A/N: RIGHT OK

THIS IS THE FIRST REMOTELY NSFW THING I'VE POSTED I GUESS.

It's mostly at the end.

It made me so flustered when I wrote this you don't even know ;w;

I consulted by smut-reading expert of a friend on this one (don't tell her I called her that) so I hope it's fine.

Enjoy!

It was the day before the Christmas holidays and Tavros was busy removing books and coats from his locker. He had last seen Gamzee two days ago, with him leaving to "Gonna get me a job after Christmas, Tavbro, s'gonna be bitchtits, let me tell ya' that."

Tavros smiled wistfully. It was almost like Gamzee had forgotten all about their awkward encounter a week and a half ago.
"Tavrros~, are you almost finished? I'm getting pawfully bored..." Nepeta leant against the locker, arms folded. She was almost smothered in the soft blue cloth of her winter coat, and her fluffy hood was pulled up, flopping over her eyes so that she had to keep pushing it up with her mittened hands.

"Almost. Where's Equius?" Tavros asked, pulling the green hood of his coat onto his head and zipped it up.

"He's at his locker. That stupid butt is taking furevurr~! So I came to see you."
As if on cue, the hulk of a 17 year old strode towards the two with his hands in his pockets. It seemed incredible that Tavros could still see the sweat on his brow, despite it being the middle of December, and he didn't have a jacket on.

"I have finished removing things from my locker." He announced, wiping the Egyptian skin of his brow. "When do you suppose we leave, Nepeta?"

Nepeta shrugged, clinging onto his arm and beaming. "I dunno, is Tavrros ready?"

"Almost..." Tavros repeated, slamming his locker shut and turning to face them. "But, you can go on without me."

"Suit yourself. Have a pawesome holiday, Tavrros~!" Nepeta waved at Tavros and scampered off, Equius accompanying her. He waved awkwardly at Tavros before they left the school, leaving Tavros alone.

He hitched his bag back on his shoulder and made his way home, his brow knitted in worry over Gamzee.

Gamzee ==

terminallyCapricious began pestering carcinoGeneticist

TC: BeStFrIeNd I hAvE a MoThErFuCkInG pRoBlEm

CG: FINE. WHAT IS IT?

TC: I cAn'T sTaNd It KaRbRo

TC: I wAnT tO fUcK hIm

CG: I

CG: WHAT?

TC: YoU hEaRd MoThErFuCkEr

TC: AlL oF tHiS sExUaL tEnSiOn MaN iT's DrIvInG mE cRaZy

TC: I iMaGiNeD dOiNg HiM lAsT nIgHt

CG: TOO MUCH INFORMATION GAMZEE

CG: OKAY I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU LIKED HIM BUT I THOUGHT THIS WAS STRICTLY INNOCENT

TC: HeHe, WeLl ApPaReNtLy NoT mOtHeRfUcKeR ;o)

CG: AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?

TC: I dOn'T kNoW... mAyBe yOu CaN cOmE aNd HaNg OuT aRoUnD mY pLaCe AnD wE cAn HaVe A mOtHeRfUcKiNg FeElInGs JaM

CG: MUST I?

TC: WeLl, No PrEsSuRe, BuT

CG: FINE.

TC: BiTcHtItS, kArBrO :o)

CG: WHAT'S THE ADDRESS? I'LL DRIVE OVER.

Gamzee typed the address down and pressed enter, tapping his nails onto the laptop mousepad. He had since gotten a bed (as well as a coffee table for the living room) and was buried underneath the covers. He had realized why, when he looked at the rent for the apartment, it was so cheap. There was no heating of any kind, and Gamzee was "Freezing his motherfucking balls off".

CG: OKAY, THAT'S NOT TOO FAR FROM WHERE MY HOUSE IS. I'LL BE OVER IN TEN.

TC: LaTeR

carcinoGeneticist ceased pestering terminallyCapricious

Gamzee shivered and tugged his sleeves down again. He stood and shuffled to the living room in the hopes of generating at least a tiny amount of heat energy in the process, all the while hugging himself. "Son of a bitch..." He hissed through chattering teeth.

He sat on his couch and led down, staring at the ceiling. Tavros had mentioned that he would come over today after school, right?
It was safe to say that he was looking forward to seeing him.

A week or so ago they had come so close to kissing.

So. Fucking. Close...

He could still faintly feel Tavros' heart pumping wildly against his body. He had been nervous. But... Tavros initiated it. He was the one who put a hand to Gamzee's face and made the hairs down his neck stand up on end.
And he was the one who made that godforsaken sound.
Gamzee's breathing hitched at the thought of it.
His fingers traced the elastic of his boxers warily before he drew his hand away.

No, he thought, Karkat is on his way. If he all up and motherfucking catches me doing this sort of shit he'll rage at me for the rest of my life, most likely.

He instead chose to rest his head on his arms, and hum some kind of nonsensical tune as he waited for his best bro to arrive.

Within around eight minutes, a knock was head at the door, followed by a "Let me in, asshole!".

Karkat.

It had been a while since Gamzee had last seen him. It must have been about a year at least. With Karkat's studies at community college and Gamzee's... Issues, there was hardly any time to hang out. Gamzee jumped up and pulled the door open.

"Karbro!" He almost cheered, bringing his best friend into a tight embrace.
Karkat Vantas was short, considerably so compared to most 18 year olds, and his dark ash brown hair and weird, reddish eyes made him look like an incredibly angry pixie. In which Gamzee would waste no time in reminding him.

"Gamzee get the fuck off of me you idiot!" Karkat barked, pushing the taller away. Gamzee chuckled.

"You ain't changed, bro." He stepped aside to let his short friend through. He mused that he might even be shorter than Tavros. Or at least, it'd be a tie.

"You have." Karkat pulled off his thick grey coat and woolen hat, revealing his scrawny frame. "You're a lot calmer. Just as fucking stupid though."

Gamzee grinned, disregarding the second comment and he shut the door. "Yeah motherfucker, it's the medication. Keeps me sweet. You dig?"

Karkat sighed, mumbling about regretting his decision to take his coat off. "So. This Tavros business."

Gamzee plopped down on the couch, leaning his head over the back of it. "I don't know, man. What do I do?"

Karkat dragged a chair over from the kitchen unit and sat on it.

In that weird ass way he always sits. Like a motherfucking father figure or some shit.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man. It's like; All of these miracles piled up one by one but with no way of getting to them. You know?" Gamzee looked up and frowned, pitiful.

"No, I don't. The only way you're going to know if feelings are mutual is if you make yourself more obvious. That way, he has to be a dense fuck to not realize it. But... Try to keep it at least a little platonic."

"Ugh..." He rolled his head back again, slapping his hand to cover his eyes. "Is this just a motherfucking way of showing I need to get rid of pent up emotions or is this like, legitimate, Karkat-"

The door knocked again, not impatiently like Karkat.

I wonder if this is Tavbro?

"Gamzee?" Tavros' voice sounded on the reverse side of the door.

"Tavbro!" Gamzee pulled up from the couch, filled with mirth and opened the door.

"Hey, Gamzee!" Tavros beamed, cold breath still whisping from his mouth from outside like smoke. He looked past Gamzee's shoulder at Karkat. "And, uhh, hi.."

Gamzee moved aside to let the cold boy in. "Oh, him? That's my best bro, Karkat. He came over to have a feelings jam about...something..."

"I assume you're Tavros." Karkat leant on the back of the chair and stared at him with piercing red eyes, as Tavros looked at him with chocolate coloured ones.

"Uhh...yeah I am. Did, Gamzee mention me?"

"No, he didn't mention 'his Tavbro' at all. This is literally the first time he's ever mentioned you, ever." He added air quotes where appropriate.

"O-oh...uhh, okay?" Tavros turned to Gamzee. "I was, going to make tea. Did you two, want some?"

"That sounds great, Tav." Gamzee chuckled, ruffling his hair fondly, lingering in the strands of soft brown locks. Karkat grimaced slightly, scowling as he stood. The chair made a loud scraping as he moved it, making the two turn to him.

"This is more than I can bear. I'm leaving, 'Rezi wants me to dress the Christmas tree with her. That should be fun." He paused to put his coat and hat on. "Happy holidays, Tavros."

"Oh, uh, Merry Christmas Karkat."

"Later, bro." Gamzee pulled his best friend into an embrace. "Nice seeing what little there is of you."
He mentally high-fived himself for remembering to make a short joke before Karkat left.

"Shut the fuck up." Karkat growled, but he returned the hug nevertheless. "I'll speak to you later."

As Karkat left, Gamzee sat back down and looked at Tavros as he busied himself in the kitchen, the strange aching sensation in his chest returning, as it had been doing more recently. He put it down to heartburn, however, and he ignored it.

"Uh, here. Tea for you." Tavros handed Gamzee a mug with a whimsical cartoon cat printed on the front. "It isn't too strong, is it?"

Gamzee sipped the tea, cursing when it burned his tongue. "Nah motherfucker. A bit hot though."

"Sorry..!" Tavros chuckled, curling up beside Gamzee with a cup of his own. The two sat in silence, sipping tea and appreciating the warmth the hot drink brought.
Eventually Gamzee spoke up, the silence killing him.

"It's the Christmas party tomorrow, right? I saw Strider all up and getting some fancy-ass food delivered. Not even take out, Tavbro! Motherfucking incredible, amiright." Gamzee spoke more to himself than Tavros; his knowledge of the outside world was still oh-so childlike. The way he reacted when shows that he loved had been cancelled three years ago, or how appalled he was when he found out wheelie shoes weren't cool any more.

"Yeah... Did you, uhh, still want to go? Of course, if you didn't mind keeping up the 'boyfriend' act." Tavros blushed a little at the idea.

"It might be fun. Besides," Gamzee wound an arm around the other and winked. "I wanna show the world my bitch."

Tavros giggled and played along. "Bitch? Please, I think that I'm, more than just a, bitch. I'm the best you'll ever get, babe."

Oh sweet Lord.

Gamzee was so close to just ravaging the poor unsuspecting boy.

No. Not yet.

He removed his arm and chuckled. "Don't I know it?"

"Hey Gamzee?"

"Yeah 'Sweetums'?" Gamzee asked, smirking.

"Does this mean we're, supposed to kiss eachother?"

Gamzee froze. He hadn't thought of that. This was a great opportunity to get at least a little bit of what he wanted from Tavros. But he tried to look aloof.

"If...that's what it takes for the motherfucker to stay off of your back."

"Oh...okay." Tavros nodded slowly. It looked like he was thinking of something. The glint in his eye almost suggesting that he was...plotting. He went on to talk about presents and Christmas.

"What would you like, Gam?"

"Nah bro, you don't have to motherfucking get me anything. The fact that you're letting me stay over for Christmas is present enough." Gamzee waved his hands, rejecting the thought of Tavros spending money on him. He had done enough already!

"I insist! P-please, let me get you something." Tavros stammered desperately, holding onto Gamzee's arm and looking up at him pitifully.

Gamzee sighed. "Fine. If you really must, I've been itching to get some motherfucking facepaints for ages. My last ones ran out and the motherfuckers at the Institute wouldn't let me get more." Gamzee explained.

"Face paint?"

"Yeah, Tavbro. I wanna join the Cirque du Soleil. Get my motherfucking clown on."

"Hah... Until then, just work on getting, a regular job." Tavros replied. It was difficult to tell what the boy was thinking, whether he approved or was disgusted by the notion. Soon after the two had finished their tea and Tavros said goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow, 'honey'." Gamzee winked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, 'love'." Tavros grinned and blew a kiss, which Gamzee pretended to catch and hold close to his heart.

"Later bro." Gamzee chuckled, and Tavros left with a smile plastered onto his face. He waited until the footsteps of the younger were inaudible before he stood and moved to his bedroom with a mirth and vigor he had not possessed before Tavros had arrived. He decided that he had waited long enough, and that he would get rid of the frustration, or at least reduce it.
He closed the door behind him, as if he was worried that someone would walk in despite living alone.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he dipped his fingers past his waistband and brushed them over his half erect dick through his boxers. He pushed his jeans down to his thighs, just far enough so that he could pleasure himself without dying of pneumonia in the process. Gently, he eased off his boxers and gripped onto his length, hissing and bucking into his own hand. In his mind's eye it was not he who had a tight grasp on his penis, but Tavros. His Tavros had a daring gleam in his eye as he began to pump his hand up and down. Gamzee's legs quivered as precum made his hand slick and sticky, and he hitched a breath.
Whenever he imagined Tavros doing something like this to him, he found that he never lasted long. His imaginary Tavros quickened his hand as he whispered small promises and dirty secrets into the pinkish shell of Gamzee's ear, biting it before kissing and sucking a trail down his neck to his collarbone. But Tavros wouldn't do that. Not the real one, anyway.

Although, as Gamzee thought in passing, it wouldn't be so motherfucking unfortunate if he did.

The hand wrapped around Gamzee quickened to an almost breakneck speed before he finished quite spectacularly into his hand, hissing Tavros' name through gritted teeth. Gamzee flopped down onto the bed, smirking as he stared at the ceiling.

"Can't wait for this party. It's gonna be bitchtits."

A/N: SOBS