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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dave_Strider/Karkat_Vantas, onesided_John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Karkat_Vantas, John_Egbert, Bro_(Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, PWP, Plot_What_Plot, Porn, John_is_a
      pranking_master, unfortunately_his_pranks_lead_him_to_a_sticky_situation,
      Voyeurism, Lots_and_lots_of_porn, Flushed_Romance_|_Matesprits, this_AU
      isn't_much_detailed_since_there's_mostly_porn, Voyeur!John, John_realises
      he_might_have_feels, there_are_feels_in_this, Embarrassment,
      Masturbation, Xeno, Tentabulges, Anal_Sex, Making_Out, Tons_of_Sex, did_i
      mention_there's_a_lot_of_sex_happening, Riding
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-15 Words: 11701
****** Closeted ******
by Lacertae
Summary
     PWP AU Where John Is A Prankster But His Prank Lands Him In
     VoyeurLand.
     Written for Fesh, who asked "can you write me a fic where Dave is
     having sex with Karkat, and John catches them doing it? If you can,
     add hints of JohnDave too, please?"
Notes
     It's exactly what the summary says... lots of porn, DaveKat, and John
     voyeuring. (and getting off on it, too). I hope you people enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
If there was something John was good at, it was pranks.
He knew it, everybody knew it –he was the self-appointed master of everything
funny, from flowers that sprouted invisible ink to disguises to buckets full of
water placed on top of slightly ajar doors.
He could do everything and anything, and he took pride in this fact.
Nobody was ever safe from his pranks –not Rose, despite the way she called
forth all her scary grimdark spells and threatened him with severe maiming, not
Karkat, with his screeches that reached painful volume levels, not his cousin
Jane, who gave as much as she received.
Unfortunately, there was one person who had so far been able to avoid any prank
he’d tried to pull, sidestepping every water balloon, kneeling to evade an
incoming inkjet, never opening any suspicious door…
Even going as far as to avoid fistbumps because he knew it when John was
wearing his buzzers.
Dave Strider, John’s best friend since forever and self-proclaimed coolkid, was
definitely the one person John was striving to successfully prank.
Every failure was simply making John want to succeed even more, trying to come
up with ideas that would literally shove Dave off his feet, finally taking him
down a peg or two, showing him who was the boss.
In short, it was John’s purpose in life to make it so Dave would recognise him
as the prank master.
No he wasn’t exaggerating, nor was he taking things too seriously.
Nobody could take pranks too lightly, after all –his Dad was the first to say
that pranking was a way of life.
That was why John was hiding inside Dave’s cupboard, under a clever disguise®,
waiting for Dave to come back home.
Convincing Bro to let him in had been easy –Dave’s older sibling had given him
a camera, demanding a copy of the record for blackmail purposes, and John had
no trouble agreeing to that; proof of the one time he had managed to one-up his
best friend was something to put on a pedestal for posterity.
After setting the camera where Dave would never see it –after all, he knew his
best friend’s room as much as he knew his own– John had wiggled his way into
the cupboard, getting ready to put the show on the road.
The closet itself wasn’t really comfortable, though; it was narrow and full to
the brim with things Dave shoved inside only to forget they even existed, and
everything was covered with a layer of dirt that kept tickling John’s nose,
making it hard for him not to sneeze.
Still, he tried to keep silent –Dave was bound to come back soon, and he
couldn’t ruin this chance.
Thirty minutes later, John was starting to get bored; Dave didn’t have
afternoon clubs for the day, and it was the weekend, so he had to get home at
some point.
Besides, he’d told Dave he would be on pesterchum at four to show him
something, so Dave would have a reason to be on his computer…
And yet it was already fifteen minutes past four, and Dave was nowhere to be
found.
The house was empty, save for John, because Bro had left already to do whatever
Bro did on weekends, and the wait was kind of making John think twice about the
prank as a whole.
Dave should have been there, ready to spend the afternoon chatting with John,
not… not somewhere else not in his room. Even if John wasn’t really at his
house, he had still made it clear he wanted to talk.
Stupid coolkid –was he having fun with someone?
He wasn’t supposed to find other people to hang around with.
Gnawing his lower lip with his front teeth, John curled up on a pile of clothes
and pouted, hand hesitantly reaching for the door of the cupboard…
The front door was slammed open.
John backpedalled instantly, back slamming against the back of the cupboard,
heart thumping in his chest; he could feel noises coming from outside the
bedroom, and suddenly anticipation pooled into his stomach.
He was going to do this. He was going to turn the tables and finally get his
revenge for all the times Dave had been able to avoid his pranks.
Dave Strider was going to get prank’d.
John brushed his hands against the disguise he was wearing, wanting things to
be perfect, and slid towards the doors of the closet, pushing them slightly
open –not enough for Dave to see him if he got into the room, but enough to
offer him a view of the bed and door, so that he would know when his friend had
his back turned and would be most vulnerable.
He waited, fingers tingling in excitement, then frowned when he heard a loud
voice echo through the apartment; Dave wasn’t loud when he was alone, and the
voice actually sounded more like Karkat’s rather than…
What was Karkat doing in Dave’s house?
The two weren’t really friends, or at least not good enough to spend time
together –John knew that well since he always had to mediate whenever the three
of them tried to spend some time together watching awesome movies– so there was
no actual explanation, unless…
Unless they were planning something against John.
It could be.
But no, Dave thought himself too cool for pranks, and Karkat didn’t really have
what it took to prank someone, so no, that couldn’t be it.
John had no idea what was going on.
Shifting a bit, he waited for the voices to come close, then frowned; would
Dave even bring Karkat to his room? If he didn’t, John couldn’t do his prank at
all! But if he did, then it would be amazing –a x2 prank combo… Gods, John
couldn’t even calculate how much his Prankster’s Gambit would go up thanks to
that!
Eyes almost literally gleaming at the prospect of filling up his meter and
stepping up the Echeladder of Pranks, John took a deep breath and waited.
The voices were muffled by the closed door, but he could hear Karkat anyway.
The guy knew how to scream himself hoarse.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you douchebag? That’s my DVD! Get
your filthy hands away from it!”
John felt a pang of disappointment; his two best friends had decided to watch
movies without inviting him? That was–
“Shut it Vantas, we ain’t gonna watch this shit anyway so shove it”.
There was a loud sound resembling Karkat choking on his own spit, which was
pretty normal –Dave had that effect on him.
“I don’t even know why I’m putting up with you in the first place,” Karkat
grumbled.
They sounded closer to the bedroom, and John repressed the urge to crack his
knuckles, not wanting to make any noise.
“Because I’m one hell of a hot guy,” Dave replied without missing a beat.
Karkat snorted.
By the sounds, they had stopped right in front of the bedroom, and John
silently urged them to get inside.
“Yes Strider, your body heat is the thing that keeps me coming here all the
time,” he commented.
“Vantas, you’re an ass”.
“No more than you are, Strider, always spouting nonsense like it’s the newest
‘in’ thing”.
“What, didn’t you get the memo Karkles, bullshit’s the new fashion statement of
the century, and I’m the one who’s going to impart it on the crowds of
expectant shippers around the world, offering sparkles of light right and left,
watching those big, enthusiastic eyes undressing me right then and there–”
“Oh, shut the fuck up”.
Something heavy was slammed against the door, and John, despite himself, was
startled enough to make a soft sound of shock, but thankfully he managed to
muffle it with both hands.
Karkat had probably smashed Dave against the door to shut him up, but it was
weird because… well, Dave was actually silent.
He never did it, not even when he and Karkat started fighting on John’s carpet.
With a trickle of worry, John wondered if Karkat was finally planning to kill
Dave and hide the body.
Then he would be the only one who could identify the culprit and bring Karkat
to justice!
But that wouldn’t be nice, Karkat was his friend… and so was Dave.
He didn’t want Dave to die and Karkat to go to prison!
Maybe he could just prevent Karkat from killing Dave by popping out to stop
them…
“Shit… we should move this somewhere else,” Dave’s voice sounded strained, even
breathless despite coming from the other side of a door, and John swallowed,
having never heard Dave sound like that.
What was going on? Was Karkat strangling him? why was Dave ok with that? Were
they going to fight?
The door was slammed open, and John recoiled as Dave and Karkat stumbled into
the bedroom, tangled together in a deathly fight, Dave’s hands on Karkat’s
shoulders, Karkat’s arms wrapped around the other’s waist, probably to get a
better grip on him since he was shorter than the blond teen…
John let out a small hiss, ready to jump out of the cupboard, fuck the prank,
then stopped when Dave toppled over on the bed, dragging Karkat down with him
and–
They were kissing.
Lips mashed together at a weird angle, teeth and tongue –Karkat and Dave were
kissing.
Each other.
John froze. His brain literally broke that instant as he watched with wide eyes
his two best friends getting their mack on right in front of him.
Karkat growled into the kiss, eyes wide and a small smirk on his face, and
wriggled a bit on top of Dave, until his legs were on both sides of the other
teen’s leg, hands trailing up his sides teasingly, resting on Dave’s chest.
Dave didn’t seem to mind the position, lips moving together with Karkat’s ones,
clearly enjoying the kissing.
John didn’t know what to think.
He had been expecting… fights. And claws slashing against skin, and biting and
nailing and kicking…
Not this.
When had that happened? Why didn’t they tell him?! Why didn’t Dave tell him?!
On the bed, Karkat moved away from Dave, lips parting briefly as he glanced
down at the other with a satisfied smirk. “Well, my way to shut you up for good
seems to be working quite fine,” he gloated.
Dave’s lips turned into a thin line, then he huffed out. “Yes, Vantas, like the
point is to make me stop ranting and not just for you to enjoy getting this
close contact with the Strider…”
Karkat punched him slightly in the shoulder. “You’re a complete idiot, Strider.
Now shut up and let’s have some more sloppy makeouts”.
“Hmmm, I have to say I don’tmmmph–” without allowing him enough time to come up
with a scathing reply, Karkat leaned down again for another kiss.
Dave’s hands moved from Karkat’s shoulder to his back, massaging his spine and
chuckling into the kiss when Karkat exploded in a cacophony of low clicks and
purrs, clearly enjoying the touches; in retaliation, one of Karkat’s hands
slipped past Dave’s shirt, caressing the skin of his sides and making Dave arch
his back against him.
John was unable to look away.
His mouth was completely dry, and his thoughts were scattered everywhere at
once, unable to focus on something.
He found himself noticing the stupidest things –like how his own breathing had
turned shallow and uneven, and how suddenly the closet felt constricting and
stuffy around him. Or the glimpse of Dave’s skin he caught when Karkat’s hand
pushed up his shirt, rubbing insistently at a spot not too far from where his
leg joined his hip that made Dave shudder and falter in his own motions.
Dave’s hands stilled on Karkat’s back, where they had been scratching and
kneading his muscles, and moved lower, tracing the troll’s lower back and then
grabbing his ass for a good grope, tugging him closer.
Karkat gasped into the kiss as Dave arched up against him again, their bodies
grinding together, gaining an uneven, faltering rhythm as their lips clashed
together again, kissing and nibbling and sucking.
“Fuck, ok… just… hnnn…” Dave wriggled a bit, trying to get away from Karkat,
but the troll didn’t allow him to, keeping him pinned down on the bed. “Karkat,
get off, I need–”
“–to shut the fuck up. I’m definitely going to get off, but not the way you
massive douchebag want. Or maybe yes. Not the point. The point is, you groped
me all the way back here, teased the fuck out of me with your stupid raps and
embarrassing lewd words, and now it’s my turn”.
Dave shivered, lips parted to say something more, but Karkat was too fast –he
grabbed his shades and flung them aside.
John gasped out loud when he saw them fly towards him, and made a sound when
they hit the side of the door of the cupboard before falling onto the floor.
Dave gasped and shifted to stare at the shades, crestfallen, and John found
himself staring at his eyes without anything to cover them up.
He’d seen Dave’s eyes already –only once or twice, but Dave had trusted him
with the knowledge of his unusual colouring, and John valued that trust a lot–
but he’d never seen them in such a situation, wide and so bright it almost
hurt.
The sight made something weird tingle in his stomach, something he wasn’t quite
sure he wanted to think about.
“What the fuck, dude, those are a gift from John, you better treat them right!”
Dave looked genuinely angry, and John felt a wave of warmth fill him. he’d
given the shades to Dave mostly as a joke, even though he’d spent a good chunk
of money for them, but to see his friend so attached to them was…
Nice.
“They’re resistant enough, so shut the fuck up now, you’re irritating!”
“Babe, if you want to air your jealously for John maybe we should do that
somewhere else, not while we’re about to–”
“I’m not fucking jealous of that moron!” Karkat jabbed Dave in the shoulder.
“If anything, you should be jealous!”
Dave lifted one eyebrow. “Of what? Of all the dorky time you spend talking
about movies with John? Or maybe I should be jealous of that Juggalo troll you
call your mwharailing?”
“It’s moirail, you fucker, and no, it would be weird if you were jealous of
that, as it’s another quadrant entirely…”
Dave rolled his eyes with a snort. “So you should just admit you’re jealous
because humans don’t conform to your stupid quadranty things and you fear I’ll
go to John and get it on with him behind your back”.
Karkat’s cheeks turned red at the accusation, and in retaliation he leaned down
and bit on Dave’s collarbone.
With a loud yowl of pain, Dave arched his back and tried to push the troll off,
but Karkat didn’t relent, until Dave gave up and started mumbling something too
low for John to hear, despite him shifting a bit closer to the opening of the
cupboard.
Karkat finally moved away, licking his lips, and John was shocked to see a
small trail of blood on Dave’s skin, together with the indents of Karkat’s
teeth in his collarbone.
“You fucker, I won’t be able to wear my favourite shirts now!” Dave winced and
tried to bring one hand to touch the bite, but Karkat didn’t allow him to,
leaning down again, this time to press soft kisses and licks all around the
bite.
Dave signed, slumping down on the bed, shivering when the tongue traced every
single tooth mark, cleaning all the blood.
“You’re a creep,” he mumbled at the troll, who hummed softly and continued
licking, moving slowly from his collarbone and up to his neck.
With a small sound, almost a moan, Dave tilted his head to the side, allowing
Karkat to continue on his path.
“You’re one fucking sensitive bastard,” Karkat murmured, lips brushing against
Dave’s neck, moving up to his ear.
Dave simply shivered, hands returning to Karkat’s ass, kneading it. “Shut up
and put your mouth to work, Vantas, before I get bored and go watch some TV
instead”.
With a snort, Karkat traced the shell of Dave’s ear, enjoying the way the
human’s body trembled under his own, moaning when Dave’s hands moved even
lower, massaging his thighs.
John wriggled a bit inside the closet, not knowing what to do.
His best friend and his other best friend were molesting each other on the bed,
and he couldn’t move –he wouldn’t stand the embarrassment of coming out now,
not after what he’d seen already, but he couldn’t stay inside there anymore!
What if–
What if they got undressed and…
John looked away, eyes wide and cheeks crimson.
He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to be stuck in Dave’s bedroom while
Dave allowed Karkat to touch him. He didn’t want to be present while they
kissed each other.
It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, Karkat wasn’t supposed to be there, either.
Dave should be on his computer, ready to message John, only for John to jump
out of the cupboard in his best prank ever, and then Dave would give him a
noogie and they’d wrestle on the floor, and maybe exchange some bro–hugs, and
then watch a movie together.
Why was Karkat there, why was Dave allowing him to kiss and touch and bite and–
A soft, restrained moan caught John’s attention again, and like a magnet his
eyes were attracted to the bed again, against his will.
While he’d been busy having a small breakdown, Karkat had put his mouth to work
again, tugging Dave’s shirt up to his neck and lavishing his chest with
attention.
Spread on the bed, hands tangled in the sheets, cheeks red and lips pressed
together to avoid making any humiliating, breathy noises, Dave offered one hell
of a sight.
When Karkat’s tongue traced his left nipple, Dave arched his back, a soft curse
leaving his lips.
John’s hands flew to his mouth to restrain a small sound, then he covered his
eyes, feeling woozy.
He steadily ignored the heat pooling between his legs, because there was no way
he was liking the sight of his best bros boning on the bed.
He was not… he didn’t.
Another moan, and the sound was amplified by the narrow space, going straight
through his body and making him unable to deny the truth anymore.
‘It’s just normal, I’m a healthy teenager and they’re doing hot stuff, it’s ok
to… to…’ John swallowed, shaking his head.
Peeking from between his parted fingers, John caught sight of Dave still spread
open, with Karkat lowering himself down to lick at his navel, Dave’s hands
massaging his head and his horns.
This time it was Karkat the one who moaned when Dave’s fingers rubbed the base
of his nubby horns. He stopped, tilting his head upwards, nuzzling into the
other teen’s hands, eyes fluttering close and clicking and purring in approval.
Dave chuckled breathlessly, clearly happy to have an edge on the troll, and
continued his slow, teasing massage, watching Karkat writhe on top of him.
John pouted, a bit frustrated, eyes focusing on Dave, on his dazed, heated
expression, and felt his insides twist again.
He wanted… he wanted…
Karkat let out a soft growl, pushing Dave’s fingers away from his horns enough
to return to what he’d been doing, tongue flicking out to lick at the waistband
of Dave’s pants.
Instantly Dave’s attention was focused on him, body almost tense, and Karkat
slowly pushed his pants down, inch by inch, gaze meeting Dave’s own.
John swallowed, eyes wide and his attention once again focused sharply on what
Karkat was doing, glancing every few seconds from those pants moving lower to
Dave’s face. He looked entirely breath-taking.
He wanted to see what other faces he could make, and there was a longing inside
his chest that he didn’t want to explain.
He was ashamed of his feelings –ashamed of being stuck in a closet, watching
his friends getting it on like a voyeur, all because he decided to do a stupid
prank, ashamed of the longing he felt, but…
What if he’d really been on the other end of the computer, waiting endlessly
for Dave to come online?
Was this what he’d been doing whenever he was late for one of his planned
pesterchum meet-ups with John?
John had the sudden flash of Dave spread on the bed, much like he was now,
touched and groped and kissed by Karkat while John was on the other end of the
line, waiting for him, and felt another wave of anger flood him.
But no, it couldn’t be like this, Dave wasn’t always late.
If John hadn’t been there now, he would have missed this, he wouldn’t have seen
Dave like that, finding out his secret and seeing him so open and wanton, and…
Fuck.
John’s hand lowered to the front of his pants, almost wanting to push whatever
reaction he was feeling there away, but the mere brush of his hand against his
clothed erection sent tingles of pleasure down his back, so he hastily removed
his fingers.
He had no intention to touch himself because of that. Inside his friend’s
cupboard.
Like a pervert.
Gods, why was it so–
“Would you just hurry up,” Dave grunted out, shifting his legs to aid Karkat’s
actions.
“You’re awfully bossy for someone who’s going to bottom today,” Karkat grunted,
pushing Dave’s foot away and finally removing his pants, throwing them on the
floor at the bed’s side.
“What? No, fuck you Vantas, it’s your turn now,” Dave once again tried to
wriggle away from Karkat, but the troll’s grip on his hips was steely. “I’m not
going to take that without a fi–”
Karkat leaned down, surprising Dave and nuzzling his clothed arousal, making
him choke on his words.
“Karkat, don’t–”
With a shit-eating grin, Karkat opened his mouth and made a show to lick Dave’s
strained cock through his boxers. Dave groaned and his head fell back on the
mattress, moaning out loud without restraints as Karkat’s hands returned to
their kneading his sides.
John swallowed in shock. He hadn’t expected Karkat to be so forwards, or
daring, but the familiar way they moved, their banter, it was clear this wasn’t
their first time.
Once again, he felt a mix of unsettling emotions punching him in the guts, but
strongest of them all was a wave of heat.
He couldn’t stop staring anymore. He didn’t want to keep on watching, but at
the same time, he couldn’t look away. Dave’s face, flushed and open, and
Karkat’s sounds, the way he looked at ease and relaxed, the way they moved
together…
The sight was arousing, and it wasn’t just because it was sex.
It wasn’t just sex, and John, as mortified and ashamed of himself as he was,
knew that.
And still wanted more.
Dave was now almost naked, with only his boxers on –silly ironic My Little Pony
boxers, too. If it had been any other situation, John would have pointed and
laughed. But now, they looked terribly lewd.
This was his best friend there, almost naked, and John wanted to see more of
him. Naked skin and his frame writhing against the bed sheets, moaning, things
he’d never even thought about until now, things John had never thought he would
find sexy when coming from Dave, and now they punched him in the guts.
Everything Dave was just unbearably hot.
He couldn’t move, didn’t want to move, he just wanted to keep on staring. He
would feel ashamed later, away from Dave’s room, away from the cloud of heat
that was enveloping him, away from Dave’s moans and groans and Karkat’s clicks
and purrs, where he could chastise himself for perving on them, but…
But now he wanted to stay and look. It was forbidden, wrong and enticing all
the same, and he was trapped.
Coupled with the heat and the lust surrounding him, John could barely form
coherent thoughts, already overly stimulated.
His eyes fluttered close, but he forced them open again when he realised his
hands had dropped to his thighs again, and were rubbing closer and closer to
his groin.
Embarrassed at his lack of control, he crossed his arms on his chest and leaned
forwards a bit, returning his full attention to the two on the bed.
Karkat was still lavishing Dave’s erection with attentions, the cloth of his
underwear now wet and sticky, and Dave’s frame was tense and strained, legs
twitching and hands scraping for purchase on the covers of the bed.
He seemed unable to stand still, writhing and shifting and moving, lips parted
to gasp and moan, Karkat’s name tumbling out like a breathy prayer as he asked
for more.
Karkat was clearly as affected as John felt, because while he continued licking
and sucking, one of his hands slid down his own body, rubbing between his legs
in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
Somehow Dave noticed it, because he insistently pushed on Karkat’s head, using
his horns to make Karkat falter long enough for him to sit up.
John stared at Dave’s body, sweaty and flushed red, and wondered why he’d never
found Dave hot before, when now everything he could think about was that he
wouldn’t mind running his tongue down that chest.
The thought made him feel even more ashamed, but sent heat rushing down to his
cock, making it twitch.
“Let’s get you… out of those clothes, baby,” sounding breathless, heated gaze
meeting Karkat’s own, Dave pushed the troll down and grabbed at his jeans,
shoving them down in record time.
Karkat watched him with a smirk, observing the way Dave’s hands were trembling
with urgency, the way he was panting and shivering, but squeaked when Dave
grabbed his boxers and tugged them away, too, not bothering with teasing him as
Karkat had done with Dave himself.
“My turn to taste, Karkles” with a smirk, Dave grabbed Karkat’s knees. “I’m
going to go at it like a pro throwing a ball down the diamond field to get a
touchdown”.
Karkat snorted at the butchering of sport metaphors but didn’t say anything,
while John took a moment to roll his eyes at Dave’s utter failure to understand
sports.
Done with talking, Dave pushed Karkat’s legs apart and curved his neck to
nuzzle at the now exposed bone and nook folds.
John recoiled slightly at the sight, his libido suddenly coming to a halt; he’d
never seen a naked troll before, even though he’d followed sex class and knew
what everything was called and how it had to look. But while it was easy to
know what Dave packed inside his own boxers –it was similar to what John had,
obviously– he’d never had any hands-on example on troll junk.
He tilted his head to the side, staring at the opening between Karkat’s legs,
feeling utterly embarrassed but also vaguely intrigued.
He couldn’t really see much from this new angle, though, but then Dave opened
his mouth, tongue darting out to lick and lap between Karkat’s legs, and
suddenly John didn’t care anymore about what Karkat looked like down there.
Eyes glued to Dave’s tongue, eyes growing wider with every sweep and teasing
lick, John had to bring both hands to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles,
to prevent loud, traitorous moans from coming out.
Karkat had no such qualms, though, groans mixed with cursing and loud clicking
noises coming from him as he trashed under Dave’s tongue, flush covering his
cheeks and down his neck, turning his skin into a weird mix of grey and red.
John’s own blush rivalled Karkat’s at the sight of Dave’s lips covered with
red, at how pleased he looked, and for a moment imagined his friend kneeling in
front of him, reserving the same treatment to him, and felt faint with lust.
Slowly, something started wiggling in front of Dave’s face, and John’s eyes
widened at the sight of the troll equivalent of a human cock as it slid out
from the bone.
It moved.
It was slithering out from Karkat, and Dave opened his mouth even more,
allowing the moving bulge to slip past his lips, lapping at it and sucking at
its tip.
The contact sent Karkat into another loud frenzy, hands nailing at Dave’s
covers, ripping them.
Dave paused his ministrations, pulling back with an affronted look.
“Fuck, Karkat, those were the third pair of sheets you ripped! I am not made of
money!”
Karkat, suddenly deprived of that hot mouth working on him, lifted his head,
panting and moaning, and glared at Dave. “Get the fuck back down, you sack of
idiotic nooklicker, or I swear–”
“Now who’s the demanding one, Karkat?” with a chuckle, licking his lips, Dave
moved down again.
“On a second note, no, fuck you, let’s not lose sight of that final prize,”
Karkat pushed him away, and Dave grunted in displeasure. “I’m going to pound
into you until you can’t fucking walk for a week, Strider. Even if your mouth
is amazing on my bulge and nook, I’d prefer it to moan my name like a fucking
chant to your Gods”.
Dave shuddered, gaze hazy and unfocused, and Karkat moved closer, pushing him
down again and tugging the drawer open on the side of the bed.
“It’s inconvenient how goddamn dry you humans are, it would be far quicker if
you had natural lubrication, like we do,” he muttered, removing a tube of lube
from the drawer and popping it open.
“We could still do this the other way–”
“Not a chance in hell. Now get out of those boxers before I rip them off”.
“Yes, boss,” Dave snorted, rolling his eyes.
He hoisted himself up on his knees, hands teasingly pulling at the boxers’
elastic, tugging on it slowly, smirking when Karkat growled at him, already
covering his fingers with lube.
“Don’t waste time, I’m not a patient troll Strider,” Karkat growled, his throat
producing a series of low clicks.
John swallowed, almost painfully aroused, as Dave smirked, lips curling up,
issuing a challenge.
His body was lean and smooth and toned –aside for a red spot where Karkat had
bitten him– with only a few scars here and there, reminders of his strifes with
Bro, and Dave arched his back slowly, stretching himself as much as he could
while brushing his fingers down his chest, ignoring his boxers; he touched
himself with the obvious purpose to tease, tongue darting out of his mouth to
lick at his own lips, small teasing groans coming out as his fingers lingered
on his nipples, then lower.
They finally reached the waistband of his boxers, barely slipping past their
hem, pushing it down inch by inch then stopping, resurfacing and moving past,
to caress his inner thighs.
John swallowed, head spinning, and this time he didn’t fight his own hand going
lower to touch himself, the contact of his hand with his clothed, achingly hard
erection sending sparkles of pleasure down his back.
Dave was offering a show, and he knew the focus was entirely on him. Both John
and Karkat’s gazes were glued on him, on his hands, on his twitching muscles,
and the more he teased them –no, he was teasing only Karkat, but John was
there, and it felt like he was so close, too, close enough that if he reached
forwards he could touch Dave’s skin, trace his fingers down his chest and past
his boxers, touching him, making him moan and arch, and it wouldn’t be Karkat
pleasuring him, it would be John…
“You’re a fucking tease,” Karkat grunted, voice thick and laced with lust, and
John’s fantasy burst like a soap bubble.
“Not my fault your hankerin’ for my spam porpoise doesn’t let you enjoy the
show,” Dave replied, throwing his head back and exposing his neck while he
pressed one finger against his prominent erection through his boxers.
John watched with half-lidded eyes as Karkat attacked Dave again, pushing him
down on the mattress roughly, dragging his boxers down to his ankles and
finally revealing his cock, flushed and hard and lewdly jutting out.
Dave chuckled breathlessly, smirking at Karkat, not saying a word when the
troll grabbed both his wrists in one hand and forced Dave’s arms above his
head, burying his face in the human’s neck and tracing a path down his stomach
with his lubricated fingers.
The fingers traced lazy patters around Dave’s navel, bypassing his erection and
moving lower, grazing his balls, making him exhale sharply, thighs parting on
their own accord.
“Fuck… Karkat…” Dave shivered, feeling the hand tease lower, finally reaching
his tight ring of muscles and poking inside.
Karkat remained concentrated on his actions, tongue licking and sucking on all
the available skin he had in front of him, nibbling on the spot neck met with
shoulder, feeling Dave arch his back under him, his muscles tense and flush.
One finger slid in, and Karkat winced slightly when despite the amount of lube,
it still felt dry. He pushed out, feeling the vibration of Dave’s groan against
his face and chest, blindly squirted more lube on his finger, and tried again.
He probed inside gently, and this time he felt less resistance, even though
Dave’s inner muscles were still clenched and tight around him.
From the closet, John found himself with a splendid view of Dave’s parted legs,
of his cock jutting out in the air, of Karkat’s finger nudging inside,
retreating, then pushing inside again–
It should have been disgusting, or at least offsetting, but…
John moaned softly, hand rubbing insistently at his pants, slipping past the
waistband when that wasn’t enough, glad that Dave’s own moans were covering up
his own slipup.
He closed his eyes for a second, picturing himself in Karkat’s position,
pushing inside what was probably a tight heat, thrusting himself against Dave,
kissing him, and had to stop rubbing, afraid he would come with just that much
stimulation, embarrassed with himself.
Panting, afraid the other two teens would hear his loud heartbeats and the
sounds he made, John forced his hands back out of his pants, fingers clenching
and unclenching on the pile of clothes he was sitting on.
He couldn’t–
He wanted out, he wanted to shove Karkat away, he wanted to claim the spot on
top of Dave, cradle him in his arms, slip his fingers inside to tease him,
breathe heated promises in his ears and mark his neck…
His eyes fluttered close again despite himself, and John pushed himself flush
against the back of the closet, tilting his head back and taking deep, shuddery
breaths.
His cock was painfully swollen, pressing against the front of his pants, and he
wriggled a bit, refusing to touch himself but gaining some relief by the soft
friction.
He couldn’t resist like that, he needed… he wanted…
“Karkat… aaah…”
John looked up again, eyes wide, to the sight of Dave’s thighs straining to
keep apart, Karkat’s fingers, now three, pushing and stretching his inner
muscles, retreating only to push inside again, pace slow but steady despite the
way Karkat himself was trembling and breathing hard.
From his spot John couldn’t see well, but he caught the glimpse of Karkat’s
bulge wrapped all around Dave’s cock, rubbing and slicking it, red juices
coating them both.
“Ok, fuck… you… fuck it’s enough… ah… shit, ok, why don’t you get those…
fingers out of my… shrine of Ass-itude and… hnnnn… shove your magic bulge up
there, hmm?” Dave fought hard to keep his snark going, but it was obvious he
was failing hard at it.
Karkat pushed his fingers back in, apparently wanting to defy him some more,
and Dave’s head rolled back, a strangled sound leaving his lips.
“Karkat… hnnnng… s-stop…”
The troll sneered, but didn’t seem inclined to listen; John stared as his
weird, reddish bulge squeezed around Dave’s cock, making both of them hiss, and
then his fingers continued their lazy, slow movements.
They pushed inside, inch by inch, spread wide and brushing against as much skin
and muscles as possible, and Dave let out a choked moan that sounded more like
a sob, tense and trying to push his legs close, but failing due to Karkat on
top of him.
“Nononono… no… Karkat…” there was a desperate quality in Dave’s moans, the way
he writhed, trying to get his wrists free from Karkat’s grip, but he didn’t
seem to have the energy to do so.
The fingers continued their ruthless teasing, his bulge tightening its hold of
Dave’s arousal, rubbing and teasing the slit.
Dave’s words dissolved into senseless moans and groans, pushing his hips down
to meet Karkat’s fingers, trying to make the troll go faster, then retreating,
fighting against the onslaught of pleasure going through him.
Karkat was breathing hard, cheeks flushed and attention completely caught by
the way Dave moved, and his fingers were trembling slightly as they continued
moving, but he didn’t seem to want to stop.
John’s hand reached for his zipper, opening his pants and palming his aching
erection through his boxers already wet with precum.
It was clear Karkat was teasing Dave, not giving him what he wanted, and once
again his eyes fluttered close, simply listening to Dave’s sounds and picturing
himself in Karkat’s position.
How sweet it would be to tease Dave to the edge of orgasm, watch him cry and
whimper for him, to be filled…
“Ah… Karkat… shit… hnnnn… I s–swear I’ll–”
Karkat shushed him again, fingers pushing deeper inside and then stilling, and
Dave let out a louder sob, back arching and his nails scraping at Karkat’s
hand, trying to get free.
“Karkat… f–fuck… me… c’mon…”
“Not yet, Strider, not after all that teasing you had me suffer through, not
after listening to the ten different ways you wanted to fuck me during the bus
ride, not after watching you undress… you want it, then you have to beg for
it”.
His bulge unhooked from Dave’s cock, slipping lower, leaving behind a red
trail, and twirled between his balls, and Dave sobbed again, breath erratic.
“F–fu… hnnn…” the bulge moved lower, joining Karkat’s hand, but making no move
to slip in.
“Please, fuck, Karkat, asshole– ah… I’m fucking begging, fuck me!”
John almost came at that, shuddering and hastily pushing his boxers down, moans
muffled by his own mouth.
The reality of what was happening hit him then –he couldn’t continue down that
path, not while hiding in Dave’s bedroom, but there was no way he could have
enough strength not to come, not after all of this, not with what knew was to
come…
If he got dirty clothes, though, he wouldn’t be able to go out, and…
Thoughts jumbled in lust, John removed his hand from his cock, almost whining
at the loss, and took some gulps of air, trying valiantly to be quiet.
He reached blindly do the side, in the pile of shit Dave had shoved into the
closet, searching for something, and his fingers felt a smooth and soft
texture.
He tugged at it and unravelled one of Dave’s old shirts –a red and white one
very much similar to his favourite shirt, but with a full record on it instead
of a broken one– and with a small moan of relief, he wrapped it around his
aching cock.
The rough texture was almost painful against him, but also pleasurable, and it
was Dave’s shirt –one he’d worn more than once…
John’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he massaged the length of his
cock, slowly, painfully close but not wanting everything to finish yet –not
when Dave was still there, not when he still had to see him come…
He forced himself to move from his slumped over position, and caught Karkat as
he was pushing himself inside Dave.
His red bulge was writhing and wriggling in, and Dave had both arms wrapped
around Karkat’s shoulders, holding onto him like a lifeline as the troll
continued pushing himself inside.
Dave moaned and whimpered as he got slowly filled, lips swollen and red parting
over and over to let out delicious sounds, while Karkat groaned and hissed
against his collarbone, thighs trembling in strain.
John expected them to move instantly, return to the frenzied, frantic thrusting
from before, but no –Karkat remained motionless, buried to the hilt inside
Dave, whose moans had turned into heavy pants.
“Y–you ok?” Karkat’s voice was breathy and shallow, but the affection in his
tone made Dave’s eyes flutter open again, hazy with lust.
“I… I’m going to… oh, shit… ah… fuck you so hard… w–when it’s my turn… Vantas…”
Dave didn’t seem angry, but he smirked weakly when Karkat shuddered at the
promise.
“I’ll hold you… to that, fucker,” the troll replied.
Then, as in contrast with the harsh, lewd words, he leaned down, placing a
soft, close-mouthed kiss on Dave’s lips.
John wasn’t sure why they had stopped, and his cock was twitching, demanding
attention, but he couldn’t look away. There was something deeper and softer,
something that made John feel like he’d intruded in something private –well
duh– and that made him crave for more.
Karkat continued placing small kisses on Dave’s mouth, then on his eyelids,
receiving a disgruntled curse for that, then back down, nuzzling Dave’s neck
and lapping at the bites and scratches he’d left there.
Dave breathed deeply, swallowing once, then twice, his grip on the troll’s
shoulders relaxing slightly. He shivered a bit and hesitantly unclenched the
muscles of his knees, stretching his legs and carefully wrapping them around
Karkat’s lower back.
“I’m fine, you big bad troll,” he finally murmured, voice somewhat steadier.
“You can get to the pounding now, no holding back, conquer that ass and mark it
yours and we’ll build a–”
Karkat didn’t move, but all of sudden, Dave was arching his back towards him,
words dissolving into a loud, breathless wail.
John’s cock hardened even more, something he thought impossible, and he
scrambled to get a better look, trembling hand pressing on the edge of the door
and pushing it open one more inch.
The troll wasn’t pounding Dave like a human –like John– would have done; his
hips were only rotating slightly, but it seemed to be enough to send Dave wild.
Karkat pushed himself away a bit, hoisting himself up on his arms and watching
as Dave’s grip on his shoulders turned lax and the human fell back on the bed,
flushed and spread and moaning like the world depended on it.
Dave writhed, fingers entangling in the sheets again now that he couldn’t cling
to Karkat anymore, biting his lips to stifle his gasps but failing miserably.
John had never really thought of what Dave would look when having sex, other
than maybe thinking he would be his usual cool, silent self, composed with his
usual poker face… he was glad to be proven wrong.
He was loud.
Loud and appreciative, and it seemed to be driving Karkat crazy just as much as
John himself.
Leaning down again, not towards his mouth but to attack his neck again, Karkat
tugged one of Dave’s hands into his own, fingers intertwining while he held
Dave’s side with his other hand, massaging the skin and grazing it with his
claws.
Dave let out another moan, lips stretched into a pleased, euphoric smile, and
tugged Karkat’s face up to mash their lips together in a messy, sloppy kiss.
Tongues meeting and lapping at each other, both troll and human moaned, Dave
rubbing himself wildly against Karkat, who finally broke his slow pace to
actually push more into him.
John moaned, too, into his hand, while he rubbed himself faster with his other,
breathing in the scent of heat, salty sweat and sex filling his nostrils.
He’d never felt this hard and riled up ever before –not when he’d experimented
late at night, stifling his gasps as he thought of faceless girls pliant and
smooth and smiling, not when he’d downloaded or streamed a few porn movies from
the net whenever his dad wasn’t in the house.
It was scorching hot and pleasant, tingling from the tip of his leaking cock to
his fingers, burning into his belly, leaking pleasure into him until he could
barely think anything coherent.
“Karkat… ah… fuck…”
John’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused and heavy, to the sight of Karkat’s hand
clenched around the base of Dave’s cock, thumb massaging the spot where it
connected to his balls, slipping between them, rubbing the heated skin, coaxing
Dave, squeezing him–
Dave’s eyes widened as Karkat seemed to push himself even closer, shoving Dave
down on the mattress, his bulge writhing inside him, pressing deeper, teasing
and rubbing, and his hand moved on Dave’s cock, and Dave moaned out loud, a
string of helpless cries as he rode the wave higher and higher–
John’s hand unconsciously moved faster, legs parting and bumping against the
sides of the cupboard, mouth open, gasping and stifling his groans, Dave’s
shirt clenched around his cock, sticky and rough and hot…
“Karkat–”
With a sobbing cry, Dave convulsed and clutched at Karkat’s body, cock
twitching in Karkat’s grip, and Karkat himself let out a choked curse,
shivering together with the human.
Dave toppled over messily, riding his orgasm with Karkat’s bulge stroking his
insides, coaxing all his senses into a wild mass of pleasure; the troll kissed
his bared neck, nibbling at it, sucking on its skin to turn it even redder.
John couldn’t hold it anymore –his hand pumping the shirt around his cock,
fingers lodged between his lips and teeth, muffling his loud sounds of
pleasure, John came hard, orgasm crashing through him and rendering him
breathless.
His legs slipped and kicked the side of the closet, but lost in the throes of
his orgasm, John didn’t even notice the door had slipped open a few more
inches, exposing him.
Luckily for him, neither did Dave and Karkat.
Dave slumped on the bed, panting hard and twitching, Karkat still shivering on
top of him, flushed but composed, eyes wide to take in the sight of Dave coming
undone under his ministrations.
Lowering himself on Dave’s body again, still nested inside him, one hand
massaging his cock, pleased to feel it as hard as before, Karkat’s tongue
darted out to lick a trail of sweat from Dave’s neck, enjoying the small
tremors racking through the human’s frame.
Both were breathing hard, caught in each other’s closeness, with Dave lost to
pleasure and Karkat admiring him with a small smirk.
Back in the cupboard, John finally came down from his orgasm. It had felt
fucking fantastic, and his body was still tingling and lethargic because of it,
ears buzzing and heart racing in his chest.
He felt like he’d been running the marathon, exhausted but so very satisfied,
and the pleasure still curling inside him made him smile and shiver.
Then, he realised there was more light inside his hiding space than it should
be, and almost squealed out loud, letting go of Dave’s shirt to grab the edge
of the door and drag it close again.
Hearth squeezed into his chest, thumping loudly for another reason now, John
choked on his own loud breathing, hands still shaking because of the
aftershocks of pleasure, and waited to see if his friends had caught him.
By the soft, throaty moans coming from the bed, John decided that he was still
safe.
Feeling a tinge of shame for his actions now that he was abruptly brought back
to reality from his high, John felt himself blush again as he stared at the
soiled shirt still half-wrapped around his softening cock.
He’d just jerked off into one of Dave’s shirts, while hiding inside his best
friend’s closet watching said best friend having hot, steamy sex with John’s
other friend.
For a moment, John wished the floor of the cupboard would open so that earth
could swallow him, but as that didn’t happen, he simply slumped against the
back, and closed his eyes.
It had felt so good –he’d never had such a strong, pleasant orgasm ever before,
but the fact that he’d gotten off on his best friend… his male best friend…
It made his head hurt.
John didn’t like Dave like that. Or at least, he hadn’t ever thought about it
before. Nor about any other guy.
The one time a male had confessed to him, it had sent him into a frenzy of
shock and spluttering embarrassment, where he’d stated, loudly and squeaky,
that he was not a homosexual.
That person was actually the same troll now boning his best friend.
How was that for irony? Dave would have a field day laughing at John if he
wasn’t involved in the whole situation himself.
And now John was sitting in there with a soiled shirt, and wondered what it
would mean for his friendship with Dave –who had no idea John had just tugged
it watching him having sex.
It would be embarrassing, and he wasn’t even sure if he could look at his
friend in the face anymore after that, and…
And how could he deny the strong desire he’d felt for Dave? He was thinking
with a clearer mind now, without his brain clouded by lust, and…
He looked down at the red and white shirt. A flash of Dave’s red eyes burned
through his brain, and his cock, unmindful of having just had the best fapping
session in the history of ever, twitched in appreciation.
No, he couldn’t deny it. Now that the possibility had opened to him, John found
himself dizzy with what that meant.
Was it just because he’d seen Dave in the throes of passion? Was it just
because he was extremely hot, spread and wanton and snarky and Dave?
John had never entertained thoughts of that sort before, not for him, and he
didn’t know what that meant.
Having Dave closer than just being his best friend, spending the same amount of
time together, but with the addition of holding his hand, kissing him, dragging
moans out of him, hands groping at each other’s bodies…
Fuck.
He couldn’t think about that in Dave’s cupboard. It wasn’t right, especially
not with what had just taken place right outside…
John, finally coherent enough to actually realise he was still coped up inside
a small space, peered outside, wanting to know what was going on in the
bedroom.
And the flush that had finally started to disappear from his cheeks returned
tenfold.
Karkat hadn’t moved from his spot on top of Dave, still with his wiggling bulge
inside of him, but was kissing him deeply, both hands holding Dave’s face in
place, and muffling all the small sounds Dave was making.
Mind cleared of lust, John stared wide-eyed at Dave’s cock, red and swollen and
still hard, brushing against Karkat’s stomach.
Dave’s hands were clawing at Karkat’s sides, nails digging into the thick skin
of the troll’s sides, and Karkat’s muscles were twitching, clearly enjoying the
motion.
Everything of Dave spoke of restrained desperation, from the way he tried to
arch his back but couldn’t with Karkat’s heavy frame on top of his own, to his
legs spread open and pushing and kicking at the sheets, muscles tense and sweat
rolling down every inch of his skin.
John felt a rush of heat and lust fill him again at the sight, even if he
didn’t get what was happening at first… until Karkat’s hips jutted forwards
slightly, and he realised that the troll’s bulge was still nudging inside Dave,
probably at a slower, agonizingly calm pace.
It was clear that despite coming already once Dave was still hard, and Karkat
was teasing him mercilessly, covering with his lips every sound that threatened
to leave Dave’s lips.
Dave clung at him, nailed his back, his sides, tried to free his mouth from the
kiss, gasping and moaning and wriggling, but Karkat wasn’t moving a single
inch, torturing him with a slow building, constant onslaught of pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Karkat pushed himself away from Dave’s
mouth, and instantly Dave threw his head back and moaned, the sound more like a
choked sob.
“K–Karkat… hnnn…”
John couldn’t believe his own body; he had jerked himself off to one of the
best orgasms he’d ever had, and now his lower regions were standing back up
again, hoping for a repeat, sensitive and aching but aroused despite that.
He couldn’t stop himself from reacting the way he did, because Dave, all of
him, sent fire through his veins that he didn’t know how to stop.
Karkat shifted a bit, holding Dave still and then shuffling both of them to the
side of the bed, rolling over a bit until they were side by side, with him
still sheathed inside. Then, with a twist of his hips, he flipped Dave on top
of him.
Dave’s hands clawed at his chest, making Karkat hiss in a mix of pleasure and
pain, and he stared up at his lover with a small, hungry smirk.
“Hey, Strider, no more cool words?”
Dave blinked and swayed a bit as he pushed himself into a sitting position on
top of Karkat, grunting when the new position pushed the bulge deeper inside
him.
“I’m going to… make you pay for that, Karkat…” Dave threw his head back, and
John gulped down another wave of lust.
If he’d thought Dave to be hot when spread on the bed sheets, writhing and
cursing, he had to think twice, as he was far hotter now, body tense and naked
and trembling, sitting on a pleased Karkat with a bulge up his ass.
Karkat seemed to be fighting with himself, sweat droplets rolling down his
chin, and Dave adjusted himself on top of him, shoulders slumped in fatigue.
“Come on, Strider… show me how you humans ride,” it was supposed to be a jest,
but Karkat’s voice was hoarse and punctuated with small growling sounds.
He was aroused, to the point where he was barely holding himself off, and John
wondered for the first time where were the infamous buckets trolls always
seemed to be so fond of.
He had no idea, and truthfully the mental picture of using a bucket during sex
didn’t seem all that appealing, but it was supposed to serve for all their
genetic material, and so far John hadn’t seen any of that…
Unless Karkat had yet to…
John’s eyes widened at the implications, and suddenly felt a bit ashamed of his
own lack of stamina.
Sure, Dave had been the first to come, too, but… that wasn’t exactly a
consolation.
Dave hissed, then started shifting.
It wasn’t like in one of John’s porn movies, where the girl would lift herself
up and then slam down on the waiting erection of whatever guy John never paid
much attention to –Dave didn’t lift himself up at all.
He simply started grinding down on Karkat, hands pressed on the troll’s lower
abs to keep himself up. He seemed slightly frustrated, though, wriggling his
ass in a way John found delectable.
“Karkat… move that fucking bulge right now,” with a groan, Dave parted his legs
some more, as if trying to take more of the troll inside him. “I’m not…
kidding– fuck you Karkat, wiggle it shit it’s filling me but it’s… not… moving…
goddamn you–”
He continued his grinding, but it slowly morphed into something more desperate,
frantic.
Karkat groaned loudly, Dave’s muscles clenching around his bulge, offering his
already overwhelmed senses an even stronger pleasure.
Despite how many times they did it, the human still felt tight and hot and
alien but oh so wonderful, and Karkat drank on it fully.
It was hard to keep his bulge from moving, as it wanted nothing more than bury
itself inside Dave and stroke his prostate mercilessly, but the sight of Dave,
once again desperate and demanding, was something he enjoyed  too.
Karkat didn’t mind being loud in bed as he was loud everywhere else, and it had
the added effect to turn Dave on even more. He arched up against his lover and
groaned, hands coming to rest on Dave’s thighs.
Dave continued his desperate motions on top of him, thrashing around and
pushing down on him, and the louder Karkat became, the wilder Dave moved
against him.
Trolls were slower to reach completion, but the heat was starting to pool
inside Karkat, burning and slowly turning him into a breathless mess; groans
turned into growls and clicking sounds, as he unconsciously switched back to
his Alternian language.
Then Dave lifted himself off a bit, lips open, drool rolling down his chin,
eyes glazed over and unfocused, letting some of Karkat’s bulge slip out of him.
Karkat grunted at the sharp sensation he’d tried to avoid, eyes wide as Dave
let himself fall again, taking Karkat back inside in a sharp, human-like
movement.
The thin thread of control Karkat had on his own body snapped.
His bulge writhed and undulated inside Dave, pushing against his tight, hot
muscles in time with his grinding motions, rubbing deeper and deeper,
stretching and pushing and searching blindly for his prostate again.
Dave cried out, a string of ‘yes’ and inarticulate encouragements, and Karkat
closed his eyes and arched up, pushing as deep as he could go without fear of
hurting Dave.
“Aaah– fuck, yes–”
He could feel Dave’s nails digging into his abs, accentuating the pleasure with
a slight tinge of pain, and then the fingers moved to his sides, where the
scars from his first pupation were all that was left of his grub legs, teasing
the sensitive skin and sending him into an even louder mess.
That made his bulge shiver and push harder, and Dave cried out as well, arching
his back and moving with an even more frantic pace.
They moved together, desperate and demanding, the slow pace gone as they
hurried on, grasping at the pleasure filling them, wanting more–
John threw his head back as his bare hand met with his cock, rubbing at its
length without the mediation of Dave’s shirt to cover it, relishing in the
feeling of skin against his heated erection.
Needy, gasping groans left his lips, uncaring if he was going to be heard but
convinced they wouldn’t –not with how loud and demanding they both were, not
with Karkat’s growls raising in pitch, filling the silence with a rumbling
echo…
“Hnnn…” John bit down on his lower lip enough to feel the taste of blood, and
he swallowed it, thrusting up into his hand, into the tight heat that was
nothing like how it would feel to be inside Dave–
“K–Karkat… I… I…” Dave was unable to keep his voice even, fluctuating between a
high squeal and a throaty moan.
Karkat nodded, scrambling to grab Dave’s hands, tugging him down flush against
his body, desperately clinging at his body, hiding his face in Dave’s neck,
gasping and moaning.
Dave crumbled on top of him, unable to do much but weakly grind against Karkat,
allowing the bulge to do all the moving as he simply curled on top of the
troll, burying his face in his black hair, breathing in and holding onto his
shoulders–
“Ah… ah… fuck yes keep going please don’t stop yesyesyes–”
Karkat nailed Dave’s shoulders, dragging his fingers down and leaving angry,
red trails all over his back, feeling Dave shiver and shudder and hump down on
him, his cock trapped between their bodies, squeezed and pumped dry,
His insides stretched and massaged violently, his prostate rubbed insistently,
with no mercy, harder and harder
John moaned louder, one hand slamming on the side, nailing at the wood of the
cupboard as he arched his hips into his hand, almost sobbing for the tight heat
he couldn’t taste–
“Dave–”
John was the first to come, already worn-out from his previous orgasm, and he
slumped against the pile of stuff at his side, nose buried in something smooth
and soft but not caring about it, too tired to even think.
His body was thrumming with left over pleasure and he rode on it as long as he
could, panting and gasping.
It wasn’t as strong as his first orgasm, but it was still enough to make his
head spin.
Dave came next, loud and hot and burning, with Karkat’s bulge pressing into his
prostate and his name on his lips, gasped out over and over in pleasure. His
orgasm lasted longer than the first, making his body spasm and writhe on top of
Karkat’s.
White streaks covered Karkat’s chest and Dave’s own as he rode on his climax,
overwhelmed and aching.
He cried and sobbed into the troll’s hair, thighs clenched around Karkat’s
hips, wave after wave of pleasure washing through him, until he melted against
his lover, throat raw and voice breaking down into weak moans.
Karkat lifted one hand, grabbing Dave’s ass and kneading it as he pushed
himself deeper, feeling the constricting, burning heat of his inner muscles
clenching around him, coaxing him to give in–
With a loud, trembling growl, Karkat finally toppled over, holding onto Dave’s
spent, trembling body as he allowed his orgasm to wash into him, genetic
material spilling from his nook and his bulge, trickling down to stain the
sheets, filling Dave and making him gasp against Karkat’s ear.
He kept coming, growls turning into wails and gasps and Dave’s name muttered
like a prayer, until he slumped down, tired and spent, his bulge already
retreating from Dave and into his own body.
Dave shivered and cursed as he felt his sore muscles protest.
They twitched and burned as the bulge slithered out from him, sticky and
slippery, but the feeling of Karkat’s fingers rubbing his lower back helped him
relax.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He didn’t feel coherent enough for any other speech, so he settled for
repeating the curse again, wrapped around Karkat’s body.
He was tired as hell, but oh-so-satisfied.
Karkat’s throat formed a series of low, rumbling clicks in answer, also too
tired to speak, and glanced over at the closet, where Dave kept his spare
towels for similar situations.
For a moment he entertained the thought of wobbling there to grab one, because
the filthy feeling of being covered in genetic material wasn’t as hot after the
deed was done, but then he felt Dave tug him onto his side, and decided they
could do that later.
He shifted a bit, Dave curling up against his back, spooning him into the
mattress, and blindly groped around to find one of Dave’s hands, grabbing it
into his own and holding it.
“I fucked you Strider, I should be the big troll feeding cupped device,” he
finally grumbled, despite feeling quite warm and happy in Dave’s embrace.
Dave snorted, his nose still buried into his hair. “N’way,” he mumbled back,
voice thick and tired. “m’ the big sp’n”.
Karkat rolled his eyes, but acquiesced to the request, letting Dave’s slow
breath lull him into a relaxed, drowsy state.
For a moment he wondered what Dave’s ‘pressing matters’ forcing him to go back
home instead of out on a date were, but then shrugged.
He’d gotten Dave’s attention in the end anyway, and fuck if he cared about
whatever shitty stuff Dave had needed to do.
It wasn’t as important as him and that was great. Karkat was one possessive
bastard.
He decided they could doze off and wash up in Dave’s stupid ablution cleaning
trap later, provided Dave threw out all the shitty ass-puppets first.
God, did Karkat hate the ass-puppets.
Eyes fluttering shut, Karkat allowed himself a pleased smirk.
In the cupboard, John was still recovering from the aftershocks.
He blinked and tried to stand up, but his arms felt like jelly, and he didn’t
feel like moving. Cramped because of the position he was in, head feeling a
little fuzzy with the heat and the blood rush, John had barely enough strength
to tuck himself back into his pants. He hoped he hadn’t soiled anything else
other than the shirt, still seated between his thighs.
For a long moment, he simply remained there, unmoving, recuperating from the
onslaught of pleasure.
He could hear Dave and Karkat mumble things, but his ears were ringing and
truthfully, he wasn’t up to listen to them.
He fell asleep there, legs awkwardly bent sideways, face buried into the pile
of shit at his side and Dave’s soiled shirt between his loose fingers.
                                      ***
John woke up with a start when he heard the bedroom door slam open, shoving
himself up into a sitting position, heart racing in his chest at the sudden,
striking fear that he’d been discovered.
The loud voice of Karkat cursing Dave to troll hell and back for falling asleep
for over three hours was what made John relax.
Dave replied in a smoother, lower tone, something about composing a rap to
describe in detail how grumbly, short trolls were the new ‘in’, then the
bedroom door was shoved close, and the voices moved down the corridor, heading
towards the bathroom on the other end.
John slowly stretched, shoving both legs down from their horribly uncomfortable
position and onto the floor, feeling them ache and tingle.
He winced.
He’d fallen asleep too, and if Dave and Karkat had decided to open the closet
they would have noticed him.
He thanked whatever god up there that they had been more preoccupied with
showering.
John’s cheeks flushed red at the thought of what exactly they could be doing
there, but he mentally slapped himself.
What he’d done was already wrong enough, he didn’t want to get caught drooling
over them showering.
He had to go home.
He’d have enough time there to think and call himself an idiot, or actually
thank his pranking streak obsession.
He slipped out of the cupboard with a groan, eyes darting around, trying to
avoid gawking at the bed, knowing already what he’d find there and feeling
mortified. The situation still felt unreal, and with his heart once again
racing a quick tempo inside his chest, every step into the silent room felt
like the loudest noise.
He had to reach the front door and get out.
Sliding through the bedroom, hand stretched to reach the handle, his eyes fell
on a smuppet haphazardly placed on the nearby bookshelf, and froze.
Instantly, John remembered his promise to Bro and blanched, blood rushing away
from his face so fast he almost staggered and crumbled in a shocked pile on the
floor.
If Bro saw that video…
He couldn’t. That would be… wrong. It was his little brother having sex with
his… troll boyfriend-slash-somethingsprit.
With…
With John jerking off in the closet.
Holy shit.
Stumbling in his hurry to stand back up, John looked at the puppet, then at the
cupboard. He’d placed it so it could have a beautiful view of the spot John
would come out of. What if it had recorded what he’d done, too, together with
Dave and Karkat?
Shame punched him in the guts too, together with a strong wave of panic, and he
grabbed the puppet, ripping the camera away from it and shoving it inside his
pocket.
He had to get out right that instant.
Away from Dave’s house and as far from Dave’s bro as he could.
With that video.
The corridor was empty, and he could definitely hear the water going in the
bathroom as he rushed down towards the entrance.
Despite his earlier denial, he did strain an ear to listen to whatever was
going on, but he couldn’t hear anything over the sound of water running, so he
gave up.
He slipped on a smuppet in the sitting room, his hatred for those horrid things
doubling as he almost fell and crashed against one of the sword expositors Dave
had scattered around the room, and almost cried out, but managed to restrain
the sound to a small squeak.
John pushed the door open and rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind
his back. Now that he was out, he didn’t care if someone heard him –it didn’t
matter anymore.
He was out.
A hysterical giggle slipped past his lips and John crumbled right there in
front of the door, laughing and clutching Dave’s shirt in both hands, his
entire frame shaking with how much he was laughing.
When he finally got himself under control, after who knew how long, John stood
up again, wobbly and shaking, and ran downstairs, disregarding the fact that
the apartment complex had an elevator, suddenly not wanting to be coped up in a
small place.
He’d never ran faster to get home.
                                      ***
Bro observed his little brother’s best friend run like he was being chased by a
pack of hellhounds, clutching one of Dave’s shirt in his hands like a prize,
disappearing behind a corner in record time.
One golden eyebrow slowly lifted above the line of his triangular shades.
Bro Strider looked up at his apartment, then back at the empty street, puzzling
over what the fuck had happened to make the little runt act like that, then
shrugged.
Knowing his brother, Dave probably found John out and made him regret even
trying to pull a stunt on him. One could never ever surprise a Strider.
Well, if the lil’ shit kept his side of the deal, maybe watching the recorded
video would clear up the mystery.
If he didn’t… or if Dave found out the camera, well, that wouldn’t be too bad.
Bro had placed a few more of his own just in case.
One could never find enough blackmail material, after all.
 
End Notes
     Ending Notes that nobody cares for: headcanon for me says that trolls
     only start producing enough genetic material to fill buckets when
     they reach their last pupation stage, so when they turn legally
     adults. As Karkat is still a teenager, he doesn't produce all that
     much yet, but still enough to make quite a mess. He also hasn't
     started using the actual bucket for similar reasons.
     Also, to follow a headcanon of mine, Dave lacks stamina, so since
     trolls can go at it longer than humans can, Karkat had to train him
     in dry orgasms to make him able to continue to Karkat's satisfaction.
     :D
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