with the rusty black tresses of my hair. His other hand stayed at my side, rubbing soft and gentle circles on grub stripes, electing soft, sweet moans. My head was spinning. This was so incredibly wrong! Not that it wasn't nice, hell I was loving every sloppy, awkward moment of the rather steamy embrace. But if Vriska found out, she would have my head chopped off, taxidermiesed, and mounted on a wall for all to see!
My hands traveled up and down his back, eventually resting on his upper ass, toying with the thin fabric of his heir of breath t-shirt. I tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss. In a battle for dominance, he defiantly won. His curious tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, taking note of every sensitive spot, and figuring out just how to rub against it to make me gasp or moan. We broke apart after a wile, breathing heavily. A trail of saliva connecting our mouths.
His eyes roamed over my naked body, his hand traveled down my body, from my grub stripes to my inner thigh. I gasped, one of my hands leaving his butt to cover my mouth, muffling a breathy moan. His other hand traveled from the nape of my neck to the base of one of my nubby horns. I moan louder, waves of pleasure course through my body.
This could not be happening! Was he going to pail me? This was wrong, this was so horribly wrong! Though this was what I had wanted for what seems like one million sweeps, Vriska filled his redrom quadrant, and John could never hate me for me to even be considered his Kissmises. No matter how horrible the troll or human, cheating would still be wrong.
John's hand travels up my inner thigh and brushes up against my forming erection. Nimble fingers wrapped around its base, sliding nimbly up my shaft, rubbing circles just under its head, occasionally brushing his thumb over its tip. I let out another lustful moan, "Hnnngh, s-stop J-j-john, p-pl-please!" I cried out, pushing him off of me. He tumbled backwards, hurt etching itself across his face, "John, you aren't thinking strait. You're hammered. Get out of my respite block, and go to bed." as much as I hate to do this, it was what had to be done. If he were to continue any further, I probably wouldn't be able to resist him any longer.
"You didn't like it?" his eyes were sad, he looked completely crushed.
"No, it isn't like that, Egbert..." I sigh, "It's just you aren't in a right state of mind. If you really want me like that, the decision should be made when you're thinking clearly." my hand lifts his head up, so that we make eye contact, "I just don't want you to regret it..." he frowns.
"I guess you're right..."
"Now get out of my recuperecoon, and go the fuck to bed!"
So that's the first chapter, please tell me what you think :)
this was my first time writing anything smutty, so please cut me some slack if its terrible!