Karson took another hit before leaning back and, after holding it for a few seconds, sighing it all out. He sometimes felt that the only way to relax anymore was to resort to drugs. And while that admittedly was a bad thing, he was either too stressed or relaxed while high to care.
What with his family jeopardizing his relationship and his girlfriend spiraling him into eternal sexual frustration. God, how did he fall victim to her little games in the first place?
"So bro, why you all up and hoggin' the bong like that? Something the matter?"
He opened his eyes slowly, shoving it back and watching the murky water swish towards his best friend. In truth he had about three best friends, but his friendship with Gamzee was by far the strongest.
"Fucking family is fucking gay."
"Really?" His half-lidded eyes widened slightly, "Isn't being gay some sort of sin though?"
He briefly entertained how high Gamzee must have been in order to believe him. "Every fucking thing is a sin to my family. And no, it's just that they're being annoying as fuck."
There was that obnoxious chuckle from his friend again, sort of similar to a honk. Then a pale, lanky arm extended the bong back to him. "Sorry then, you could have it for as long as you need."
Karson gave a small smile out of appreciation before flicking his lighter. He knew they were high when they began talking about the theory of relativity, meanwhile his phone vibrated.
Gamzee started rapping while Karson read the text, not really knowing how to feel about his girlfriend's text: 'take me out for a ride'.
The shorter boy shook his head, "You shouldn't be complaining about being single man, don't get me wrong I love Teresa and all, but this relationship's getting me on bad terms with my dad."
Gamzee gave him an amused look before laughing, "If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son,"
"She's not a bitch though," He rolled his eyes while texting back, 'Wait up, I'll be there in a few.'. Karson got up, putting his phone back into his pocket and rolling his shoulders.
"Leaving already?" His friend whined, watching him take the bong out of his hands and take one last hit before readjusting his hat. He held it in for a while, trying to make it last.
"Yeah," More smoke came out than words. "Teresa wants me to take her out, probably to the fuckin' candy shop again."
His friend's eyes twinkled once more with the same rogue look as before, "Are you gonna let her lick the lollipop?"
Karson listened to his friend's scratchy voice attempt to sing a cover of 50-cent's song. He shut the door after himself when he heard Gamzee shout, "You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it?"
While making his way down the stone steps of his friend's ridiculously wealthy home, he couldn't help but question himself. Was he good enough to drive?
His teenage mentality made that choice for him, her house wasn't even that far..
After driving to her with more ease than suitable, he texted her to come out. He was scared if he honked her sister would hear and probably wouldn't let her out.
Teresa came out not even a minute later, skipping merrily towards his older brother's rented mustang. She got in and practically had to slam the door so it could shut properly. Fucking piece of shit car.
"To the candy shop!" She exclaimed, struggling to put her seat belt on.
He arched a brow, and almost instantly she understood her mistake, it was sort of like a regulation. She leaned in to kiss his cheek, "..-Please."
The skin she kissed turned warm, and he could feel himself get red. Godfuckingdamn that rosacea. He made small talk while getting out of her driveway, getting them to the shop as safely as he possibly could.
When he stopped just outside of the store, he kept the engine running.
"You're not coming?" She gasped and when he shook his head and gave her some money, she pouted, getting out of the car. Deliberately sulking her way to her favorite place on the planet.
He had to look away, being the reason his beloved girlfriend was sad is heartbreaking. He considered coming out and sneaking up on her, but that was cheesy and she'd be out soon anyway.
He turned the radio on, that surprisingly enough was not as shitty as the rest of the vehicle. He took his brother's salsa CD's out and switched the station to reggeaton. He listened leisurely, catching himself bopping his head to the vulgar lyrics.
He didn't know how long he stayed like that, in the car idly singing along to the words to each passing song. But when he heard the familiar clang of the door open, he knew it wasn't long. Teresa took no time in buying her sweets.
"Look what I've got!" She sang, shaking the bag from side to side.
"Mmm, cavities."
She stuck her green tongue out, and he saw that she'd wasted no time already eating an apple jolly rancher. But Teresa wasn't one to beat around the bush, she crunched the hard candy and shoved her hand back in the bag for another.
Karson watched her devour treat after treat. She couldn't get past the one already in her mouth before she was in the middle of unwrapping another.
His hand shot out to snatch the paper bag out of her hands and held it next to his window.
"GIMME!" She was clawing at the air to get it back, throwing a tantrum over candy like a child.
He moved the bag away from her prying hands, she started whining and he wondered if she'd actually start crying.
Teresa moved out of her seat and onto his lap, accommodating her spread legs in the cramped space. He relented eventually, throwing the bag in between them. Her hands scrambled to clutch it immediately.
"You have a problem."
She dug into the bag, pulling out the first thing her needy fingers felt and popped it into her awaiting mouth.
"I have a sweet tooth."
That's how she justified it.
Call it what she will, he still didn't like it. And he really didn't appreciate the fact that she was on top of him sucking a cherry lollipop like her life depended on it. Swirling her tongue around it, all the while unaware of his arousal.
He twitched when she started making soft moans.
"Oh my fucking God, stop it."
Tucking the sucker into her left cheek, she only giggled.
"You know, you've been getting me into a lot of trouble lately."
She shrugged, pulling the stick out of her mouth and leaning down to kiss him. She tasted like literally every flavor in a fruit salad soaked in sugar. While he still had the lingering acrid taste of weed and accumulated mucus. They pulled away, both dissatisfied with the tastes in their mouths.
"Ew." She wrinkled her nose. "Have you been smoking?"
Karson swallowed the last of her artificial swill. His eyebrows bounced when he saw the look she was giving him, "Oh come on, weed doesn't kill."
Her lip was curled, eyes on fire, and face dark. She crossed her arms, "You're disgusting."
He only rolled his eyes, no matter how many times he'd convince her it was just a way to let off steam, she just gave him the silent treatment.
He scoffed, "Pretty sure more people get hurt from blue balls than weed."
Teresa perked a thin brow, cooling down a bit. Her hand reached back into the brown paper bag, fishing out a mint and shoving it into his mouth.
"Why don't you eat one too?" He glared at her while grinding the mint around.
She scowled, "My mouth tastes like cherries."
"I fucking hate cherries."
She stuck her tongue out before laughing in his face. He took advantage of her open mouth and put both hands on the back of her head, pushing their lips together and sliding the mint into her mouth.
It was a pretty sloppy kiss, what with their excess saliva from digesting the mint. When it became no larger than a shard, Teresa dug her hand in her bag for another sweet, blindly because they were still deep in each other's mouths.
She toyed with him, testing to see what flavors triggered what response. If he liked them, he'd keep it in his mouth, that game was to get the candy back. But if he didn't like them, she tried relentlessly to shove it back into his mouth no matter how much he'd push it back out. Using solely her sense of taste, she concluded Karson only liked the flavors apple, pineapple, kiwi, and grape. While he couldn't even stand the rest of the flavors, specifically cherry, strawberry, orange, lime, raspberry, blueberry, plum, and pomegranate.
They didn't stop until all the candy was gone, Teresa sighed contently, resting her head on his shoulder. Both their mouths now tasted tart, a fine mixture of weed and candy.
She was still on him when a new song started on the radio. He began singing along to the rap, serenading her with filthy words. It's not like she understood anyways. She giggled with every passing lyric, swaying her hips on him.
He inwardly rolled his eyes at her inability to grind to the rhythm. He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her on how to move to the beat. They began grinding in a good tempo to the song.
Her movements were getting harsher, hard enough to worry a purity ring. But not enough for an aroused teenage boy to even consider halting. Karson moved his hands under her shirt, gripping her bare waist and rolling her hips for her.
She took that as a hint to push both her hands under his shirt, rubbing his shoulders and neck. Teresa curled her fingers in his hair while giving his neck a wet kiss. Laying butterfly kisses around the area before she found where she liked best.
He choked on his own spit while she sucked on his neck. Letting out a groan, before inching his hands upwards to cup her bra. He wasn't going to go passed it, not without her permission. But he would gladly feel her through the thick material.
Teresa let go of his neck and let her fingers linger downward, tickling from his chest to his stomach. She followed the thin trail of dark hair down until she was undoing the button of his cargos. He was strongly compelled stop her, but his body betrayed him. He kept his mouth shut while she unzipped him and sat back on his exposed boxers.
His fingers started trembling, and his hair clung to the sweat on his forehead.
And fuck if her grinds didn't feel better without the fabric surrounding him. He started panting, what was she even thinking?
He sat there, taking every one of her twists and grooves on his need. She knew he was hard and still didn't stop. Teresa started tracing her name on his shoulders, while his hands stayed firmly on her waist. He heard her moan his name, encouraging him to do something.
But he didn't, he kept his hands on her sides. Only pushing her down on him. For a while it was bliss, having her pressed up to him like that. And then it was over too quickly. She listened to his grunts while he came.
When he opened his eyes he struggled to catch his breath. She left his boxers wet and himself a sweaty, panting mess. Now that his thighs were relaxed, her full weight came crashing on him.
"Get off."
She laughed at his red face, and was still laughing while she watched him zip his shorts. Karson was angry, embarrassed, but most of all unsatisfied. He had gotten a taste of what it felt to have an orgasm near the person you love, now he wanted more. He wanted the full package.
He laid his head on the steering wheel, waiting until he cooled down and didn't want to yell at her, or take her in the backseat. When his legs finally started working again, he turned the ignition on and drove her home.
After stopping a few houses away, he sighed but did not say a word. Not unlike the entire ride home.
Teresa grinned, "Bye, babe."
She got out of the car and started walking to his window. Leaning into his ear to whisper, "But next time," She kissed the same red spot on his neck, "I want my fun too."
How is it you can love, hate, wanna have sex with and kill, someone all at the same time? He only put his left hand up, pointing to the ring, "Can't."
Her eyebrows shot down, "You can't, or you don't want to?"
She walked away, he followed her, stepping on the gas pedal immediately.
"Of course I fucking want to."
"Then do it." She stopped walking and faced him.
Karson put his hands on his face, she was giving him another fucking headache. "Look," he started, watching her perk at his words. "It'll happen, eventually. I promise."
She shrugged, "Okay, just don't keep me waiting too long."
He stared at her walking away to her house and shut the door after blowing him a kiss.
He was about to rest his head on the steering wheel again before hearing a honk behind him. One look to his mirror and he saw they'd caused a bit of traffic. He drove off, and when he got home, parked his brother's car on the side of their house.
Karson took one last look outside, watching the beautiful sky set from pinkish-purple to a darker shade of blue. He took a deep breath before opening the door to his house.
His father and Kenley immediately looked up from their meal, he walked in without a word.
"You are late to dinner." His brother reprimanded.
"Not hungry."
"Where have you been?"
He ignored him, walking down to the corridor.
"Karson." He heard his father's stern voice.
"Out." He answered the previous question flatly, continuing his walk.
"Ven aquí." His father set his fork down, daring his son to keep moving.
He stopped walking, turning his head grudgingly.
He made eye contact with him only, "Con quien?"
Karson looked down before looking back at his dad, muttering something quietly.
Samuel Valdez had taken enough shit from him, using his last calm breath he said, " Alza tu voz y me miras, Karson."
He turned around completely, speaking quietly, "Mi novia."
They watched their father throw a napkin into his plate before getting up. He couldn't help but feel a little intimidated when he saw his father coming towards him. He walked passed his son and set a hand on his shoulder, "Karson, are you sure you're ready for a safe relationship at this age?"
He looked his father in the eye, it was a definite "Yes."
His father eyed the marks on his neck, and his eyes set a darker hue. He didn't say a word, instead shook his head, and went off to his room.
He quickly readjusted his snapback, making sure his hair covered his neck. Just when he was about to go to his room, his brother stopped him.
"Wait."
He didn't look at him, "What."
His brother stood, "Come here and explain to me why you smell like marijuana."
Karson felt his fingers twitch with the awful urge to punch something. He already got shit from his girlfriend from smoking weed, he didn't need it from his brother. Honestly, if they weren't the ones stressing him all the time he wouldn't be smoking in the first place. All he fucking wanted to do was to take a long, scalding shower, change his pants, and sleep until the next week.
"I said come here." Kenley was tapping his foot in the condescending manner he always had.
His little brother walked straight up to him, "What the fuck do you want?"
"A few things actually, an explanation as to why you were driving my car illegally would be nice."
"I have a license." He mentioned.
"You have a learner's permit, Karson. You can only be out at daylight hours and it is," He pulled the sleeve of his sweater up to check his watch, "Seven twenty-three young man."
Karson rolled his eyes, Kenley was only two fucking years older than him. But ever since he turned eighteen, he'd had this "adult" state of mind. Fucking asshole.
"Not only have you missed dinner, but you've managed to upset papi in no less than five words."
He snorted dryly, "You know, you sound like his bitch when you say that."
Kenley's eyes grew sharp and he felt himself almost snap. "You will respect me, young man."
He raised a brow, "Or what?"
His older brother's face twisted, and he had to turn around and take a deep breath before facing him again. "Karson," He opened his eyes slowly. "You are still grounded, you have been ground since Friday. Now as your punishment for staying out after curfew, I ask that you wash the dishes."
"I didn't even fucking eat!"
"That's your fault, now take that ridiculous cap off and begin your chores." He commanded, reaching to grab his brother's hat.
"No- don't!" He pulled his head away, but the hat had already fallen. And without the snapback in place to hold his hair, the hickie was painfully obvious.
Karson watched Kenley's expression go from shocked to disappointing in mere moments.
His older brother had his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose, asking agonizingly slowly. "What is that?"
He hurried to grab the hat, but his brother lifted his chin and kept him in place. He eyed the purple bruises as if they were gun shots. "Oh dear, follow me."
They were headed to the kitchen, and he pulled a bag of peas from the freezer to rest on his little brother's neck. Karson yelped. "That's cold as hell!"
Kenley briefly pondered the analogy before dismissing it as nonsense. "Hold still, I want you to sleep with this."
"Do you want me to fucking freeze?"
He ignored him, examining the rest of his body. "No, I want you to stop getting yourself into these-" His words trailed off when he gasped, he was looking down at his brother's shorts. They had small cum stains near the zipper.
Karson met where his eyes wandered and waited terribly long for the response.
"Did you ejaculate today?"
He gave his older brother a humiliated scowl. Face getting red and looking at the floor, he was almost afraid of what his brother was going to do with him.
When it was silent for a while, Kenley sighed. "Deja de meterte con esa muchacha."
His eyes flared while he balled a fist and hit the kitchen counter. "No, it wasn't like that!"
"Then explain yourself."
He'd rather not tell his brother how his girlfriend gave him a lap dance in his car. He stayed quiet.
Kenley took the silence as an affirmative that it most definitely was like that.
The shorter of the two cleared his throat, "We didn't have sex. I'm still a virgin."
He rolled his eyes at his younger brother, who couldn't quite grasp the concept of virginity. "How far did you go?"
He groaned, "Not sex."
"Karson.." He crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently again.
"Oh fuck," he slapped his hands on his face, "just leave me alone okay? I don't wanna talk about it."
His older brother could empathize, "Okay. Just remember, you can talk to be about anything, little brother. Because I remember how hard it is to be told to wait."
He was about to leave, go straight to his room and forget all about this. But that last thing his brother had told him got him angrier than it should have. He didn't even realize he started shouting.
"No you fucking don't!"
Kenley was startled at the sudden outburst, their dad was asleep. "Karson," he whispered harshly, "calm down-"
"You've been having sex ever since you were fifteen Kenley!" He accused, reminding his brother of his shame.
Kenley frowned at the memories. He'd tried hard to put the past behind him, but it always seemed to catch up with him.
Karson saw the cloudiness in his brother's brown eyes and couldn't help but sneer out a final comment.
"So quit advocating as if you're a saint because we both know you fucking aren't."
That was the last straw, his shoulders tensed as he seethed out, "Go to your room."
Forever the troublemaker, his little brother ventured, "Make me."
"Karson I said go to your room!" He shouted, pointing towards the halls.
The corner of his lip tugged upwards, "Oh, so when the conversation gets turned around on you, it's time to shut up and stop talking huh?"
"Do not make me repeat myself, young man."
"What are you gonna do about it," he said, "bitch?"
Kenley's brown eyes narrowed before he heard the swear, then he lost it. He began chasing his little brother around the dining room table, just as they used to do when he was younger. And again, Karson rearranged the chairs to stall his brother while he ran like a madman.
They were making quite a ruckus, they realized, when their father walked in the kitchen to see both of their hands in each others shirts.
His older brother gasped and quickly let go of him when he saw their dad. "Papi-"
"Dejen de actuar como niños y crecen ya, son hombres." Kenley got off of his brother and walked back to his room in shame.
Leaving just Karson and his dad in the kitchen. His father eyed the rest of his exposed hickies due to Kenley stretching the collar of his shirt.
"Mira Karson, eres prohibido de ir de esta casa, entiende?"
He looked down, now he understood that both he and his brother were his father's bitches. "..Si Papi."
wow, sorry i havent updated in 25 years but yeah, better late than never
this shit probably sucks
um, third chapter should be up soon.
another humanstuck headcannon of mine is that gamzee is arabic and his real name is gamel but they call him gamzee causeeeeeeeeeeeeee hes gamzeeeee
haha the flavors were supposed to represent the trolls
cherry- him, because he hates himself
strawberry- aradia
orange- tavros
pineapple- sollux : lol hes got a love-hate thing with sol, but he's his bestieeeeeee
lime- nepeta
apple- kanaya :another best friend
kiwi- terezi :lolllllll idk why but i kinda feel terezi would taste like kiwi *_*
raspberry- vriska
blueberry- equius
grape- gamzee : probz his bfffforlifeeee
plum- eridan
pomegranate- feferi