Last First Kiss

Chapter Two

Tavros rolled out of the school, making his way to where Gamzee was standing, zoning out. Tavros blushed in glee as he thought of the fun they'd be having. Wait! No! Not THAT kind of fun! You sick bastards! Anyway, he knew that he usually rejected Gamzee's offer, he often had night terrors, but he really wanted to have a serious conversation with the Juggalo. He let Gamzee zone for a few more minutes before clearing his throat. "Uh, hey, Gamzee!"

The clowns head snapped down and he grinned wildly. "Hey, motherfucker." Tavros returned the smile and gently took Gamzee's backpack from his clenched hands. He set the bag on his lap, a little worried. "Thanks, Tavbro. It was getting all up and motherfucking heavy."

"Heh, I thought it was." He paused and looked into Gamzee's eyes, staring at his pupils. "Uh, Gamzee?"

"Yeah, Tavbro?" the capricorn walked around Tavros' chair and started pushing the cripple out of the parking lot. Tavros leaned forward in his chair, keeping away from Gamzee's hands. Gamzee laughed at the boy. "Don't up and motherfucking worry, bro. I popped a pill before you got here." Tavros relaxed into the seat.

"Hey, uh, Gam? I was wondering if we could have a serious conversation? If, uh, that's okay." He blushed. Smooth, Tavros. Rufioh would be proud. You dumbass.

"Sure, motherfucker. We can all up and rift somethin' serious." Gamzee smiled and started pushing up a hill, grunting with effort. "Motherfuck, why do I live up on this hill? Kills all the motherfucking miracles." Tavros stayed silent and took control of his chair. With some effort, both him and Gamzee got the chair up the hill.

"Thanks for pushing me, Gamzee." Tavros blushed and smiled. I think I'm gonna tell him. I might actually do it.

"You're so motherfucking cute, Tavbro," Gamzee said bluntly. Tavros blushed. Sure, Gamzee had called him cute before, but never like that with the little tilt at the end of his sentence. Never looking him straight in the eyes. Tavros' face flared read, and he looked away from Gamzee's unwavering gaze, flustered. "I mean it, bro. You're cute as a kitten." Tavros look back to the violet eyes and the easy smile returned. Tavros sighed and started wheeling himself to Gamzee's front door. The tall stoner followed behind, chuckling to himself. He picked up the chair with Tavros in it and carried him inside. "Alright, motherfucker, you all good?"

Tavros nodded and smiled. "So, uh, what do you want to do?" Gamzee chuckled and mussed his mohawk, then he left to room. Tavros sat there, patient and used to his friend's antics, waiting. Gamzee came back, hiding his hands behind him.

"Pick a motherfucking hand." Tavros pointed towards his left hand and Gamzee pulled out Connect 4. "Hell yeah!"

Tavros laughed and watched Gamzee set up the game board, amused by his excitement. He rolled himself over to the table and said calmly, "I call red." Gamzee's appalled face mad him laugh. The tall stoner passed over the red chips and pouted. "Fire comes before smoke, right?" Tavros asked.

Gamzee nodded and then smiled. "Wanna up and make this more interesting, motherfucker?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" Tavros watched as Gamzee ran out of the room, eyes widen with worry. What could Gamzee be planning? The stoner came back, grinning like the cheshire cat. He held two bottles of hair dye in his hands, one pure, on light brown.

"If I lose, I'll dye my hair this here brown. If you lose, you up and dye it purple." He saw Tavros gulp, but the idea was already in his mind. Tavros sighed and nodded, knowing that both their heads would be dyed by the end of the night. Gamzee set the dyes down, sitting across from Tavros.

The cripple shakily put his first piece into a hole, the slot right in the middle. The game was on.

They both calmly took turns, poker faces on, though. Gamzee had an easy smile. Finally, it was the do-or-die move. They both had two pieces left, and Gamzee's hand moved towards the slot, dropping the chip in. "FUCK YES!" he yelled, jumping up excitedly.

Tavros facepalmed. He should've known that Gamzee would win. Even if the Juggalo was always high, he really paid attention to detail. The cripple covered his face with his hands. "Just do it."

Gamzee's strong arms started pushing him after dropping the two boxes in his lap. Tavros sighed and wondered if Vriska would attack him for having a purple mohawk. She probably would. Vriska wasn't very nice. Tavros blushed, remembering that drunken night he had with her. All they did was kiss, but it was enough to make her hate him. But she always harbored a small crush on the cripple. I must be a really bad kisser. Tavros giggled and paled as he felt the cool liquid being teased through his hair.

Gamzee felt Tavros tense and smiled. "No worries, Tavbro. You're gonna look motherfucking sweet." He poured more hair dye on his hand and massaged it through Tavros' mohawk, trying to calm the boy down. This was the best idea he had in a while.

Tavros sighed and relaxed into Gamzee's hand. He figured it was as good a time as any. "Hey, uh, Gamzee?"

"Yeah, Tavbro?" Gamzee smiled and kept dying Tavros' hair, slicking it back with dye. He'd do his next or have Tavros do it. "Hey bro, can you all up and work it into my hair?"

Tavros nodded and reached for Gamzee's hair brush. He gestured to the spot in front of him, waiting for Gamzee to sit. Once the tall male did, Tavros started the chore of brushing his tangled mess of hair. He ran his hand on Gamzee's head and pulled the brush through, getting stuck on tangles. He sighed and moved the brush to the end, taking his time to brush. "Uh, do you have a, uh, crush on anyone?"

Gamzee had been leaning against Tavros' knees, but he tried to move away as Tavros asked. The paraplegic's hands held him back though, making it impossible for Gamzee to see his face. "Uh, I guess so, motherfucker. What up and brought this on?"

Tavros bit his lip at Gamzee's answer, still brushing the taller man's hair. He was about halfway done, and Gamzee's seemingly untamable hair was falling flat. "Uh, no reason really. It's not important."

Gamzee reached a comforting hand up and patted Tavros' knee. "You can all up and motherfucking tell me."

Tavros blushed and sighed, his hand stilling. "Well, who do you have a crush on?" His voice was hopeful, but he knew that he wasn't Gamzee's first choice to have slept over, but he was glad he came to mind.

Gamzee sucked in a breath. "How 'bout we motherfuckin' start dying my hair?" He heard Tavros' affirmative grunt. After a few minutes of silence, they boy felt a cool liquid drip onto his hair, followed by a pair of tentative hands, massaging his scalp. He sighed into the feeling and leaned back onto Tavros' legs. Tavros giggled and continued putting the dye in his hair, taking his time to enjoy the cuteness. "Why do you all up and motherfucking want to know?"

Tavros sighed, his confidence on the subject of plummeting. "I, uh, you don't have to tell me."

Gamzee chuckled and patted Tavros' leg again. "It's you, Tavbro."

**kisses and disses**

Dave held a sleeping John on his shoulder. They had been in the cemetery for two hours, and John had bawled himself to sleep on Dave. Said boy laid John down on his lap, stroking his hair. Dave stared at his sleeping face, memorizing the details. His eyes traced over his lips, up his jaw and around his ears, finally landing on John's blue eyes. They were wide open, staring at him curiously. John spoke in nothing above a whisper. "Dave, we skipped class."

Dave chuckled. Of course that's what Egbert would think about now. "I know, dude. C'mon. Let's go home." He started to stand up, but was stopped by John's hand on his face. "What's up?"

John smiled tiredly. "Carry me?" Dave stared down at him, looking through his shades. "C'mon Dave, Just carry me!" Dave sighed and picked John up, bridal style.

"Good thing you're so small. I can carry you easy enough." He felt a light tap on his head and assumed that John had hit him. He walked over to his bike, setting John on the motorcycle as he leaned down to get the helmet. John took the helmet from him and put it on, groaning. Dave got on the bike and handed him the blue back pack. John tiredly put it on, waiting for Dave to start the bike. As soon as the blonde did, John wrapped his arms tightly around Dave as he laid against him, clutching the back pack. Dave turned around in the cemetery, leaving and heading towards John's house. He sped up, trying to get there before John could fall asleep again. That wouldn't be a good situation. Damn, I should've brought the car. John nuzzled his head into Dave's shoulder, slowly waking up as the bike's speed increased.

Dave smirked as he flet John nuzzle him. That had been the reason for the motorcycle. He remembered the first time him and John and ridden it. The boy had been terrified, hiding his face in Dave's back. Dave laughed at the memory, he had such an adorkable derp as a friend. He turned a corner, leaning his body into it. John squealed, like he always did, but leaned along with him.

They finally pulled into John's driveway, parking near the white house. John jumped off the bike, grinning. He grabbed Dave's arm, pulling him towards the front door. He took his keys out of his pocket, slipping them into the lock and walking inside. Dave followed, shaking his head. Such a dweeb. The coolkid followed behind John, checking out his house. John hadn't cleaned his house in a week, and Dave sighed, knowing he'd have to help the brunette clean. They walked into John's kitchen, throwing their backpacks by the back door.

Dave made his way over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out and apple juice. He poked a hole in the juice box and stuck the straw in, taking a drag from it. He sighed as the liquid ran down his throat. He turned back around, facing the kitchen. John was staring at him, his eyebrow raised. "What the hell are you doing?"

Dave chuckled. "Dude, don't diss the aj."

John sighed and shook his head. "Dave, I only buy apple juice for you. " He heard Dave gasp dramatically and he shook his head again. "I just don't see the ap-" he was cut off by Dave crossing the kitchen and sticking the straw between between his lips.

"Suck." John blushed at the sexual tone in Dave's voice, but did as he was commanded. As soon as he stopped drinking, Dave pulled the juice box away, hiding a grin. John swallowed the liquid, still blushing. He looked at everything but Dave, eventually walking away from the situation. He started looking through his cabinets, searching for food. He pulled out a box of cake mix, staring at it before he got an idea.

Dave walked into John's living room, throwing himself on the couch. He stared at his juice box, picturing the way John's mouth looked around it. He stared at it for a good five minutes before he realized that John hadn't come into the living room. He got up off the couch, groaning as he moved his way into the kitchen. He walked in to John wearing an apron, standing over a bowl with cake mix, reading the box. "Whatcha doing, Egbert?"

John looked up in shock, almost dropping the box. He hadn't heard Dave come in. "Making a cake."

Dave stared at him behind his shades. He saw the sadness in John's eyes. "Do you want some help?" John nodded excitedly and Dave walked over to him. Together, they mixed the batter and put it in the oven. They set the timer and sat down in front of the stove, waiting for it to cook. "Remember helping your dad bake when we were kids?"

John stared at the oven, feeling the heat come off it. "Yeah." He leaned his head on Dave's shoulder as they watched the cake bake. Dave shifted slightly, reaching onto the counter, bring his hand down quickly so John couldn't see it. The brunette had closed his eyes, so he didn't see Dave's hand hover over his head, holding an cracked the egg over John's head, covering the boy in yoke and egg white. John's eyes snapped open and Dave jumped up, moving way from John with his hands raised. He was laughing so hard, his face was red. John glared at him, wiping the egg off his head, he grabbed the vegetable oik, pouring some in his hand.

"Dude. Don't. John, seriously."

"Sorry Dave. Payback's a bitch." He threw the handful of liquid at Dave, soaking him. Dave gasped and froze, staring at John, who was blushing from anger. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. Dave clutched his stomach, his laughter ringing throughout the house. John gasped for breath, his laughter going silent from its intensity.

After a few minutes of laughing, they both calmed down, sitting on the floor with their back together. "Dude, you smell like egg."

"And who's fault is that?" John sighed, his head hitting the back of Dave's neck. Suddenly, the timer dinged and both boys jumped up. John ran to grab the oven mitts as Dave opened the oven, airing it out. They managed to get the cake out before it burned, high-fiving at their achievement. Dave slung an arm around John's shoulder, pulling the boy into the bathroom. he started the water in the bath, pushing John's body over into it. "What the hell?"

"Dude. Cleaning the egg out of your hair. You smell so bad." Dave chuckled as John handed him his thick black glasses. Dave grabbed the shampoo and put a tone on his hands, rubbing it through John's hair. The brunette sighed, relaxing at the touch. It reminded him of his dad bathing him when he was a kid. Dave rinsed the shampoo out and walked out of the bathroom to grab John a towel. He leaned against the wall, groaning as he thought of John, leaning into the bath, waiting for him. He ran his hands through his hair angrily. Dude. Get it together. He's your bro. Your STRAIGHT AS HELL bro. Don't fuck this up, Strider. He's your best friend. Don't scare him away. He shook his head and smoothed out his hair, retrieving a towel from the hall closet. As he walked into the bathroom, he threw the towel on John's head, leaning against the wall.

The brunette dried his head off, turning to grin at the stoic boy against the hall. Dave, however, didn't smile back, he was lost in thought. John pouted and stared at him, waiting for Dave to get out of his head. Dave was stuck in his thoughts about John.

The way the brunette laughed, smiled, walked and the clumsy way he ran in gym class. The thoughts ran through his head, one after the other. Dave realized that when someone asked him to describe John, he wouldn't say his best friend. He's my other half. He was shocked out of his thoughts and back into reality by that. His eyes met John's and he blushed. "Sorry."

John chuckled. "Dude, clean up. You smell like cooking oil." Dave flipped him off and huffed out of the room. He slipped his shirt off as he walked down the hallway.

"Oh, Egbert, I'm stealing a shirt." John protested but Dave shut his bedroom door, smirking. He walked over to John's dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He kept extra clothes in there for two reasons. In cases like this and they comforted John. It was a plus that the dork looked cute in them. He opened the door to leave the room, but fell back as John toppled onto him. He raised a eyebrow but wrapped his arms around the brunette. "Oh, darling, are you alright?"

"Dear, I was swooning at the sight of your face." John stared up at him through his thick, dark lashes. Dave couldn't hold himself back any longer, he leaned in and placed a kiss on the shorter boy's pink lips. He heard the other gasp and start to pull away, but hands were suddenly grabbing the back of his neck to him closer and deepen the kiss. His arms tightened around John and he leaned in more to make it easier on him. He got fed up with leaning and picked the brunette up, carrying him over to the bed. His shins. hit the mattress and he dropped John, pushing him down and laying over him. He licked John's lips, hoping for entrance, and the brunette eagerly permitted it.

Dave's tongue explored John's mouth, eagerly finding out every spot that would make him moan. He pulled away, gasping for breath and staring down into John's eyes. His shades must've been removed at some point during the kiss, bit he didn't mind. Red eyes met blue and they shared a smile. "You...you kissed me," John stuttered.

Dave grinned, resting his head on his hand. "You kissed back."

John blushed. "Well...fuck you."

"You seem to want to." Dave winked a red eye, enjoying John's nervous giggle. "Dude, really?"

"What?"

"You don't get it?"

"Get what?"

"You fucking derp. I have a crush on you." Dave sat up and turned away from John, staring at the wall.

John squeaked. "You do?"

Fuck. Good job. Scare him away, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you? "Yeah...I do."

He expected John to get mad. He expected him to storm out of the room and kick him out. What he didn't expect was the derp's arms around his waist and a peck on the cheek. "I like you, too."

**kisses and disses**

Sollux blinked behind his glasses, shocked that he had done that. Karkat wasn't looking at him, but they had both sat down at the table in the library. The asian was trying to figure out what to say to the boy he had kissed, but didn't know what could possibly make things right. "KK...that wath a big mithtake."

"Why?" Karkat's eyes glanced at him, but wandered back down to the sketchpad in his lap. His pencil was moving rapidly across the page and he was biting his lip.

"You jutht got over a break up and I totally took advantage of that. I'm thorry. I should have athked if you were alright with it before I did anything. And now I ruined our planth and I'm really thorry." Karkat stared at him with wide eyes.

"Our plans are ruined?" He bit his lip. "I thought...you were disgusted with what you did and that's why were hanging around!" He blushed, clearly guessing wrong. "If it helps, I didn't mind."

Sollux stared at Karkat, clearly confused. "You...didn't?"

"No, you dumbass! I fucking didn't!" He glared at Sollux. "If I did, I would'e fucking hit you by now! Ugh!"

"I have a fucking cruth on you, and you don't mind?"

"No! I fucking like you, too! Jesus, Sollux!" Karkat stared down at his sketchpad, flushing a bright red. Sollux gaped at him. "What? It's not like we're going to date. I mean...Terezi and I broke up today! We have to wait at least a week."

Sollux paled and stood up. "Let'th get going." He started walking out of the library. Karkat scrambled to catch up. They made their way silently to Sollux's mustard-yellow car. The seats were red and blue leather, a gift for his sixteenth birthday. He sat in the driver's seat, buckling up automatically. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as Karkat got in, showing his discomfort.

They silently drove to Karkat's house, the red-eyed boy shrinking in his seat as they reached it. "Well...thanks for the ride." He slowly unbuckled and opened the door. They heard yelling coming from inside the house and Sollux sighed.

"Athhole, get back in. You can thtay at my plathe tonight." Karkat closed the car door and Sollux took off in the direction of his house. Pull yourthelf together, Thollux. Jutht talk to him. "Tho...KK, um, about the kith..."

"Don't worry. I don't blame you. I don't understand WHY, but I don't blame you."

Sollux stared straight ahead, pulling out to the roadside so he could face Karkat. "Jethuth! You're tho denth. I LIKE you." He didn't look at Karkat's face. Couldn't force himself to. He heard a gasp and glanced over, seeing the boy blush. "I kithed you becauthe I didn't to thee you hurt. I jutht couldn't th-" he was cut off by feverish lips pressing themselves against his own. Karkat kissed him with a wet face and heated passion. They boy had been crying before he kissed the asian. Sollux blushed as he pulled away, staring wide-eyed behind his glasses.

"Let's go to your place and talk more, okay?" Karkat turned and stared out the window, a bit tense.

Sollux pulled back onto the road, shaking a little. They made it home in one piece and Sollux grabbed Karkat's hand, pulling him up into the house and into his bedroom. As soon as they made it into the extension-cord-disaster, explosion waiting to happen room, the shorter boy's hands were tangled in the asian's long hair and was placing heated kisses on the other. Sollux grabbed his hips, lifting him up and leaning against the door for balance. They both moaned into the kiss, pulling away a few minutes into it. Karkat attacked Sollux's neck, kissing it gently. The brunette sucked gently on the asian's neck, giggling slightly. Sollux gasped and tightened his grip on Karkat, hoping he wouldn't drop the boy.

Suddenly, Karkat froze. He pulled away from Sollux's neck, staring with wide eyes. Sollux smiled and pecked his lips, blushing slightly. "KK...I like you a lot."

"I...like you too," the brunette admitted.

Sollux chewed his lip. "Tho...are we...boyfriendth or thomething?"

Karkat nodded. "I'd really like that." Sollux blushed happily. "But we can't."

"What? Why not?" His eyes showed hurt.

"I just got out of a relationship today! You can't expect me to be over that already!"

Sollux gaped and placed Karkat on the floor. "KK...are you thure?" Pleathe thay you're kidding. Pleathe. Pleathe. PLEATHE!"

Karkat sighed. "Yeah. I like you Sollux, but..." Sollux turned and placed his hand on the door knob. "I do!" He opened the door. "Just, I c- hey, where are you going?"

Sollux turned and forced a smile. "Don't worry KK, I'll be right back." He walked out of the room quickly, leaving a confused Karkat behind. Sollux ran down the hallway to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. He opened his medicine cabinet and bit his lip, reaching up for a pill bottle. He turned the cap and tipped it upside down over the counter. Out clattered a razor blade. KK ithn't the only one with a problem.

Sollux was the type that cute at least once a day. He saw no joy in anything except computers. Karkat was the first thing that really made him happy after Aradia died from overdosing herself with anti-depressants.

He picked up the razor and set it on his wrist. He hissed as it pressed into his skin, drawing blood. The red liquid dripped down his arm, drawing a pattern over the skin. Like a painting. He slid the razor across and off his wrist and heard the TV click on in his room. He placed the razor higher up on his arm, making another cut. Then, he slapped the razor on the counter, tears leaking out of his eyes. Unlovable.

A few minutes later, he had calmed down a little bit. His head cleared enough to let him know that he had to clean up the blood-covered counter. He wiped it down, then soaked his arm under the running water. He wrapped his arm in a bandage and sighed, starting at himself in the mirror. His face was puffy and red, but a few splashes of water fixed that. He forced a smile and walked back to his room. Karkat's head snapped to the door and a relieved sigh left his lips. "Oh, thank God!"

"Heh. Worried, KK?" Sollux walked over to his bed and sat next to the shorter boy, keeping a foot of distance between them. Karkat looked at him from the corner of his eye but didn't say anything. Sollux stared at the screen, hoping Karkat wouldn't notice his discomfort.

The next was full of awkward silence that was filled by the sounds on the television. Finally, Karkat broke the silence. "Sollux...are you okay?"

"Of couthe, why wouldn't I be okay? Jutht becauthe my heart got broken doethn't mean I have to cry." He faced away from Karkat, his legs on the floor as he leaned on his hands.

He hoped Karkat would comfort him. Hoped the short boy would wrap his tiny arms around him and tell him that he's loved. He hoped there would be some sort of comfort.

Sollux felt the bed shirt and his heart leaped our of his chest. He heard quiet footsteps and held his breath. But the door opened and closed. There was only silence.

**kisses and disses**