*cough* some nsfw stuff below warning *cough*
"Mmm…" Dave moans, his grip on your waist constricting as you pepper his jaw in light kisses. He's currently sitting upward, with you in his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders. There's pretty much zero space left between you, pretty much impossible to get any closer, and it's suffocating but in the best way. Dave seems to be trying to find a way to pull you even closer, you can't help but silently laugh at his persistence. You nip at a particular sensitive part on his neck and he gasps, hips bucking into yours.
You keeping sucking on that spot until a fairly big hickey forms, and you press a few more kisses to hiss before pulling back to admire your work. His neck is has little marks all over it, a couple of bite marks and smaller hickeys. Dave's face is completely red; his stoic expression just barely intact, with his shades set aside there's nothing he can hide. You are most definitely proud of yourself. Your hands cup Dave's face and you pull him into a deep kiss, grinding down on him in the process.
Part of you is almost worried someone would walk by and catch the two of you, but you have a feeling that hardly anyone goes down the path to the gazebo, let alone know about it. The idea of being caught is something that you definitely worry about… but at the same time it kind of turns you on. You are less likely to get caught out here than back of the campsite, that's for sure – hell, back at the campsite you'd wouldn't being doing this right now.
His cold hands make their way under your shirt and begin to map out your back, causing you to shiver and gasp against his lips, he takes this as an opportunity to dart his tongue in your mouth, that smooth fucker.
To think you are doing this simply because of some nicknames. Well, you found that "daddy" embarrassed the fuck out of Dave – even though it still somehow turned him on – thus the reaction you got out of him before, and you made a deal that if he doesn't call you any silly names you won't call him that. (You'll probably call him that when he least expects it, just to embarrass him). For now, you're just glad he won't.
Your hands make there down Dave's sides until they reach the hem of his shirt, slipping under and begin tracing along the muscle there. Suddenly, it's apparent that the lack of skin contact is unwarranted, and these clothes have to go. Dave has the same idea since he reluctantly takes his hands off you and pulls off his shirt, and wow, that's a very nice view. He helps you take you sweater off, and the moment it is you really want it back. It's freaking freezing; no wonder his hands were, hell he's probably chilled to the bone now. Your body temperature is fairly warmer than humans so he's most likely colder. But, that can be solved.
His hands are back on you but have taken the occupancy on a new area, said area being your ass. His lips have also move to a new area, your neck, where he bites, nips, sucks, and kiss. Basically he plans to mark you up just as you did to him, not that you're complaining. His lips are incredibly soft, just like the rest of him, and maybe a little chapped but you don't mind one bit.
You bite your lip to hold back from moaning, things are definitely starting to heat up now. You grind down on him again, aiming to get him to moan again, your breath hitches as his hips buck up to meet yours. You can feel that smug smirk of his against your shoulder. You probably hit him right now, if it weren't for the fact that this situation is completely hot and your bulge is already starting to unsheathe. Instead, you bite his shoulder hard enough to leave a substantial mark, and, boy, does that get a pleasant sound out of him.
Gosh, you really want him. It looks as though he also wants to get things moving along, since he begins to switch up the position. Slowly, he lays you on your back against cool cushions, placing a sweet, chaste kiss on your forehead. Fuck. You swear he'll be the death of you. Face flushed chaotically so, you return the gesture by placing a light kiss on his nose. He looks quite surprised at your gesture for a moment, but then genuinely smiles and gently kisses you on the lips this time. Welp, there goes you heart, it's completely exploded do to all the feelings it has be feeling. Its Dave's fault, that bastard just had to be so fucking adoring and, gah, just screw him and his everything.
His fingers graze over your sides, where your grub scars would be if you were a troll instead of a T-human, but it's enough so send a shudder through you. While he's seems to know what to do with his hands, you are completely lost, it's almost embarrassing. You make the decision to hook your fingers around the belt loops of his jeans and pull his hips closer to yours. God, aren't you needy, but you don't really give a damn.
In contrast to what you had been doing before, this is all sweet and gentle. The only thing that is uncomfortable about this is the straining of your pants; your bulge is in a desperate need of attention. Grinding against Dave's hips, you groan, and he gets the message. Hands moving from there place at your sides to the buttons of your jeans; he pulls back from the kiss and rests his head in the crook of your neck, placing a light kiss there. You vaguely notice the thrumming that's started in your chest.
He's hesitant, and just as your about to ask what's wrong he looks up at you and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? If you want stop you can just say so."
You nod, "Yeah. Do you want to?"
This gets a smirk out of him, "Hell yeah I do."
Backing away, he finally gets unbuttoning your jeans, and suddenly you slightly nervous and self-conscious. It's just Dave though, and he's seen you at your worst. He pulls both your jeans and underwear down at the same time with ease, revealing your blatant arousal. His fingers intertwine your bulge, and shit doesn't that feel good. His free hand moves under your lower back and lifts you up a bit, and then his mouth is on your nook.
"Fuck…" You sigh, back arching just a bit. God, he's had to have had practice, there's no way he'd be the good without. Your skin went from being cool to now burning in seconds. A moan escapes you, and it encourages Dave even further, as he darts a tongue in. Your hips twitch against his hold, and your hands desperately find something to clutch on to. Eventually, he moves his mouth to your bulge, and presses a finger in. It's not enough.
Your hips buck, as the rest of your body trembles with need. "Fuck, Dave, more." You manage to gasp out, through the panting. He then adds a second finger and begins to scissor you nook. When his fingers pull out and his mouth moves away from your bulge you practically whine in desperation.
"Hold your horses, just give me sec," he says as he starts to unbuckle his pants. This is when you take to the time to admire the nice view in front of you. Gosh, Dave was hot. Once his pants and underwear are gone, he looms over you, his fingers intertwine with yours, and he places a kiss on your cheek. "Ready?"
Eagerly, you nod.
You wake up with the morning sun beating against your skin, Dave's arms wrapped around you with your back against his chest and his head tucked against the crook of your neck. Your head is in a fog and hurts like hell as you try to focus on what happened near the end of last night; you remember most of it, you just vaguely remember what happened after you and Dave sexed it up. You both are wearing you pants but are shirtless, there's a warm blanket covering the both of you, he got it from a seat compartment thin. He was prepared in case you both cuddled to the point in which you would end up sleeping here, and apparently he hadn't expected that you both would go any farther than that – just a pleasant turn of events, you suppose.
It was a pleasant turn of events that wouldn't have occurred if you had successfully killed yourself. Now, that's an extremely heart-wrenching thought, and for once you're actually glad that Dave saved you then. Now that you think about it, there are so many things you would miss out on if you were successful. You been so focused on how things would be "better" if you had just dropped dead, but things wouldn't be better, they'd never would have been. You should have focused on all the things you can and have yet to experience and how you can make the best of things. God, past you really needed to open their eyes more. You stop that thought, because you're going to end up crying it you stay on the train.
Your shirt is on the table, and you should probably get ready to head back to the campsite, even though you really don't want to move. You make a half-assed attempt to move out of Dave's grip, only for him to groan and pull you closer. He mumbles something incomprehensible, but you assume it was something along the lines of "it's too early; get your ass back to sleep". That's when you remember Dave's wearing a watch. For some reason he's always got a watch with him, sometimes he wear more than one. You think it has something to do with being the Knight of Time and always knowing what time it was during the game and things like that. It's kind of like how Terezi sometimes wears a blind fold, since she was used to being blind and using her other senses to "see"(she can still smell and taste colors, that's something she'll always be able to do).
Anyway, you look at Dave's watch – 8:43. Yeah, you got to get up. Since everyone will be out of here at 10, that gives about an hour and twenty some minutes to finishing packing, saying goodbyes, and heading back home – and some people got flights to catch, like the Megido's who live in Japan, and the Leijon's and Zahhak's who both live somewhere in Russia.
"Dave…"
"Nnngh…"
"Dave."
"Shoosh. Only cuddles now."
You sigh, "Dave, its past eight-thirty, we need to get up."
"…"
You sigh again, but roll over and shimmy down a bit so your face is just below his rib cage, and then you proceed to blow a raspberry on him. The noise he makes it pretty fucking hilarious, between a high pitch squeal and a laugh. He nearly sends you to the ground as he jolts awake.
"Okay, okay! I'll get up."
"That's better."
You manage to get dressed in ten minutes, as it was difficult with Dave being extremely clingy, then you had to force him to get dressed. He is so difficult. He always like this in the mornings as you found, both on your time on the meteor and during the summer meet-ups where you've had "sleep-overs" of a sort. He's a lot worse when he's constantly showing his affections; it kind of makes you wonder if would have been like this on the meteor if you were together. Probably. Terezi had warned you of this, and Jade, but you didn't take it seriously. You should have.
Right now he's pulled you onto his lap, and is smothering you with kisses, little nips here and there. If that motherfucker doesn't stop, you'll both hold everyone up because you'll be doing round two. You've got a major headache and you don't another round would help.
He's going on a rant about how you're too cute, which is makes you flush from your head to toe. You kiss him back for good measure and push him off, with enough force as you can manage, but your hands remain intertwined as you return to the site.
The campsite is pretty much crowded as people pack up and get ready to leave. Dirk calls Dave over to help with something, so you go and help whoever needs it. Kankri asks you if you could check to make sure if they have everything and to get anything they missed, seeing as Cronus is refusing to leave him alone. You do as you're asked of, until Jade interrupts you.
"Sooo?" She asks, leaning down a bite so you face to face. God, Harley is tall. Her raven hair is tied back into a braid, by the looks of it Feferi's hand work, her dark skin glowing with delight, eyes shimmering as the sunlight hits them, and a muscular build to top it all off – she can take anyone in a fight, and you'd pay good money to see that fight. Her cheeky smile can only mean that she knows about last night, but you're going to play the innocent and oblivious card.
"So what?"
"Last night, how'd it go?"
"I'm not following."
"Karkat, don't be like that! Give me details here. I got to know how it went; did he successfully make you swoon? Did you make him swoon? Come, fill me in here. Nepeta wants to know too." She begs and practically pulls out her puppy dog eyes card.
"I don't see why you need to know, but it was fine." You sigh.
She deadpans, "Fine. That's it? Come on, it has to have gone better than that?" She ponders for a moment, looking at the ground, before looking back at you with a new look in her eyes that makes you concerned. "You did the do, didn't you?"
All the blood in your body has gone to your face, cause you a definitely as red as a fire truck. "Maybe…"
Her eyes light up at your response and she smiles, "So, it did go better than planned!"
"…You helped Dave plan it?"
"Eh, only a little. I just told Dave about the secret gazebo and helped him get the stuff for it. The rest was all on him…" She explains. "So… when's the wedding?" She teasingly wiggles her eyebrows at you.
Before you can reply, Porrim interrupts and asks where Kankri is. That's when you notice he and Cronus are missing… ew, you didn't need to think about that. Since you're a jackass, you tell her that he and Cronus went off somewhere. You know she'll hunt them down and intrude on their privacy and embarrass the fuck out them, who wouldn't though.
Jade decides to end the conversation there since she and Jake have a plane to catch. She pulls you in for a hug, "If you every want to talk I'm here for you, okay?" She then let's go, giving you a small smile, and goes to finish her good-byes with everyone else, leaving you dumbfounded. You have no idea where that came from.
There's nagging in the back of your mind, telling you that somehow… she knows. It's Jade, though, who knows what she knows. She could know something that isn't what you think she knows, but something tells you otherwise. God, what if they all know about you're "stunt". Honestly, you couldn't care much if they knew about your "stunt" right now, it's mostly if Dave went behind your back and told them. He wouldn't do that, right? Unless, the only person he had told was John, and since Egbert can't keep his shut everyone found out from him. Or maybe someone found out on their own, like Rose.
You don't realize that you've zoned out until Dave waves a hand in front of you. "You okay there, Karkat?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, M' fine." He quirks an eyebrow, but brushes it off.
"We're going to be heading off soon, so I thought I'd be good and give my boyfriend a goodbye kiss." His hands find yours, and you basically forget anything that had been bothering you before, especially with the way he says "boyfriend" like it's a fucking blessing.
"Only if you say please."
"Please."
You can help but beam when you see him smile, and pull him into a kiss. It's doesn't last too long as you hear Nepeta whistle at you both from the side, causing to retreat from the kiss. Dave snickers, and kisses your cheek.
"Pester me when you get the chance, kay?" He says, and you nod as he begins to move away. "See ya some other time, Karkat."
You really wished you had more time, because for some reason… you don't think you'll see him again.
So, it's been while, hasn't it. Well here you go. it's not over yet, obviously. Probably a few more chapters, i still can't decide if the ending is going to be sad or not.
So, you guys can vote - sad ending or happy?
Also, i just all of you to know, if you're ever feeling down, don't give up. You still got a lot ahead of you, so many things you have yet to experience. Just take a deep breath and keep living. You can do it.