Each Touch

Puzzled thoughts

It had been a week after they kissed, and John was still gushing over the fact that he let it happen. Everything happened so fast, he couldn't remember what ran through his mind at that time. All he could remember was how soft Dave's lips were pressed against his own, how they fit together so perfectly it was terrifying...How much he enjoyed it.

He sat in his desk for first hour, hands entangled in his hair and face flat down on the surface. His face began to burn red again from the thought, it wouldn't leave him alone. Fingers raked through the black bunches and clenched them, frustrated, eyebrows knitted together.

"What's wrong with you? Dave got your tongue?" asked Karkat who took a seat in front of him.

Blue eyes looked up at the blond, a pout on his lips. Red eyes looked through the other, an unimpressed look on his face. John pursed his lips and looked away embarrassed. Karkat just knew how to read people at their most lowest or embarrassing moments.

"W-Well..." he trailed.

Karkat perked up, an eyebrow. The tone of the others voice told a while other story than what was said. The blond's head laid against the palm of his hand as he thought up of a possible scenario. What could have possibly shaken the boy up? It was possible that Dave had said something or done something.

"What? What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

"That's utter bullshit John!" exclaimed the Norwegian, "You and I both know something happened, so save me from losing my voice for the rest of go the  day and fess up."

"Okay, okay just...Quiet down." said John waving his hands in front of him.

Karkat sat back and nodded confidently, happy to hear what John was going to tell him. The other though was reluctant to tell him, embarrassed to tell or merely explain what happened. But Karkat wasn't going to let him slip pass this one.

"You know what you said when you came to sit down."

The blond nodded, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, the other part." corrected John.

"Dave got your tongue?"

The blue eyes teen nodded, "Yeah, that..."

There was a silence between them, Karkat staring at John for an answer. His patience was starting to dim and it wouldn't do anyone good. John but his bottom lip as he tried to think of a way to say it the best way he could. Lips parted to say something, but closed to rethink his words over again.

"It's...Not entirely a lie?"

The Norwegian scrunched his eyebrows together, intensely looking at his friend. Not entirely a lie?...A strange reply to 'Dave got your tongue.' A thought dinged in his head as he shot up and slammed both hands on John's desk with a look of shock.

"No." said Karkat unsure.

All John could do was nod, cheeks burning from embarrassment. A grin took over Karkat's shocked look, he sat back down on his chair with joyous laughter. Victory was in his hands. The blond looked at the other happily, grin stuck on his face.

"Tell me everything that happened!"he said.

"Wh-Wha!"

"I need know!"

There was a hint of hesitance in his blue eyes, but he thought for a second. Maybe talking about it will finally let him feel at ease, that what people say right? Like venting?

"...Alright." he said defeated.

Dave pulled back, his eyes opening to look down at John. The dark haired teen's eyes were still closed. He looked so pretty; his thick lashes curled, lips still parted.

"John." he said breathless.

John's eyes fluttered open, revealing his beautiful shades of blue irises. The eyes that he he fell in love with. Dave gazed into his eyes, heart swelling up.

"Dave."

The albino leaned down to kiss him again, pulling back a second later to plant another kiss afterwards. The kisses soon became greedy, sloppy. Small noises emitted from the back of John's throat thriving Dave's course of action.

After a few minutes of needy kisses, John managed to turn his head. But Dave's lips landed on his jawline, trailing down to his neck. The birthday boy gasped and squirmed under him.

"Dave..."

By now Karkat was grinning like a maniac; John has never seen Karkat look so happy in the years that he's known him. The story of last week was now out and heard by Karkat, a RomCom enthusiast. Oh what can go wrong with this?

"This means a lot John! You know that right!!" exclaimed Karkat, "The endless possibilities now! I can't believe it. I'll have to rewrite and adjust everything now. I need to discuss this with Nepeta."

John covered his face from embarrassment, "Kaaarkaaat!! No!"

"Tell me John, was that your first kiss?" asked Karkat.

"Y-Yes?"

"You have sealed your damn fate John. This is it. That's your whole life right in that damn boy."

John looked at the other exhausted and groaned, setting his head back down on the desk. This was too embarrassing to even be real. Telling another person about what happened didn't work at all, it just made things click in his mind. The feelings, butterflies. The kiss; Dave's lips, first kiss.

"I didn't take Strider much of a romantic." said Karkat, "He always seemed like the type of guy who'd do things outright without a second's wait. Or maybe..."

Dave sure was interesting, Karkat would have to keep an extra eye on the other to see how he works thoroughly before he can deduct anything more in depth. Maybe Nepeta could help him with this new mission, and dreadfully so Terezi might be a possible help as well. Karkat laid back in his chair and sighed.

"You've got me worked up John."

"I know I do." replied the other, "Now just-"

The bell rang, interrupting John mid-sentence; clusters of students piled into the classroom to take a seat before the teacher walked in to start attendance and class. Blue eyes looked up at the back of the blond's head, it was a relief that Karkat wasn't paying anymore attention to him and the situation he was having...Maybe crisis is a better word for it.