cookinglikeamotherfucker

Nobody talked to the kid with the dreads.

Nobody knew if he'd been held back with the jocks, or if he'd just hit the world's worst growth spurt, but the long, lanky highblood seemed to top everyone else in stature, even the select little clique of seadwellers, all of whom had taken to muttering about him indiscreetly. Of course, it didn't help his image that he wandered the halls with the dazed expression of the perpetually baked. He'd already been forced to stop painting his face by the faculty to keep from distracting others in his classes. As if that was really what everyone was focusing on.

He was intelligent, even brilliant according to some of the instructors, but that didn't count for anything when none of his homework was turned in, either coming up missing or simply forgotten, or occasionally doodled on. He never took notes and rarely remembered to bring his textbooks. The only class he did well in, for that matter, was his visual arts elective and even then, he rarely stayed on task, often speeding through the lessons then slinking away to one of the broken-down loveseats what were used for the occasional sit-in model for life drawing sessions.

He was a flake, and ninety percent of the time, he was alone.

Fourth block Gym was never something that he participated in. He simply stayed long enough to be counted there for role call, then slipped out easily to settle down behind the gymnasium where the security guards never went, sitting on the ground in the shade in his gym clothes and packing a bowl out of sight where the smoke would be whipped away by the breeze.

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For the amount of webbing he had between his fingers, Eridan managed to hold Gamzee's hand well and firmly. He shifted to wrap his arms around the highblood while pressing close to him, if only to better share their blankets. He smiled as he rested his forehead against Gamzee's, and murmured, "your moirail might have another think about royalty once you tell him about this."

Gamzee smiled a little more widely, pressing the back of Eridan's hand against his cheek and closing his eyes. "About your family, maybe. But highbloods in general are always gonna be on his shit list."

"Good enough," Eridan said with a tired sigh. He pressed his lips gently to Gamzee's, before he released the highblood's hand to take off his glasses and set them aside, getting ready to fall back to sleep. With his hand going down to curl into the back of Gamzee's shirt, he whispered, "It's so easy to become flushed for you, it's a wonder you don't already have that quadrant filled."

"Don't nobody care about someone like me," Gamzee murmured, already on his way back to sleep. "Nobody but you 'n Karkat."

They didn't wake back up that day until after noon, and even then it only happened because of the growling of stomachs. Gamzee was the first one awake, wandering out of Eridan's block with his blanket still around his shoulders, looking around sleepily as he made his way through the halls, exploring a little bit and eventually making his way to the kitchen. Predictably the Amporas hired skilled kitchen staff, a few of whom watched Gamzee warily as he invaded, draped in a blanket and looking like death warmed over, opening their cupboards, their dry store and coolers and gathering an armload of various things without paying any attention to protests from the rest of them, familiarizing himself with the area easily and starting on what eventually turned into a soup, free of meat and most things that would irritate Eridan's stomach, at least that he knew of so far. he wasn't even deterred when one of them threatened to get Dualscar, just giving them his sleepy, sniffly look then going right back to paying attention to the soup that was starting to waft fragrant steam into his face. He was careful to taste it with a clean spoon every time he did so to make an adjustment, never once looking at a recipe or asking for help or advice, simply working in silence until he was able to take two massive bowls back to Eridan's block, leaving the pot there on the stove and telling the Amporas' staff to help themselves.

By the time Gamzee had returned, Eridan had woken up and gotten a bath, and was dressed in clean, more comfortable clothes. He'd raided his brother's room and wardrobe, grabbing a pair of pajama pants that would easily fit Gamzee, as well as a clean long-sleeve shirt that would likely not be long enough in the arms, but would still manage to suit. It wasn't as if Cronus wore either article of clothing on the regular, and would likely not even notice they were gone. He was wrapped up in a robe as well as his clean clothes and blanket by the time Gamzee returned, scooted into the corner of the sofa as he played a console RPG and tried not to feel as miserable. He looked up at the highblood and then at the bowls of soup, his smile spreading. "Not even here a day an' already you're harrassin' the cook staff?" he teased.

"Felt like doin' somethin' useful while you were sleepin'," Gamzee replied with a quiet chuckle, handing over Eridan's bown then sitting on the edge of the couch, blowing on his own then taking a few mouthfuls. Immediately his nose began to run more profusely from the spice, but he was able to take a long breath through his nose, sighing quietly in relief. He glanced around at the clothes that had been put out for him then searched for a doorway that would undoubtedly lead to a private bathroom. "I don't think they like me now."

"That's okay," Eridan assured, as he nodded to the bathroom door, "they don't like me either." He looked down at his soup, and took a large sip of it, forgoing the spoon. He enjoyed the spice - it had the same effect on his system as chile or green horseradish, and he sniffled before he got a big smile, murmuring about how good it tasted, chuckling a little to himself. "You're just full a talents, aren't you, Gam?" He looked up at the highblood with a conspiring smile. "Might just boss father into havin' you cook for me exclusively," he chuckled and went back to his soup, simply enjoying it, and felt a little overwhelmed that Gamzee had gone to make soup, even as sick as he was, for both of them - for him and he hadn't done anything gracious in return. At least, nothing he wouldn't have already done for Gamzee to start with.

"Not like anyone at home'd cook for us. figured out how to do it myself and feed me and Kurloz. Library's full'a cookbooks so it's not really all that motherfuckin' hard. Gets me a lot'a funny looks when I have to go shoppin' though, y'know?" Shaking his head, Gamzee went back to his soup, sniffling every now and then as his sinuses cleared, eyes just barely starting to water by the time he'd finished off his soup. He put the bowl down on the side table, standing and letting the blanket fall away before he headed to the bathroom. His eyebrows lifted some at the faint scent in the air and he glanced around for an air freshener that matched the smell. Finding none, he couldn't help but smile faintly, looking back toward the seadweller through the door he'd left open.

He came back out maybe twenty minutes later with a large towel wrapped around his waist, proceeded by a billow of steam that left the mirror in the bathroom completely fogged in spite of the door having been left open. He reached over the back of the couch to retrieve the clothes, turning them over then pulling them on without comment. The pants were a little highwater on him and the shirt did come up a little short, but it didn't matter as he pulled the blanket back around his shoulders and settled back down on the couch with his knees pulled up in front of him.

With a faltered smile at Gamzee's reason for experience, he just put another mental tally for reasons not to ever gripe about his own situation thanks to Gamzee's home life. He murmured, "You do a lotta good for yourself an' your brother, Gam. An' I mean it, this is amazin' soup." He finished it off, his own eyes tearing up at the heat but he was fascinated by how multifaceted Gamzee really was, and how well the soup had come out. He really hadn't had anything like it before. He set the bowl down near the other once he was finished, having taken his time with it. Once his friend slipped away, and looked up at him from the bathroom, Eridan's eyes widened at the way Gamzee gave that knowing smile and he ducked sheepishly, fumbling for the controller to his game, trying to look like nothing had happened.

By the time Gamzee returned from his shower - as odd as it was that he had left the door open and how much Eridan had mindfucked that into oblivion - the seadweller had curled up into a ball at the corner of the couch, still playing his game. He only sat up once Gamzee sat beside him, and toppled against the highblood's shoulder. "You gotta be needin' a smoke by now, it's been nearly a whole day since we left school," he said. "You don't have to worry about the smoke or nothin', the air filters will clean it up, nobody's gonna smell it."

"Been about two days since the last time I smoked," Gamzee added, wrinkling his nose some as he leaned his cheek against Eridan's head briefly. "Wasn't sure how your dad would feel about it." It was reasonable to assume in a house full of seadwellers that smoking inside wouldn't be the smartest move ever, but at the assurance that it wouldn't be a problem, Gamzee gingerly removed himself from Eridan's side and went to find his pants, fishing through the pockets then coming back and sitting back down to pack his bowl and take a long, hard hit, holding the smoke until the breath that he let back out was almost completely clear. He looked up at the game that Eridan had been occupying himself with, holding out the pipe and lighter in exchange for the controller and starting to play in the other's place.

"He doesn't need to know," Eridan said with a shake of his head, and smiled as Gamzee walked off to get his pipe. Once he'd settled back in, Eridan leaned against Gamzee and continued to play, only to be handed the pipe and lighter, and have the controller taken from him. He immediately had his finger against the carb and pressed the pipe to his lips, letting a little air in through his gills as he inhaled the heady smoke, so he didn't wind up coughing, and held the smoke in. He set the pipe down in his lap before he let out his breath, the smoke still present in the exhalation, but he didn't mind. And that was all he'd really need, as he'd found out from prior experience. Prior experience that, if asked, never happened, even though it was likely clear to any smoker that would be a lie.

He watched peacefully as Gamzee played the game for him - he was going through a labyrinth at that point, having to solve puzzles while fighting mobs that popped up at random - but he preferred the puzzles to the fights, so it was okay for Gamzee to dink around as he was doing.

Gamzee smiled faintly as he turned in place to let Eridan lean against him more comfortably. He let the other hold onto the pipe for the time being as he cleared out another mob, navigating through the darkened pathways with little trouble, occasionally having to double back until he managed to find a new puzzle and, because of it, a new path. He traded off again to take another hit and let Eridan do the next part himself, happy to just watch as he did so.

After that initial first pull he slowed down, in it to enjoy the high now that he had finally hit it, blowing the smoke up toward the ceiling and one of the air filters in the vent there. By then they had made it out of the labyrinth and were on their way toward the boss monster for that area, sharing few words between them as they sat in the comfortable silence.

Once they got to the save point before the boss itself, Eridan set the controller aside momentarily to take a moment to actually think about things. And then he realized that if he thought too much about what they had between them, he'd most assuredly fuck it up somehow. He turned to look at Gamzee with a smile, and leaned up to press his lips against the corner of Gamzee's, and then gave him a proper, but brief kiss. He settled back down at the highblood's side and picked up the controller again, checking his party's inventory and shuffling around potions and other necessities to make sure they weren't going to be double-fucked after the first form had died and the second came to take its place.

"You should play this from the beginnin'," Eridan said with a smile. "It's my favorite game. Play it at least once a year."

"Never been much on video games," Gamzee admitted, shrugging and leaning his chin against the top of Eridan's head as he watched him fuss with his inventory. He crossed his arms over Eridan's chest with his pipe and lighter together in one hand, finally able to relax as whatever tension there was left in him evaporated. "Karkat tried to get me into a couple games, but honestly, outside'a the motherfuckin' art, don't really care much. Fun to watch other people go at it though."

"I don't care for anythin' but RPGs," he said with a content smile, "Mostly on the strategy end a that spectrum." He leaned more easily into Gamzee and saved, before running off to fuck up the boss. "This one has the best art a any I've played, amazin' music, an' the story's complex an' entertainin' as hell. Has fuckin' dozens of possible ends to it, all based on your decisions in the all-out battles, an' who you talk to an' recruit." He looked up at Gamzee. "An' I've only beaten it with a perfect recruitment record once, on accident, so I'm tryin' to do that again."

"It's only been a couple years since this came out so I'm guessin' you haven't seen all the ends to it yet," Gamzee mused as he watched the battle, his head back against the back of the couch. He could have spent hours sitting there watching Eridan play and bitch under his breath at how hard this particular boss was to beat, quietly agreeing with him in spits of the fact that he'd never played it himself except for that little bit five minutes ago.

Gamzee started to scratch his nails lightly across the front of Eridan's shirt under the blanket with an absent little smile before much longer. He bowed his head and tucked his nose into the space just under the other's jaw, exhaling a soft breath against the side of his neck.

The boss' first form hadn't even been beaten before Gamzee started to tease him, and had he been sober, he would have gotten a petulant pout. As it stood, however, he just smiled and let out a shivered little breath as his cheeks ran violet and started to glow again, shifting his position just enough to let Gamzee's hand explore more thoroughly. Once he put the battle on auto - knowing it'd probably go well enough - he turned to leave a light kiss against Gamzee's cheek, careful of the scratches there.

Gamzee nudged the bridge of his nose against Eridan's cheek, looking back at him with a soft smile. His fingers slipped down the front of Eridan's shirt, scratching across the bare skin lightly then tracing up the pattern of lights along the front of his throat. He let his lips linger in the same space as Eridan's without making a move or discouraging whatever the other might decide to do with him. He was simply waiting to see what Eridan would do.

The game was as good as forgotten by the time Gamzee's hand slipped into his sweater. Eridan arched into the touch as he brought his hand up to Gamzee's other cheek and caught his lips again, shifting to move himself more thoroughly into Gamzee's lap, turning away from the TV as he pressed the kiss deeper, sliding his hand away from the highblood's cheek, down his neck with a muffled little sound through his nose.

One of Gamzee's hands dropped back to prop himself up and reciprocating the kiss, the other hand coming up to rest against Eridan's jaw and tilt his head up. His legs came up around Eridan's hips, cradling him there as he dipped his head to kiss down the front of his throat then tease just in front of his gills. By now he knew that the spot was sensitive and would easily get Eridan riled up further, making the spots running down into his shirt that much brighter. He let out a quiet chuckle as his hand ran down into the neck of Eridan's shirt, easing it aside to see more of the bioluminescence, softly pressing his lips against it.

The gentle kisses paired with the intimate, new touches to his neck and collarbone made Eridan let out another little sound through his nose, and he shivered another breath, trying not to get too worked up, to little avail. He shrugged out of the robe first, and then brought one of his hands down to the hem of his shirt to bring it up, showing that the dual lines of luminescence met mid-chest and larger dots appeared from there down past where his pants covered. Tugging off his shirt, he set it aside on the sofa, and then caught Gamzee's lips with his own once again, his arms draped over the highblood's shoulders, one hand tight against the back of the other's neck to keep him close in the slow, careful, indulgent kiss.

At some level, he knew this was far too soon - maybe - to be going so far, but he ignored that notion, putting it to rest with the rest of his self-defeating considerations. He was comfortably buzzed, and finally getting to do something he'd been wanting to do for a while.

Gamzee was careful and slow in every move he made, his hand coming to rest in the small of Eridan's back as he sat up and traced a path along the patterns of dots running down Eridan's chest and stomach, becoming more scattered further down. He hooked his chin over Eridan's shoulder and looked down at the field of smaller, brighter spots, his fingertips running along the gently waving pattern of the darker color running up his spine to the bloom of it across his shoulderblades. He turned his face into Eridan's neck and pressed his lips to the soft hollow near his shoulder then pressed soft, easy kisses along the curve of his shoulder.

When he faced Eridan again he was wearing his usual soft, lazy smile, one finger coming up to trace along the other's lips then down the bridge of his nose, his eyes half-lidded as they followed the progress of the digit. "You're awful quiet," he murmured, touching the ends of their noses together.

Every breath that Eridan took was shallow, while he closed his eyes and brushed his fingers lightly over Gamzee's neck and jaw, his other hand going around the highblood's back and side. Once Gamzee had finished looking at the pattern of his back, and brought himself back around to look at him, he opened his eyes and looked into Gamzee's, though it wasn't very long before they fluttered closed again with the touch to his lips. "Tryin' not to make some undignified sounds right now," he admitted. "Tryin' not to get more worked up than I am," he added as he brought his hand around from Gamzee's waist, up his chest from under the shirt, simply admiring the feeling of the other's skin under his fingertips. "No tellin' what would happen if I let myself get more turned on."

That wasn't true. He knew exactly what would happen. He pulled away just enough to watch his hand's progress as he brought it up higher against Gamzee's chest, and then slipped closer once more to leave a kiss to his neck, brushing his lips up to Gamzee's ear, bringing them around the lobe delicately and moving to brush his teeth carefully against the curve of the highblood's jaw.

Gamzee let out a soft sound as his eyes closed at that, chuckling quietly and dragging his fingers through the hair at the nape of Eridan's neck, scratching back down the back of it gently then leaning back just long enough to pull his borrowed shirt back off to give Eridan free range of motion there at his chest. "And what if," he replied with a quiet laugh, "what if I felt like hearin' it anyway?"

Eridan smiled at the loss of the shirt, and ran his fingertips up the freshly exposed skin of Gamzee's chest and shoulders, over his thin but strong arms, simply looking him over with faint wonder and delight. "Things would go headlong into consummation of the flushed, an' I don't know how ready I am for that." He had thought he was until the very moment it became a distinct possibility, and although he was enjoying what they were doing right then, the thought of going much farther than that was enough to bring him both glowing brighter, and becoming more nervous.

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