He wasn't a virgin. Not any more. And he was fucked by the cutest, most innocent and insecure nerd that he's ever met.
And this lousy nerd just happens to be his boyfriend.
Well.
How about that?


WRECK


Gamzee Makara woke up the next morning compacted on a couch, half wrapped in a comforter, and his arms squished underneath an "incomplete body". Carefully wiggling his appendages free with out disturbing the sleeping Taurus, he sat up and yawned. Casually, he scratched his bare torso, then realized he was pretty much naked. Now why was...?

Oh.
Oooohhhh. Thats right.

Gamzee turned to the sleeping male with a grin and hugged him gently, giving a kiss to him on his plush cheek. In response, the other simply turned a bit in his sleep. A chuckle bubbled in his throat as his hand brushed through 17 year old's Mohawk lovingly, attempting to comfort him and enjoy the moment while he could.

An uncomfortable orange beam caused by the sun was blazing upon him, steaks of it slicing out between the closed curtains. The TV was still on, the main menu for Peter Pan on a tiresome loop of playing all night since they both must have fallen asleep at some point during the movie. Peering a little beyond the couch, he saw scattered pieces of popcorn and an empty bowel with a few kernels left. Though he could barely remember everything that happened last night, he could recall easily some of his favorite parts. A calming blush glowed on his cheeks as scratched his neck absent mindedly. Wow. It was great. He was with the boy he has been in love with since the beginning of the year. An actual thing! Gamzee let out a heart felt sigh at the thought and let it linger, but then beginning to take note of how intense and high the sun was, from what he could tell. It must have been at least 10 o'clock. That means its been about 9-ish hours since he was under any influence of the fluffy green drug.

With that in mind, he quietly struggled his way off the couch. He groggily found his way to Tav's room to locate his jacket. Inside its pockets would be a plastic bag of dark green herbs, a lighter, and a couple sheets of thick paper-like material. At the same time he also found his pajama pants to slip them on, since his boxers were nowhere in sight. He was a little upset that he didn't think about packing, but then again he was probably pretty fucked up to even think thaat he was going to spend the night, let alone too fucked up to really even think at all.

Taking the supplies, he navigated his way to a bathroom closing the door behind him very softly so he wouldn't take any chances of waking his partner in who was still resting on the couch. Opening a window and leaning out of it, in which he had to stand in the bathtub, he made sure the coast was clear before he prepared his delicacy. Take out a sheet of paper, put some of that green shit in there, lick and roll it up. Doing this was nearly second nature to Gamzee. Once he was finished, he took a lighter to the end of it, waited for a burn to catch, then inhaled the roll deeply. A familiar buzzing hummed in his head and a lighter feeling made him float. Sighing happily, he allowed the sensibility wash over him. Colors and sounds warped a little, but not too drastically. Gamzee knew his limitations, and besides, some of the effects weren't even that apparent anymore because he was use to the basic stuff. A bad habit, surely, but the 18 year old didn't really give two motherfucks. It made him happy and feel better, give the guy some credit. A few minutes passed of relaxing and smoking with a desire for food creeping on him until Gamzee jumped from a rapping on the bathroom door that sounded a lot louder than it should have been due to the blunt in hand.

"Uh, Gamzee?" Said a familiar voice through the door, "Are you in there?" The sudden interruption startled the nearly stoned clown, but he was able to maintain himself again.

"Yeah. Sorry bro, I'm just takin' care of some stuff." He hollered back in a calm manner.

"Are, uh," The small voice cleared its throat, "Are you smoking? As in, are you high?"

"Maaaayyyybeeee."

"Oh, Gamzee," Sighed the groggy voice from behind the door, "I'm coming in." With that, the door swung open gently and revealed Gamzee's boyfriend. This boyfriend of his would be Tavros Nitram, and boy, does Gamzee love him. Tavros was half naked, with only his boxers on and ruffled hair. Those chocolate brown eyes stared up at the equally naked other in concern. Gamzee simply smiled and climbed onto the wheel chair, straddling the other.

"Want some?" Gamzee said, pushing the joint in front of the shorter one's mouth.

"W-What?! Jesus Christ no! That stuff is terrible!"

"Aww, c'mon. Just once? It ain't that bad. And them meth commercials are way too motherfuckin' exaggerated. So please?" He pouted, leaning down to push his forehead against Tav's.

"No, Gamzee. No. I have no interest in, uh, that."

Gamzee just shrugged, straightened his back, and used his free hand to play with Tavros's mohawk.

"Geez, Gamzee, d-don't you uh, don't you know that, weed is bad for you?"

"Not as far as I'd like to think." Gamzee smiled, taking another drag and blowing it upwards.

"Hey, no! Don't blow it into my house!"

"Aw, don't worry about it! The stink ain't gonna be obvious. Not for now, at least. You can febreeze that shit or something."

"Uhg," Tavros groaned, folding his arms, "I just don't like it when you, uh, do this. It's really.. Bad for you." With the last comment, Tavros hooked his thumbs in Gamzee's pajama pants and pushed head into Gamzee's stomach. It was clear that Tavros was concerned about Gamzee, and he felt really guilty. He began to lovingly stroke Tav's hair, making as puppy dog face.

"I'm sorry, Tavrbro. But... If I don't have my dope then, well, shit'll get ugly." The Taurus only hummed in response, arms now wrapping around Gamzee's waist.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Tavros muttered. Gamzee pouted as he leaned over to set the bud down on the sink counter, then used his hands to do something better and hold the smaller one against his body.

"Sshh, it's ok. I'm alright, bro. Don't worry your cute little head. This is how I am, and you shouldn't all up and stress 'bout it."

"I can't help it," he whimpered, tone beginning to increase in urgency, "Gamzee, I know this is you, but you have to stop! You could die!" Tav snapped his head up and stared at Gamzee with eyes of all seriousness. Usually, the clown would brush off such a comment, but, this was Tavros here! How could he deny this adorable kid's request? Gamzee chewed the inside of his cheek and looked down, guilty of his habits. He chose to stay silent in response. Yet again, another sigh came from the younger teen.

"Gamzee... N-Nevermind. It's ok. I'm j-just being, a goody-two-shoe over here. Lets just, have something to eat. I'm kinda hungry." Tavros swallowed and blushed slightly at the following request, "Do you think you can make us something? You're really good at cooking. So long as you don't, uh, put anything in my food..." A grin stretched across Gamzee's face at the change of the subject.

"Of course, bro!" Gamzee scrambled out of the chair and remembered that it would be a good idea to put out the burning marijuana roll before he forgets, then dusted it off in a pile with all of his other things. Once that was settled, he nudged Tavros out of the bathroom and into the kitchen so they could figure out what to eat. Eventually, they settled on chocolate-chip banana pancakes. And since Tav had one of those giant skillets, Gamzee was going all out in size. Being the baker that he is, he once again found himself instructing Tavros to locate and pull out all the necessary ingredients.

"Uh, Gamzee? I can't.." Gamzee turns around from the refrigerator trying to find the eggs when he see Tavros was having trouble getting something from one of the top shelves, "H-Help?" He asks modestly, pointing at the bag of flower. He let out a husky chuckle as he easily reached up without even trying to grasp the large bag and set it on the counter. Mr. Makara was monstrous in height and was skinny like a twig which made him seem even taller. It amazed Tavros how tree-like he was, especially now since he's looking at him at a whole new perspective.

"Uh, sorry, thanks." Tavros says shortly, fumbling with his thumbs.

"Sorry for what, brother? Ain't nothin to be sorry for. You say that a lot." He rambled, checking the flour for the expiration date. He could have sworn the numbers were letters because of his current state of mind, but his sight came in focus when he squinted his eyes.

"Sorry, err-! Sor-!" A blazing red coming across his face, Tavros clamped his mouth his hands before he would start an endless string of 'sorry's. Gamzee laughed again, setting the bag of flour back on the counter, then taking a pinch of it to be sprinkled on Tavros. "H-Hey!" he cries, dusting the flour off his shoulder. Face scrunched up in a cute angry expression, Tavros reaches over to do the same to Gamzee, only his portion was a little larger.

Oh hell no.
Shit just got mother fucking real all up in this bitch.
With in seconds, Tavros and Gamzee are in a floury fight, poofs of white dirtying their hair and whatever clothes they were wearing. The house was filled with pure laughter as the two fought intensely. Eventually, both of them had a nice dusting of flour all over their body- Gamzee on the floor howling with laughter and Tavros doing the same as he wiped little beads of tears from the corners of his eyes because he was laughing so hard. Slowly, it died down and they leaned towards each other, meeting half way for a few chaste kisses; sweet and meaningful.

The rest of the day, Gamzee and Tavros got ready to go out and hang around. They went over to a little small-business town that had narrow homes and multiple antique stores. Basically, they both had an adorable, soothing date of window shopping.

The combination of those two were odd- the innocent and crippled school boy, and the dark, creepy stoner guy who looked like a Juggalo. Which he denies he is everytime someone asked. Honestly, why can't a guy act like a clown and drink Faygo without being questioned?

Either way, the two just strolled along a strip mall that looked like Eridan, the hispter king that he is, practically designed the entire place. Independent clothing lines scattered between record stores and a rare toy shop. There were also a handful of antique shops around the strip mall, and the boyfriends popped their head in nearly every store. When Tavros and Gamzee entered an antique shop, they would browse the place high and low for anything that could spark their interest as they tried to avoid breaking anything with Tavbro's bulky wheel chair. Toy shops were fun to hang out in and the two would always screw around in the place with various toys without being disrespectful to the customers around them. Gamzee stopped by a record shop to search for a certain vinyl that had some indie-rock songs but also a sore thumb of an artist: ICP. Though he always denied being apart of the obnoxious Juggalo posse, he would absent mindedly act and look like one without even trying.

Around two, they grabbed a bite to eat at a cafe, then returned to Tavros's house around 5:30ish. And Gamzee, being either a gentleman or a rich dumbass, took care of any expenses along the way of course. Finance wasn't really his concern, its not like he was doing anything with this money anyway. Aside from buying marijuana- but that's another story.

Both of them really enjoyed themselves, especially Tavros since this was his first date with a guy. This was different from all the other dates he's ever had. With girls, he had to put up some silly gentlemen act, watching what he says and what he does, trying to follow some weird sub-conscience hand book to impress whatever female he was with. But with Gamzee? He had no restraints. He could say whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and wasn't afraid of being judged or potentially messing up. Gamzee was that cool kind of laid back guy. Tavros fell in love with that quality of his.

The sun began to set behind the mountains before the two realized the sky was turning a deep periwinkle blue and the clouds refelcted a hot, gradient spectrum of reds and oranges. It was a signal that it was time for them to leave back for the house. Gamzee was a little tired of walking, so they too a short bus ride back to Tavros's place.

As the two entered the house, they were pooped. Gamzee plopped down on to the couch and leaned his head back into the comfortable cushions, allowing his eyes to fall shut. As he did so, he heard Tavros squirm out of his wheel chair, then felt a familiar pressure on his lap. It was Tavros's head.

"That was the most fun I've had in a long time." Tav chuckled. Then Gamzee looked down at the cripple with a frown and a blush.

"Better than last night?" He questioned in genuine concern. Tavros turned the same color as the teen and looked around before answering.

"Uh, w-well, no I mean," he swallowed, "I loved, last night, more than anything. And not just the, uh, c-certain parts, but- all of it, y'know?" Tavros fumbled with his fingers and looked straight into the purple irises of Gamzee. Giving a warm look without even smiling found relief in the words, his hand folllowed by wrappinh around Tav's face, and the other responded by nuzzling into his palm. Quietly and gracefully, Gamzee leaned down and kiss those adorable lips, caressing the back of his head. Tavros wrapped his arms around the stoners neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. After a few moments of smooching and such, Gamzee pulled away and chuckled.

He was so happy.
He was just so damn happy.

Tavros grinned as he brushed his fingers through the murky dyed hair. He stopped when he saw the roots that were... Golden? What?

"Gamzee? You're... You're blonde?" Tavros asked, sitting up to squirm around and look closer. Gamzee just twisted his mouth to the side.

"Yeeeaaah? So?" He puckered his lips at this last word.

"I-I thought you were, I dunno, a brunette or something!"

"Nah. I just all up and dye m'hair a lot." He nodded, "Why? My roots showin or something like that? Shit-" he pulled out his iPhone, that he probably didn't need in the first place, and used the camera feature to examine his hair. Tugging his strands upwards, Gamzee saw the obvious inch of blonde that faded from his locks. He sighed and hunched his back, mumbling, "I need to dye my hair again."

"But," Tavros sucked his lips in, then continued, "But you look good with blonde hair." At the comment, Gamzee snapped up with a slight shocked and skeptical face.

"You think? I always hated it. Thought it looked weird." He grumbled, tossing his hair to the side.

"No, I really like it. You, uh, y-you look..." Another hard swallow came from Tav's throat, "Hot." He stated shortly. A flourishing red filled Gamzee's cheeks, and his eyes widened, along with his smile.

"Think so?"

"Y-Yeah."

At the confirmation, Gamzee grinned and hugged the smaller body. "Ok, I'll let my hair grow out. Not like I already was, but like, when its long enough- I'll cut off the purple."

"Wha? You don't have to! For, me, that is.."

"I'll do anything for you, Tavbro. 'Cause I love you!" He said bluntly, giving another squeeze on Tavros. Succumbing to Gamzee's joy, the Hispanic teen said,

"I-I love you, too."

And just like that, the two were off to a beautiful start. Their relationship so perfect, it was as if God *cough Hussie cough* himself had arranged it in the stars. They were perfect. And everything in that moment was perfect. Beautiful like a glass figure that gleamed in the sunlight.

But let's not forget-

glass breaks very easily.