Morning Runs (Dave x Karkat)

Chapter 10: Holy Fuck

Your name is Dave Strider and holy fuck did Karkat just give you, Dave Strider, a kiss on the cheek?

You couldn't believe it. You make your way into his bathroom, shutting the door behind you and looking into the mirror for a while.

You slowly start to smile, thoughts of you closing the gap between you two and making out flooded your mind. You realize what you're thinking and frown.

Dave Dave Dave whoaaahohoho no. That's gay. I thought we went over this, man. You turn on the faucet, taking off your shades and splashing cold water on your face to take any of those thoughts and make them disappear.

Once you finished, you grabbed a towel, wiping your face off and looking into the mirror again. Your mind kept wandering back and you just... whatever you did, you couldn't shake it off.

Defeated, you leave to bathroom, walking towards Karkat's room, sitting back down on the bed. He looks at you, a brow raised.

"Is.. Everything okay?" He asks, and you nod in response.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's great." You give him a small smile to assure him that nothing's wrong, even though everything is.

You sit there for a bit, looking down at your hands. "Actually..." Looking back up at Karkat, you try to keep your cool. "There's something that's been bothering me for a while.."

Dave. Dave what are you doing.

You guess that the only way to get these...these thoughts.. out of your head, is to act upon them.

You watched as the short teen crossed his arms, a questioning look planted on his face. God, did he look cute.

Before you could think about regretting the decision you were about to make, you pulled him in, giving him a long peck on the lips, your face feeling as hot as a hot tub can get after skinny dipping in ice water.

At first, he resisted, but after like a second in, he seemed to getting into it. You couldn't pull back cause, well, that seemed to kinda also be you. BUT, being the Dave you are, you pull away, trying to cover your red face by putting on a calm façade.

While doing so, the small teen seemed to be gathering up as much as he could, as much of the kiss as possible. You clear your throat after pulling away and slip on your shades.

"Sorry for that.." you quietly mumble.

You, Dave Strider, have just stepped into the whole new world of homoness. You swore that you weren't a homo, but this little guy seems to have turned that into a myth.

You bite your lip, waiting for the awestruck teen sitting by you. You raise a brow, the cutie pie seemed to be frozen in time.

"Uh...Karkat?.." You wave your hand in front of his face, waiting for him to react.