Johnkat

A/N: This is humanstuck, John and Karkat are boyfriends and both in college

"Kaaaaaaaarkaaaaaaaaaaaat"

"John, stop whining, it's bad enough I had to drive you home drunk like this after that shithole's party I'm not going to listen to you bitching about how much your head hurts the entire way home. You should be glad Gamzee's with Tavros' family this week or else I wouldn't be able to bring you home anyway." He woke you up at 3 am. 3 fucking am. Drunk, at Dave's party, telling you how much fun he's having and how awesome beer is and asking 'oh my god Karkat do you even know how fun beer pong is?' before promptly falling on his face. You'd told him to wait five minutes and you'd hauled ass over there. Only two more minutes until you're home.

"My head doesn't hurt Karkat, I'm totally fine!" he slurred, "So Gamzee's gonna be gone all night?"

"Yes, and yes you can stay over I'm not sending you back to that place. You're sleeping on the couch though." You guys had gone pretty far before, but you haven't actually had sex yet and you're not quite sure you trust drunk John to not try and grope you while you're sleeping. He pouts.

"But I wanna sleep with you Karkat!" Realizing what he said, he giggles. "I mean sleep in your bed with you like cuddle and stuff. I want to sleep with you too but you never want to." You nearly slam on the brakes, sputtering some form of words.

"John. You're drunk. Let's just get home and get to bed." And with that, you tune him out for the rest of the ride.

Finally home, you let John lean on you while you go up the elevator. Oh, the benefits of living off campus. Nobody can bitch at you for coming and going as you please nor can they bitch at you for bringing your boyfriend over. Pulling out your keys, you shove John off long enough to unlock the door before opening it and pushing him inside.

"Come on, lets get to bed." You walk towards your room. Once inside, you go over to your dresser to grab John something to sleep in, considering he's still in some skinny jeans that Dave obviously lent him, before feeling arms wrap around your waist and lips on your neck. "John."

"Karkat."

"You're drunk." He keeps kissing, pulling you tighter.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes, you are. Now come on, you're gonna feel like shit in the morning and I'm not letting you do anything you're going to regret."

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee," he whines, "we don't have to, like, go all the way or anything but I really wanna make out with you right now." You feel hands going up underneath your shirt and, as much as you want to, you can't quite bring yourself to make him stop.

"John you're going to regret doing anything if you can't even remember it." He pulls back a bit before turning you just enough to look him in the eyes.

"I could never regret kissing you Karkat." Oh my god you must be passed out somewhere and dreaming you two into one of your romance novels. No, actually, his hands going further up your chest feel much too real for you to be dreaming.

"Oh fuck it." You turn around and wrap your arms around his waist, pushing your hands up the back of his shirt and pulling him in close, kissing him hard. Your tongues fight for dominance and you move your hands from his back to his hair, twisting your fingers in it in an attempt to get your mouths closer. You feel him tugging on your shirt so you pull back and shove it over your head to see that he's doing the same thing.

He pushes you back towards the bed, and when the backs of your knees hit the edge, you only hesitate for a moment before letting him lay over you. He grins at you before kissing you again and bringing his hands down to the edge of your pajama pants and playing with them for a moment before pushing them down your hips. When you attempt to worm yourself further up the bed, you simultaneously push your pants off as well, before unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them as well. He pulls back to take them off and, woah, apparently he decided it was a good time to take his boxers off too and oh look yours seem to be meeting the same fate.

Once both of you are naked, he seems a bit more sober, and you return to kissing him. He tastes slightly like beer and potato chips which isn't really the best taste, but at the moment you couldn't care less. He seems to lose himself in the kiss and so you take this advantage to roll yourselves over, relishing being on top. You pull back for a moment and look into his eyes, panting, before going back to dueling your tongues and pushing your knee in between his legs. Once your leg is situated and you can feel him beginning to squirm, you pull off his mouth before going to kiss down his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey the next day. Once you're satisfied with your mark, you go back to his face to return to the most delightful action known as kis-oh my fucking god.

He fucking fell asleep.

A/N: Ahahahaha you're all welcome for this I seriously couldn't resist. I know I need to work more on writing detail but I'm trying D: Anyway, I'm going to actually try and stick to this challenge, so day 2 is going up in a timely manor. Hope you enjoy.

-Dara