Chapter 11: Chapter 11
Vignette I: The Campus Coffee Shop
The sun-dappled campus was a hive of activity, students darting between classes, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the hum of distant laughter. Dave sat at a small table outside the campus coffee shop, one leg bouncing nervously as he watched Karkat approach. His neighbor was dressed in his usual attire of a worn band t-shirt and ripped jeans, his messy black hair hiding his face from view. As he drew nearer, Dave could see the warm, brown eyes that always seemed to see right through him.
Karkat smirked as he dropped into the chair across from Dave, a steaming cup of coffee appearing in his hand as if by magic. "You look tense, Davey," he noted, taking a sip of his drink.
Dave shrugged, trying to play it off. "Just thinking about our next class, you know?"
Karkat hummed in response, his eyes never leaving Dave's face. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Dave's leg bounced faster, the nervous habit giving away his unease. Karkat chuckled, reaching out to still the leg with his hand.
His fingers began to rub gentle circles on Dave's thigh, soothingly and possessively. "You know, baby, if you're this tense before class, you should really let me help you relax." He didn't care who might see; the other patrons at the coffee shop were too absorbed in their own conversations and studies to pay them much attention. Dave was too caught up in Karkat's touch to protest, his leg going still under the gentle ministrations. Karkat's hand moved higher, his thumb brushing against the inside of Dave's thigh, just above the knee. Dave let out a soft exhale, his body relaxing slightly under Karkat's touch. He knew he should stop this, should push Karkat's hand away, but the comforting sensation was too much to resist.
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Vignette II: The Library
Dave had tucked himself away in a quiet corner of the library, attempting to focus on his textbook. But the words blurred together, his mind tired and overwhelmed from exams, work, the stress of everything. Karkat was working quietly beside him.
Without warning, he reached out and casually pulled Dave into his side, his arm wrapping around Dave's shoulders. It was a simple, almost casual gesture, but it made Dave start in surprise. He looked up at Karkat, his eyes wide and startled, but Karkat just smiled softly and began to play with the ends of Dave's hair, his fingers tangling in the blonde strands.
Dave went back to work.
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Vignette III: The Bookstore
Dave was shelving books in the bookstore, his fingers running over the spines, reading the titles without really seeing them. Karkat walked up behind him, putting his hands on Dave's shoulders. Dave jumped, startled, but Karkat just chuckled, his breath warm on Dave's ear. "Sorry, baby, didn't mean to scare you," he said. He leaned in, his body pressing against Dave's back. Dave could feel the heat of him, smell the faint scent of his cologne.
Karkat stayed wrapped around him as he worked, his hips pressed into Dave's back, his arms draped loosely around Dave's shoulders. Neither of them paid much mind to the occasional side glances they received, the whispers and rolled eyes of their fellow students and co-workers. It was just another day.
"Don't you boys start roughhousing," scolds Adrianne, the bookstore manager.
Karkat flashes her a cheeky grin but pulls his hands off Dave's shoulders. "You know we can't have all this testosterone going wild, upsetting the customers," Adrianne chuckles, adjusting her glasses. Dave blushes, feeling Karkat's gaze on him, even when he steps back.
Vignette IV: The Dorm Hallway
Dave is leaning against the wall outside his dorm room, textbook in hand, looking like he's studying but really just daydreaming. Karkat approaches, a smirk on his face.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Dave's temple. "Are you actually reading that?" he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. Dave blushes, his body tensing slightly at the unexpected contact, eyes flicking to the side, wondering if someone saw that.
"Heh, I was, but at this point I've been looking at the same page for several minutes.'
"Study break? You hungry?" Asks Karkat.
Dave nods, tucking the book under his arm. "Yeah, I could eat."
Karkat grins, taking Dave's hand and lacing their fingers together. Dave's heart flutters at the casual touch, the way Karkat's warm hand envelops his. They walk together, their shoulders brushing, Karkat's thumb tracing absent patterns on the back of Dave's hand.
Vignette V: The Cafeteria
The cafeteria is bustling with the usual lunchtime crowd. Karkat leads Dave through the line, his hand still holding Dave's.
He chooses a table near the back, away from most of the crowd, and pulls out a chair for Dave. Dave sits, setting his book down on the table, and Karkat takes the seat next to him, their shoulders brushing. The server approaches, and Karkat orders for both of them, his arm casually draped over the back of Dave's chair.
Vignette VI: The Cafeteria
The server leaves, and Karkat leans in, his voice low and teasing. "So, Strider, how's your day been?
Busy? Or just full of useless knowledge that's going to get you nowhere in life?" Karkat asks with a smirk, his head leaning close to Dave's. His proximity and the low tone of his voice make it clear that only Dave is meant to hear this.
Dave rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch up into a small smile despite himself. "Very funny, Karkat. I'm actually pretty busy. I've got a midterm next week and I'm still not sure what I want to major in."
Karkat snorts, "Oh, drop the act, Davey. You know you're destined for greatness.
You just need to stop dicking around and pick something already." Karkat nudges Dave playfully, a smirk on his face. Dave rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away from Karkat's touch.
Vignette VII: The Student Union
Dave is sitting alone in the student union, flipping through a pile of flyers for campus events. He looks up as Karkat approaches, a sly grin on his face.
"You know, I saw this flyer for a charity race," Karkat begins, his voice casual as he slides into the seat next to Dave. "I thought it might be fun to do together.
You know, for a good cause."
"Oh hell yeah, Dude." Karkat grinned, leaned in and squeezed Dave's hip, his breath warm against Dave's ear. "We should definitely do it. It'll be fun, good for the community, and plus, you can wear those cute little running shorts for the cause, right?"
Dave's face flushed bright red, and he couldn't help but chuckle at Karkat's shameless teasing. "You're such an idiot," he muttered, but he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in his stomach.
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Vignette VIII: The Gym
The gym was one of the few places on campus that Dave actually felt comfortable. It was a place of familiarity, of routine. He was mid-workout, sweat dripping down his face as he pumped iron, when Karkat strutted in, a smug grin on his face. He made his way over to Dave, not bothering to hide his appreciation of the sight of Dave's taut, sweat-slicked body.
"Hey, stud," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Need a spot?"
Karkat asked, his eyes scanning Dave's form, taking in the way his muscles tensed and released with each lift.
Dave grunted an affirmative, his arms shaking slightly as he lowered the barbell to his chest, the weights rattling softly. Karkat moved into position, his hands hovering over Dave's chest, ready to support the bar should Dave need it. "You're looking good, Davey," Karkat murmured, his voice warm and encouraging. "You got this."
Karkat's words of encouragement blended with the clanking of the weights as Dave began to push the barbell back up. His arms trembled with the effort, sweat dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision. He grunted, pushing through the burn, the familiar ache of exertion.
Dave's breath hitched as he locked out his elbows, the barbell clanging softly into the rests. He looked up, his vision clearing, and found Karkat's crotch mere inches from his face. His eyes widened in surprise, his body stiffening as he felt a rush of heat to his cheeks. He quickly looked away.
Karkat chuckled, a warm, fond sound that sent a shiver down Dave's spine.
"Dirty mind," he grins, "You can have it later. Focus on your set." Karkat chuckled, softly patting Dave's chest.
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Karkat slapped Dave's ass with a loud smack, the sound echoing through the gym. Dave's body jerked in surprise, his face flushing a deep shade of red. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes wide with shock. "Karkat?" he hissed, his voice low but angry.
Karkat just grinned, unrepentant. "Just a little encouragement, man. You're doing great." He didn't miss the way Dave's breath hitched, the way his face darkened slightly. He smirked, knowing he'd hit a nerve.
"Lighten up, Strider.
It's just a little locker room action. Men do that to each other all the time. Total macho thing," Karkat shrugged as if it were nothing, not even pausing his workout. Dave looked at him, his cheeks still flushed from the surprise earlier, but he didn't protest. Maybe it was just a guy thing, he thought to himself, a little more relaxed now. Karkat grinned, knowing he'd won this round.
Dave finished his set, lowering the barbell to the rack with a slight clang. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, feeling the burn of his muscles. Karkat moved closer, smacking Dave's ass playfully, leaving a red handprint. "Good job," he praised, his voice casual, as if they did this all the time. Dave smiled, a small, genuine smile, and nodded his thanks.
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As they walked out of the gym, Karkat looked down at Dave, a playful smirk on his face. He reached up and gently thumbed at Dave's lower lip, as if to wipe away a smudge of sweat. Dave didn't think anything of it, his mind still focused on the rush of endorphins from his workout. He even found himself imagining sucking on Karkat's thumb, but quickly pushed the thought away, feeling a flush of heat to his cheeks. Karkat went on as normal, his hand dropping back to his side, his voice casual as he said, "You ready to hit the showers, baby?"
Dave nodded, still flushed from the workout and the unexpected touch. Karkat chuckled, a warm sound that sent a shiver down Dave's spine. "Come on, then.
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They walked towards the showers, their wet gym clothes clinging to their bodies. Karkat grabbed a towel and gestured for Dave to follow him into the communal shower area. Dave hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. "Karkat, I can shower on my own, you know."
Karkat scoffed, his grin unabated. "Yeah, yeah, I know you can, but come on, we're bros, right? Besides, I've seen you shower before. Remember freshman year?" he reminded him.
Dave rolled his eyes but followed Karkat into the shower area. He was about to turn away to a separate shower when Karkat grabbed his wrist, pulling him under the scalding hot water with him. Dave yelped in surprise, trying to pull away, but Karkat held firm.
The water pounded against their backs, steam rising around them as Karkat pulled the shower curtain shut, closing them off from the rest of the world. Dave's heart raced, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as he looked up at Karkat, his eyes wide with shock and a touch of fear.
"Karkat, what are you doing?" Dave hissed, his words barely audible over the sound of the water. But Karkat simply smiled, his eyes warm and reassuring, and Dave found himself relaxing slightly, his body going slack in Karkat's grasp. Karkat's hands began to wander, soaping up Dave's chest, his touch gentle but firm, almost possessive. Dave's breath hitched as Karkat's fingers lingered on his nipples, tweaking them gently before moving on.
He reached up, his touch surprisingly soft and soothing, to massage the shampoo into Dave's hair. Dave tensed briefly at the intimacy, but the feeling of Karkat's strong fingers kneading his scalp was so relaxing that he quickly melted into it. He let his head fall back, his eyes fluttering closed, a soft moan escaping him. Karkat chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, as if he found this reaction amusing. But Dave didn't care. He was too lost in the sensation, too caught up in the casual intimacy of it all.
Karkat rinsed Dave's hair thoroughly, his hands lingering in Dave's curls, almost as if he was reluctant to let go. Dave opened his eyes, looking up at Karkat with a soft, dazed expression. He felt almost boneless, like he could never move again.
Karkat's hands, slick with soap, moved down from Dave's scalp, tracing the line of his spine, then back up again, lingering on the curve of his shoulders. Dave stood there, his eyes closed, his body relaxing into Karkat's touch.
He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Karkat's soapy hands began to explore his body, moving down from his shoulders to his back, his touch gentle yet firm. Karkat's hands lingered on Dave's sides, his thumbs tracing the definition of his muscles, as if appreciating the sight. Dave felt like putty in Karkat's hands, his body melting into every touch, every caress.
Karkat's soapy hands moved down to Dave's chest, lingering on his nipples, tweaking them gently, almost teasingly. Dave's breath hitched, his body tensing slightly at the unexpected sensation, but he didn't stop Karkat. He let him explore, let him play, his body submitting to Karkat's touch without a word of protest. Karkat smirked, his eyes darkening with amusement at Dave's reaction. He pinched one nipple gently, making Dave gasp, before moving on to the other one, his touch firm and possessive. Dave bit his lip, his eyes closed, his body on fire with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He knew he should stop Karkat, should tell him to back off, but something in him reveled in the touch, in the casual ownership Karkat was displaying.
So Dave let Karkat's soapy hands move lower, down past his ribs, his abdomen, his hips.
Karkat's hands moved lower still, cupping Dave's ass, squeezing gently. Dave let out a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering closed, his body pressing back into Karkat's touch without conscious thought.
He felt vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely comfortable under Karkat's attentive ministrations. Karkat's soapy hands slid lower, gently cupping Dave's ass, his touch firm and possessive. Dave's breath hitched, his body tensing slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch, his head falling forward to rest on Karkat's chest, his eyes still closed.
Karkat chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate, and Dave felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn't know what had gotten into him, why he was allowing Karkat to touch him like this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt too good, too right, to argue.
Karkat's hands moved lower still, soft and gentle, cleaning every inch of Dave's skin as if it were a sacred ground. Dave felt his breath hitch as Karkat's hand slid between his cheeks, soapy fingers gently parting him, washing over his hole with a firm but gentle pressure. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, under Karkat's touch, he felt safe, almost cherished.
Karkat quickly washed the rest of Dave, his soapy hands moving over Dave's body with an efficiency that brooked no argument. He rinsed him off, the water cascading down Dave's skin like a waterfall. Dave stood there, his eyes closed, as Karkat washed him with a thoroughness that bordered on possessive. It was over too soon, and Dave felt a pang of disappointment when Karkat turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping Dave in it with brisk, efficient movements. Dave shivered as the cool air hit his wet skin, but Karkat quickly rubbed him dry, his touch firm and sure, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
He wrapped a towel around Dave's shoulders, securing it with a gentle pat to his back, before beginning to dress him. He slipped a clean t-shirt over Dave's head, his arms moving deftly, efficiently, as if he took pride in the task. He pulled on Dave's sweatpants, his jeans, and his socks, all the while humming a soft tune under his breath. Dave watched him, his eyes wide with surprise, his body moving with Karkat's touches as if they were one.
Once Dave was dressed, Karkat pulled him into an embrace, his arms wrapping around Dave's body with a warmth and possessiveness that was almost startling. "There, see?" he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "You're all clean and dry now. What a good boy." Dave blushed at the words, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Karkat's care, even if it was unwanted and undeserved. Karkat finished dressing him, his hands gentle and sure, before scooping Dave up into a bridal carry, wrapping Dave's towel-clad legs around his waist. "Come on, baby," Karkat murmured, a soft smile on his face. "Let's get you home and tucked into bed. You've had a long day."
As they walked through the bustling campus, Dave nestled against Karkat's chest, his arms wrapped loosely around Karkat's neck. He didn't protest the ride, too tired and too content to argue. Karkat prided himself on taking care of his things, and right now, Dave was one of them.
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Dave was in his dorm room, on the phone with his brother Dirk, his voice snappy and irritated as he hissed into the receiver.
"Come on, Dirk, I'm a grown-ass man, I don't need you checking up on me all the time."
Dave's voice was taut with irritation, his fingers drumming impatiently on the edge of his desk as he paced his dorm room, phone pressed to his ear.
"No, Dirk, I'm not being reckless. I'm just living my life, okay? You don't need to check in on me every five fucking minutes."
Dave's voice escalated, his patience snapping like a dry twig. "I'm twenty years old, Dirk, not five. Why don't you mind your fucking-"
Dave's tirade was abruptly cut off as Karkat's large hand snaked out, snatching the phone from his grasp. "Hey, Dirk, it's Karkat. Yeah, he's fine, just a little... stressed. No, no, he doesn't need you to come over and check on him. Listen, I've got him under control. I know, I know, but I promise I'll keep him out of trouble. No, I'm serious. Okay, bye, Dirk. Yeah, yeah, promise. Bye. Yeah, bye."
Karkat hung up the phone, his thumb jabbing the 'end call' button before he turned to face Dave, a stern expression on his face. "Alright, little boy, time to clean up that mouth." His voice was firm, but there was a playful glint in his eye that softened the rebuke.
He looked down at Dave, who was now blinking up at him in surprise, his breath still coming in quick gasps. "You're getting a bit out of hand, little boy. Time to tone it down, wouldn't you say?"
Dave's brow furrowed slightly, his body tensing as he realized that Karkat was serious. He opened his mouth to protest, but Karkat cut him off with a shake of his head. "No, no, don't you dare argue with me, Davey. You know I'm right. You've been pushing your luck lately, and it's time someone put you in your place. Don't you think?" Karkat's voice was gentle, almost soothing, but there was an underlying steel in his tone that left no room for argument.
Dave's eyes widened in shock as Karkat's hands gripped his shoulders, pushing him down.
" I'm sorry, Davey," Karkat murmured, his voice soft but firm as he towered over him, his fingers still digging into Dave's shoulders. "I'm sorry I let it go on this long when you clearly needed it." Karkat's voice was apologetic but firm, his hands still on Dave's shoulders, holding him in place. Dave's breath hitched, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked up at Karkat, his heart pounding in his chest.
Karkat's eyes softened, and he smiled gently, "I care about you, angel. And I'm not going to let you spin out of control like this."
Dave's body relaxed slightly under Karkat's touch, and he found himself nodding, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement.
"Open" says Karkat "You've talked enough. Let's use your mouth for something it's good at"
He pulled dave to his knees, Karkat's leans over him, hands planted on either side of Dave's head. Dave's startled eyes widened as Karkat's intent became clear. Karkat's eyes were soft yet serious, his lips curved into a gentle but firm smile. Dave's body tensed, his hands gripping Karkat's thighs for support, his breath hitching in his chest.
"K-Karkat, I-I don't-" Dave stuttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
"Shh, baby," Karkat soothed, his voice a low rumble. "You don't have to think, or do anything, You just sit here and take what I give you." Karkat said, voice firm yet gentle. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his already hardening cock. Dave's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his breath catching in his throat. Karkat's hand gripped the back of Dave's neck, guiding him forward. "Open up, little boy." His voice was low, commanding, yet still gentle. Dave hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet Karkat's, before parting his lips, allowing Karkat to slide his cock into his mouth. .
Dave couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine as he felt Karkat's hand wrap around the back of his neck, firm and steady. He relaxed into the touch, letting Karkat guide him forward until his lips brushed against the head of Karkat's cock. He could feel the heat of it, the weight, and he hesitated for just a moment before opening his mouth and taking Karkat in.
Karkat groaned softly, his fingers tightening slightly in Dave's hair. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging.
"You're doing so good. Just like that."
Dave's breath hitched as he felt Karkat's cock slide deeper into his mouth, his body relaxing into the sensation despite his earlier apprehension. He could feel the length of it, the heat, and he found himself instinctively moving, taking Karkat in further.
Karkat's grip on the back of Dave's neck tightened slightly, his fingers massaging gently as he guided Dave's movements. "Easy, little one," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. "Don't rush it. You'll get what you need."
Karkat's voice was firm yet gentle, his hand still guiding Dave's head. Dave tried to relax, focusing on the feel of Karkat's cock in his mouth, the taste of him, the scent of his skin. He let Karkat set the pace, moving his mouth as instructed, listening to the encouragement in Karkat's voice.
Dave's breath came out in soft moans around Karkat's cock, echoing in the small dorm room. Karkat's grip on Dave's hair tightened slightly, his hips moving in shallow thrusts, his breath coming out in soft grunts.
"Is it good, sweetheart?" Karkat asked, his voice rough with desire, yet still gentle and coaxing. He looked down at Dave, his eyes filled with appreciation and possession. Dave hummed in response, a soft, vibrating noise that sent shivers down Karkat's spine. He couldn't believe how good this felt, how right. Dave was taking it like a natural, his warm mouth working him perfectly.
Dave's cheeks were flushed a deep pink, his eyes watering slightly from the intensity of it all. But he didn't pull away, didn't protest.
Instead, he leaned into it, his body submitting to Karkat's touch, his own desires warring with the shame he felt. Karkat's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Dave could feel him growing harder in his mouth, could feel the tension in his body, the contrasting way Karkat was smoothing his hair down.
"Mmmph," he tried to say, his lips still full of Karkat's cock.
But Karkat had taken his mouth, his hands, his body. And now he was taking his voice too. He pulled back slightly, his lips wet and parted, a soft gasp escaping as he looked up at Karkat.
"That's it, my sweet little boy," Karkat purred, his voice low and husky. "You take it so well, so eagerly. It's almost a shame no one thought to put you on your knees before now." He smirked, his hand cupping Dave's cheek, his thumb brushing against Dave's cheekbone. "But I'll take care of you now, won't I? I'll make sure your needs are met, won't I?"
Dave's eyes widened slightly at the words, a flush spreading over his cheeks. He felt a warmth in his chest at Karkat's words, a sense of comfort and security that he had never felt before. He nodded, a soft whimper escaping him as Karkat's hand tightened slightly in his hair.
"It must've been so hard, little one," Karkat murmured, his voice low and soothing. "All those years, all that pent-up need, and no one to take care of it. No one to put you in your place, to show you what you're really good for. It's such a waste, really. You're so eager, so willing, and yet you've been denied, all this time."
He tsked, shaking his head. "It's a shame, really. All those years of missing out on this, on feeling this connection, this... ownership. And for what? Because no one saw you for what you are?
A sweet, eager little cocksucker. Just look at you, all full of cock, eyes watering, lips stretched around me. You look so good like this, Davey. So natural, so desperate for it. You need this, don't you, baby? You need someone to put you in your place, to make you useful. You need someone to own you, to use you."
Karkat's voice was soft, soothing, as if he were petting a frightened animal. He continued to talk, his words painting a picture of a world where Dave was wanted, needed, used. He spoke of how Dave's lips looked stretched around his cock, how his eyes watered prettily, how his cheeks were flushed with arousal and embarrassment. He spoke of how Dave's body trembled with need, how he knew, deep down, that Dave was meant for this, meant for him.