Fuck You and Fuck This After Story

Chapter Two

Karkat and Dave ate together in a comfortable silence after Dave made a comment about how he loved Karkat's pancakes and Karkat abruptly told him to shut the fuck up.

Eventually, though, Karkat decided to break the silence "so we've been together for what? 9 years?"

Dave smirked a bit, sipping some apple juice before shrugging "yeah, something like that. We've been together since the middle of freshman of high school"

Honestly Karkat thought it was thoroughly idiotic how this cool kid couldn't just hurry up and propose to him. If dave even wanted to marry, that is.

See, Karkat is a real romantic, and the thought of marriage was defiantly ideal to him... But Karkat could never bring himself to ask Dave. Even though he was completely and 100% comfortable with the blonde, he still couldn't bring himself to do it. Even the say the sentence in the mirror was to much for him.

Karkat would usually end up blushing madly and yelling 'fuck!' In the middle of the "marry"

So, Karkat had to rely on Daves judgement, but he knew that fucker better make it all worth while.

Once the two to of them finished up, Karkat brought the dishes to the sink. He started to wash them, even though he hated cleaning.

Dave walked up behind him, putting his arms around the shorter ones torso, helping him clean.

Karkat hated the fact he couldn't stop smiling, but didn't seem to care as he leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Okay, okay. He's not the harsh, angry, teenager he was back in the day anymore. Dave has really molded him and made him mushy and lovey, but he could still kick some ass.

After the dishes were finished and multiple kisses have happened, the two decided to sit down and watch some TV. Preferably Criminal Minds, because it had action and gore content that Dave liked, but also surprising romance that Karkat always over analyzed, especially the relationship between Morgan and Penelope. (Forgive me if I misspelled their names. And no spoilers. I'm only on season 7)

The two lovers slowly lost interest in the movie and was more interested in each other's lips and body.

Karkat straddled the other, wrapping his arms around the twenty-three year olds neck, his fingers lacing around his platinum blonde hair.

Dave's hands were placed on either side of Karkat's hips and held him close as he tilted his head slightly up to kiss him. Karkat slowly slid his shades off, which he didn't mind since the two were alone and Karkat has seen Dave's eyes more times than countable.

Soon enough their gentle and loving kisses, turned into a desperate and lustful make out. The only reason they would part was to get a breath of air.

Karkat moaned softly, rocking his hips down, against Dave's member. Dave let out a heavy amount of air, not letting himself moan, since it was so early in the morning.

Dave and Karkat kept up with their boyfriend activities until around 1 p.m, which Dave's phone promptly gave an alarm to tell the two it was time for them to head off to work.

Karkat groaned softly, standing up along with Dave. Dave took the other to their room, changing into a more formal outfit. Karkat just slid on sweat pants and a graphic T.

As superficial as it was, dave was a rising producer and director in many movies, which really got them some good bucks. Karkat, on the other hand, was a author. His books weren't exactly a twilight, but they still got a pretty great income from the two jobs.

Dave drove his long lasting lover to work, kissing him on the lips before muttering "have a good day,"

Karkat just scoffed, always sarcastic and regretful around due dates, which coincidentally was soon "good, yeah right" he rolled his eyes, which earned silence. Eventually he sighed with a muttered of 'fuckass' under his it. "You too, dave" he then walked out the car, into his publishing building.

As Dave started to drive, shades in place and poker face on, he mentally freake out as he wondered how in the world he would confess his undying love and propose to Karkat.