Here it is! Its late and I can barely keep my eyes open but it's here! I was thinking about starting one over at Fictionpress if any of my followers are willing to read a story that came straight out of my head! Whaca guys think?
John met the slightly warm lips with his own. Everything that he had been feeling towards the alien boy seemed to melt with the heat of parted lips and grey hands disappearing into black hair. John didn't even notice. The air was still and silent, although there was the loud, definitely noticeable sound of metal crashing into the Earth with the force of a thousand Mac trucks. A huge flume of debris and smoke came rolling over the horizon engulfing most of the homes with its dark wall of dirt and metal shrapnel.
Karkat choked a little and John had to pull away. Karkat instantly went unconscious at the loss of blood. He needed a hospital stat. John hauled him up into his arms and forced his newfound windy powers to hoist the two up into the air and off in the direction of the nearest emergency room.
There was no time to try and explain to the nurses and orderlies that Karkat wasn't human. John just made up some random syndrome so they would just take him in. Of course, that little stunt had complications as well. The doctor wanted to know if his condition was caused by a certain medicine or if it was in fact a disease from a third world country. John had no clue about any of that so he just cussed them out.
"His fucking condition is caused by sever lacerations all over his damn body and his third world disease is gonna be death if someone doesn't do something damn it! Aren't you people supposed to be professionals? Skip the small talk and get on with the fixin' will yah!"
The doctors and nurses scurried about after his blowup and did what they were told.
It was another hour of waiting before he was allowed to visit his friend. John inched into the room half expecting to see half a dozen monitors and needles poking and prodding Karkat. Luckily, there was no such thing in the calming room. It didn't have that nasty hospital smell or the creepy too white atmosphere. John was thankful for that because he needed to be calm at a moment like this. He had so many questions for the alien, mostly about his powers that just happened to spring up when he needed them the most.
He sat slowly beside the bed waiting for Karkat to wake up. Or should he go ahead and wake him up because his questions really couldn't wait. What if another of her ships flew in and began the entire thing over again? How was he supposed to take that one out when he barely managed to get the first one! Which was by dumb luck, what with his Superman powers an all. Who'd a thought?
The more he pondered his next course of action, John was too busy wondering to see that Karkat was stirring in his slumber. His arms were twitching and one of his legs was full out kicking something. Then he shot straight up in the bed sweating like a pig. John threw himself backwards thinking that he was going to get punched in the process.
The alien turned his head to face the human, the human that he had just kissed like a shameless wriggler... Oh Gog, how was he going to get out of this o- John kissed him, no need to worry.
When the human had regained his composure after the outburst, Karkat asked. "Why did you press your face to mine in that manor? That is something only matesprits do, fucktard."
Johns' face turned beet red. "Well, that was something that I wanted to talk with you about... Uh, well yah see now... I...arg!" He smashed his hands into his hair because he just couldn't bring his self to say it. He was nohomo! So, then why was he homo...? "This is all too embarrassing! I can't say it!"
"Say what, John?"
John's head shot up at the mention of his name. Karkat never said is name properly, let alone his first name. It was too strange not to ponder over so he inquired about it. "Why did you just say my name? You did it before too and your sounded really sad. When you think of John does it make you sad or something? Was my name a word used on your planet to mean sad?"
"What the fuck are you rambling about nook sniffer? I said your name because it's your damn name no matter how ridiculously weird it is coming out of my mouth. With all of its weird syllables and shortness of letters..." No Karkat was rambling.
"My name has just the right amount of syllables thank you very much!" John beat on his chest once to back up his statement. Then the conversation fell flat.
Both boys knew what the other wanted answered, but neither off them had the gull to do it. They were at a stalemate that seemed impassable.
Then. "Karkat? Why can I control the wind?"
"Because, Egderp, it was always meant to be. It was written in the prophecy of my people. One day an ultimate evil would come and enslave our civilization. But then a hero would rise up from an unlikely place and defeat her using the sun its self yada yada..."
"But..."
"The wind is cause by the sun stupid!" Karkat's heart monitor went nuts at his outburst and he strained his self to calm back down before someone rushed in and spoiled there somewhat heartfelt conversation.
"Oh, but still, why me?"
"I don't know. But I know it has something to do with the fact that you have those damned ungogly headaches at the most ungogly moments."
John scratched the back of his head. "Yeah.. about those... I think there's something that you needed to know Karkat. I think I saw into your thoughts from when you were a kid or something. When the Overlord first arrived on the scene. I felt your pain, Karkat. I knew that someone had to stop her before she could do that to my planet too. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let you go through all that again either..."
Karkat stared at the blanket milling over what he was going to say to that. The only things he could think of were his personal feelings, mostly about the human being so kind to him at the moment.
"You received your wind powers because of me, I guess. You were one of the rare species that are compatible with Trolls. Be being around me, you kinda of... changed... Did you feel anything different lately?"
Oh God!
"No, not really. What kinda changed are we talking about here though? Like growing a tail too or turning your skin color or something...?"
"No, feelings."
The response was so straightforward that John was taken aback. Feelings. The reason Karkat had apologized and spoke his name right and was somewhat polite and sentimental. He had to have feelings for John as well. There was no mistaking it now, but still he needed a better explanation.
"But why-?"
"But why, but why? Is that all you can fucking say stupid fucking human flesh bag! I just told you that I am flushed for you and yet that is all you can say to me? Does love need a reason? I learned that from one of your dramatically lacking soap operas on disgusting public television. By the way, the noise box sucks more ass than you do Egderp! They have no acting skills apparently your race loves the talent blowing skill lackers." He crossed his arms over his chest and brooded.
"You like me too, don't you Karkat?"
"Why the hell would you think that, even say that after I basically down to the bare bones of it told you that I fucking was John! How hard is it to understand me anyway? I know for a fact that I'm not speaking Alternian. You would have no Gog damned clue what I was ranting about in that language. I think I should start speaking in it though that way I can say whatever I want and you won't be about to ad you petty two cents in about anything I sa-"
Johns' chair skidded across the room. The back of his knees had pushed it with more force than necessary. Karkat talked too much at times, and this was one of them. All John wanted was a simple yes, but the mouthy alien never could do just that. He always had to add his two cents into the mix as well as way too many vivid gross details about whatever it was in question. John just wanted the other boy to shut up for five minutes so he could figure it all out. All he wanted to do was kiss the little idiot.
John pulled back centimeters from Karkat, actually expecting to get clocked in the head hard after doing something like that, but it never came. The dark blush was back on the others face whist John was sporting his red/pink blush on his own.
"This does mean embarrassed Karkat."
"Thought so Egder-"
John closed the gap to avoid another hurtful name. It was amazing to him how such nasty words come out of such a tender mouth.
Karkat pushed John back a ways to take a breath. "I think I love you, John. My heart hurts when you're near and I couldn't say a fucking word." It was all whispers.
"I think I might be joining yah on that one Meowgon..."
Karkat grinned at the stupid pet name and the good and bad memories that came with it. "I didn't want to leave you because I had stronger feelings for you stupid... In the cargo bay."
John snickered. "I seriously never would have guessed that. It sure has been an interesting month, wouldn't you agree?"
Karkat pulled the human in closer by the shirt of his collar. "Yes, I do agree. But there is still one thing that's bothering me and I has for a long time."
"What?"
"What exactly is a boyfriend? And why did you human friend make such a big fucking deal about me being your equal. Isn't the other flesh sack your equal as well?"
John face exploded with red. Now was the moment of truth, the one damn thing that he had been avoiding for the past like three weeks was about to come out and in a hospital bed of all places...!
"Karkat, a boyfriend is an equal, but he's also someone that you fell...ugh...flushed for? Is that what you said before? Uh, they do things together in a way that means more than just fiends hanging out would... I really don't think I'm explaining this right for you."
"Oh my Gog, I know exactly what that means!"
John turned too look at the darer faced boy now. Karkat's entire head was the dark blush color. What the hell did he think all that meant?
"Are you alright, buddy?"
Karkat nodded around the cute blush. "You want to fill a pail with me. That's what all that meant in a really round about sort of way but that is none the less what you meant by all that sweet talk. Well I'm not a fucking easy A now so don't think that just because I have feelings for you and, one day soon I do wish to fill a pail with you John Egbert, that I would do anything like that in an establishment such as this. For Gogs sake there's an older soggy flesh sac in the pen next door that would hear everything because believe me filling a pail is not a quiet fucking act alright! I-"
John just sighed and brought the irate boy into his chest. This would take some getting used too, but being a nohomo homo didn't seem like it was all that bad at the moment.
"Karkat...? What the hell does filling a pail mean anyway...?"
"Aggggghhhhhhh! Egderp!?"