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It's Alright
(Matt & Kim)
[Maybe we're going nowhere fast, ohhh. And maybe we never even touched the gas, ohhh.]
You're John Egbert, and you think Karkat's about to kill someone.
Of course, your main concern is Dave, because the blond prick is standing beside you, arm slung around your waist and face impassive. But you know him too well, and you know behind that cool facade is a snarky man about to say something rude and unneeded, and with Karkat's current attitude, you don't think it'll end well. So you're keeping a close eye on him while Gamzee holds a flashlight over the car's exposed engine and Karkat inspects said engine like he knows what he's doing.
He doesn't know what he's doing, and you all know that, but none of you have the heart to say so.
"What's the prognosis, man?" Dave asks, a small quirk already lifting his lips at the corners. He knows it'll piss Karkat off. You pinch him so hard he yelps and rubs his side with the hand not around your waist, and he glares at you when you snicker at his abused expression. His sunglasses are perched on top of his head, as all three of you have seen his eyes many times and it's too dark to wear them, and his exposed face is so expressive that it makes you laugh sometimes.
"The prognosis is that you should shut the fuck up," Karkat says, not turning around. "Shit- is this thing supposed to look like anything? Because it doesn't look like shit except for wires and tubes."
"Well, that's the engine, bro," Gamzee says helpfully. "And that's where the oil goes in-"
"Gamzee, I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth unless the next words are what's wrong with the car."
"What if it's something that'll make you motherfuckin' happy?"
"It will make me happy to know what's wrong with the car, you slobbering taint-licking fuck."
"Nah, man. This is better than that."
"Jesus fucking- what? What is it?"
"I love you, best friend."
Karkat stands up straight just to push Gamzee over, and Gamzee falls in slow motion, landing flat on his back in the street before he folds into himself like a dying spider. Dave snorts next to you and then waltzes over to Karkat, hands going up defensively when Karkat's glare directs toward him.
"Easy there, Kar-cactus. I'm just gonna check what's wrong with the car," Dave says.
"Like you even know," Karkat snaps.
"Hey man, I could be an asshole and say something mean like 'back atcha, short stack', but why don't we take the high road for once and you let me look at the car?"
"Fine, you tape-worm filled prick, have at it." Karkat sits on top of Gamzee, unwilling to sit directly on the ground. Gamzee lifts his arms to poke at Karkat's face, and then yelps when Karkat bites his hand. Laughing, you walk over to them while Dave inspects the car. He's not really great with cars or anything, but he knows more than the rest of you, since Dirk is somewhat of a mechanic. Not to mention he looks pretty hot bent over the engine like that.
"Stop ogling the praying mantis, Egbert," Karkat snaps. You look down at him to see him light something that look suspiciously like a joint. "It's not like he has an ass to look at."
"Hey dude, I've got the best ass," Dave says, wiggling it a bit to prove his point. "I'm like Goldilocks. I'm just right."
"If just right is the size of an old lady's cane, then yeah, you're fucking Goldilocks," Karkat responds.
"You're just jealous that you're short and scrawny," Dave says. "You didn't even get the tall gene. You're just kinda there, shooting off obscenities and emitting an unpleasant aura."
"Shut up and tell me what's wrong with my car, you fucking slut socket."
"It probably saw your face too long."
"Strider, I swear to whatever fucking higher life form there might be, I am not in the mood. I'll kill you. I will just murder you right here, and no one will even care."
"I kinda will," you say, dodging when he tries to kick you. Grumbling, you move to stand beside Dave, who waggles his eyebrows at you.
"Bad news, bro," Dave says, moving away from the car.
"What's wrong with it?" Karkat asks.
"No clue, so you're gonna have to call someone."
"We're in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and it's almost midnight," Karkat hisses. "Where the fuck are we supposed to go?"
"I dunno man, Google the area we're in and find a tow service. It ain't rocket science," Dave says, yawning a bit. He dodges the punch Karkat directs at him and flops against your back, arms moving to encircle your waist. "I vote we make the assholes wait out here and you let me show you a good time in the backseat," he mumbles into your ear.
"Are you gonna give me a massage first?" you ask, nudging his head with yours.
"Hell yeah, gotta romance my lady first," he grins.
"Fuck yourself, Romeo. I'm not a lady!"
"Yeah, you're too full of rugged manly charm," Dave says sarcastically. Karkat is walking down the highway, phone at his ear as he speaks to someone. "I actually kinda feel bad for that asshole."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Seems like whatever can go wrong will go wrong. It's just not his week."
"Hmm," you agree. "Poor Karkat."
"Don't y'all motherfuckin' worry," Gamzee says from the ground and you jump. You really forgot he was there. "I got just the thing he needs."
"A dick?" Dave guesses, and you smack him in the chest.
"Next best thing, my brother."
"Alright, well great. Just fucking great," Karkat announces as he returns, looking more than enraged. "The fucking tow guy is closed, but that number on the website is his cell, so he's making an exception to come get us."
"Isn't that good?" you ask, confused by his fury. The glare he gives you could curdle milk, you think.
"No, you stupid fuck, because we have to wait for him to get here and he's already about forty-five minutes away, not adding the time it takes for him to get everything ready. And all the mechanics will be closed this late, so we'll have to wait till morning for anyone to fix my car. Jesus fucking Christ, why is this my life? Why the actual fuck is this my life?" Karkat sinks to the ground beside Gamzee, hands over his face.
"There, there, best friend," Gamzee says, uncurling from his spider stance. "I've got just the thing."
You all watch him warily as he takes the keys from Karkat, slinks to the trunk, digs out his bag and ruffles through it. When he emerges, he's holding a tiny plastic bag and wearing a shit eating grin on his face.
"I thought- you fucking ass clown- I told you there better not be drugs in there!" Karkat snarls, hopping to his feet in an instant.
"No, you said it better not be filled with drugs, my man," Gamzee grins. "And it ain't."
"What are those?" you ask, slightly worried. Gamzee smiles widely at you, which is even more unsettling.
"Shrooms, my scared looking brother. Shrooms. And you're doing them with us."
"Like hell I am!" you say, suddenly not liking the way everyone is looking at you. "How many times do I have to tell you guys- I don't do drugs!"
"He doesn't have to do them," Dave says. "But count me in, man, I could use it."
"Daaaaave," you whine.
"Dude, I let you talk me into being a healthy, upstanding citizen a high amount of time. We're waiting for some asshole in the middle of nowhere, and we've still got a five hour drive to go. I'm not gonna be sober for the next four hours, okay? And you're gonna deal with that."
"You fucking prick," you say, looking away from him. "I'm not babysitting you."
No one answers you, and when you look over at them, they're all chewing something. What have you heard about shrooms? Not much, if you're being honest. Hell, the only reason you don't like weed that much is because of the paranoia it gives you, which Dave and Sollux both told you goes away after the first few times you do it. Shrooms aren't really anything you've heard about, but then again, you're straight edged. Dave's told you so many, many times, and he'll continue to do so. You're pretty sure no one's ever died from shrooms, right? Not that you're thinking of doing them or anything!
...Okay, so you are. But only because you don't want to babysit the three of them all night, and because it does sound kind of nice not being sober. You've been so stressed for a long time, and the knowledge that you're not making good time to Washington is even more of a burden, because if you aren't on time for the wedding, it's your fault for convincing Dave to go on this trip. And that's why, slowly, you move to sit beside Dave, and reach your hand in the bag, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Shit man, are you really gonna trip with me?" Dave asks excitedly, and you finally look at him, seeing the mischief swirling in his eyes. Nodding, you pop the offending things in your mouth- just the right amount, Gamzee says- and then Gamzee crushes the bag, stuffing it in his pocket.
"It takes a bit to kick in," Karkat informs you as he leans back on his hands, his legs coming to rest in Gamzee's lap.
You're sitting for a while, how long, you aren't sure- but Dave is playing with your hands when you first feel something. You look up at Dave in alarm, but he's looking up at the sky with an oddly thoughtful expression on his face, so you look at Gamzee and Karkat. Gamzee grins at you, but Karkat is looking at the ground, same expression on his face as Dave.
"You feeling something, my man?" Gamzee asks you, but nope, nuh-uh, you aren't saying anything. Not this time. When you did weed with Dave, Sollux, and Gamzee that first time, they spent a good ten minutes asking you to voice how you felt, and then laughing at all the stupid babble oozing from your mouth. So you're gonna be quiet this time, and observe everyone else.
Yup, that's a great master plan.
But your skin is kind of prickly, and you want to ask if that's normal. Not to mention everything is starting to feel...heavy. Yeah, heavy is a good word. The weight of the air itself seems to be pushing you down. You hunch over, thinking it might help, and it kind of does! Fuck yes, you are on this. You are way on this "tripping" thing. Dave is still playing with your hands, but you don't think he even notices he's doing it.
"Dude," Dave says suddenly, making you jump because it takes you a moment to remember people are capable of talking. "I'm feeling it."
"Same," Karkat agrees, fisting some grass in his hand. "This shit's strong, Gamzee."
"Do I ever have anything less than strong?" Gamzee asks rhetorically.
"You okay over there, Egbert?" Karkat asks you, but you're still not speaking, so you shrug. Dave grins at you. "Can you not talk?"
You flip him off and lean on Dave, who wraps a lanky arm around you.
"Shit, you guys," Karkat says after a few minutes of silence. "What if we never make it to Washington? Like, what if this guy never shows up and we die here?"
"We won't die after one night," Dave says. "Besides, do you even want to go to Washington?"
"No," Karkat says. "I fucking don't. But like always, I'm stuck doing what that asshole wants me to do. He's laughing somewhere down in Hell right now, I bet. I hope he's getting raped by a pitchfork."
Gamzee laughs loudly, too loudly, what if he attracts wild animals? Do bears live here? Wolves? Shit, you didn't think this through. "Calm down, bro. Everything's gonna be just fine."
"Yeah, probably. Is it weird that I'm glad we aren't gonna be there for a while longer than we thought? One less night we gotta spend there. Fuck all them, seriously."
"Is your mom old?" Dave asks suddenly.
"What?" Karkat responds, clearly taken aback by the question.
"I mean like, is she older than fifties?"
"She's like forty something. Why?"
"Damn," Dave sighs. "You ever notice how all old people have the same voice? Like, they all sound like they just gargled with rocks or something, and all their voices are deeper than they should be. Even the old women. It's like all old people share one soul or some shit."
"Oh my god," you say, but quickly cover your mouth before more words can come out. Yes, that does make sense, you want to say- but you forgot how to words, so you'll be quiet.
"Strider, shut the fuck up, you're embarrassing yourself," Karkat says.
"No dude, I'm being serious! They all share one soul. They have to, I mean, why else would they sound like that?"
"Because they're old and their voices are dying?"
"What would their collective name be?" Dave asks, clearly not listening to Karkat. "If they all shared one soul, what would their name be? What's a good old person name?"
"Man, look at that motherfuckin' sky," Gamzee says. "You ever think we might get sucked in?"
"Jesus- you assholes are both horrible at maintaining any composure. Why do I continue to get fucked up with you, is the million dollar question."
"It's a legitimate question! Space is fuckin' everywhere, bro! That's what it looks like through the whole universe, but all we can see is what's close to us...it's infinite. You ever stop to ponder how big that is? It's fuckin' forever, man. Goddamn," Gamzee finishes, wrapping his arms around his knees. "This is bigger than me. This is higher than me. I fuckin' can't right now, man."
"No one is higher than you right now, Gamzee," Karkat assures him.
"Carl," Dave says suddenly, giving you a look like he's just figured out the meaning of life. "The collective old person name is Carl."
"Except for Dave, apparently," Karkat sighs.
"You ever think you won't get to live long enough to join the Carls?" Dave asks.
"I probably won't," Karkat says seriously. "I'll end up having a heart attack or some shit from being too mad all the time."
"Don't say that," you say, and bite your tongue before you can say more stupid things. Karkat looks imploringly at you.
"Don't say what?"
"That you'll die! We have to get old together, man. You, me, Dave, Gamzee- we all gotta get old and decrepit together so we can live in the same nursing home and get in wheelchair races and stuff! You can't just die, you selfish shit!"
Dave laughs next to you, his arm around your shoulder shaking your whole body with his, and you flush because you just can't stop talking now, and they're all going to make fun of you later, but they're saying some pretty stupid things too.
"Nah, we're gonna live forever, my motherfuckin' bro-meins," Gamzee says. "When you die you just turn into stardust and shit. So we'll live on in space."
"Yeah, we'll all have a reunion on Jupiter," Karkat says, but you can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not. "And then we'll vote Gamzee off the planet for being an incompetent douchebag."
"Ain't no rules in space, Karbro," Gamzee argues. "Space rules is that there is no rules."
Karkat stares at him, a very serious look on his face. "Has anyone ever told you that you have an extremely punchable face, Gamzee?"
"It's came up a few times, yeah," Gamzee grins at you.
This was a good idea, you think. Yes, everything is going well. You're a little confused as to why you're sitting outside though. No wait, it's because the car broke down, that's right. You're just really forgetful sometimes, you think. Plus everything is kind of fuzzy in general at the moment. Grinning to yourself, you close your eyes, and to your surprise, you can see traces of colors swirling behind your eyelids. Whoa- what the fuck? Why is that happening? Is this normal? What if you die from this and the coroner tell your dad the reason you died was from doing drugs?
"My dad would be so disappointed."
"Huh?" Dave asks.
Shit. You said that out loud.
"Nothing!" you say hurriedly, moving out from under his arm to flop into the grass. The stars are more vibrant than usual, seemingly closer than you're used to. They're moving a little, too. Almost like they're hanging from strings and they're swirling with the wind. You really, really love the wind.
"You ever feel like you're one with the wind?" you ask. "Sometimes it's like the wind mimics my mood. Like, what if I get pissed off or something and a tornado comes and blows us all away?"
"Then I'd say we better all be glad Karkat isn't in control of the wind," Dave sniggers, not bothering to dodge Karkat's fist when it zooms toward his thigh.
"But you don't feel that way about the wind?" you ask.
"No. But sometimes- have you ever gotten the feel that you've been here before?" Karkat asks you.
"It's called deja vu, Karbro," Gamzee offers.
"Not like that, you fucking dildo. No, that you've...been alive before."
"Reincarnation!" you exclaim, and then you wilt while covering your mouth. Bad John. The bears will hear you.
"Yeah, that," Karkat whispers, moving in closer. "I think I've been reincarnated."
"It could just be because time isn't linear," Dave says. "It loops around over and over again, and if you could figure out how to use that to your advantage, you could change things. Shit, man, this is so cool, I've never thought about this before."
"My life is the equivalent of a Fruit by the Foot roll," Karkat muses. "Sounds about right."
"But if time isn't linear, are we aging backwards?" you ask quietly, grabbing Dave's arm. "Are we gonna be babies next year? Holy fuck- I hate babies. No, this can't happen."
"Nah, man. We're gonna be Carls. Karkat's aging backwards though. See how short he's getting?"
Gamzee observes Karkat like this is really something everyone should be concerned about, but Karkat is looking down the street, eyes focused. Lifting your head from the ground, you turn to observe what he's looking at: headlights. A car's coming.
"Is that the tow guy?" Karkat asks.
"I hope so," Dave says. "My ass is cold."
"Should we make noise or something?" Gamzee asks.
"We're not stranded on an island, you dumb fuck. He knows where we are, I called him."
"What if he forgot? What if his past self came and told him something else to do and he forgot since time isn't linear- motherfuck, I need to lie down."
The headlights move closer until they're pulling toward the shoulder where all of you are sitting, practically on top of each other. The driver's side door opens, and an older man with a bushy mustache pokes his head out.
"You boys okay?" he asks. Dave sits up straight next to you, eyes wide.
"He's a Carl," he says, awestruck. Karkat kicks him.
"Yes, sir," Karkat says, his voice a haughty tone you've never heard him use before. "We would very much like a lift to the nearest hotel, please."
"You sound different from the guy that called me," the Carl says. "Hop in the cab with me, and I'll hook your car up."
"That would be lovely," Karkat says as he bites his lip, trying not to crack up from forcing such a serious expression on his face. Gamzee is looking at the tow truck like he's never seen anything quite like it, Dave has his sunglasses pulled down again, but is looking like he wants to ask the old guy a zillion questions, and you- well, you just realized your mouth is wide open for no reason. Bad John. Stop that.
Bugs will fly in.
As soon as you help pull Gamzee to his feet, the Carl is pulling the truck closer, and then he leans over to shove the passenger door open for the four of you. It'll be a tight fit, but you should manage. Good thing you're all pretty scrawny, you think. No sooner are you inside, the Carl is driving in front of Karkat's car, and then he exits to do something- something loud and involving chains.
"My poor baby," Karkat whispers to his car, but his car probably can't hear him. Not if he's whispering.
"It'll be fine," Dave says. "They'll fix her up bright and early, and then we can be on our merry way."
As soon as the car is safely on the back of the tow truck, the Carl is back inside the truck, eyeing the four of you suspiciously.
"You boys from around here?" he asks.
"We're from Hollywood," you tell him. "But I'm really from Washington, and Dave here-" you point to Dave- "is from Texas. And-"
"What he means is no, we're not from here," Karkat says in his fake plastic voice. You frown at him.
"Nah, son, it's fine," the Carl says. "So you're Dave," he nods toward the blond. "And you must be Karkat since you called me. So what's your names?" he motions to you and Gamzee.
Shit. What is your name?
"That's John," Dave says for you. "And the stupid looking one is Gamzee." You wonder why Gamzee didn't respond for himself, but then you notice he's sticking his head out the window, so you don't voice the question.
"Hah, good to meet you. My name's Carl," the Carl says.
Dave makes a strangled noise next to you, and you make sure to keep an eye on his hands, lest he molest the poor guy's face.
The ride is (thankfully) short, and you find yourselves outside a small motel.
"You guys can jump up back to get your bags," the Carl says. "I'll take the car to Barry's Auto Shop down the street, you can't miss it. And they open at seven, so call around eight or so to check on her."
Karkat thanks him and pushes Gamzee out of the truck, then the two of them roam behind the truck. You try to join them, but Dave won't move, is busy staring at the old guy.
"Uh. You okay, there?" the Carl asks.
"I just- I have a spiritual connection with you," Dave says seriously. "You're a Carl. You're the Carl. Shit, this is just. Fuck."
"Daaaave," you whine, pushing him toward the door. You manage to get him out of the truck, but not before Dave can reach forward and pet the poor Carl's mustache. Luckily, Gamzee and Karkat have already grabbed your bags and are waiting for you, because the Carl gives you all a look, and then hurriedly drives away.
"I LOVE YOU!" Dave calls after him, and Karkat punches him in the side.
"You pompous tool, are you trying to get us locked up? All you did that entire car ride was drool at that poor old man. He's probably scared for his life."
"Can we just go in?" you ask, looking around. "I'm tired. And I keep thinking there are bears here, but there aren't. Are there?"
Rolling his eyes at you, Karkat goes inside the motel, followed by Gamzee. You hang outside with Dave, grabbing his hand and smiling up at him. He leans down to brush his lips against your ear.
"Better not be too tired," he says, and your heart speeds up.
"I'm not," you say, leaning into him, and he grunts.
You both look up when the door opens.
"Alright, fuck for brains," Karkat says. "We're in 102 and 104, because I'm not sharing a room with you assholes." Dave grabs the key from him and drags you toward your room. "And remember we're getting up early!" Karkat calls scathingly. Dave just flips him off.
You stand awkwardly while Dave fumbles with the lock, idly thinking about how you'd like the room to not be nasty. What if there are bugs? You really hate bugs. But then the door clicks, and you hurry inside, forgetting to check for bugs.
You don't even get to look around, because as soon as you're both inside, Dave is pinning you to the nearest wall, body pressed snugly to your back.
"D-Dave," you mumble. "Already?"
To answer, he grinds his hips into your ass, and somehow he's already hard, already breathing harshly into your ear.
"You have three seconds to get naked," he tells you formidably. "This is serious business."
"O-Okay," you breathe, already fumbling with your pants when he pulls away from you. You're stepping out of them, trying to kick them across the floor when you hear zippers undoing, and you curiously turn to see Dave pulling some lube from his bag. When the hell did he pack that? He grins at you and stands up straight, moving toward you to help pull your shirt over your head. You open your mouth to ask him a question, but his tongue prohibits you, already snaking into your mouth, down your throat. Groaning, you melt into him, letting him do as he pleases.
Directing you toward the bed, he holds your hip with one hand, his other snapping his fly open with practiced precision. You work on removing his shirt, not thinking of anything except seeing his chest, and you're just managing to get it off his head when your back meets the comfort of the bed. Before you arch off it, that is.
Dave hisses when you press your growing need against his, your hips rotating to show what you'd like him to do. His body sinks onto yours, his tongue lapping at yours while you grab his ass and keep his hips in place. Dave is always eager to tease you, but never lasts with it, as he's very impressionable when it comes to sex, just going along with whatever your bodies suggest.
"John, fuck," he says, fingers hooking into your boxers as he tugs them down slowly, eyes locked with yours. He grins at you and reaches up to remove your glasses before tossing them on the bedside table. You want to ask when he took his sunglasses off, but all that comes out is a shaky moan when he rocks back into you, his own boxer-briefs gone as well. Jesus, you're unobservant tonight. When did he take off his underwear?
Nothing in between you- shit, it's so good. You whine, seeking out more friction as you lock one of your legs around his waist. He's quick tonight, obviously needing this more than you thought, as he's already fumbling with the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.
"Y-You're really eager," you grin at him. He pulls back to look you in the eye while one of his slicked fingers edges around your opening, barely pressing in. "Shit-"
"Yeah, I know," Dave says smugly. "You want me so bad, you can't even stand it. Basically sucking me in here, bro."
You want to tell him to shut the hell up, but that sinful finger is pressing in now, slowly- tortuously slow- and all you can do is whimper a series of things that sound like his name and "pleasepleaseplease". Never one to keep you waiting too long, he quickly slips it all the way in, his bright eyes taking in your appearance while you accept the intrusion.
"Mm, Egbert," he groans in your ear, his lips brushing the skin. "You're so fucking hot, babe."
"Dave," you groan, thoughts jumbling as the finger inside you crooks and straightens again, all while slowly leaving and reentering your body. He's searching, that's what he's doing. Looking for that spot he knows will make you insane with want, and he never has to look too long, the fucking bastard. He knows your body better than you do by this point, and you let him take his time because you know he won't make you wait too long- fuck.
"There it is," Dave says, finger leaving your body only to slam back into that spot. Whining, you wrap yourself around him, unable to do anything else. The next time his finger slides in, it's joined by another, both of them bending to brush against your prostate with precise movements, and you're practically crying it feels so good.
"Dave- Dave, hurry please-" you manage, exhaling a shaky breath when he sneaks another finger in to join the other two.
"Hurry?" he asks snidely, slamming his fingers in and out, causing you to cry out. "Hurry and do what?"
"Oh, you fucking- bastard-" you groan, locking your legs around him, moving your body with his to seek out some more friction. But he takes mercy on you, he always does, and he pulls his fingers out, hands leaving your body to slick himself up. Greedily, you pull his face to yours, licking inside his mouth till he yields to you, sucking his air into your lungs. You want him everywhere, all over you, anywhere, you don't care. As long as he's there.
You feel him pressing against your entrance again, so you lean back to look into his eyes, nodding so he'll keep going. Not looking away from you, he slowly sinks his arousal into your body- he's always so careful during this part, nothing compared to the primal slamming that you know is coming. You gasp when he sheathes himself, his balls pressing to your skin, and everything in your mind turns to static as you give him the shaky go ahead.
It's faster then, his pace building until he's going as hard and fast as he can, bed creaking and groaning under you as your cries grow louder, a mixture of praise, babble, pleads, and Dave, Dave, Dave. He doesn't sound much better, is calling you beautiful, amazing. His sex talk varies in its intensity, always swapping from dirty talk to praising you, and back again. It's one of his quirks you appreciate, because no matter what awful names he calls you during sex- his idea of dirty talk- he always ends up saying such sweet, worshipful things in the end. It's how you know he's close.
And sure enough, he is close, and for that matter, so are you. Your eyes scrunched tight, the colors are back behind your eyelids, fluttering around and dancing all over your vision. You end up sobbing some form of Dave's name when the colors finally explode, some of them shades you didn't even know existed. Your release splatters on yours and Dave's stomachs, your body going limp under his as he still seeks his own orgasm, still moving inside of you. You're overstimulated to the point it's starting to hurt a little, but then his body is locking, his cock twitching inside of you as he comes inside, his mouth at your ear.
"Shit, John, shitshitshit," he whimpers. "I love you so fucking much."
"You too, love you too," you breathe, helping him ride through his release. He falls against you, limp and panting. You pet through his sweaty yellow hair, curling a few of the strands with your fingers.
You're content to fall asleep that way, mess and all, but then Dave starts giggling against your shoulder.
"Do you think I can still fuck you like that when we join the Carls?" he asks, and you smack his shoulders.
"Carry me to the bathroom, asshole. You're washing my hair for me, too."
[One day I'll remember how the words go, if one day you'll teach me all the right notes. Alright, it's alright, it's alright, you'll see, ohhh. Alright, it's alright, it's alright, believe! Ohhh. ]
Sachi: The Carls idea came from me, because we had a very large group of elderly people come into the hotel I work at this weekend, and I was telling my coworker that we should nae them all Carl, since all old people sound the same and share one soul. I was sober, in my defense. Just very, very tired. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review for love if you did! You guys are all so sweet, I swear.