#gamzjohn

At first the smell overwhelmed you. His smell dominates the apartment he shares with his best friend. (That is, your best friend's boyfriend.) Within five minutes, You wanted to throw all the windows open, and air the place out. After an hour, you actually needed to step outside for some air. Dave accompanies you, to smoke a cigarette. ('Dave, that's not helping.' He just shrugs and blows the smoke straight up in the air.)

You're reluctant to go back in. Not because you don't want to get to know Dave's boyfriend better, or anything!! You just... You drag your feet on the way back up, and Dave stops you half way up the second. "If you feel like a third wheel, you don't have to stay, man." And he looks over his shades in a way that you know is sincere. "What? It's fine!" You actually kind of enjoy Tavros' company. He's really geeky and you two can discuss the finer points of a few choice Matthew McConaughey films. Plus you've never actually seen Dave so... animated.

It's Gamzee that's the... well, not problem, but.... He doesn't seem to know what personal space boundries are. He's frequently sprawled all over Tavros, when you'd seen them before. You speculate that with Dave present, Gamzee has decided latching onto you is the next best thing. He'll drape an arm over your shoulders, and lean heavily on you, if the two of you are standing around. You're strong enough to support the added weight, but he's still at least half a foot taller than you and the first time he did it without warning, it nearly resulted in disaster.

He has this way of settling onto the couch and slowly encroaching into your space, somehow. You still haven't figured how he does it.

You're not timid, you make sarcastic remarks or make passing jabs at him in retaliation but he either doesn't catch them or just let's them slide on by.

He doesn't take no for an answer. Once he gets an idea into his head, he makes it happen. It's usually such simple things like,

"Hey man, want a drink? maybe some motherfuckin' faygo?"

"No, it's okay."

"Really? It's seriously made of miracles."

And despite your protests you end up with a faygo in hand.

And that's sort of how you ended up making out like a pair of horny teenagers in the kitchen. You're not even sure how it happened. One second, the two of you are actually having a conversation (Details are blurry), and the next his lips are on yours, and your hands are ensnared in his hair, and-

You shove him half way across the room the moment you hear footsteps approaching and he doesn't seem too offended. Actually, he can apparently read your mind, because Dave walks in and everything is so casual.

All of the casual. Dave isn't suspicious at all, heading straight for the fridge and giving you a moment to swipe the back of your hand across your lips, making sure none of Gamzee's makeup transferred. Gamzee has sprawled himself onto a kitchen chair, and watches you lazily.

Okay so maybe Dave is a little suspicious, but he heads back to the living room with Tavros' drink without commenting on the awkward air in the room.

Guess you'll have to be more careful in the future.

Wait.