AN: HELLO AGAIN EVERYONE. DID YOU LIKE THE LAST CHAPTER? IF YOU DID THEN YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS ONE! /Spoiler alert you probs will. It's just pretty much poorly written smut hahahaha god I need a life/ and now, the weather. *Waiting for the bus in the rain starts playing in the distance.*

CHAPTER TWENTY: HOLD ON

Karkat slowly woke up, and for a split seconded he hoped it had all been a dream. The fact that he was curled up in the back room and not next to Gamzee brought reality crashing back in. He curled up tighter, small sobs finding their way out of his throat. ~You really fucked up this time Karkat…~ Slowly he uncurled, standing on shaking legs and shuffling to the door.

He inched it open, peaking out through the small opening to make sure John was gone. The store was empty, no wonder seeing as how it was as black as pitch outside. ~How long was I out?~ Karkat wondered as he made his way behind the counter, pushing things out of the way in search for his phone. He grasped it tightly once he found it, wedged between some old records people had traded in and the phone book his boss insisted on keeping even though it looked like someone dragged it through a fire.

The screen of his phone flashed as he turned it on to receive the message that he had three missed calls and forty texts. Sighing softly Karkat opened his first voicemail. "Karkat? Dear it's your mother. I was wondering if you and your boyfriend wanted to come with Kankri and I to the beach. It's still so cold here and I figured you two would like to get away for a bit anyway. Call me when you get this message. Love you sweetie!" Karkat smiled softly. It was good to hear his mother's voice, especially after what had happened today. He made a mental note to call her in the morning and moved on to his next voicemail.

"Hello sweetie it's me again. Gamzee called a few minutes ago and said he couldn't reach you. Is everything okay? Well I have to go now, I'm sorry for such a short call but my phone is going dead. Bye sweetheart!" Karkat blinked. Gamzee had called him? Fuck…..well at least he knew who had left the last message.

He hit play message and rested his head on the desk, closing his eyes and listening to the comforting sounds of Gamzee's raspy voice. "Hey Karbro… I was just calling to make sure you were okay man. I guess you're working late tonight then? Just call me when you're coming home or need a ride back…love you."

Karkat sniffled softly, not even bothering to look at the text messages he knew were from Gamzee. He slowly dialed Gamzee's number, taking a deep breath before Gamzee answered. "Karkat is that you man?" "..Y-Yeah Gamzee it's me…listen, c-c-can you come pick me u-up from work. We need to talk…" Karkat bit at his lip softly, listening to the rustling of clothes on the other end of the line. "Yeah man, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just let me get a shirt on and I'll be there." Karkat smiled softly and murmured, "I love you." before hanging up.

Karkat shuffled to the front of the shop to keep watch for Gamzee. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the roar of Gamzee's motorcycle and soon found himself crushed in one of Gamzee's famous bear hugs. For a while, neither of them spoke, they just stood there in the open doorway of the shop in each other's arms. Gamzee held Karkat close, wanting to ask him so badly why he hadn't called him before, but that could wait. Right now, Karkat needed him. He slowly stroked Karkat's back, nuzzling his cheek softly. "You ready to go h-" Gamzee never got to finish his sentence. Instead he felt Karkat crash his lips into his.

He blinked a few times before kissing him back, his arms sliding down to hold Karkat closer by his hips. Karkat's lips felt hot against his own, almost burning as they moved from his lips to his jaw. Gamzee shivered softly before picking Karkat up and carrying him to the back room, his own lips attacking Karkat's neck hungrily. He bit down softly, sucking on the flushed skin between his teeth. A smirk danced across his face as he heard Karkat moan.

Karkat clung to Gamzee, moans slipping from between his lips while his body shook. His fingers quickly sought out the buttons to Gamzee's jacket, nearly ripping it open in his fevered rush to get it off of him. ~S-See Karkat? This is different than what happened w-with John. Gamzee loves you….and you love him~

He nuzzled Gamzee's jaw softly; little gasps and moans still making their way past his lips. ~Forget about John, he isn't worth the pain…. Just focus on Gamzee. ~ Karkat gently pushed Gamzee back, getting him to sit in the spare chair his boss kept in the room. He slowly climbed into Gamzee's lap, his face bright red and the tent in his jeans highly noticeable. His fingers inched their way down to the hem of Gamzee's shirt, tugging it up and kissing the exposed skin softly.

Karkat let out a small squeak when he suddenly felt hands groping his ass. ~Jesus Christ Gamzee, give a little warning next time.~ His face became flushed, from the bottom of his cheeks to the tips of his ears as Gamzee tugged him closer and brought their clothed hips together, grinding softly against him. Gamzee's free hand came up and gripped Karkat's hair, tugging his head back and kissing the exposed skin of his throat. Karkat all but melted when Gamzee whispered in his ear, "I think you have too much on you bro…"

Karkat whimpered softly as Gamzee's free hand slid under his shirt, fingers tracing small circles on his stomach. His own hands came up and covered his mouth as the fingers drifted down, dipping below his waistband. Gamzee cursed softly as Karkat's hips twitched, pressing their hips closer together.

Gamzee's mouth stayed on Karkat's neck, leaving mark after mark on the pale skin. Dark purple peppered about in abstract patterns, his face paint smeared everywhere, Karkat's cheeks bright red and his breath shaky. Hell, even the fact that they were in the back room of the shop; everything about this was just pushing Gamzee closer to the point of no return.

His fingers curled around the waistband of Karkat's pants, slowly tugging it down as he listened to the small gasps finding their way past the fingers Karkat had covered his mouth with. Gamzee chuckled at the sight of Karkat in just a tee-shirt and boxers, blushing bright red. He gently tugged him closer, kissing him softly as his hands slipped under his tee-shirt again, cold fingers dancing across the warm skin. Karkat squeaked softly at the feeling, squirming in Gamzee's hold.

"H-Hey! Easy with the ice hands!" Karkat kept wriggling as Gamzee's hands changed from their less than innocent decent towards his boxers and stayed on his sides. The smirk on Gamzee's face was all the warning Karkat received before the fingers started to tickle him, causing him to cover his mouth to hold in the sounds of his laughs. "G-Gamzee Makara, you sir a-are an ass!" Karkat bit down on his lips to hold in the laughter, fighting against the hands that held him in place.

Gamzee chuckled; ceasing the tickling motions of his hands long enough to pull the squirming body of the boy he loved so much closer to him, kissing his throat once more. "I'm sorry babe… couldn't help myself with you all up and getting your cute on." He smirked as he felt Karkat start to melt in his arms again. He gently laid him down on the floor, kissing his neck an slid his shirt off, exposing the pale skin. He kissed his way down his chest and stomach, nuzzling his hips as he tugged the boxers down with a smirk painted across his face.

AN: HAHAHA HAHAHA I CAN'T WRITE SMUT, I TRIED BUT I CAN'T DO IT. I'M SORRY. BUT HEY, NEW CHAPTER IS UP AN ALL THAT JAZZ. AND I ONLY HAVE ONE PAPER TO DO BUT IT'S A GROUP PAPER AND MY PART IS ALMOST DONE SO WOO. ALSO ITS LIKE,FOUR IN THE MORNING HERE SO I'M REALLY TIRED FROM STAYING UP THIS LATE BUT FUCK THAT, I GOT THIS SHIT DONE. GOOD NIGHT ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE, I LOVE YOU. FLUFFYKINS OUT.