Chapter 4: Chapter 4
The sunlight streaming through the cracks in the blinds cast dappled, golden patterns on the walls. Dave's eyes fluttered open, his mind a hazy fog of confusion and memory. He was in Karkat's bed, the soft sheets wrapped around him like a warm, comfortable cocoon. He groaned, his body aching in unfamiliar ways. His mouth felt dry, his throat raw, and his tongue was thick and sluggish. His eyes felt sore, like he'd been crying, and his head was pounding. He felt groggy, the events of the night before hazy, like a half-remembered dream. He turned his head slightly, and his gaze landed on Karkat, who was sitting on a chair beside the bed, a book open in his lap. Karkat looked up, his eyes meeting Dave's, and he smiled, a soft, gentle smile that lit up his face.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice soft and warm. "How are you feeling?"
Dave's mouth felt dry, and it took him a moment to find his voice. "Not........ good," he said hesitantly, his voice hoarse and scratchy. He cleared his throat, wincing at the effort.
"I feel... weird." He paused, his eyes searching Karkat's face, looking for some hint of what Karkat thought about the night before. Karkat's expression softened, his hand reaching out to cup Dave's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that Dave hadn't even realized was there.
"That's understandable," Karkat said gently. "Last night was... intense. It's okay to feel weird, or scared, or confused. It's okay to feel anything you're feeling right now." Dave's eyes flickered up to meet Karkat's, a mix of emotions warring in their depths.
He felt a lump forming in his throat, his eyes welling up with tears that he couldn't hold back. "I-I don't know what's going on with me," he admitted, his voice trembling with unshed tears.
Karkat's expression softened even further, his thumb brushing away the tears that spilled down Dave's cheeks. "You know what I think? I think I should take really good care of you today."
Karkat smiled down at him, happily, shining like the sun. Dave wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve that.
He'd been a complete wreck last night, and he was still feeling the effects of it. His body ached, his mind was a jumbled mess of confusion and fear, and he felt like he was on the verge of tears every other minute.
"What do you mean?" Dave asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Karkat just smiled at him, that soft, gentle smile that made Dave's heart flutter in his chest.
"I mean I'm going to make sure you're comfortable, fed, and taken care of. That's the bare minimum here. And then we can talk <3" Karkat's smile widened, his eyes softening as he looked down at Dave.
"I'm glad you're here with me today, you know that?" Dave's heart fluttered in his chest at Karkat's words, warring with the sick and nauseous feeling that had been swirling in his mind since he woke up. He still felt uneasy, not sure where they stood, not sure what it meant about him. "I guess," he murmured, his voice soft and barely audible.
He looked down at his hands, a slight tremble noticeable in his movements as he picked at the sheets. Karkat noticed the shift in his demeanor, his smile slowly fading as he watched Dave. He set his book aside and moved closer to the bed, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind Dave's ear.
"Hey," he said softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "What's wrong?"
Dave hesitated for a moment before looking up at Karkat, his eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. "I don't know what the hell happened last night," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I mean, I remember everything, but it feels like... like a dream or something. Like it didn't really happen." Karkat's expression softened further, his hand cupping Dave's cheek as his thumb brushed away another stray tear. "It's okay to feel confused, Dave. Last night was a lot to process, and there's no shame in feeling overwhelmed." Dave looked down again, his eyes avoiding Karkat's gaze as he spoke. "I just... I don't feel like myself.
Like, I'm here, but I'm not. It's like I'm floating or something." Dave's voice was soft, his eyes cast downwards, avoiding Karkat's gaze. Karkat sighed softly, his hand cupping Dave's cheek, his thumb brushing away another stray tear. "Yeah, you're dropping. It's because things got pretty intense last night, and your body is trying to process it all. It's okay, though. It'll pass. You just need some time and some care." He smiled gently, his eyes soft with concern.
Dave's body tensed, his muscles curling in on themselves as he pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them in a protective, ball-like position. He felt too low, too overwhelmed to keep talking, his breath hitching in his chest as he struggled to find the words to express the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
But when Karkat started to get up, he panicked. His hand shot out, grabbing onto Karkat's sleeve, his fingers curling into the fabric. Karkat paused, turning to look at Dave, his eyes softening with concern as he took in Dave's distress. "I'm just going to get us something to eat," he said, his hand covering Dave's on his sleeve. "But maybe you should come with me."
He bent down, scooping Dave up, blanket bundle and all. Dave squawked. Karkat laughed at Dave's shocked face, walking through the hallway with Dave bundled in his arms. Still feeling like words were beyond him, Dave curled his face into Karkat's neck as they walked, breathing him in. He's not sure why he's reacting like this, why he feels so... needy, so vulnerable. But Karkat's scent is comforting, familiar, and he finds himself clinging to it like a lifeline.
He can feel Karkat's heartbeat beneath his cheek, steady and strong, and it soothes him, calms him down. Karkat walks into the kitchen, kicking the door closed behind him with his foot. "How about some pancakes?" he asks, setting Dave down gently on the counter. Dave shrugs, his eyes still downcast. He feels like he's on the verge of tears again, and he doesn't want to look at Karkat.
Karkat hums softly as he starts to mix the batter, his eyes flicking up to Dave every now and then, checking on him.
"You know, I think we should start with some water and painkillers, don't you? You must be sore." He winks at Dave, his smile filled with gentle humor. Dave looks away, flushing. "Yeah, thanks," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Karkat nods, his expression softening as he sets aside the mixing bowl and walks over to the fridge. He grabs a bottle of water and a glass, pouring Dave a generous amount. He then opens the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out a bottle of painkillers and a glass of orange juice.
"Here, take these," he instructs, handing Dave the pills and the water. Dave takes them mechanically, swallowing the pills with a gulp of water.
Karkat turns back to the stove, starting to mix the pancake batter. Dave watches him, his eyes following Karkat's movements as he works.
The kitchen is filled with the scent of pancake batter and the soft hum of Karkat's voice as he sings under his breath. He's singing something in Japanese, a soft, sad song that Dave doesn't recognize.
"What are you singing?" Dave asks, his voice still rough. Karkat glances up at him, a soft smile on his face. "It's a song from one of my favorite anime, Wolf Children. It's about a single mother raising her two wolf-human children.
"Of course it's anime. You weeaboo." Dave takes a joking dig at Karkat, though with less energy than usual. Karkat decides to pretend that he doesn't notice Dave's mood still being subdued, and takes a dig back.
"Me? A weeb? Says the guy who has a Naruto body pillow."
Dave's grinned briefly at that comment. He had indeed forgotten about his Naruto pillow.
"It's not a pillow, it's a spiritual guide. Naruto-sensei teaches me the ways of the ninja."
Karkat rolls his eyes playfully, but there's a warmth in his voice.
"It's weeb behaviour, Dave." Karkat counters with a playful smirk, as he pours a ladle full of batter onto the hot pan.
"Maybe so, but you're the weeaboo, and I won't hear any comments to the contrary" Dave retorts, but the banter feels forced, a weak imitation of their usual dynamic.
Karkat notices the strain in Dave's voice, and he turns to put some water in the kettle.
"You're not wrong," he says, keeping his tone light. "But you're also the one who cried when Sasuke left the village." Karkat teased, his voice light and playful. Dave's grip on his blanket tightened as he laughed, a genuine smile spreading across his face. It was the first genuine expression Karkat had seen on Dave all morning, and it warmed him.
"Hey, that was a touching moment. Sasuke was his brother. He was leaving to protect the village. It was emotional, damn it." Dave defended, his voice stronger, more like his usual self. Karkat just laughed, shaking his head.
You really do take your Naruto very seriously." Karkat chuckled, pouring the pancake batter onto the hot pan.
Dave's laugh was strained, but it was a laugh nonetheless. Karkat smirked, flipping the pancakes with a practiced flick of his wrist. He loved seeing Dave's face light up, even if it was just a little.
As Karkat plated the pancakes, he turned to Dave, who was still perched on the counter. He picked Dave up again, carrying him over the the couch as he wriggled and complained. "Put me down!" Dave protested, but his voice lacked any real conviction. Karkat just laughed, dropping him on the couch and heading back to the Kitchen to get their plates. While he was there, he made Dave a cup of tea, and put a frankly disgusting amount of honey in it -- both for his sore throat, and because Dave had an alarming sweet tooth.
"You know, you're a menace, right?" Dave said as he sat back down with the steaming cup.
"Menace? I'm your savior." Karkat said in mock offense, sitting down beside him. "I saved you from dehydration and a potentially nasty headache. And THIS is for what I suspect is a very sore throat, after last night."
Karkat said, handing Dave the cup of tea.
Dave took a sip, wincing slightly at the heat, and the reminder that he had given Karkat an extensive blowjob, right here on this couch, only hours before. His eyes flicked down to Karkat's crotch, and then back away again, whip fast. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice still hoarse. Karkat smiled, settling back into the couch beside him. They sat in silence for a bit, the only sounds the hum of the nearby computer and the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. Suddenly, the silence was broken by Dave's voice, sharp and insistent. "I'm still not into dudes." He looked down at his mug, his expression tense and his cheeks flushed.
Karkat looked up from his plate, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Seriously? You can't truly believe that," he said, his voice filled with disbelief.
He set his plate aside, his hands balling into fists as he tried to maintain a semblance of composure. "Dave, we both know that's not true. Am I not a dude? Last night, you were all over me. You laid in my lap, you kissed and sucked on my cock, you let me come in your mouth, and you jerked off while it happened. You loved every second of it." Karkat's voice was rising, his patience clearly wearing thin. "How can you sit there and tell me that you're "not into dudes"? The closet is made of fucking glass."
Dave's eyes widen at Karkat's words, his grip on his mug tightening until his knuckles turn white. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he struggles to form a response.
"I don't... I don't know what you're talking about," he manages to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper. He won't look Karkat in the eye, his eyes darting around the room, refusing to meet Karkat's gaze. "The challenge was that I needed to not enjoy myself, and I didn't."
Karkat sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Dave, come on, man. You can't honestly sit there and tell me that you didn't enjoy what happened last night."
He sees Dave's jaw clench, his eyes still refusing to meet his. I don't know what you want me to say, Karkat. I did what you asked."
Karkat's eyes narrow at the harsh tone in Dave's voice. He leans in, his voice low and firm. "I want you to stop lying to yourself, Dave. You did enjoy it.
You moaned and whined and sucked me like you were starving for it. Your little cock was so hard, Dave, it was leaking pre-cum. You were so into it, you didn't even realize you were making noises, did you?" Karkat's voice was soft but firm, not leaving any room for argument. Dave's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to deny it, but the truth was striking too close to home.
"I don't know what you want from me, Karkat.
I completed the challenge, didn't I?" He was starting to feel sick and anxious again.
Karkat rubbed his temples, a frustrated sigh escaping him. " Fuck, and here I am picking a fight with you. Classic fucking me. Karkat can't-shut-his-mouth Vantas strikes again...." He sighs again, and pulls Dave into his side. "Come here." Karkat pulled Dave into his side, wrapping his arms around him and letting him rest his head on his shoulder. Dave went willingly, his body relaxing into Karkat's embrace as if it belonged there. Karkat felt Dave's breath hitch, heard the soft sniffle as he tried to hold back tears. Dave covered his face with his hands.
"Shh, it's okay," Karkat murmured, rubbing soothing circles on Dave's back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you. You don't have to talk about it right now."
Dave was silent for a moment, holding his breath as he tried to calm down.
Karkat held him tighter, his hands moving up to gently massage the sore muscles on Dave's neck and the hinges of his jaw. "You're okay, nothing is wrong with you, everything is fine," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
"Listen, you're alright, okay? You are good, and I'm proud of you," he murmured, his voice strong and reassuring. "You're safe, you're cared for, and you're exactly where you need to be."
Dave's breath hitched again, and he buried his face into Karkat's shoulder, not wanting to be seen if he cried. Karkat rubbed soothing circles on Dave's back, his other hand cupping the back of his head gently, feeling the fine tremor shake through him.
"Shh, it's okay. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere, we've got all day" he murmured, his voice soft and soothing, his body warm and solid beneath Dave's cheek.
Karkat reached over to the coffee table, picking up the TV remote and pressing a few buttons. A cheerful theme song filled the room, and Karkat settled back into the couch, one arm still securely around Dave. The theme song was instantly recognizable, and Dave's perked up, though he didn't move from his spot curled into Karkat's neck.
"Yeah, yeah, it's Naruto. I know you've seen every episode a million times." Karkat teased, his voice light and playful. He didn't expect Dave to move, but he appreciated the small smile that spread across his face at the mention of his favorite show.
"I never miss an opportunity to watch my sensei in action," Dave replied, his voice muffled against Karkat's shoulder. He was still clinging to him, his body pressed tightly against Karkat's side. Karkat smiled, tightening his arm around Dave's shoulders.
"Spoken like a true Naruto fanboy." He chuckled, feeling Dave's body relax further into his side, his grip on Karkat's shirt loosening slightly. They watched the opening credits roll by on the screen, the theme song filling the room with a cheerful melody. Dave's subconsciously hummed along with the theme. Karkat looked down at him, a soft smile spreading across his face as he watched Dave lose himself in the show.
Dave was clinging to him like a limpet, his head tucked beneath Karkat's chin, his arms wrapped tightly around Karkat's waist. It was a comforting feeling, to have Dave so close, so trusting. Karkat had been worried about him all morning, but now, as they sat together on the couch, Dave's body relaxed against his, Karkat could see him slowly coming out of his drop. His cheeks were less pale, his breathing more even, and while he was still quiet, it was a calm quiet now, rather than the tense, anxious silence of earlier.
His eyes were no longer darting around, but focused on the TV screen, as he started to ramble about Naruto's ninja ways. "You know, I've always thought that Naruto's chakra nature is actually a metaphor for his own journey," Dave said, his voice filled with passion and excitement. "The wind is always unpredictable, always changing, just like Naruto. He's never been able to fit into the mold that Konoha wanted him to fit into, but he's always found his own path, you know?"
Karkat smiled, listening to Dave's rambling with a mixture of amusement and relief. This was Dave, back to his usual self. He was no longer tense or anxious, but animated and excited, his eyes shining with passion as he talked about his favorite subject.
"And you know what else? Naruto's always had a thing for big, strong guys. Remember when he met Rock Lee? He was totally smitten, and not just because Lee's a badass fighter. I mean, have you seen those thighs? They're practically a national treasure."
Dave continued, his voice gaining momentum as he warmed to his subject. "I mean, have you seen those thighs? They're massive, right? And rock hard. Like, I bet you could bounce a coin off of them. Not that I'd know, of course. I'm not... you know, into that sort of thing. But still, it's hard not to admire a nice, firm thigh, right?" Dave trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep pink as he realized what he'd just said.
Karkat blinked, taken aback by Dave's sudden change in topic. He hid his surprise, however, and instead chuckled softly, "Yeah, they're definitely impressive.
So, what's your favorite Sasuke moment?" Karkat asked, trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters. But Dave was already off and running, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Oh man, there are so many. Like, remember when he first got his Sharingan activated? And he was like, 'I'll make you mine,' to Naruto? That was hot."
Dave paused as he realized what he'd just said. "I mean, not hot, like, in a gay way. Just, like, intense and cool."
Karkat raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on Dave's slip. "And then there was that time he showed up at the Valley of the End to fight Itachi.
You could just see it in his eyes, the way he looked at Naruto before the fight started. He was so... so intense. And the way Naruto looked back at him, like he was trying to say something, but couldn't find the words. It was like... it was like they were both saying goodbye forever." Dave spoke rapidly, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, though it was clear he wasn't really watching. He was lost in his own thoughts, his mind racing as he tried to put his feelings into words.
Karkat listened, his expression softening as he watched Dave. He could see the parallels, of course he could. But he wasn't going to be the one to point them out. Not yet. But Dave couldn't seem to stop himself, his thoughts tumbling out of him like a waterfall.
"I mean, think about it. Sasuke left the village to become stronger, but he always came back for Naruto. And Naruto, he's always been obsessed with bringing Sasuke back, no matter what it takes. It's like they're magnetized to each other, you know? They can't stay away, no matter how much they try." Dave's eyes were wide, his expression earnest as he looked up at Karkat, unaware of the unconscious parallels he was drawing. "And the way they fight, it's not just about the mission or the village. It's personal. It's like they're trying to prove something to each other, you know?"
Dave continued, his voice animated and passionate. "Like, Sasuke is always pushing Naruto away, but Naruto just keeps coming back, no matter what. It's like they can't help but be drawn to each other, even when they're fighting." Dave was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes flicking between Karkat and the TV screen as he spoke. "And the tension between them, it's so thick you could cut it with a knife. I mean, they're always so intense, always so close, but they never actually do anything about it. It's like they're both too stubborn to admit what they really want."
Karkat watches him, a soft smile playing on his lips. He finds Dave's rambling both endearing and hilarious. He can see the parallels that Dave is too wrapped up in his own thoughts to recognize, and he can't help but chuckle at the irony of it all. "You think Sasuke and Naruto are in love? Two dudes who are just friends?" Karkat teases, nudging Dave gently with his elbow. Dave nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. "I know it sounds crazy, but think about it. The way they look at each other, the way they fight, the way they can't stay away from each other. It's like they're magnetized or something.
"Hmm," Karkat says, amused. He let's Dave keep rambling, tuning him out while he pulls him in a bit closer by the waist, rubbing idly over his flanks. He can't help but think, Here they are, stuck together, like magnets. They always start movie nights on opposite sides of the couch and end up together in the middle. He wonders if Dave would see the irony if he pointed it out, or if he'd just get defensive again. No, better not to push it. Just let him talk.
Dave is still going, his hands gesturing wildly as he tries to express his thoughts. "And you know what? I think that's what makes them so compelling. It's the unspoken tension, the will-they-won't-they dynamic. It's like a tangible force between them, always pushing and pulling."
Dave pauses, taking a deep breath before launching into a completely unrelated tangent. " Do you think Obama has ever seen Naruto? Which character do you think is most like him?"
Karkat raises an eyebrow at Dave's sudden change in topic. "Obama, again?" he asks, amused trying to follow Dave's train of thought. "I don't know, man."
Dave looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Hmm, well, if he did watch it, I think he'd be most like Tsunade. You know, strong, confident, and always ready to lead. Plus, she's got that badass attitude that Obama always seems to have.
You know, like when she's fighting against Orochimaru and she's all like, 'I'm going to save this kid, and nobody's going to stop me,'" Dave said, his voice filled with passion as he gestured wildly with his hands.
"Dave," Karkat interrupted, his voice gentle yet firm, "we need to talk about last night.."
Dave's eyes widened in surprise at Karkat's sudden shift in topic. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he prepared himself for the conversation he was sure was coming.
"I want to make sure you're okay, and that we're on the same page about what happened."
Dave's body tensed slightly, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch cushion tightly. He looked down, avoiding Karkat's gaze as he asked, "What do you mean? I'm fine."
Karkat hummed softly, leaning back against the couch and turning his body towards Dave. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "First of all, I want to apologize for some of the things I said and did.
You were... you were so responsive last night, and I got carried away. I should have checked in with you more, made sure you were okay with everything we were doing." Karkat's expression was serious, his eyes soft and apologetic. Dave looked up at him, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought we were just... you know, doing the challenge." Karkat sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Dave's eyes widened slightly as Karkat's words registered, his cheeks flushing a bright red. Karkat kept going.
"We probably should have negotiated more boundaries before getting started, but I got swept away in the moment.
You were so sweet and responsive, and it was so fucking hot, but I should have checked in more. I mean, we didn't talk about humiliation, or you jerking off, or me coming in your mouth. I should have asked, but I didn't, and that's on me." Karkat said, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes filled with remorse. Dave's cheeks burned a bright red at Karkat's words.
"Dave - can we negotiate a bit now?
I want to know how you felt about some of the things I said and did last night." Karkat's voice was gentle yet firm, his eyes searching Dave's for an honest answer. Dave's stomach dropped, his mind racing back to the events of the night before. He squirmed slightly, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he remembered being called a slut, being mocked for his dick size, and being fed cum. But despite the humiliation, there was a part of him that had enjoyed it - a part he didn't want to admit out loud.
He couldn't find the words, so he just nodded, his cheeks burning. "How about when I called you a little slut? Did that bother you?" Karkat asked, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes searching Dave's face for any hint of discomfort or distress. Dave shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his fingers picking at the hem of his shirt. "No, not really," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the memory of Karkat's words still fresh in his mind. "It was... it was fine."
Karkat nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Good. And what about when I told you to jerk off for me? Did you like that?" Dave hesitated, his cheeks flushing even darker.
"Uh.. Yeah, that was fine. What guy doesn't like getting off." He mumbled, his eyes avoiding Karkat's gaze. Karkat's smile widened.
"And what about when I said your cock was tiny? You seemed to like that too, from the way you were leaking all over my leg." His voice was playful, teasing. Dave's face burned with embarrassment, and he looked down at his hands, unable to meet Karkat's gaze. "It... it was weird," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But not, like, in a bad way?" he added, looking up at Karkat with a question in his eyes. Karkat nodded, his smile softening. "I get it, it can be a bit of a mindfuck at first, but a lot of guys like it. And trust me, there's nothing wrong with your cock. It's perfect, just the way it is.
"How did you feel about the cum play? We should have talked beforehand, before I fed you my cum. That was so hot for me, Dave, you looked so good with my cum all over you, licking it from my fingers so sweetly... But how did you feel about it?"
Dave squirms - but manages to keep his tone casual as he plays it off. "Oh, yeah, that was... different. But I guess it wasn't so bad."
Karkat's eyes light up with excitement. "Really? You liked it? That's so hot." Karkat reaches out, cupping Dave's cheek gently with his hand. "You looked so fucking sexy, all covered in my cum."
Dave's heart races as Karkat's thumb brushes against his cheek, his breath hitching slightly. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but his cheeks flush a bright red. "Well, it was... it was interesting, but you know, no homo." he stammers, trying to downplay his reaction.
"Interesting, huh?" Karkat grins, his thumb continuing to trace circles on Dave's cheek. "You know, I could tell you were into it.
The way you looked at me when I fed you my load, the way you licked your lips and moaned. And the way you came right after, sucking on my fingers? Jesus, Dave, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Karkat's voice dropped to a low, seductive purr, and Dave could feel his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't deny the truth in Karkat's words, but he didn't want to admit it out loud. So, he deflected with a joke, trying to hide his discomfort.
"Yeah, well, I guess you could say I'm just a cum slut now." He forced a laugh, but it sounded more like a nervous tic than anything else. Karkat's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else, something darker and more intense. "I like the sound of that," he purred, leaning in closer to Dave. "I could get used to being your supplier."
Dave's heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the heat of Karkat's body so close to his own.
He turned his head into Karkat's shoulder, hiding his face and squirming a bit. "This is getting really gay and weird, man," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Karkat watched Dave's squirming with amusement, finding it incredibly cute. He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Dave and pulling him closer. "Aw, come on, Dave. You can't hide from me. I've already seen you at your gayest and weirdest."
"So you won that round of the challenge huh? Showed off with your best and straightest foot forward?
Karkat teased, nudging Dave playfully with his elbow. "You really think you won that challenge by not enjoying sucking my cock?"
Dave squirmed, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. "I didn't say I enjoyed it. I just said it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," he retorted, his voice defensive.
Karkat chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Sure, sure. But if you're so confident, maybe we should have a tie breaker round. Just to be sure."
Karkat's voice was laced with playful challenge. Dave squirmed in his grasp, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "What, you want me to do it again? Because I'm pretty sure I've proven my point." Dave tried to keep his voice confident, but the way his voice wavered at the end betrayed his true feelings. Karkat hummed, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of mischief. "Well, I do have a few more ideas that we could try.
But if you're not interested in proving your heterosexuality once and for all, we can just leave it at that," Karkat said, his voice deliberately casual, as if he hadn't just dropped a bombshell.
Dave's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. But then, to Karkat's astonishment, he quickly agreed, "Fine, let's do it. I'll show you." Dave's words are out before he can even process what he's said. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweating, as he tries to play it cool. He's not sure what he's getting himself into, but he can't deny the thrill of excitement that's coursing through him.
He's determined to prove his point, to show Karkat that he's not gay, no matter what happened last night. Whatever weird glitch that happened in his brain and made him act weird.
Karkat's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He knows he's got Dave right where he wants him, even if Dave doesn't realize it yet. "Alright, then. How about this? Karkat proposes, his voice laced with a playful challenge. "How will we decide who wins the next round? You came while sucking me, so I thought that was a clear win."
Karkat's eyes sparkle with mischief, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches Dave's reaction.
Dave's heart skips a beat, his mind racing to catch up with Karkat's words. "That's not fair," he argues, his voice a mixture of unease and defiance. "I'd come no matter what if someone was jerking me off. It's a reflex, not proof of anything."
Dave's eyes flick to Karkat's, a hint of defiance in his gaze.
Karkat nods in agreement, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I see your point. So, how about this? Next round, your cock is off-limits. No touching, no sucking, no jerking. If you come, it'll have to be from something else." He watches Dave's reaction carefully, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Dave's cheeks flush a deep red, and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. "Okay, fine. But if I don't come, does that mean I win?" he asks, his voice a mixture of uncertainty and challenge. Karkat chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Yes, that's right. If you don't come, it'll prove once and for all that you're straight. No more doubts, no more challenges."
Dave nodded, his resolve strengthening. "Alright, let's do it."
Karkat's grin widened, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation. "Fantastic! Let's finish our movie night tonight, and you can come back in two days to finish the challenge. I'm wiped, and I'm sure you are too." Karkat said, his eyes softening as he puts a hand on Dave's shoulder. "Let's just relax and enjoy the movie, alright? We can talk more about this later." Dave nodded, his body relaxing into Karkat's touch. He knew Karkat was right, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He needed time to process everything that had happened, and he couldn't do that when he was this tired.
As they settled back into watching the movie, Dave found himself relaxing, his body melting into Karkat's side. He felt safe here, with Karkat. Like he could let his guard down and just be.
Karkat's arm was warm around him, his presence comforting. Dave could feel his heart rate slowing as he took a deep breath, the scent of Karkat's skin and fabric softener filling his lungs. He was safe here, with Karkat. He could admit that to himself, at least.
They watched the rest of the movie in a comfortable silence, Dave's head resting on Karkat's shoulder. Karkat would occasionally smile down at him, his eyes soft and warm. Dave would look up and smile back, before turning his attention back to the screen. It was peaceful, in a way.
......... Was this gay as fuck? Surely not.