As someone who writes a lot of porn I'd like to come back to this series, up the rating, and throw in some *ahem* M rated shenanigans (not in this chapter, but this is for future reference)
Homeless mention. (I really don't know if that's a thing but just to be safe)
I'm also thinking of turning this into a longer series, so stay tuned for more stuff.
Karkat paced a hole in the carpet at his feet. Back and forth, from door to the clock at the end of the hallway, into the small living room, in a circle, and out again. He scrunched his hands up in his already messy hair and shook it about. Leaned down, picked up a tiny scrap of paper off of the floor, threw it away, and tossed himself on his worn down saggy couch with a sigh.
The Strider kid was late, and Karkat was pissed; and a little bit extremely nervous.
He picked himself back up off the couch, walked to the bathroom next to the stairs. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and he gazed into it. He saw his reflection adjust the collar of his worn black v-neck and brush down his pants for lint that hadn't been there in the first place.
His image sighed at him, looking tired. He supposed that working at night and going to school in the morning, then sleeping all day would probably do that to a person. But the dark circles under his dark irises often were the source of pity filled glances on public transportation.
To fuck with that kid, he thought to himself I'm fucking going to sleep.
Karkat stomped up the stairs to the next level of his townhouse apartment (beautifully paid for by his parents while he goes to college). When he opened the door he almost shit himself.
Strider was asleep in his bed.
Karkat's first reaction to this was to think about the very uncool way Dave was sort of just in his house on the second story with no way to get in other than bringing a ladder and climbing it up to his window. The second was to be upset that this kid was literally drooling on his favorite sheet. The third was to yell at the boy to wake him up (an instinct clearly never far behind anything Karkat did ever)
The blonde boy startled awake, and muttered a quiet fuck under his breath.
"Why'd you wait for me so long babe? I was up here for like, an hour. You would think you wouldn't be that excited for me to come over." said Dave, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Why the ever living fuck are you in my room Strider? You can't just use a door like a normal fucking person? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Karkat fumed, gesturing wildly. He wasn't scared at all, even though the breaking and entering set off alarm bells and red flags galore.
"Well, now that I think of it that probably scared the shit out of you huh? I'm not some weird smelly homeless kid who's decided to latch onto you for your spare pocket change. I'm just some weird smelly homeless kid who's decided to latch onto you for your queen bed in a suspiciously decent apartment. That you don't pay for." The boy said, leaning back and putting his hands on the back of his head like some shitty anime character with a propensity for shades and intruding on private property.
"You're homeless? Like legit live-in-a-box-under-a-bridge troll homeless? And on top of that you're stalking me too?" said Karkat, slightly dumbfounded by the revelation. He felt like he should have been more weirded out by Strider knowing his living situation.
"Sort of. What I'm doing is being practical. If I don't have to pay rent, I have money left over to spend on other things. I'm just living the Al Fresco life; I have a gym membership at the college, so I usually just shower there. And no I do not live under a bridge, but once I got locked into a Wal-Mart and had the best night of my whole young life." said the kid.
He didn't seem like he was asking for a place to stay. Karkat was, unfortunately, now in a very precarious spot. He could either tell the strider kid to leave him the fuck alone and get the fuck out of his house, living with the guilt and sexual frustration for the rest of his life. Or he could invite him to stay on his couch since he lived here for free and live with the knowledge that Dave would be right in the next room 80% of the time, doubling the sexual frustration and removing the guilt.
It didn't take him too long to decide.
"Lemme show you around the place fuckwad. You're moving in, and don't give me a bunch of lame loser shit about living the "al fresco life". Save me the guilt of kicking your pathetic ass to the street." said Karkat, forcing back a rare smile that was attempting to make its way to the forefront of the conversation.
"Knew you'd come around, Karkitty." Said Dave with a smirk that said he definitely saw the struggle.