Karkat in arms, still sound asleep, John trudged up the stairs. Karkat hated elevators and even though he was asleep Jon didn't want to risk ruining this moment. Also, the thought of sharing a small space with a stranger, while holding a troll boy just wasn't all that appealing. Their room wasn't too far up anyhow, and with Kar being exceptionally light, John didn't really mind.
He felt something tickle his neck, softly snickering he glanced down. Karkat had nuzzled his head near the crook of John's neck, his breath fanning rails on the sensitive skin. Finally at their room, John stood blushing furiously by the door, as the skin of his neck was continuously washed with Kar's soft sighs. Shifting his weight to one side, choosing rather to focus his attention on opening the door than the thoughts swimming in his head, he inserted the key. Easing his way into the room, careful being sure not to bump anything on the door frame, he used a soft gust of wind to discreetly shut the door behind him.
Karkat was mumbling something in his sleep, John strained his ears trying to make out what was being said, but to no avail.
This is so wrong, this is so wrong. I shouldn't feel this way about one of my bro's!
His mind was frantically trying to convince him to just put Karkat down and that be the end of it, but something inside him just couldn't, didn't want to really. So instead, John advanced to his own bedroom, the door already open and the curtains making the inside dim. It was the end of winter and the day faded to night much earlier, leaving it looking much later than was true. John didn't mind this at all, almost as if in a trance he set Karkat down on his bed, which had already had the covers pulled back conveniently enough. A slight jolt ran through him when Karkat's arms flew out, wrapping themselves around his neck. He must have thought he was falling, John seized the opportunity. Shaking, he laid himself next to the other boy; so close that their foreheads were only an inch, two at the most, apart. John's heavy, nervous breath contradicted Karkat's tranquility, and with every movement John worried about waking him.
God, this was so nice. This was the most amazing feeling, albeit most nerve wracking, he'd ever experienced. Pulling the covers over the two of them John tenderly laid one arm under the pillow both their heads rested on, and the other even more delicately around Karkat's waist. The warmth that filled the bed was practically heaven, as it creeped up from John's toes to his head, throwing him deeper into these confusing feelings. Muddling John's thoughts to a further extent Karkat, with his arms still wrapped around John's neck, pulled himself closer to the blue eyed boy, totally unaware of the stimulation he was causing. A sharp gasp escaped John's lips as Karkat nuzzled into his chest, closing his eyes trying to calm down, he willed his heart to stop beating so furiously lest it wake the other boy.
The day, the emotions, and this secret…whatever he was doing had all made him so tired. John tightened his grip around the slightly shorter troll, melting at his touch, reveling in the moment. He knew Karkat would wake up and all hell would break loose, but for right now, he just wanted to imagine that every night could end like this.