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helpyoufly2011-04-11 11:20 pm
windychimes) wrote in helpyoufly2011-04-11 11:20 pm
Skittles (Homestuck; Gamzee/Tavros)
Title: Skittles
Word Count: 1820
Character/Pairing: Human!Gamzee/Human!Tavros
Warnings: High sex, but consensual. Possible ableism.
Notes: For the kink meme request:
Human!Gamzee/Human!Tavros
based on http://kawaiijuggalos.tumblr.com/tagged/humanstuck
gamzee and tavros getting high in tavros's room and then there's sexy times
Gamzee’s smoking in his room again, even though he’s not supposed to. Bill doesn’t like it because the whole house reeks of pot and they could get in trouble but they won’t; there’s no crack and there’s no shootings so the police don’t care. And he always opens the window so the house doesn’t smell and — fuck. Fuck. He didn’t open the window. The smoke curls through the air and fills his lungs with every breath. He should be upset, but… he’s too high to care right now.
“Hey, Tavros.” Gamzee leans in close, too close, eyes red and glassy. “If you were like, fuckin candy, you’d be like. Fuckin chocolate. All sweet and brown. And you got freckles and shit, so it can be fuckin cinnamon.” Gamzee smiles, loopy and warm, and Tavros blushes. “Chocolate and cinnamon is fuckin good. I’d all up and eat the fuck out of you.”
Tavros squeaks. “Oh, uhh, thank you. I think. You would be, um…” His voice dies in his throat, embarrassment killing it completely. But Gamzee’s smile and high in his system are enough to give him the confidence he doesn’t have and he speaks. “You would be, skittles, I think. They are, uhh, also sweet, and, rainbow. I would, eat you too, if, you were skittles.”
Okay, that’s one of the weirder things to come out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t, uhh, be the sour kind, though, because, I do not like them, and, you are not very sour…”
Laughing, Gamzee leans in until their foreheads touch. His deep blue eyes, almost indigo, stare straight into his and Tavros blushes. “Can I… can I fuckin eat you, motherfucker?”
Tavros doesn’t know if he means cannibalism or what, but he nods anyway. There’s a moment of complete stillness before Gamzee kisses him, and Tavros decides he is very okay with this definition of eating. Lips sour from the pot and waxy from the grease paint, Tavros smiles; it should taste awful but it tastes sweet.
Like skittles.
Gamzee pulls back with a smile. “You’re fuckin delicious, bullhonkey. Definitely chocolate. Like fuckin gourmet fancyass chocolate.”
Tavros wonders if Gamzee is blushing as hard as he is under his face paint. “You, too, but more like, uhh, skittles.”
“Skittles are good.” Gamzee laughs and kisses his forehead. “But can this motherfucking clown all up and get his feast on?” Tavros nods, even though it still sounds like cannibalism; but if it’s anything like kissing, he’s definitely okay with this.
There are hands on his chest, warm and calloused, and one slides beneath Tavros’s shirt to touch his skin. The muscle quivers beneath Gamzee’s fingers and Tavros can’t hold back a keening little moan. A prickling heat spreads across his skin as Gamzee kisses him again, too tender to be true; his fingers roam over Tavros’s chest and stomach and if he could Tavros would squirm in his chair. Each kiss and lick, a nibble on his lips and a tongue across his teeth, make his heart spark and his head dizzy.
Everything swims in front of his eyes beautifully.
Gamzee’s hand goes lower and lower, down his chest and down his stomach and all the way down to his belt; when Gamzee starts to unbuckle it Tavros freezes.
“Whoa, whoa.” Gamzee looks up with half-lidded eyes, glossy but no longer red; the pot smell has nearly dissipated. “I, uhh. Uhh…”
“Something wrong, little bro?” Gamzee toys with Tavros’s belt. “I’m just all up and getting my motherfuckin feast on.”
“It’s just, uhh. I mean, I have not, uhh. I’m not sure, if I can—”
Gamzee shushes Tavros with a finger to his lips. “It’s cool, bro. Nothing to be ashamed like of or anything. If your equipment don’t all up and work, it just don’t; you ain’t any less of a fuckin cool dude without it.”
Tavros squeaks. For a moment all he can do is gape, red from head to toe. Embarrassment kills his voice and Gamzee ruffles his mohawk. Gamzee really thinks—
After what he feels like an eternity, Tavros speaks. “N, no. It, uhh. It works, f, fine! What I meant, was, that I have not, um. I haven’t.” Tavros takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I have not, d, done this, kind of thing, with, uhh, anyone, before.”
Gamzee is silent before kissing Tavros’s forehead with a soft chuckle. “Well that don’t fuckin matter none, motherfucker. This clown don’t give a shit any which way. You should have just up and said so.” Gamzee runs his fingers through his mohawk and Tavros visibly relaxes.
“Oh, good. I, maybe, you had and I, uhh. I didn’t, want to be, bad at it.” Tavros swallows hard. He almost wants to take a smoke, just to get his confidence back. “I wouldn’t, want you to, not, uhh, enjoy it.”
Gamzee holds him for a long moment breathing even and slow. He plants little kisses all along Tavros’s scalp, nuzzling his soft mohawk and stroking his neck. Something wells up deep within Tavros and tears burn at the corner of his eyes. This tenderness… he clings tightly to Gamzee, face pressed to his chest.
After a long moment Gamzee pulls back smiling down at Tavros. “Want to know a fuckin secret, motherfucker? I ain’t never done this shit with nobody before.” Once again, Gamzee ruffles Tavros’s hair. “So we can be fuckin first time buddies.”
Face still pressed to Gamzee’s chest, Tavros smiles. “I’d like that.”
Leaning down Gamzee captures Tavros’s lips in a kiss, running his tongue along his teeth as he pulls off Tavros’s belt. A mixture of excitement and fear build in his stomach as his Gamzee slides his hand down his pants and oh god. What if Gamzee laughs at his underwear? It’s the, the fairy tighty-whiteys he has… Tavros groans. Okay maybe Gamzee will just, touch him and not notice. That’s possible, right?
“Ha ha, oh shit, dude! You’ve got some motherfuckin cute undies on here. Are those fuckin fairies?”
“I, it was, laundry day and I, I…”
Gamzee gives them a snap. “Don’t worry about it none, bullhonkey. You ain’t gone have them on for long anyways.”
Suddenly his pants and underwear around his ankles and Tavros squeaks. His hands go to cover himself but Gamzee pulls them back. “Don’t fuckin hide yourself, motherfucker. I’m gonna be all up and fuckin touchin that beefstick, let me get a good look.” Tavros groans at the euphemism. “So just fuckin relax like and let this clown get his rub on, okay?”
“R, right.”
Gamzee just runs his finger up and down Tavros’s cock to start. The first touch makes Tavros cry out and he lifts himself off the chair with his hands just so he can press into it. Pushing him back down, Gamzee kisses his chest. “Settle down, little bro. This motherfucker is gonna give you what you all up and fuckin want. No straining your cute fuckin self here.”
Tavros is red all over again just from being called cute. Normally he’d find it condescending but with Gamzee… it’s really nice. He doesn’t have time to dwell on that, though; Gamzee is really stroking him now, whole hand wrapped around his cock. Crying out, Tavros squirms as best he can, upper body shaking. It’s not like when Tavros would touch himself. It’s more intense, little bolts of lightning coursing through his bloodstream, heating pooling in his stomach and between his legs. Each stroke brings him closer and closer, until he’s right at the edge—
Gamzee pulls his hand back and Tavros nearly sobs. “Hold up, motherfucker.” Gamzee picks Tavros up and he panics, flailing in Gamzee’s arms. It’s terrifying not to be grounded; if he falls there’s no way to catch himself. But Gamzee just lays him on the bed, smiling down at stroking his face. “I figured this would be a fuckin better way to do it.”
Sliding his own pants down, Tavros isn’t really surprised that Gamzee doesn’t wear underwear. It’s a miracle that he even wears pants. Tavros’s eyes drift down Gamzee’s abdomen but snap shut as soon as he sees between his legs. Tavros has never seen another guy like this, never seen anyone like this. Gamzee leans down to kiss him again, stroking his cheek.
“C’mon, motherfucker, don’t keep those pretty eyes all up and closed. You’re one sexy motherfucker and I want you to all up and think I am too. You fuckin think that?”
Cracking one eye open, Tavros nods. “Y, yeah. I think you’re, um, s, sexy.”
“Good.” Gamzee moves so he’s pinning Tavros to the bed, his full weight on Tavros, their cocks nearly touching. “Cause you the sexiest motherfucker this motherfucker ever done and seen and it’s fuckin good that the feelings all up and fuckin mutual.”
Tavros can’t imagine anyone finding him sexy. It’s not something he could ever even think of happening. Opening his mouth to stutter a thank you, all that comes out is a strangled moan. Gamzee’s—he’s grinding against Tavros, their cocks rubbing against each other. It’s better than his hand, better than Gamzee’s, better than he could have imagined. His whole body is on fire with pleasure and desperately he tries to press himself closer to Gamzee. Gamzee gets the hint and does it for Tavros, saving him the effort. Pinned to the bed, all Tavros can do is let Gamzee rock against him, breathing shallow as he breaks into a sweat. Then Gamzee kisses and nips and Tavros just starts sobbing. Fuck, this is why he didn’t smoke. He always gets so embarrassingly emotional. It doesn’t stop Gamzee, though; he continues to rock against Tavros, licking away the tears that roll down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, little bro. If it’s too much just all up and tell me to get my stop on and I will.”
Tavros swallows, mouth dry. “I, it’s, too intense.”
Gamzee gives his cheek one last kiss before rolling off him. Curling on his side, he takes Tavros’s hand. “That’s cool, motherfucker. It was pretty fuckin overwhelming like.” Gamzee gives his hand a squeeze. “Real fuckin fun though.”
Tavros nods, returning the squeeze. “I’d, uhh. I would, like to, do it again, sometime.” A fresh run of tears well up in his eyes and he tries to blink them back. “Uhh, sorry for, uhh, crying. Weed, um. It does this to me.”
“That’s cool, bro. Drugs are some fuckin crazy ass miracles.” Gamzee yawns and pulls the blanket over them as he places his head on Tavros’s chest. “So let’s just sleep it off.”
Tavros nods and strokes Gamzee’s hair. His pants are around his ankles, Bill’s liable to come home any minute, he’s sweaty and overwhelmed and he’s probably covered in grease paint, but.
Tavros licks the paint, the weed, the saliva off his lips. He smiles.
Sweet, just like skittles.
Word Count: 1820
Character/Pairing: Human!Gamzee/Human!Tavros
Warnings: High sex, but consensual. Possible ableism.
Notes: For the kink meme request:
based on http://kawaiijuggalos.tumblr.com/tagged/humanstuck
gamzee and tavros getting high in tavros's room and then there's sexy times
Gamzee’s smoking in his room again, even though he’s not supposed to. Bill doesn’t like it because the whole house reeks of pot and they could get in trouble but they won’t; there’s no crack and there’s no shootings so the police don’t care. And he always opens the window so the house doesn’t smell and — fuck. Fuck. He didn’t open the window. The smoke curls through the air and fills his lungs with every breath. He should be upset, but… he’s too high to care right now.
“Hey, Tavros.” Gamzee leans in close, too close, eyes red and glassy. “If you were like, fuckin candy, you’d be like. Fuckin chocolate. All sweet and brown. And you got freckles and shit, so it can be fuckin cinnamon.” Gamzee smiles, loopy and warm, and Tavros blushes. “Chocolate and cinnamon is fuckin good. I’d all up and eat the fuck out of you.”
Tavros squeaks. “Oh, uhh, thank you. I think. You would be, um…” His voice dies in his throat, embarrassment killing it completely. But Gamzee’s smile and high in his system are enough to give him the confidence he doesn’t have and he speaks. “You would be, skittles, I think. They are, uhh, also sweet, and, rainbow. I would, eat you too, if, you were skittles.”
Okay, that’s one of the weirder things to come out of his mouth. “You wouldn’t, uhh, be the sour kind, though, because, I do not like them, and, you are not very sour…”
Laughing, Gamzee leans in until their foreheads touch. His deep blue eyes, almost indigo, stare straight into his and Tavros blushes. “Can I… can I fuckin eat you, motherfucker?”
Tavros doesn’t know if he means cannibalism or what, but he nods anyway. There’s a moment of complete stillness before Gamzee kisses him, and Tavros decides he is very okay with this definition of eating. Lips sour from the pot and waxy from the grease paint, Tavros smiles; it should taste awful but it tastes sweet.
Like skittles.
Gamzee pulls back with a smile. “You’re fuckin delicious, bullhonkey. Definitely chocolate. Like fuckin gourmet fancyass chocolate.”
Tavros wonders if Gamzee is blushing as hard as he is under his face paint. “You, too, but more like, uhh, skittles.”
“Skittles are good.” Gamzee laughs and kisses his forehead. “But can this motherfucking clown all up and get his feast on?” Tavros nods, even though it still sounds like cannibalism; but if it’s anything like kissing, he’s definitely okay with this.
There are hands on his chest, warm and calloused, and one slides beneath Tavros’s shirt to touch his skin. The muscle quivers beneath Gamzee’s fingers and Tavros can’t hold back a keening little moan. A prickling heat spreads across his skin as Gamzee kisses him again, too tender to be true; his fingers roam over Tavros’s chest and stomach and if he could Tavros would squirm in his chair. Each kiss and lick, a nibble on his lips and a tongue across his teeth, make his heart spark and his head dizzy.
Everything swims in front of his eyes beautifully.
Gamzee’s hand goes lower and lower, down his chest and down his stomach and all the way down to his belt; when Gamzee starts to unbuckle it Tavros freezes.
“Whoa, whoa.” Gamzee looks up with half-lidded eyes, glossy but no longer red; the pot smell has nearly dissipated. “I, uhh. Uhh…”
“Something wrong, little bro?” Gamzee toys with Tavros’s belt. “I’m just all up and getting my motherfuckin feast on.”
“It’s just, uhh. I mean, I have not, uhh. I’m not sure, if I can—”
Gamzee shushes Tavros with a finger to his lips. “It’s cool, bro. Nothing to be ashamed like of or anything. If your equipment don’t all up and work, it just don’t; you ain’t any less of a fuckin cool dude without it.”
Tavros squeaks. For a moment all he can do is gape, red from head to toe. Embarrassment kills his voice and Gamzee ruffles his mohawk. Gamzee really thinks—
After what he feels like an eternity, Tavros speaks. “N, no. It, uhh. It works, f, fine! What I meant, was, that I have not, um. I haven’t.” Tavros takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I have not, d, done this, kind of thing, with, uhh, anyone, before.”
Gamzee is silent before kissing Tavros’s forehead with a soft chuckle. “Well that don’t fuckin matter none, motherfucker. This clown don’t give a shit any which way. You should have just up and said so.” Gamzee runs his fingers through his mohawk and Tavros visibly relaxes.
“Oh, good. I, maybe, you had and I, uhh. I didn’t, want to be, bad at it.” Tavros swallows hard. He almost wants to take a smoke, just to get his confidence back. “I wouldn’t, want you to, not, uhh, enjoy it.”
Gamzee holds him for a long moment breathing even and slow. He plants little kisses all along Tavros’s scalp, nuzzling his soft mohawk and stroking his neck. Something wells up deep within Tavros and tears burn at the corner of his eyes. This tenderness… he clings tightly to Gamzee, face pressed to his chest.
After a long moment Gamzee pulls back smiling down at Tavros. “Want to know a fuckin secret, motherfucker? I ain’t never done this shit with nobody before.” Once again, Gamzee ruffles Tavros’s hair. “So we can be fuckin first time buddies.”
Face still pressed to Gamzee’s chest, Tavros smiles. “I’d like that.”
Leaning down Gamzee captures Tavros’s lips in a kiss, running his tongue along his teeth as he pulls off Tavros’s belt. A mixture of excitement and fear build in his stomach as his Gamzee slides his hand down his pants and oh god. What if Gamzee laughs at his underwear? It’s the, the fairy tighty-whiteys he has… Tavros groans. Okay maybe Gamzee will just, touch him and not notice. That’s possible, right?
“Ha ha, oh shit, dude! You’ve got some motherfuckin cute undies on here. Are those fuckin fairies?”
“I, it was, laundry day and I, I…”
Gamzee gives them a snap. “Don’t worry about it none, bullhonkey. You ain’t gone have them on for long anyways.”
Suddenly his pants and underwear around his ankles and Tavros squeaks. His hands go to cover himself but Gamzee pulls them back. “Don’t fuckin hide yourself, motherfucker. I’m gonna be all up and fuckin touchin that beefstick, let me get a good look.” Tavros groans at the euphemism. “So just fuckin relax like and let this clown get his rub on, okay?”
“R, right.”
Gamzee just runs his finger up and down Tavros’s cock to start. The first touch makes Tavros cry out and he lifts himself off the chair with his hands just so he can press into it. Pushing him back down, Gamzee kisses his chest. “Settle down, little bro. This motherfucker is gonna give you what you all up and fuckin want. No straining your cute fuckin self here.”
Tavros is red all over again just from being called cute. Normally he’d find it condescending but with Gamzee… it’s really nice. He doesn’t have time to dwell on that, though; Gamzee is really stroking him now, whole hand wrapped around his cock. Crying out, Tavros squirms as best he can, upper body shaking. It’s not like when Tavros would touch himself. It’s more intense, little bolts of lightning coursing through his bloodstream, heating pooling in his stomach and between his legs. Each stroke brings him closer and closer, until he’s right at the edge—
Gamzee pulls his hand back and Tavros nearly sobs. “Hold up, motherfucker.” Gamzee picks Tavros up and he panics, flailing in Gamzee’s arms. It’s terrifying not to be grounded; if he falls there’s no way to catch himself. But Gamzee just lays him on the bed, smiling down at stroking his face. “I figured this would be a fuckin better way to do it.”
Sliding his own pants down, Tavros isn’t really surprised that Gamzee doesn’t wear underwear. It’s a miracle that he even wears pants. Tavros’s eyes drift down Gamzee’s abdomen but snap shut as soon as he sees between his legs. Tavros has never seen another guy like this, never seen anyone like this. Gamzee leans down to kiss him again, stroking his cheek.
“C’mon, motherfucker, don’t keep those pretty eyes all up and closed. You’re one sexy motherfucker and I want you to all up and think I am too. You fuckin think that?”
Cracking one eye open, Tavros nods. “Y, yeah. I think you’re, um, s, sexy.”
“Good.” Gamzee moves so he’s pinning Tavros to the bed, his full weight on Tavros, their cocks nearly touching. “Cause you the sexiest motherfucker this motherfucker ever done and seen and it’s fuckin good that the feelings all up and fuckin mutual.”
Tavros can’t imagine anyone finding him sexy. It’s not something he could ever even think of happening. Opening his mouth to stutter a thank you, all that comes out is a strangled moan. Gamzee’s—he’s grinding against Tavros, their cocks rubbing against each other. It’s better than his hand, better than Gamzee’s, better than he could have imagined. His whole body is on fire with pleasure and desperately he tries to press himself closer to Gamzee. Gamzee gets the hint and does it for Tavros, saving him the effort. Pinned to the bed, all Tavros can do is let Gamzee rock against him, breathing shallow as he breaks into a sweat. Then Gamzee kisses and nips and Tavros just starts sobbing. Fuck, this is why he didn’t smoke. He always gets so embarrassingly emotional. It doesn’t stop Gamzee, though; he continues to rock against Tavros, licking away the tears that roll down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, little bro. If it’s too much just all up and tell me to get my stop on and I will.”
Tavros swallows, mouth dry. “I, it’s, too intense.”
Gamzee gives his cheek one last kiss before rolling off him. Curling on his side, he takes Tavros’s hand. “That’s cool, motherfucker. It was pretty fuckin overwhelming like.” Gamzee gives his hand a squeeze. “Real fuckin fun though.”
Tavros nods, returning the squeeze. “I’d, uhh. I would, like to, do it again, sometime.” A fresh run of tears well up in his eyes and he tries to blink them back. “Uhh, sorry for, uhh, crying. Weed, um. It does this to me.”
“That’s cool, bro. Drugs are some fuckin crazy ass miracles.” Gamzee yawns and pulls the blanket over them as he places his head on Tavros’s chest. “So let’s just sleep it off.”
Tavros nods and strokes Gamzee’s hair. His pants are around his ankles, Bill’s liable to come home any minute, he’s sweaty and overwhelmed and he’s probably covered in grease paint, but.
Tavros licks the paint, the weed, the saliva off his lips. He smiles.
Sweet, just like skittles.