A/N: Bwuhahaha! NOW I'M NOT SORRY IF YOUR FEELS ARE UNABLE TO BE CONTAINED! I realized that I say the most inappropriate things to my Beta Reader, like wow. We're basically married; I love that girl so much. I was so uninspired for this chapter; I almost wish Sabrina were on. Okay, guys, yeah, I'm a sappy romantic that loves romance movies. Excellent cinematography, excellent characters. Just an excellent film. My butts cannot be contained. Love you guys: Katy.

BR/N: It is canon.

Karkat pulled away first, and John's lips followed him, searching for their partner. They both stood, eyes opening slowly, and breath coming out in shallow rasps.

"John…?" Karkat began, his voice so quiet it was barely audible.

"Yeah, Karkat?"

"Kiss me again." Karkat's cheeks were aflame. John smiled slightly before leaning in and placing his lips on Karkat's once more. The kiss was shorter, and so sweet Karkat heard a small whimper escape his own mouth. As their lips separated, they both couldn't help but want more.

"Karkat..." John whispered. Karkat hummed in return, staring at John's lips. "That person you said you liked..." he started, but got cut off by Karkat.

"Yes, dumbass. I wouldn't just make out with you for no reason," he grumbled. "And what about you? I thought you weren't a homosexual."

John bit his lip, trying to think of a response to that. "I... still don't know what I am. But... I really like you, Karkat. A lot," he finally said.

Karkat stared at him with a confused expression. "How could you like someone like me? Even in a romantic sense?" he questioned. "I mean, it's not like-" He was interrupted as John pressed his lips back onto Karkat's.

"You talk to much," he giggled. "Besides, stop being so down on yourself." Karkat opened his mouth to reply, but John put his finger to his lips, shooshing him. "No arguing. Now back to this..." And he pressed his lips back against Karkat's once more. Karkat grumbled in response, wrapping his arms around Johns frame. John returned the embrace with a smile. And all was perfect.

"Tonight was my first kiss, John…" Karkat muttered as they separated once more, looking deep into his blue eyes, blush becoming brighter.

"R-really?" John stammered, embarrassed.

"Yeah… Best first kiss I ever could have asked for." The smile was small, but the most genuine thing John had ever seen on Karkat's face. They stayed entangled, noses touching, for what seemed like an hour. Finally, when they separated, Karkat looked awkwardly at his shoes.

"How do we... um… tell… people?" Karkat glanced up nervously.

"Karkat, we don't have to tell anyone if we don't want to. I mean, whatever makes you most comfortable." John confirmed, cupping Karkat's face gently in his big hand. Karkat nuzzled it slightly, his big, catlike eyes batting at John.

Oh my god, Karkat is so cute… John thought, biting his lip to keep from smiling. He darted in again, placing a final peck on Karkat's soft lips.

"Let's head back, okay?" Karkat stammered. His heart was racing a mile a minute. John nodded, Karkat picking up his violin case. He touched the smooth locket around his neck and glanced up at the sky. His smile was still there, and the full moon seemed to mirror happiness with it's roundness.

They walked side-by-side, Karkat's finger curling, and uncurling. "Hey, John? Can I hold your hand?" Karkat asked shyly, John laughed and slipped his hand in Karkat's, interlocking their fingers. Their hands fit together perfectly.

"Was that really your first kiss, Karkat?" John wondered aloud, and Karkat gave a short yes. "Haven't you dated anyone else?" Karkat's fingers tightened.

"Yeah, Terezi from the coffee shop. We dated for a little while… We never kissed or anything. She licked my face once, but I don't think that counts," Karkat grumbled, John's laughter echoing in the night air.

"Why did she do that?" he asked, trying to contain his giggles.

"She said I smelled good enough to eat, or something," Karkat sighed, shaking his head, small smile returning.

"Well, Karkat, I can vouch for that. You smell absolutely delicious, and if you haven't noticed, I haven't returned your tie yet," John said, hinting.

"You kept my tie? To smell? What the fuck, John? That's super creepy," Karkat gasped, shocked at the revelation. John laughed again, resulting in a small chuckle from Karkat.

"Well, I'll be honest, I woke up the past few days curled up in the pillow you slept on. You smell pretty fucking good yourself," the pale boy admitted, skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. They were wandering aimlessly around the campus, trying to avoid going back to the dorms.

John finally walked Karkat back to his dorm, the time nearing midnight.

"God dammit, Egbert. You and your chivalry," Karkat hissed when he realized what his boyfriend had done. John smiled, and kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight, Karkat," he whispered into the pointed ear, before he turned, heading away. Karkat entered his dorm, where Gamzee sat smoking.

"Oh, you're not asleep yet?" Karkat asked, surprised his friend was still awake.

"Naw, motherfucker, I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you got home alright, best friend," Gamzee croaked, clown costume replaced with pajamas.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm gonna go grab a shower, okay?" Karkat fidgeted, heading away.

"Best friend, what's all up in your brain?" Gamzee said, noticing the nervous behavior. Karkat stopped. How could he tell his best friend?

"JohnandIareharmding," Karkat mumbled under his breath, jumbling words together. Gamzee smiled at his back, knowing exactly what Karkat had meant.

"Congrats, man. I know you liked that motherfucker," Gamzee honked happily. Karkat flushed and rushed away to the shower.

When he emerged, hair sticking up everywhere, he could hear Gamzee's snoring away in his bedroom. Karkat approached his own bedroom, smiling at the thought of how understanding Gamzee had been. He touched his throat, gently removing the necklace, and placed it on his bedside table along with his phone.

Today was a good day, Karkat thought as he switched off his light, snuggling into his bed, and quickly drifting off.

The next morning, Karkat awoke to the vibrate of his phone on the wooden table. He picked it up, flipping open the screen.

"hey karkat! good morning! i had a lot of fun last night, thank you. anyway, wanna hang out? we can do whatever you like!"

Karkat smiled at the cell phone screen, quickly texting back.

"SURE, WHY DON'T WE WATCH MOVIES AT MY PLACE TODAY?"

"sure! when can i come over?"

"ANYTIME, DUMBASS."

Karkat lept out of bed, quickly grabbing his dark brown hoodie and gray skinny jeans. He left his room and sat himself down on the couch, Gamzee still snoring away. After about 20 minutes, a soft knock came at the door. Karkat let John in, and smiled shyly at his boyfriend.

John got comfortable on the sofa, noticing the pillow and fluffy blanket laying on one of the cushions. Karkat returned to the living room with an armful of snacks, and set them on the table.

"What are we watching?" John asked as Karkat plucked a DVD from near the TV.

"Titanic. Be quiet and watch the movie," Karkat said, leveling his eyes to John's. John held back a smile and nodded; Karkat could be so threatening with his romance. Karkat returned to the sofa and wrapped himself up in the blanket, the red fuzz making a hooded cloak over his head and body. His legs tucked up underneath him. He laid a bag of cheetos and starburst in the divot between his legs.

John watched Karkat more than the movie, whereas Karkat's eyes were transfixed to the screen. They watched in mutual silence, John slowly scooting over until he was snuggled up with Karkat. The continuous chewing from Karkat was mechanical, and John found his automatic movements amusing. He pushed the cheetos bag a little out of Karkat's reach, so when his hand reached for another, it frantically flailed until it found the mouth of the bag.

Karkat found himself sniffling quietly as the movie neared its end. Jack was holding Rose, and they were saying their vows to each other. John looked up when something wet hit his cheek, and found a crying boyfriend.

Karkat sat sniffling as Jack disappeared into the water, and John felt himself gnawing on his lips.

Oh my god, Karkat is so cute. I can't even… Oh my god, John thought, before grabbing Karkat's cheeks and kissing him outright. Karkat's lips were semi parted in shock, and John quickly took advantage of that, drawing Karkat's bottom lip in his mouth gently. Karkat finally snapped out of his surprise and kissed back greedily, shifting to fit better between John's outstretched legs. John smiled in the kiss and pulled Karkat on top of him, reclining back so they were lying down.

Karkat was the first to slip John the tongue, which seemed to surprise them both. After a few moments of wrestling around, Karkat's tongue became victorious, and got the chance to explore. John could taste the starburst that lingered in his mouth, and traced along Karkat's lips.

"Awe, Shit man. I didn't mean to all up in see you having sloppy makeouts," came a groggy, yet shocked voice. Karkat pulled his head away, turning to face Gamzee, who stood rubbing a tired eye with the heel of his hand, completely calm.

"Gamzee, why are you awake? It's only 4 o'clock," Karkat hissed, John's face was cherry red.

"Oh, see best friend, I was gonna go meet Tav for some grubbin', and I didn't know you motherfuckers were here. Sorry, man," Gamzee explained while Karkat scooted to the opposite end of the couch. John started laughing when Gamzee walked away. Karkat turned to see him staring at his phone.

"What the fuck, John?"

"Oh my god, Karkat, look." He handed over the phone, which showed a text message from Dave.

"I just walked in on Dirk making out with Jake, the science teacher. Fuck my life."

Karkat's roaring laugh echoed throughout the dorm room. He curled inwardly until the chuckle died to a multitude of little squeaks. John stared wide eyed, smile splayed across his cheeks. He leaned in again and kissed Karkat's cheek, causing even more squeaks to erupt. Karkat was obviously pleased, and his happiness was contagious.

Karkat calmed down, wiping happy tears from his face while John massaged Karkat's sore cheeks. He felt like he had pulled a muscle in both cheeks, where his dimples were.

"Jooohhhhhhnnnnnn," Karkat whined, laying his head into John's lap, looking up at the boy who was rubbing his face.

"What, Karkat?" John giggled, booping his nose.

"Can we continue where we left off, before Gamzee interrupted?" Karkat's smile was sly, and mischievous. John's eyebrows perked up and nodded.

"Sure thing, Princey," he said affectionately, leaning down and placing his lips on Karkat's once more.

BR/N: And this is when they fucked. Just kidding. Katy's getting mad at me now.

((The butt touch is now canon, Katy, and you cannot deny it. You cannot deny the butt touch. It shall always be canon.))