"Nah brother, you gotta be free with it. Like this."
Gamzee strummed the six strings lightly, his arms on top of Karkat's. He was sitting behind him, or rather below him. Karkat was on his lap and trying to figure out how to work his guitar.
"I don't fucking understand your neuron-shredding methods of playing such a goddamned simple instrument," Karkat replied indignantly, growing even more frustrated with Gamzee's way of explaining the right way to play his guitar.
"Just because ya don't understand it don't mean you gotta be so apprehensive, motherfucker," Gamzee added.
Karkat sighed.
"Fine."
"Alright. Now just do what I do."
Gamzee dragged his fingers over the chords and the guitar hummed hollowly, the noise reverberating through the wooden frame.
"You got it? How you just kinda-"
"Ugh, alright, alright! Just let me try!"
Gamzee pulled his hands away as Karkat gripped one hand on the thin end and the other hovered over the strings. He prepared himself for a few seconds before replicating exactly what Gamzee had done.
Before he could say 'I'm fucking done with this now', Gamzee laughed and leaned over Karkat's shoulder and turned the shorter's head towards himself. He craned his neck forward and gave him a light kiss.
Karkat blushed.
"What the hell was that for?" he said, raising his voice.
"Hey, no need to up and get all flustered, Karbro. That was just ya reward," Gamzee replied, smiling calmly.
Karkat rolled his eyes. That was all he got?
Wait.
What did he just think?
Oh Jesus, he scolded himself, Of fucking course my subconscious wants more than that.
The Cancer set the guitar down beside himself and shifted around in Gamzee's lap, cupping the clown's face in his hands and kissing him gently. Gamzee lazily wrapped his arms around the small of Karkat's back.
Karkat pulled away shyly. He still got very nervous about kissing Gamzee even after having been his boyfriend for four years.
Gamzee knew this about him.
"You're really good at that, y'know," Gamzee said, reaching a hand up and swiping Karkat's bangs away from his eyes. He leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
"What?" Karkat blushed, thinking that Gamzee meant kissing.
"Playin' guitar."
"Oh." Karkat leaned his head down onto Gamzee's shoulder and closing his eyes.
Gamzee smirked.
"And kissin'."
"Shut up."