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[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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[princeofmelodrama]

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.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

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.

[princeofmelodrama]

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.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

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.

[princeofmelodrama]

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.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

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.

[princeofmelodrama]

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.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

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?"

[princeofmelodrama]

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.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee let him look for a moment, then laid his hands on Eridan's cheeks and turned his face back up, pressing his lips to the other's lightly. "Then we slow down 'n do somethin' else," he shrugged and wrapped his arms around Eridan's waist, simply holding him there without moving in either direction. He glanced back up at the game still playing in the background and winced as the character was smashed by the monster. "Think you just died," he murmured, bumping his head against Eridan's gently.

[princeofmelodrama]

Eridan looked relieved before he wrapped his arms back around Gamzee's shoulders and left another kiss to Gamzee's lips, pressing it deeper with a murmur of "Don't care; I saved." He was more interested in being able to kiss Gamzee, anyway. And although he wasn't particularly interested in going over that precipice that led to pailing, he was willing to toe the line and find out exactly how far he could take it before he had to back away.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee smiled widely against his lips and draped his arms around Eridan's shoulders, enjoying the skin contact and especially the kisses, pressing teasing little pecks to Eridan's lips then deepening it further until he could feel the tip of his tongue and meeting it with his own with a quiet sigh, finally starting to turn faintly purple across the tops of his ears out of sheer pleasure in the moment. He kept his hands there on either side of Eridan's neck with his thumbs resting in front of his earfins, cradling his head easily.

[princeofmelodrama]

Eridan had put his hand back around to the back of Gamzee's nack, lightly holding himself close as he brought his tongue up against Gamzee's, letting out a soft whimper of sound through his nose at the new sensation, his heart starting to pound once again. He moved his other hand up to brush up against Gamzee's ear, lightly teasing against the shell before he dragged his nail carefully and lightly in a line down the other's neck. He was perfectly content with this, just for the moment, though he knew there was so much more he could explore, and he still hadn't made up his mind on any of it. He felt himself getting worked up again and with a little tighter of a grip on Gamzee's neck and withdrawal of his tongue, coaxing Gamzee's into his own mouth, he let out another muffled sound.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee gladly followed the motion and canted his head to fit his mouth more firmly against Eridan's, his hands moving down to lie against his back and hold him close, keeping him from moving away as he absorbed himself in the kiss. He didn't seem to need to come up for air for several minutes, only pulling away when he started to get light-headed. There were tiny nicks in his lips where they had accidentally been caught by the sharp points of Eridan's teeth, having gone unnoticed until he licked his lips and finally registered the sting. He cracked a soft, crooked smile and rubbed his thumb across Eridan's lip, the blush across his ears extending to the tops of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"Smells like plums," he commented with a soft smirk, his finger crooked under Eridan's chin, keeping him looking up.

[princeofmelodrama]

He couldn't look down and with that option gone, he didn't bother to look away, either. He simply brushed his tongue against the tip and pad of Gamzee's thumb, simply to tease, and because it was there. He murmured, "I suppose I should be sorry I'm gettin' so into this," he said with a shake of his head, before he leaned back to catch his breath, "but I really see no point a bein' apologetic for somethin' we're both enjoyin'." He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as they'd slipped down over the past few minutes, and apparently gained a few smudges, which he wrinkled his nose at before simply removing them.

It wasn't like he was planning on focusing on anything more than three feet away from him, anyway.

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee took the glasses and folded them before laying them down beside the forgotten bowls on the table behind him, turning his attention back to Eridan and pressing his lips to the center of the other's forehead. He gave him another soft, lingering kiss before easing back and crossing his legs, taking Eridan's hands and rubbing his thumbs across his palms.

"Pretty sure I ain't ever been this motherfuckin' flushed for someone before," he said quietly, looking down at their hands between them. "You're prob'ly gonna have to help me out with this too. Pretty sure I was absent the day we were supposed to go over quadrants in Health."

[princeofmelodrama]

Eridan smiled as he felt his pulse race at the words and he laced his fingers with Gamzee's as best he could. "To tell you the truth, I didn't pay much attention to it, myself. An' anyway, I'm pretty shit at them. All I'm able to say is that I'm convinced I haven't been flushed 'til now, an' now that I am, when I had said I'd been, I was lyin' to myself." He smiled as he brought Gamzee's hand to his cheek, marveling in the slight difference in temperature they had between them. The warmth of the highblood's hand felt good on his skin. "Usually when it comes to quadrants, I ask Cro, but I'm startin' to think he has even less a an idea what the fuck they're all about than I do."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Gamzee wrinkled his nose but chuckled and draped the other arm around Eridan's shoulders, pulling him forward and nuzzling against his cheek gingerly, smiling brightly at him. "Great, guess we're just gonna have to motherfuckin' suck at quadrants together, huh?"

[princeofmelodrama]

With his hands on Gamzee's sides, he smiled sincerely, "Well, I wouldn't say we suck at it, we're simply not going to know what we're doin'. At least matespritship looks good on us," or would, if they consummated it, which was a few steps ahead for Eridan, and he was definitely planning on getting to that once he was able to get over the minor setbacks of not exactly knowing how to go about it.

He brushed his fingers across Gamzee's cheek and shook his head with a chuckle. "This wasn't how I was plannin' this week to turn out at all. It's exceeded my every expectation."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

"I'd say that's a good thing," Gamzee chuckled and turned his head to press his lips against Eridan's fingers, giving him an identical smile. He honestly didn't seem to care one way or the other if they ever managed to get around to consummating anything, simply pleased to be here at all. He pecked Eridan's lips again then his chin and down the front of his throat again, growling playfully as he mouthed it then nuzzled against Eridan's chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

[princeofmelodrama]

The mouth against his throat made Eridan tip his head back with a low chuckle, before he sprawled out and simply laid with Gamzee's head against his chest. He still had a pretty strong buzz going, and it was starting to get into that lull of drowsiness now that his glasses were off and he was at ease. "At least if we go back to school tomorrow, it'll only be one day." He doubted he would, actually. It would be Friday, and he could just as easily call in to get his assignments from the school and work on them while holed up. By then, he knew, the cold would get into his chest and he'd be far more likely to want to die than to move from his bed. Even the cocoon was a bit of a problem when he was sick.

He sighed a little. "Hate missin' so many days a school. But I doubt bein' sick would do me any favors in class."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

"Prob'ly end up makin' others sick if you did," Gamzee added, sniffing quietly. The soup was only a temporary fix and while they both felt better now, it was likely that they would both be rather miserable before the end of the day. He pressed his cheek against Eridan's stomach with his arms still draped around him loosely, glancing toward the door then up at the clock. It was barely noon and it was drizzling outside and moving felt like a near impossibility now that he was really comfortable.

[princeofmelodrama]

With a brush of his fingers over Gamzee's shoulders and neck, he yawned silently and then burrowed faintly against the other, smiling hazily while he brushed Gamzee's dreads off to one side of his neck so he could continue caressing his skin. "If I'm going to lay so many low, it won't be out of my own inability to stay healthy for a winter," he said with a huff of a chuckle.

His fingers slipped against the long shell of Gamzee's ear again, and Eridan closed his eyes, sighing merrily. "Once we wake up again, I'm goin' to want to do a whole lot more a what we just were doin'."

[cookinglikeamotherfucker]

Looking back up at him, Gamzee dragged the tip of his nail along the center of Eridan's chest, smiling to himself. "Gonna give me some idea what you want or am I gonna have to be all up and motherfuckin' wingin' it?" he chuckled quietly, taking one of Eridan's hands and fiddling with his fingers.

[princeofmelodrama]

"I just like kissin' you, though I'm pretty sure you know what else was rilin' me up," Eridan said with a long, gentle scratch to the back of Gamzee's neck. "Seems like you go straight for the gills," he murmured, briefly lighting up at the thought. "I'm not opposed to goin' further than we did, too," he mumbled quietly as he started to slowly drift off into a doze, "just for the record." Heavy petting was just fine for Eridan, though he'd be more than a little paranoid that they'd get caught in the act and he'd have to explain himself, and possibly die of a case of fatal embarrassment.