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So kind of not a lot of shit's going on right now, except that it kind of is but it feels so natural that it doesn't seem new or out of place? Like, I found this incredible series of Scandalous!BDSM Mavin/Dan fics by fyeahmavin on tumblr and I think they killed me. My headphones broke. Um. I lost my phone again, 'cause I'm a dumb, and later found it in my backpack, exactly where I told myself it was, looked for it at, and couldn't find mere hours beforehand. I had a stupid fight with someone I care about that may or may not have actually been a fight. The 3DSxL my grandma bought for my birthday that my parents took credit for came and I promptly played Pokemon X for six hours straight. Also I'm a total dork and literally made Miis for almost every character in this fic and I'm ridiculously pleased with how they all turned out and check my tumblr professor-snap and press the "Thigns & Sutff" button if you'd like to see them.
HA. HAHAHAHA. So yeah I wrote that before shit went down. The calm before the storm, so to speak. If you for whatever reason missed the memo, shit hit the fan so hard the blades broke off. I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and put on a 10 mg dose of Citalopram. I'd explain what led to this sudden realization on my family's behalf but a story like that is longer than this chapter, so if you really wanna know, shoot me a PM or Skype me at katgirl28888 (y'all have been super sweet already and wow such love) and I'll get around to explaining when I get back to humanity. Thanks to you all for your honest and genuine understanding and shit, and like, wow, I knew you were great and all, but this is just beyond me. Love you guys. Also, I broke my computer like a complete idiot, pulling it out of my backpack and catching and overextending the disk tray on the zipper, so I'm getting that fixed and simultaneously using that as an excuse to finally have the headphone jack fixed. Anyway.
Seriously, I have the best fans ever. Of all time. Chapter Twenty-two, loves~
Unlike the surprisingly heavy, snoring twenty-one year old currently wrapped around my chest, I wasn't the least bit tired after screwing him into the mattress. If anything, I was exhilarated — I'd just fucked my boyfriend for the first time. Had sex with Sollux. Made love to the guy I'd been balls-deep in love with for the better part of seven years. There was almost nothing that could have made this feeling better except maybe him being awake to share it with me, but at the same time, him not being conscious definitely had its perks. For instance, it gave me the freedom to admire his features without being mocked, although it was a bit strange to see such a calm expression grace him. He was always focused, or frustrated, or bored, or angry. Or, on occasion, there was a playful venom illuminating his face, quirking the corner of his mouth in a smirk and crinkling the skin around his narrowed eyes, an irresistible challenge gleaming in them.
Oh, the many faces of Sollux. I had to admit, my favorite was probably his expression when he came. If there was anything perfect on this Earth, it was the expression he wore then; pure, unbridled release, sometimes powerful, sometimes not so much, but always blindingly raw. It was an equally incredible feeling to know that I was a massive part of relieving his stress, because for a first year college kid, my boyfriend was way too stressed for his own good.
Another reason I didn't wake him up was because I so rarely got to see him sleep. I imagined that was a "luxury" he received far more often, all things considered. I'd spent enough semi-conscious nights in his arms to know that nighttime wasn't a particularly sleep-conducive environment for him — which wasn't to say that any other environment was, but the time in which most people slept definitely wasn't much better.
So I lay next to him, too restless to sleep, enjoying my situation too much to wake him up, and too worried I'd do just that to struggle out of his vice-like embrace. Naturally, that wouldn't last long. The digital clock I could just make out from my location announced the arrival of three in the afternoon before I realized, the exact same time my stomach did, that I'd yet to eat that day. After debating whether or not Sollux would be interested in a late lunch (early dinner?), I soon decided I didn't care and woke him up anyway, albeit in the nicest way I could with a peck on the lips.
The first thing he did upon waking to a kiss was reveal a toothy grin. "Hey, asshole," I started, his grin only growing wider, "I'm fucking starving, Sollux."
"Well, go make yourth'elf th'ome goddamn food then. Deliciouth' ath' I'm sure my lipth' are, they're hardly gonna feed you. Why the hell are you waking me up anyway?"
"Obviously, I woke you up so motherfucking sweetly so that you'll feel loved enough to go cook for me. So get off your lazy ass and get in the kitchen, dipshit."
"Ha!" he snorted. "Fuck me again and maybe I'll think about it." He detached himself from me as he spoke, going so far as to face outward, towards the room. Grinning fiendishly as I formed a plot, I slid my arms around him and forcibly pulled him against me, digging my teeth into his neck. The yelps he let out, two in quick succession, played wonderfully into my plan.
"Is that a request?" I growled into his ear, smirking and deliberately not waiting for an answer before elaborating. "Request or command," I said, grazing my nails down his side and tangling a single finger in the wiry hairs just above his groin, "I'll be happy to comply." He practically melted in my hands, moaning softly and shuddering even more so as I teased his skin. The two letters of my nickname rose in a groan on his strained breath as I gripped his length. Fisting the shaft slowly, I added, "That is, I'll do what you ask after you cook for me." As soon as the words left my mouth, I removed my hand and slid it up to his chest, toying with a pert nipple while my mouth worked on his neck.
He squirmed at the loss of contact, groans mixed with comments muttered mutinously under his breath before he finally eked out a disheveled, "Fine!" I smiled in victory just as a brilliant idea popped into my head.
"Good. Now, I'm gonna go do something. You stay right here and don't move, got it?"
He huffed. "You're an ath'."
"Yes," I agreed, starting to climb over him. "But I'm your ass. Or, more specifically, your ass is mine." I somehow got away with a harsh swat at his butt through the blanket before slinking far enough away that he couldn't retaliate.
Throwing on the clothes I was wearing before they were so rudely thrown to the floor by a certain, very eager Mr. Captor, I was stopped by his irritated voice as I left the room. "KK, the fuck am I th'uppoth'ed to—?"
"Shut up. I'll be right back. Don't move," I repeated. Leaving the room, I quickly went around the perimeter and closed blinds, shut curtains, basically blocked anywhere that somebody could see inside the house from the outside before returning to my not-so-patiently-waiting boyfriend. "Alright, get up, get out there, and make food." I paused, adding as an afterthought with a tempting smirk, "And... maybe you'll get a reward." The look he gave me was curiosity with just a touch of concern. Just as he reached for his boxers, I grabbed his other wrist and pulled him upright. "Ah, ah, ah. One thing I forgot to mention; no clothes. Get in there, fuckass."
He shot me a smoldering glare. "You've gotta be shitting me."
"Nuh-uh. Now, you have a decision. You can do this the easy way and get a special treat afterward, or you can do this the hard way—" I leaned in close and murmured against his ear. "—and be punished. The choice is yours," I added, exiting the bedroom and taking up residence in a chair at the dining table. I might have been pushing it with the whole punishment thing, but I supposed I'd wait and see just how things developed before passing off the idea entirely. I was certainly interested if he was. A few seconds later, Sollux walked bare-assed into the kitchen, hesitation in his step. "You look good," I complimented off-handedly.
He flipped me off and stepped, at least appearing slightly more sure of himself than he had entering, towards the cabinet, asking, "Alright, th'o what do you want?"
"Eh. I'm feeling like pancakes. What do you think?"
"I think that it'th', like, half-path't three and you should be looking at th'omething more lunch or dinner like, but at the th'ame time, pancaketh' th'ound pretty fucking great. Th'o yeth'." And so he went about making pancakes, dick hanging out and everything from his shoulders up indescribably florid. Paying as much attention to his physique as I was, I didn't notice he'd finished cooking until the plate was in front of me. I also didn't notice he'd added chocolate chips to the batter until I took a bite. I couldn't help but smile at how much effort he put out for me.
"'Er a'r'ly good cook, ye'rdow yat?" I told him, my mouth full of delicious chocolate chip pancake.
He had the decency to swallow his bite before suggesting, "Let'th' try that again in English, thith' time."
I almost choked, snorting around the food in my mouth. Swallowing, I repeated, albeit more comprehensibly, "You're a really good cook."
"Of fucking courth'e I am, I've been cooking for you for yearth'. Figured at th'ome point, I better learn how, 'cauth'e I sure ath' hell wath'n't gonna eat whatever charcoal you turned out."
"Oh, thanks, dipshit, I give you a fuckin' compliment and you put me down, way to be," I teased. "I guess that's reimbursement for your shitty voice."
He grinned perversely at me. "What are you talking about? My voith'e ith' gold. Watch, I'll th'erenade you." He then proceeded to sing — very poorly — Sugar, We're Going Down. I stopped him mid-word with a hand over his mouth.
"No. Sollux, you sing again, I'm gonna kill you." He broke out in giggles, eating and now humming the song. "I was talking about your lisp anyway. But dude, you're more tone deaf than a dying whale."
"Whale noith'eth' are known to be very th'oothing."
"You aren't."
"Well maybe my whale noith'eth' aren't, but I can think of th'omething elth'e that ith'." He punctuated his statement with waggled eyebrows and a venomous grin.
"You're an idiot," I grinned, smacking him over the back of the head.
"You love me."
"Maybe." He pouted at me. I rolled my eyes and quickly finished the rest of my breakfast. He cleared his plate and was kind enough to pick up both and put them in the sink. While he was washing them, I came up as quietly as I could behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso. I pressed my lips to his back, smiling at the shiver that trembled beneath them. I stretched up, the scratchy fabric of my clothes rubbing against his skin as I held myself against him. "I love you, Sollux," I whispered. He smiled and relaxed, and I leaned against him, keeping him close and regretting that I'd put my clothes back on. A few minutes later, he switched off the water and dried his hands, clingy boyfriend in tow. Realizing he wasn't getting rid of me that easily, I caught his smirk in the reflection in the cabinet above the sink and maintained our closeness as he led me back to the bedroom.
Finally unlatching me from him, he practically ripped off my shirt and shoved me back on the bed, climbing on after me and meeting my lips in a kiss. "Th'o about that reward..." I answered him by jamming my tongue into his mouth and sliding my hands down his back. He smiled against my mouth and moved his fingers down, deftly undoing my jeans and jerking them down, taking my boxers with them. He broke the kiss just long enough to scoot them off, kissing both thighs before moving back up.
"God, you look great right now," he murmured, pressing a long kiss to the edge of my jaw.
"Shut up, you're ruining it," I muttered, my words almost incomprehensible even to me.
"Ruining what?" he snorted, biting my neck harshly.
"Your reward."
The sex was almost better the second time.
Curling up with him for our second post-fuck cuddle was almost better than the first time. He was all flushed skin and moles and birthmarks I was finding for the first time and thick, hot breath warming my face and sticky, smelly sweat and I couldn't think of anything better. I was sure I couldn't have been much worse, just as gross and breathless as he was, but that didn't stop his hands from roaming up and down my body, or his lips from pressing gentle, feverishly hot kisses wherever they could reach. Before either of us had caught our breath, I turned to him and muttered something along the lines of, "Let's go watch a movie." He grinned in response and found my hand with his, practically rolling off the mattress and dragging me carelessly after him. Partially clothed with king-size comforter in tow, Sollux went about setting up the couch and movie while I got snacks.
"You want anything to drink?" I called, hitting the microwave's popcorn preset.
"Yeah, grab uth' a two-liter."
Scanning the fridge, I replied, "We're outta soda."
"Find th'omething elth'e, then." Five minutes later, we sat side-by-side, a bowl of hot popcorn on my lap and a mug of cocoa per dork. One lame action movie later, it was still only around quarter to seven. Sollux had forced himself to his feet and swapped the movie for GTA IV and quickly moved back to the couch. I stretched out over the length of the couch and set my head in his lap.
It was around an hour later when I sat up. "Hey," I said out of the blue, catching Sollux's attention. He paused the game for a moment and looked at me.
"What'th' up?"
"We should play hide-and-seek."
He laughed and continued his game. "What are we, eight?" My cheeks burned in embarrassment and I returned my head to his lap without another word on the matter. After a few minutes, I caught him glance down at me just moments before he paused again. "Chrith't, you are a child," he decided, shooting me a smile to soften the insult. I sat up in excitement, refusing to let his teasing damper my mood.
"Seriously?" I asked hopefully.
"Duh. I juth't th'aid I would, didn't I?" I grinned and threw my arms around his neck, planting a not-so-neat kiss on his cheek and absolutely refusing to even consider how cliché and cheesy it was. He made a sound of disgust and pushed me away, grinning. "Get off, dumbfath'e!" I leaped up off the couch, paying no mind to the insincere insult.
"You're counting first!" I shouted, grabbing his hand and trying to yank him to his feet. I practically jumped around him as he slowly made his way to a corner. He was right, I even felt like a child, an overly-excited kid waking up early Christmas morning and trying to drag his parents out of bed so he could open presents sooner. I couldn't say exactly why I was so thrilled — he was only just going to play hide-and-seek with me, it wasn't like he'd agreed to marry m—
Where the fuck did that come from?
I pushed the thought away. Hide-and-seek, in any case I wouldn't normally have found so exciting, except that this was Sollux and I couldn't remember the last time we'd done something as stupid as play hide-and-seek in the dark.
"Fine," he humored me, still with an air of vague amusement. "I'm only counting to ten. Get your ath' moving and hidden, dipshit." I didn't waste any time in getting to a hiding spot, pausing for scarcely a second only to check he wasn't looking before vaulting into our room and wriggling my way under the bed. With Sollux, it was better to hide low rather than high; had I attempted to hide on the top bunk, what with him being as tall as he is, I'd have been spotted near instantly. He certainly wasn't an idiot or anything, so it's not that hiding under the bed was a brilliant spot by any means, but it at the very least ensured I'd last more than two seconds after he called it. I did, just barely, and then we swapped places and went again. Childish as the game was, it was one of the most fun things I'd done in a while, even moreso after Sollux suggested we take a break for a couple of drinks.
That then was how I found myself, pleasantly buzzed with the slightest rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, sat with my knees clutched to my chest in the hall closet by the front door, tucked into the corner in the hope that, even if he did peek in, he wouldn't notice me and carry on looking elsewhere. Naturally, that didn't work, though my hiding spot threw him off for a good minute longer than any previous attempt had. He still popped in and shot me a smirk, light from the entry hall gleaming off his glasses. Rather than allowing me to stand, he crossed the small room in two long strides, plonking himself right down next to me.
It wasn't long before he'd pulled me onto his lap, hugging me to him. "Dude, why are we cuddling in a closet?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. "I mean, hell, I'm all for it, but—"
"Shoosh." And that was that.
This chapter's so flippin' cheesy. Oh well, fucking deal, Karkat's a hopeless romantic and Sollux loves making his boyfriend happy. In regards to possible amends for the shitty terrible near (over?) month long wait for this chapter, I'll be putting out the next one in just a few days, including an explanation as to how it came to be (quite a lovely story) and a possible bonus for my wonderful readers. You guys are great.
Oh, almost forgot, I recently obtained an AO3 account on which I may or may not upload this as a mirror. We'll see.
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