As John fiddled with the lock, karkat trembled and looked about, seeing they were standing in front of a little apartment building. He looked at John, then back at the lock. He pushed the door open, looking around. Karkat was in awe. There were lots of stairs leading up to different rooms, and the lights were slightly dim, but the warmth that flowed from the place made his cheeks even more hot. He dug his nails into John's neck, eyes wide and mouth open.
"ouch!"
John mumbled, going up the stairs. Oh well, little...mutant boys will be little mutant boys? He entered his room, closing the door behind him with a slight kick. He slipped off his shoes, then walked towards the couch. "Okay, here we are." he announced, "home sweet home."
Karkat wiggled a bit, uncomfortable in his current position. His bottom was beginning to hurt.
"Okay! Okay, hang on!" he said, quickly sitting down and letting him sit on his lap instead. "here, let me get that off ya..." he peeled back the jacket and Karkat whimpered, wanting to keep it on. It was his source of warmth and security. "Hey, don't cry!" John said, worried. "I-I'll get you a clean one, okay?"
Karkat whimpered, then let go of the fabric, sniffling sadly. he laid on his friend, not sure of him just yet, but too tired to not trust him. "MMM...I'M TIRED..." he whined. John hushed him and pet his head, minding his horns. They might be sore or something and he didn't want him to not trust him.
"yeah? well, lets give you a bath first and then I'll get you into a big, warm bed, okay?" he said, leaning down and nuzzling the boys head a bit. Karkat blushed and nodded slowly, blinking back fearful tears. What if the man did something to him while he slept? What if he would make him his slave or something. He was panicking underneath, but remained calm on the surface.
John took him and lifted him again, holding him so he was laying in his arms this time. he didn't want him squirming about and hurting himself. He walked to the bathroom, taking the boy and setting him lightly on the toilet before reaching to take off his underwear. Karkat yelped, jerking away and falling onto the floor, then rushing to get away from him. "Hey hey!" john cried, grabbing his arm to keep him still. "NO NO LET ME GO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT!" he wailed.
John brought him close, the only thing he could think of, and hushed him, petting his head. "hey, hey now...don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you at all, okay? I swear..." he said. But Karkat wasn't convinced. He struggled, sobbing and writhing against him. John bit his lip. What would convince a little boy that he wouldn't hurt him!?
"Hey! why don't YOU take off your clothes and I'll start the bath?" he asked, his voice wavering as he looked down. Karkat had his face buried in Johns chest, breathing heavily. Wait...that wasn't a bad idea...Karkat sniffled and pulled away. "FINE...JUST...DON'T TOUCH ME..." he said quietly.
John smiled.
Success!