Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Dave lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of Karkat and the challenge that lay ahead. He could still feel the weight of Karkat's arm around him, the warmth of his body pressed against his own. He shivered, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling in his gut. He couldn’t believe he had agreed to this, to let Karkat have another go at him. But he also couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through him at the thought of it.
He threw off his covers, the cool air of his apartment hitting his bare skin.
He wasn’t sure what had come over him. His friends would never believe this side of him, the one who was considering sucking another guy’s cock again. But there was no denying the heat in his belly, the way his heart pounded at the thought.
He sat up, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. He couldn’t help but replay the image of Karkat standing over him, his cock hard and ready. He remembered the taste, the smell, the feel of it in his mouth. He felt his own cock twitch at the thought.
“What the fuck are you doing, Dave?” he muttered to himself.
Dave shoved his hand into his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his cock and giving it a few tentative strokes. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he remembered the feel of Karkat's cock in his mouth, the taste of him, the smell. He could still taste him, could still feel him, and it was driving him insane. He stroked himself harder, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps as he chased the memory of the night before. He could hear Karkat's voice in his ear, feel his hand in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. His cock was hard in his hand, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his body aching for more. But it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. He needed more, he needed...
He thrust two fingers into his mouth, sucking hard. His mouth felt so empty. He could still taste Karkat, still feel the slide of his cock against his tongue, the thickness of it filling his mouth. He groaned, his hand moving faster, imagining it was Karkat's cock in his hand instead of his own. How had he never noticed it before? The way it pressed against Karkat's jeans, always there, always waiting, hidden beneath his clothes. He imagined peeling those jeans off, revealing the hard length of him, the way it would spring free, ready and eager. He shuddered, his hips movement growing more frantic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn't believe he'd never thought about it before, never wondered what Karkat looked like naked, what he tasted like, what he felt like. He'd always been there, right in front of him, and he'd never seen him, never touched him, never tasted him.
But now, now he couldn't stop thinking about it. About Karkat. About his cock. He could see it, in his mind's eye, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He could hear Karkat's voice, low and husky, teasing him, humiliating him. "You know you want it, don't you, Dave? You can't stop thinking about it, can you? You're such a little slut, begging for it, aren't you?" He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the way his body responded to the words, even as his mind rebelled against them. And then, Karkat was there, in front of him, his jeans unbuttoned, his cock already out, hard and ready.
Dave could see every detail, the thick vein running along the underside, the way it curved slightly to the left, the dark red color of the head, glistening with pre-cum. He could hear Karkat's voice, low and husky, teasing him, "You can't stop thinking about it, can you, Dave? Dave's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his own cock aching in his hand. He couldn't deny the truth in Karkat's words. He couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop imagining it, couldn't stop wanting it. He groaned, his hand moving faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his body on fire with need.
He could see Karkat's cock so clearly in his mind, the thick shaft, the dark red head already glistening with pre-cum, begging to be licked, sucked, swallowed. He could almost taste it, could almost feel the weight of it in his mouth, the way it would fill him, stretch him, use him. He shuddered, his own cock throbbing in his hand, his body aching for release. But he didn't want to come yet, not like this. He wanted Karkat, wanted to feel him, taste him, feel his cock in his mouth, his body against his own. He couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop imagining it. He groaned, his hand moving faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip as he gave in to the fantasy.
Imagined Karkat's voice filled his head, low and husky, dirty and filthy, watching him, pleased.
"Good boy, Dave. Look at you, jerking off to thoughts of my cock. You're such a little slut, aren't you? Bet you'd suck me off right now if I gave you the chance, wouldn't you, Dave?" Dave groaned, his hips thrusting up into his own grip, the image of Karkat standing over him, smirking, his cock hard and ready, making him feel like a filthy, disgusting, wonderful slut. "That's right, Dave. You love it, don't you? You love sucking my cock, don't you? You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, Dave?
The way you swallow me down, the way you look up at me with those big red eyes, begging for more. You're such a pretty little sissy when you're on your knees, aren't you, Dave? Dave's breath hitched in his throat as he imagined Karkat's words, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Fuck you," he muttered, even as his hips thrust up into his grip, chasing the image of Karkat's cock, the taste of it, the feel of it.
"What was that, Dave? You saying you don't like it? You don't like being my little faggot?
He groaned, his hips thrusting up into his grip, the image of Karkat's cock, hard and ready, filling his mind.
Suddenly, Karkat's voice filled his head, clear as day, "Don't you dare look away, Dave. Eyes on my cock, remember? You're not allowed to take your eyes off it. Not until you make yourself come." Dave's breath hitched in his throat, his hand moving faster, his hips thrusting up into his grip as he imagined Karkat's words, his cock throbbing in his hand. "You're such a little slut, aren't you, Dave? Begging for my cock, can't keep your eyes off it. You're pathetic, you know that? A little faggot, addicted to my cock already. You wouldn't last a day without it, would you, Dave?" Dave's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his mind racing with Karkat's words.
He could almost feel Karkat's presence, his hot breath on Dave's face, his cock throbbing in front of him, demanding Dave's attention. He couldn't look away, even if he wanted to. He was a slave to the image of Karkat's cock in his mind, his body responding to every dirty word, every humiliating command.
Karkat's voice continued, low and husky, "You're a worthless little cuck, aren't you, Dave? Always begging for another man's cock.
You're not even a real man, are you? You're just a pathetic little sissy, a desperate slut." Dave's body was on fire, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to Karkat's dirty words. He couldn't deny the truth in them, couldn't deny the way his body responded to the humiliation, the way his cock throbbed in his hand, desperate for release.
"Say it, Dave. Tell me what you are." Karkat's voice was a low growl, a harsh command that sent shivers down Dave's spine. He couldn't take his eyes off the image of Karkat's cock in his mind, couldn't stop his hand from stroking himself faster, chasing the pleasure that was building in his belly.
"I... I'm a worthless little slut," Dave choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks burned with humiliation, but his body was on fire, his cock throbbing in his hand, his hips thrusting up into his grip.
"I'm a pathetic little sissy, hungry for another man's cock," he moaned, his voice a breathy gasp as he chased the pleasure that was building inside him. "I'm a desperate slut, addicted to your cock, your come, Karkat. Please, I need it."
His words were raw and honest, spoken from deep within him, a place he didn't even know existed until that moment. He was shocked by the truth in them, by the way his body responded to the humiliation and the dirty words. But he couldn't deny it, couldn't fight against it.
The words, the fantasy, the humiliation, it all combined to push him over the edge. His body tensed, his hips thrusting up one last time as his orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came, his mind filled with the image of Karkat's cock, cumming on him.
As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Dave lay there, panting and exhausted, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a deep sense of shame wash over him, his cheeks burning with the humiliation of his own words, the things he had said, the way he had begged.
As he tried to catch his breath, an image of Karkat's face filled his mind, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pride. He imagined Karkat praising him, his voice low and husky, "Good boy, Dave. You took that so well. You're such a brave thing, aren't you? You wanted it so bad, I'll let you have it for a little while." He saw Karkat's hand, strong and sure, gripping the back of his head, guiding him, urging him to take more, to take all of it. He imagined the weight of Karkat's cock in his mouth, the taste of it, the scent of it, the feeling of it filling him, stretching him, using him. He sighed, content and full.
Dave fell asleep sucking his fingers, naked and covered in his own cum. The image of Karkat's cock filled his dreams, his voice echoing in his mind like a dirty, delicious mantra. He woke up the next morning with a sore jaw and a throbbing ache in his balls. He groaned, rolling over and burying his face in his pillow, trying to block out the harsh morning light filtering through his cheap, plastic blinds.
What the fuck was that? Something fucking weird was going on with him - thank god he could just push that memory down. That did not happen. It was just a weird, fucked-up dream. A one-time thing.
He pushed the strange thoughts aside and dragged himself out of bed, trying to shake off the lingering traces of his bizarre dream. He wandered into the kitchen, his brain still foggy with sleep, and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He sat down at the small, cluttered table, his eyes scanning the mess of old comic books, empty soda cans, and discarded video game cases scattered across the surface.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a framed picture propped up against the wall, hidden behind a stack of game cases.
It was a picture of him and Karkat, taken last Halloween at a mutual friend's costume party. They were dressed as a pair of stereotypical nerds, complete with thick-rimmed glasses and high-waters. Karkat had his arm draped casually around Dave's shoulder, and they were both laughing at something off-camera.
Dave stared at the picture, his brow furrowing as he tried to reconcile the image with the strange thoughts that had been plaguing him since last night. He hadn't dreamt about Karkat like that. Not really. He'd just... indulged in a weird fantasy or something. That was all.
They were just friends, hanging out, having a good time. Nothing more. Nothing weird. Dave took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to convince himself of the truth of that statement.
He picked up the picture, his fingers tracing the edges of the frame. He remembered that night, remembered how much fun they'd had together, remembered how Karkat had made him laugh until his sides ached. He remembered the way Karkat's arm had felt around his shoulder, warm and comfortable, like it belonged there. He remembered feeling safe and happy, surrounded by his friends, with Karkat by his side.
But he also remembered the way Karkat had looked at him sometimes, a softness in his eyes that Dave couldn't quite interpret. He remembered the way Karkat's hand would sometimes linger on his shoulder, or his back, when they hugged.
Was it weird that he always hated the guys Karkat dated or brought around? Was it weird that he felt so possessive over their movie nights - that no one in their social group ever got an invite?
......... Nah.
He looked closer at the picture of them together, wondering if you could see Karkat's cock through his clothes at all. It was massive - where the hell was he hiding that thing all the time anyways?