Sorry I haven't update in, like, 2 months. School, stress, etc.
This chapter is really fluffy. If you didn't know better, you'd think this fanfiction was a god damn bunny. It's that fluffy.
Also, now featuring super long paragraphs and some really long sentences.
Okay, yeah. So, we're all clear that I don't own Homestuck? Okay. Good. Good.
"Motherfuck, Tav," Gamzee laughed and pulled his ear away from Tavros's mouth. "We're in fucking public, man."
Some time had passed. Gamzee had gotten to know Tavros better and vice versa. He had started picking up on some of his boyfriend's quirks and habits that he hadn't really noticed before. For example, Tavros, even though there was barely any hair around his ears, still tried to tuck away pieces behind his ear. He'd try to push nonexistent strands but then immediately put down his hand in his lap, hoping no one noticed.
Tavros also had a tendency to beckon Gamzee to come over, as if he were going to tell him a secret, then whisper really dirty things into his ear, just to see if he could get Gamzee to blush, something he said he loved to see. It embarrassed the hell out of Gamzee if other people were around. And even though he never admitted it, Tavros still knew, and he still did it.
That was something else Gamzee noticed about Tavros. He was a total dick sometimes. And if you wanted to see some major sass in action, you would've visited Tavros Nitram, because that guy had some serious attitude. But this just piled on to the things Gamzee loved about him. The fact that they could be huge douche bags together was a miracle. And then there were the times that Tavros was so unbelievably adorable. Sometimes he'd look at cat videos on Youtube when you brought your laptop over, and he'd laugh for hours. Once he was done laughing, hours later he'd crack up out of no where, saying between giggles, "I thought of the cat again."
Gamzee realized he probably couldn't make a list of all of the things that he loved about Tavros Nitram, because that list would go on for infinity and would probably disintegrate his right hand if he were to write it. Some of the major things would be the way he tried to hide his porn stash, even though Gamzee could see the magazines under his bed, the way his face lit up when he talked about his books and fairy-tales and flying, the way he drew Gamzee little characters on post-it notes and stuck them on things he'd find when he got home, and let's not forget the way he snorted when he laughed sometimes. Gamzee sighed, caught up in his daydreams.
"Gamzee?" Tavros asked, his hands in his lap and his eyes bright. Gamzee jumped a little, being woken up from his "castle in the air" if you will. "Did you want to go back inside?"
"Yeah, sure. There are too many people out here to get in a good conversation with you," Gamzee smiled. Even after all this time, Tavros still wasn't comfortable talking in front of other people. Sometimes he tried really hard. He could never do it. Usually, all that came out was a squeak. And when they went back up to his room, Tavros would say all the words he wished he could've said to the person. Sometimes he'd cry. But all of the time, Gamzee was there with him.
Gamzee took his handlebars and pushed him inside, onto the elevator, and to his room. Sometimes if Tavros was up to it, Gamzee would push Tavros in the elevator, walk out, wait a while, then dash up the stairs to see if he could beat him to the room. Usually Gamzee would let Tavros win, or that's what he always told himself. However, today was not one of those days. Tavros wasn't feeling too hot, so there wouldn't be much playing around.
Usually on days like these, Gamzee would pick Tavros up out of his chair and lie him in bed. Then, he'd crawl in next to him on top of the sheets, and they'd stare at the ceiling or at each other. Gamzee did all of those things today. Today they would stare at the ceiling, and they would hold hands while doing so. Usually, Gamzee would go on and on about random things, not making Tavros talk if he didn't want to. When he did this, Tavros would always drift off; Gamzee could always tell when he started his light snoring. When he woke, he'd always use the excuse that Gamzee had a very soothing voice and that he couldn't help it. However, Gamzee was pretty sure it was because Tavros got bored, or Tav just wanted to cuddle, so he faked being asleep because he was too embarrassed to ask. It was probably the latter.
But on this day, Tavros specifically said, "I want to talk, Gamzee."
"About what?"
"Anything... Everything."
Gamzee laughed and squeezed Tavros's hand lightly. "Can I maybe up and ask you something then?"
"Yeah. Anything."
"I've always had this curiosity rumbling in my cranium about you and this Rufio guy you always draw."
Tavros took a minute and looked over at the countless pictures taped to his walls and scattered across his room. "Don't laugh."
"I would never motherfucking laugh at something that seemed so important to a motherfucker."
"He's an imaginary friend I've had... forever, it seems." He paused. "He's like my confidence. He's everything I wish I could be and more... And I draw him... or write letters to him... whenever I'm feeling down... which is basically, always...
"whenever I think about, you know, um, yeah..."
Gamzee turned his head and looked at the portion of the room he could see without having to sit up. He had never noticed before, but the whole room was littered with Rufio drawings and letters and all kinds of things. Gamzee had been picking them up and looking at them when Tavros had his back turned or was out of the room. He never read the letters, but sometimes the drawings had little quotes on them that Gamzee guessed were from some. But now that he knew this information, everything about the innocent drawings seemed to change. Everything they were, everything Gamzee thought they were changed. Hundreds of pieces of paper were there, representing every time Tavros felt bad about himself, wanted to change everything that Gamzee found perfect.
Gamzee's face grew troubled. He turned over to look at Tavros, who was looking up at the ceiling. He moved closer and slung his arm around Tavros. He pulled him close and kissed his lips in little pecks. He kissed the tears away. He kissed the bridge of his nose. Tavros snuggled his head between Gamzee's head and shoulder. Gamzee pecked kisses at his neck. He stopped and asked in a whisper, "What stopped you, Tav?"
There wasn't a reply.
"Tavros, I don't know what I would do without you."
No reply.
Gamzee held on tighter.
Doesn't update for 2 months.
Drops feelings all over you.
Sorry.