A/N: This is the longest chapter yet, at over 3000 words!
There's some hot stuff at the end...
And first kiss, whoo!
Anyway, enjoy!
"You still okay with this?" Gamzee asked, looking at the younger boy beside him, patting him on the shoulder. Tavros looked up at him and grinned, entwining a shy, wavering hand into Gamzee's.
"It's okay, Gamzee. Really." He smiled, letting go to knock on the door. Tavros had a plan.
He had decided that since he couldn't figure out how he felt about Gamzee, he'd do something impulsive to get rid of any frustration that may reside inside of him so that they could be regular friends again.
The door opened and the pair were greeted by a mildly cheerful Dave wearing a Christmas jumper (to which he would probably claim to be 'ironic'), and the usual bustle of a party; chatter, music and cheering, with people dancing, with friends, family or significant others and conversing with people they had only just met.
"Sup."
"Hey there motherfucker. Happy Christmas." Gamzee grinned, wrapping an arm around Tavros' shoulders. Tavros gripped the fabric on the arm resting over him, feeling protected.
"Hi Dave. Merry Christmas." Tavros smiled, scratching his cheek anxiously. Dave nodded, an eyebrow raised, and he opened the door wider.
"Come on in you two." Dave replied, his voice laced with something suspicious, Tavros couldn't put his finger on it. Dave sat down and picked up a very alcoholic drink, bringing it to his lips.
"Sweet." The two of them moved into the room, and ot instantly dawned on Tavros what he felt was wrong. A cheer and giggle went up through the room as they were stopped in the room.
Mistletoe. Curse you, you Christmas tradition you.
"You gotta do it, guys. Christmas tradition." Dave called, raising the drink above his head.
"Uh-" Gamzee began, before Tavros pulled the fabric and turned to him.
"It's, uhh, fine Gamzee. It's just...pretend, right?" Tavros whispered, inaudible to everyone other than Gamzee, but the blush evident to every party guest and their grandmas.
"If you say so, bro." Gamzee flashed a smile. Tavros could swear that he was secretly pleased, but he dismissed that instantly.
Not to say that he himself wasn't...
Brain, now is not, the time for this!
"Come on, you guys. Or are you just bluffing about this relationship thing?" Dave called.
Not good. If he finds out that we're not, dating, he'll go for me...probably.
They were in too deep now, so they had to go through with it. Tavros pressed his chest to Gamzee's, and a hand to his cheek, and he brought the other's head down so their lips could meet. Gamzee's hand shot up to place itself on the back of Tavros' head.
Although Gamzee's lips were chapped to high heavens, they were very warm, and pleasant to kiss. Tavros could feel butterflies in his stomach as they parted.
"There." Gamzee's announced breathlessly. "Now where's the motherfucking drinks?"
Tavros stood in the kitchen, the usual hotspot for people who 'don't do parties'. He held a drink in his hand, some concoction of vodka and juice, after discovering that the apartment held no soft drink of any kind whatsoever. Therefore he had been drinking alcohol for three straight hours, and was starting to feel the effects.
He really wasn't having a good time. Gamzee had started chatting to a hipster kid with a purple streak in his hair, who looked at Tavros with an air of disdain before he absconded into the kitchen.
As of three minutes ago, he was the only one in the kitchen. A fairly sweet, if kind of intoxicated blonde haired female talked to him, giggling at his shy, unsure responses, though not unkindly. She was whisked away by a girl with green eyes, silvery white dyed hair and an English accent, who apologised to Tavros before they left, hand in hand. Tavros sat at the tiny table, staring out of the window as someone opened the door.
"Thup, T.V." Sollux greeted him.
"Hi Sollux. Uhh, what are you doing here? If...if you don't, mind me asking?" Tavros replied, grinning awkwardly.
"I know Dee Eth. Long thtory short, we met in middle thchool." He explained. "Tho what are you doing in here dude?"
"Oh, uh." Tavros laughed. He scratched the back of his head anxiously. "I don't really...do, parties."
Don't ask about the kiss don't ask about the kiss don't-
"Tho. That kith. What wath that about, huh?"
Fuck.
"Oh, uh..." He turned a shade of red and smiled. He wasn't sure whether to go with the plan and say "Yeah, he's my boyfriend" or tell him the truth.
"Tho doeth thith mean you're gay?"
"I don't, really know. To be honest, I haven't really, uhh, thought about it..?"
The door opened again. Dave walked into the room and stood there, an intoxicated blush spread over his nose. "Sup Lispy, Tavros."
"You're tho fucking funny man, I mean oh God, my ribth." Sollux rolled his eyes and replied curtly.
"I'm here all week. So what are you sad sacks doing in here? Come join the party. And Tav?"
Tavros looked up. He wasn't sure if he liked the way Dave was nicknaming him so freely. "Yeah?"
"Gamzee is looking for you. I think he's stoned. "Thollux' " hipster ass boyfriend gave him something, I think."
"E.D. is not my boyfriend! And thtop making fun of my lithp!" Sollux snarled, his elongated canines flashing.
"Whatever bro. " Dave laughed and stepped out of the way as Tavros made his way out of the kitchen to find Gamzee.
He had never himself taken any sorts of recreational drugs but Rufioh had a tendency to come home stinking of weed; drowsy and overly affectionate ("Come here little bro, I want to feel your fluffy hair ..it's so poofy...w-where...where are you going?") so he knew what the effects were. But he wasn't sure how Gamzee would react to it though, what with his problems.
"Gam? Gamzee?" He called into the party. He could barely see over anyone's head, so he was relying on his friend's height to spot him.
Friend...
What even were they at this point? They had kissed. Tavros got the fluttery feeling.
But it was all pretend, right?
I should have asked Dave, where he is, Tavros thought bitterly as he ducked under an arm.
How big is this apartment?
It was hopeless. He ended up sat on the couch, head resting on his hand. People passed by, including the blonde girl from before, wondering why he was sat there. He was offered another drink too; one which he gladly accepted and drank like water. It burned his throat like bleach and gave his mouth a weird, lemony taste.
"Honk." A familiar voice audibly grinned above him. Tavros looked up and saw Gamzee leaning on the back of the chair, staring down at him. "What's up, motherfucker?"
"I've been looking for you!" Tavros chided, turning his head to face him. He had a familiar herbal stench attached to his clothes. "You, stink of weed."
"I do? Yeah, my new bro Eridan gave me some. Stuffs full of motherfucking miracles, Tavbro." He sat on the arm of the chair and flopped over, lying on Tavros' lap. "It's so great."
"Gamzee!?" The boy's cheeks flushed as he held his hands up, unsure of where to put them. Gamzee's legs dangled off of the edge of the loveseat and he jiggled his foot a little. His hand caressed Tavros' face gently.
"You're so motherfucking cute, Tav. You know that, right?" He sighed, tugging at his bottom lip and chuckling.
As alcohol pulsed through his veins, he got an idea. His Dutch courage and clouded brain told him that this was the surefire way to get rid of the frustration he had been feeling throughout the month.
"Sit up, Gamzee. Please?" Tavros swallowed, his brows closely knitted together.
I might as well, take use of this situation.
"Ugh. That requires moving, and this motherfucker wants none a' that." The tall stoned man groaned, nevertheless complying.
"Come here." Tavros ordered, his voice coming out surprisingly clear and determined. Gamzee shuffled over to Tavros, his knees touching the smaller's and his personal space boundaries virtually non-existent. He wrapped an arm around the younger's shoulder and frowned, eyes wide and bloodshot. He was worried.
"Did I do something wrong? Because whatever this motherfucker has done he can fix it, promise." Gamzee rushed, his eyebrows creased with concern and anxiousness.
"You're such an ass." Tavros sighed, and he pulled the other by his hoodie so their lips collided with a painful clack of teeth. Gamzee hesitated as Tavros grunted in encouragement, before shifting the smaller onto his lap, deepening the kiss. He trailed his hand down the Latino's back to let it rest at the base of his spine, fingers poking into the back of his waistband.
No, Tavros thought. I'm, in control here.
Tavros flicked his tongue against Gamzee's bottom lip, requesting entry. Gamzee parted his lips as if to say something, but what he meant to say only came out as a garble of mumbles as Tavros' tongue invaded the area of his mouth, tasting the sweet musk of the marijuana Gamzee was smoking beforehand, with undertones of strong alcohol.
Keenly, the other's tongue fought back, exploring the mouth cavity and each individual tooth.
The two broke away, gasping slightly. The party continued around them, unaffected by their display of affection.
"...Fuck, Tav." Gamzee whispered huskily, and he rested his head in the crook of the boy's neck, hot breath sending shivers down the other's neck. Tavros smiled softly and ran a hand through Gamzee's curly, untamed mane.
"I... like you a lot, Gamzee. But, uhh, I won't remember that I said it tomorrow." He admitted, smiling guiltily. Gamzee moved back to look at him, caressing his face.
"Ain't nothing, love. Let's just enjoy tonight."
Within ten minutes of the drink-induced confession, the two stumbled out of Dave's apartment, not bothering to say goodbye to their host and they clumsily unlocked the door to Gamzee's, giggling and clasping clammy hands, Gamzee stealing a gentle kiss from his companion before they entered the apartment.
Gamzee led Tavros through the dark room, the reflections on their eyes being the only things they could see of eachother.
"I'll, uhh, turn on the lamp." Tavros slurred, referring to the tall lamp standing in the corner of the room. He slipped his hand out of Gamzee's grasp, and stumbled towards where he thought the corner was. "Ow, fuck..." He mumbled as he walked into a wall, making a dull clunking sound barely audible against the pulsing of the music next door. Eventually through feeling his hands against the bumpy wall, he switched on the light and the room was illuminated with a purplish hue from the lamp shade.
"Come here." Gamzee smiled, lust creeping through his bloodshot, cloudy eyes, he sat on the couch and beckoned Tavros over with a curling finger.
Tavros sat next to the other, confidence drained from his previous endeavor. He stared at the older boy beside him and their eyes locked.
I want to fuck him, the braver part of his brain announced. Tavros really hoped he only thought it.
Gamzee grinned wolfishly and leaned back on the furniture, pulling Tavros to lie against his horizontal frame. Tavros squeaked a little as he held his hands out on Gamzee's chest to stabilize himself, before shifting so he sat on the other's waist.
The raven haired fellow stared up at the Latino above him, and he slid a hand up his shirt, sitting up and biting Tavros' ear, before whispering huskily into it.
"And fuck him you shall."
Oh. So I did say that out loud.
Gamzee ==
As Tavros sat in the kitchen, Gamzee left with his new bro, a hipster called Eridan with ginger hair and a purple streak through it.
"So, Gam. I'm gonna go havve a smoke, you wwant to join?" Eridan had an odd stutter that made him sound a little pretentious, Gamzee noticed. He opened the door to the bathroom, where two other guests smoked a peculiar kind of cigarette. Eridan ignored them as he opened the window wider and pulled out a bag full of what looked like dried herbs.
"Hey bro, what the motherfuck is that shit?" Gamzee asked curiously, as Eridan rolled a cigarette with some in, twisting the top and flicking on a lighter. He lit it and put it to his lips, inhaling.
Eridan pulled the cigarette away and blew out the bluish smoke, grinning at Gamzee. "You wwant some?" He held it out.
"Are you sure?" Gamzee asked. He hadn't really been educated on the dangers of drugs further than "Don't fucking do it man", so his defenses were down. He took it, inspecting the ash falling into the sink curiously.
"Go ahead."
Gamzee brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply, coughing out smoke and covering his face.
"Wwoah wwhat are you okay?" Eridan raised an eyebrow, rolling himself another. "You havve done this before, right?"
"Huh? Oh yeah man of course. Just...inhaled too motherfucking quickly, you know?" Gamzee coughed again, watching as the two previously in the bathroom laughed at his reaction and left. He took another drag, exhaling the warm smoke from his nose and mouth, grinning. Eridan chuckled and lit up.
In ten minutes Gamzee was stoned and feeling all sorts of miracles. He pulled Eridan into a tight hug, thanking him for his company. He needed to look for Tavros. That kiss from before was actually...really nice. It was overwhelming at the time, so much so that Gamzee needed to leave his side and get a drink so that he wouldn't melt into a lovesick puddle.
Wait, no, what, this isn't love...
He downed another drink and set off in a search for Tavros. He found him sitting alone, frowning with his brow furrowed.
Better go cheer up my bro, Gamzee thought.
And now here he was, led on his couch with his Tavbro straddling him, his lips next to Tavros' ear. He kissed down Tavros' neck, stopping at the space underneath his jaw. He bit at his friend's flesh, bruising the skin. It turned a deep purpley-red that Gamzee decided he quite liked.
The purr was emitted from Tavros' throat, suggesting urgency and a need that Gamzee had to fulfill, and his hands glided up Tavros' tanned sides, dragging up the shirt he wore in the process.
His stomach was surprisingly toned, Gamzee noticed, as he slid his hands behind Tavros' back and graced fingers around his spine.
"Let me take your shirt off, Tavbro." Gamzee whispered, breathing heightened as a line of kisses made their way to his collar.
Tavros retracted and smirked, biting his lip in a way that was so fucking hot to Gamzee. Gamzee rolled off the shirt, removing it slowly enough so that he could admire his companion's fine physique. He pulled it off of Tavros' head and tossed it somewhere. Probably over the couch.
"You're so motherfucking hot..." He breathed, and Tavros laughed low in his throat.
Gamzee pulled him down to his mouth, flicking the other's lip with his tongue, wanting entry.
Tavros opened his mouth greedily, balling his fists up into the fabric of Gamzee's hoodie. Tongues pushed against tongues as the two battled for domination of the space.
Tavros pushed his hand under Gamzee's clothes, scratching down his smooth chest hard enough to cut the skin with his surprisingly sharp nails.
Not that he was complaining.
Gamzee quickly pulled off the hoodie, and the shirt he wore underneath and broke the kiss, moving to Tavros' collar and biting down on the area, working to make a bruise. Tavros gasped and grabbed Gamzee's hair by the fistful, his chin tipping to point at the ceiling. When finished, he licked a stripe up Tavros' neck, biting his ear by the lobe, a little less than tenderly. Tavros ground his hips slightly, apparently aroused by the display of pain.
Kinky little motherfucker.
Gamzee slid his hands down Tavros' bare back and cupped the boy's behind, smirking as a squeeze earns him another grind of the hips.
Stop, the voice of reason came out clear.
What? Why the fuck should I? Gamzee challenged his mind.
Because one, you won't remember by morning when you wake up. Two, chances are he's a virgin. Don't you think he'd want to remember his first time? Three, you might hurt him, if the meds wear off and you get...weird. And four, how will you explain the nudity if neither of you can remember fucking?
Gamzee frowned and shifted, sitting up. The almighty voice of reason was right again.
Tavros looked at him, eyes filled with a mixture of lust, confusion and disappointment.
"Gamzee? What's wrong?" Tavros cupped his face and looked at him with chocolate brown eyes. Gamzee rested his forehead against Tavros' and sighed.
"...I think we should just all up and get our hug on, Tavbro." Gamzee grinned, moving so Tavros sat with him, inbetween his legs.
Tavros turned back and nodded. "Okay." He whispered, the disappointment in his voice draining as Gamzee placed a sweet kiss on the others lips. Tavros leaned against Gamzee's chest and closed his eyes, and Gamzee did the same, mumbling an old lullaby from the old country to his Tavbro. The same one his mother sang to him all those years ago before she died.
"Dormi, dormi, ninna, nanna, dormi mio bambino bello..."
Tavros smiled with closed eyes and replied in Spanish,
"...a la puerta del cielo, esperar a que se me..."
And they both drifted off, the aching of longing in their chests ever present.