AN: Hay I'm sorry it took me so long to upload the next chapter. I've been really busy with school stuff, like MCAS, and I got cast in a play with a main role a month before we went on stage; so I had to be completely devoted to memorizing my lines. I hope you can forgive me!
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!
Ch2. What the Actual FUCK Strider?
John left early that morning for work, so I had the whole house to myself. I try to keep my mind from wandering to last nights events, hoping John was too drunk to remember. I left his glasses on the counter, cleaned from all soper that previously coated it's lenses. Maybe he would think he left them there last night? Fuck I could only hope.
I resumed my normal daily routine of cleaning up the house and watching my soap operas, mainly watching my soap operas. The house was pretty ok, not OCD clean; more like two 18 year old sexually frustrated boys lived there, kind of clean. Ok, so it wasn't all that clean, but fuck was I not in the mood to fix that at this very moment. I was far too preoccupied with my soaps to really give any shits about it. I could get around to cleaning latter, surly it could wait till this episode of Grey's Anatomy was over?
I shifted around in my seat until I finally decided lying upside-down was my best option, propping my feet on the head rest of the couch. Yes, this was comfortable. Because nothing said comfortable like all the blood in your body rushing to your face. Nothing.
I hope Vriska doesn't find out about last night. Even though it wasn't even my fault, I already know she would place full blame on me somehow. Maybe it was? I did kind of start the fight we got into, leading him to get drunk as hell.
Who am I kidding, it was so her fault! She was the one who fucked him and sent him home! Probably to fuck with my head too, she was always doing shitty things like that! I wasn't stupid, but neither was she. She new exactly how I felt about him, everyone did! She was toying with me like a fucking spider with its prey! Actually, no, I wont give her the satisfaction of referring to her as a spider! She doesn't deserve it!
Maybe, in a way, she got what was coming to her!? Though I knew just how dumb it was to mess with her, I kind of wished she new! The fucker deserved every ounce of heart ach she dished out! She deserves absolutely NO pity, nor will she get any sympathy!
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone began to ring from its place on the coffee table, I reached for the noisy device and answered it.
"What could you possibly want that's so important you though you could interrupt my me time?"
"Please, Vant-ass, your body is practically becoming one with your god dam couch and watching Gay's Anatomy. Now go to your front door and let me in, its bitchtits cold out here." came the pompous voice of none other that Dave-fucking-Strider.
"It's Grey's Anatomy fuckass!" I bite back, "What in your apparently dented think pan would make you think I would let you in?" there was a long pause on the other end, followed by some shuffling muffled by the static of the phone line.
"Ok, here are your options. Either A: you open the door and let me in, and get the privilege of chilling with this hunk of man candy all day; or B: you don't open the door and I break one of the windows in the front of your house with this rock, crawl threw it, and fucking sit on you all afternoon wile deleting all of your recordings. Your pick, Crab cakes." I growl at the shitty nickname.
Great. Fucking fabulous! "Fine." I grumble over the phone line, hanging up.
This is just the opposite of how I wanted today going. I already had enough to worry about, let alone add a Strider to the god dam equation! This week just will not relent, will it?
I roll over and clime off the couch, pausing for a moment as the blood rushed from my face to the rest of my body, and make my way to the door were a shivering dushbag awaited to be let in. Reluctantly, I open the door.
To my ever growing dismay, right there on the front stoop of mine and Johns house was the king of absolute douchebaggary, in all his glorified shit sprinkling doucheyness. He is quick to shove past me and make his way into the house; placing a dull grey, dirt caked, mossy rock in my hands, "Why don't you take this off my hands," he paused, as if contemplating something; at the same time shrugging his jacket off, "It brings out your eyes." he hooked his coat on one of the pegs by the door and kicked his shoes off.
I look at the rock for a second, tossing the thought of hitting him in the face with it out of my head. I could if I wanted to, though I don't think John would quite appreciate me caving his best friend's face in with a rock. I toss the rock back out into the front lawn, hopping all too much that one day, the awkwardly placed stone would be somebody's downfall, literally hoping it would trip somebody. I shut the front door.
"What the ever-loving FUCK did you want?" I direct my attention to the 'too-cool-for-school' blond asshole that was now making himself comfy on my spot of the couch, propping his no doubt smelly feet up on the coffee table.
"Well I tried calling last night, but somebody didn't answer," be began flipping through the channels, there goes any hope of finishing the fucking episode I was on, "Sollux is spending the day with Eridan, something about going to the mall and chilling. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention." he settled on some shitty earth human music channel, "So I figured I would bless your day with the presence of me. Consider yourself honored."
I nudge his feet off the table with my leg and glair down at him, "If your going to show up to somebody's home un-fucking-invited, at least show the courtesy of treating they're shit with care. The fucking coffee table isn't your personal foot stool fuck ass!" my arms cross over my chest, my foot tapping in open defiance that clearly stated I was displeased with the sudden intrusion on my me time. He just gave me a blank stair through thoughts stupid ass glasses of his, what even was the purpose of wearing them inside? In all honesty, it just plain pissed me off... I guess its better to be pissed off that pissed on, though I guess I would still be pretty pissed off if I got pissed on. Damn it I had a point I was trying to make here!
"You only wish you could have this fine piece of Strider ass," He nudged me out of the way with his foot, then shifted so he was lying on the whole Gog damn couch, "Be a good host and get your guest some snacks?"
Oh. HELL. NO! I could tolerate the sudden intrusion, I could tolerate him taking MY seat, I could even tolerate him changing the fucking channel on me; but I absolutely would not tolerate him ordering me around like some fucking slave!
"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-fucking-Christ-almighty-no! I will not have you come marching in here uninvited and then start giving me orders like I'm some fucking bark-beast! I AM NOT A BARK-BEAST ASSHOLE!" I move to shove him off the couch, though it proves futile as he grabbed my wrists in an attempt to calm down the ever present rage that manifested in the form of Karkat Vantas. In a struggle to get up I pull him up with me, and me being a leader, quickly took advantage of the situation and smashed his back up against the back off the couch. This was actually quite effective in ridding his smug-ass-face of those stupid-ass-shades.
Strider began panicking, his eyes shut, "Don't look! Please-just help me find my shades!" he let go of my wrists in his panic, grouping around the couch in a frantic attempt at finding the missing douchebag lenses.
"Stop it with your bitch fit, its only fucking shades, it made you look like a total asshole anyway."
"Karkat you don't understand, I need them!" he pushed me off the couch and got up, eyes still closed, to search for the dammed glasses. He was awarded with a sickening crunch, his body went ridged and e froze in place, "Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was?"
this had to be the first time I had ever seen any emotion etch itself across the younger Strider's face other than stoic cool kid or pampas shit eating asshole, to be honest, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel just a small shred of pity for the dick.
"You are a fucking geniuses Strider, and by that, I mean you have to be the dumbest person on the face of this pathetic lump of dirt you guys call earth. Congratu-fucking-lations douchenozzle, you fucking stepped on your shades." I stated blankly, climbing up from my spot on the floor and snagging the remote from where the asshat left it on the couch, I change the channel back to catch the ending of the episode of Grey's Anatomy. Dave practically died on the floor, facing away from me and attempting to peace the shattered remains of his glasses.
"Thanks Vant-ass, I wouldn't have guessed that if you hadn't told me, thanks for that stunning elaboration," his hands fell to his sides, "what is John going to say-damn this situation is so not cool."
I knew that the glasses were a gift from John, but I didn't expect him to actually care about it all that much. It was only a pair of shades, right?
I glance at the scene in front of me, a pang of guilt shooting trough my chest. It was kind of my fault they broke I guess, but hey, maybe next time he wouldn't be such an ass.
"I don't understand why you need the glasses anyway. Plus your indoors, why would it even matter?" He is being a total wriggler, they were only a pair of sunglasses. They weren't even prescription so I don't see for any reason for him to be so upset about this.
"You wouldn't... Just-I guess I figured you would find out about it eventually, I just figured I would have been able to save myself the torment of people finding out." He turned around, and shit I was certainly not prepared, his eyes were the most captivating crimson color I had ever witnessed. It could even rival that of my candy apple blood! His lips turned down in a frown, "I am a freak, my eye color is a mutation. I were those glasses to hide it, but I guess it could never really stay hidden."
"WHAT THE FUCKDO YOU MEAN I WOULDNT UNDERSTAND THAT! ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED OR SOMETHING!?" I snapped, lunging for the blond, grasping his shoulders with both hands and giving him a good shake, anger wreaking its way through my whole body, "HOW CAN YOU BE SO COMPLEATLY OBLIVIOUSE TO WHO YOUR TALKING TO ABOUT MUTATIONS, FUCKASS, PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW I WOULDNT UNDERSTAND!?" Dave sat there, mouth agape, and at a complete loss for words.
My anger simmered down, I felt candy apple red tears begin to spill from my eyes and drip down my cheeks, "How could I possibly not understand that, strider?" Memories from before Sburb, when I had to conceal the color of my blood for fear of being executed, began fluttering back through the expanses of my mind like film on a rail. I could remember everything so clearly, like I was sitting in a room watching it play for me on an HD screen.
I felt arms wrap around my thin frame, felt a gentle hand caress the back of my head, and heard a soft cooing in my ear. I felt so week and vulnerable in Striders arms. Why did I have to be so god damn pathetic?
His hand slid from the back of my head and caressed my cheek, wiping away the crimson tears. He tilted my head upwards, being sure to make eye contact with me. Damn, his eyes were truly something to behold, this shit was hypnotizing as fuck. Damn him and his god damn pretty boy eyes!
"I wasn't thinking when I said that, I'm sorry." His voice came out softly, like that of the silkiest of all human earth scarf's. It felt like my blood pusher would burst from my chest at any moment! He leaned toward me slightly, as did I. Fuck it, I wanted to kiss him!
I hadn't realized just how soft lips could be, that is, until his pressed onto mine. The kiss was short and simple. He pulled back, searching on my face for any signs of protest. When he didn't find it, he leaned forward and kissed me again. This time with more passion. His teeth nipping at my lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from the back of my thought. He moved one of his hands from my chin to the back of my head, making for a much more forceful kiss as his tongue began to play with my lower lip. My lips parted, allowing Dave's tongue to slip in and explore my mouth, he was careful to avoid my sharp teeth.
My arms wrapped around his neck and I crawled into his lap, one of my hands gently playing with the color of his favorite red and white, broken record shirt.
One of is hands cupped my ass and began to gently thumb at the lip of my back pocket, the hand that was on the back of my head traveled to my chest, rubbing around in search of something. What on earth was he even doing?
He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva creating a trail connecting my mouth to his. He seemed confused, "Dude, I'm not trying to sound like a total creep by asking this, but were the fuck are your nipples?"
My face deadpanned, of course he wouldn't be familiar with troll anatomy, the dunce, "Dave, trolls don't have your stupid earth human nipples."
His mouth formed an 'Oh' and his head tilted to the side, as if to ask 'what do I do?'. I grabbed his hand and guided it under my shirt and to my side, right on top of my grub stripes. I then gently moved his hand in circles, at the same time, attempting to suppress a series of no doubt breathy moans that were threatening to escape my mouth.
He caught on quickly, and began to massage tender combinations of figure eights and circles over them; soon I was a moaning, disheveled mess. I pulled his head to mine and pressed our lips into another heated kiss, this one more desperate and sloppy than the one before it. Our tongues fighting for dominance, they wound around one another in a passionate dance that would end with Dave dominating.
He broke the kiss once again and began to tug my shirt over my head and toss it carelessly on the ground, then doing the same with his own. Dave then scooped me up and placed me back on the couch, then climbed on top of me. He eyed my body like a starving animal, his crimson orbs glazed with pure lust.
His mouth clamped down on the soft skin of my neck, nipping and sucking, he created a trail back to my mouth, kissing it feverishly. Striders hands began feeling up my whole body, giving a good amount of attention to my grub stripes, and eventually stopped at my jeans. His hand began to grope at my growing erection, eliciting a rather loud moan from me. He made quick work of removing my pants, leaving me in nothing but my black boxers, my body sprawled out underneath his.
My hands traveled downward and began to tease his growing bulge trough his pants, making Strider moan into my mouth. His hand brushed my hand away and grabbed onto my hipbone, he began to grind into me.
I heard the front door open, and almost instantly, we jumped to opposite ends of the couch. Both of our faces flushed like hell, both of us looking strait ahead of us at the TV that had been changed to some weird documentary on cheese.
"Hay Karkat, there was a crash outside of work today and-Oh hay Dave! I didn't know you were stopping by today." Came Johns voice from behind them. He began to walk over to the couch, but stopped just short of a foot away, "Ammmm, what's going on?" SHIT! We were so caught! I chanced a look over at the buck-toothed boy, only to be met with the look of terror etched into John's face, as he took in the sight of the scene before him.
Clothes were scattered all over the place, I was only in my boxers, Dave was half dressed. It wasn't a mystery as to what had happened, and even someone as clueless as him could clearly understand.
John's mouth was slightly ajar, his spare wire framed glasses looking oddly out of place on his face.
Whelp, I was certainly in a pickle, huh?
That's the end of chapter 2! R&R please
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