♑ ♥ ♐ | I'll take you just the way you are

[420]

Who: Gamzee and Equius
Where: In the bedroom.
When: Backdated to monday evening after their talk with Darkleer and Gamzee talking to Signless
Style: Fuck your brackets.
Status: closed





GOOD LUCK!

Gamzee glances over that last message send by Signless with a relaxed smile, letting his SFC dangle from his fingers, perched in a loose mess of too long limbs on the window sill of their bedroom. There isn't really a breeze outside, not like there is up on the island or there had been back on his beach, but the small difference in temperature between outside and inside is enough to prickle his bared skin anyway. And he's got a lot of that. Well more than normal, at least; he's wearing no more than what he normally wears to sleep in: a pair of his own boxer-shorts and one of Equius' old tank-tops, one of those just torn enough that Equius can't wear it as normal anymore, but still together enough that he can get away with it as jammies.

Talking with Signless sure had helped mellow things out for him, and make things make sense in his pan. Darkleer had been all sorts of fuckin' helpful too, but there was no adult troll as relaxing as Signless. You couldn't beat Signless to a relax-off. He simply was the best there is.

Either way, that leaves just one thing he still wants to do, that he told Signless he was going to do: talk to Equius. They're in this together, after all. No need to keep any stuff hidden between the two of them. They are motherfuckin' matesprits. They are supposed to be open.

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[420]

Oh.

Man, sex is awkward, why does anyone wanna do it.

Oh. Right. Orgasms.

"You wanna do that?"

[stayb100ponyboy]

"We could. You know... so we had one. Just in case."

[420]

"Yeah! Just in case."

Better than everything lining up perfect-wise for that fuckin' miracle and them being without, right?

[stayb100ponyboy]

Yes, this is a good plan, and Equius relaxes a little.

"And then, when we're ready, we'll have one."

[420]

He nods a little, before - "You should probably all be the motherfucker to be hanging onto that. Uh. My sylladex done gets kinda... you know..."

He motions a little with his hand. Capricious is a good word for it.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Capricious" would be putting it kindly.

Equius nods. "You should ask Darkleer about your sylladex. He helped me fix mine so I can get what I want, when I want it. He could probably help you with yours too."

[420]

"Naw, I'm being cool with mine all being like this. Not all shit should be fuckin' perfect. And I'm just figuring if something ain't all ready to fuckin' come, then maybe those miracles ain't ready to all be yet."

Plus Darkleer would probably table-flip trying to fix Gamzee's sylladex.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Anyone but Gamzee would table-flip, trying to deal with his sylladex.

"So... do you want to go get one, then?" Might as well do it now, while they're both feeling brave.

[420]

"Like... right now?"

He'll have to put on some pants. Darkleer is really obsessed with him wearing pants for some reason. And well, at least if they go at this time of night, there won't be many other people around, right? Less of a chance of running into one of their troll friends and making the entire venture really fuckin' embarrassing.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius has had exactly the same idea. "We're less likely to run into anyone if we go now." He shrugs. "It's not like the locals will know anyway..."

Except they might, if they saw Signless' post about the birds and the buckets. But let's not talk about that.

[420]

Humans can be mindbogglingly blind to the sexy ongoings of aliens. Maybe they will think they are just really into cleaning bathrooms or something.

Pushing up, he downs the last of his tea. Liquid courage, you know. Somehow. "Shit. I'm like all gonna be needing some fuckin' pants for this."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius stands up. He feels better now; they have A Plan. It might be a shaky one, but it is still A Plan.

"You put some pants on; I'll take the cups downstairs and wash them." Thank god for silicone. "I'll meet you down there."

[420]

They do have a plan! A really shaky, vague, almost-sort-of plan.

Gamzee ducks up to press a kiss to Equius' cheek, automatically reaching up to wipe away the black make-up print with his thumb. Hey, you wear make-up all day, every day and you learn this shit. "Aight. Just gimme up and like a few fuckin' secs."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius snags his glasses and puts them back on, but not before treating Gamzee to a rare eyebrow waggle.

"You take all the secs you need."

Badumtish. Then, cups in hand, he heads down to the kitchen, quickly washing them out and leaving them to dry in the sink.

[420]

Gamzee blinks at the eyebrow waggle, and it isn't until after a few seconds, once Equius is already out of the room, his brain catches up to what was said. "Hey."

He's laughing though. Still laughing when he digs around for a pair of pants. He finally finds the ones he had been wearing earlier --probably-- and hey, whatever, they still smell and look clean enough for one more late night outing. He tugs them on, though he doesn't bother to change out of his tank top, still pulling the drawstrings tight as he descends the stairs.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius hears Gamzee start laughing as he's going down the stairs, and he smiles; he's not always very good at jokes, and it makes him happy when he can make Gamzee laugh like that.

When Gamzee comes to meet him in the kitchen, he cocks an eyebrow at the shirt he's wearing. "Are you sure you want to wear that shirt out?"

It has his sign on it, Gamzee. That's fine at home, but it's kind of a big deal to be seen wearing another troll's sign out in public.

[420]

"Huh?" Gamzee's eyes jerk down immediately, brushing his hands over his shirt, dislodging some muffin crumbs. "Fuck, I ain't got it all stained and shit, right?"

He really really doesn't care about wearing Equius' sign out in public. He already wear his sign, though on a mostly hidden necklace, but it all feels the same to him.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"No, it just... you know what? Never mind." If he had a shirt of Gamzee's that actually fit him, he'd go change into it and they'd wear them out together. Instead, he stoops forward and shakes his head a bit, dislodging the necklace with Gamzee's sign so it sits on his chest, bright and proud.

He offers Gamzee his hand. "Shall we?"

[420]

Gamzee takes his hand, squeezing it firmly, leaning against Equius' solid shoulder. "Yeah. Lets go."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius leads Gamzee out of the house and through the quiet streets of Vatheon. He's not walking fast, but he's not exactly dawdling, either; just a peaceful, friendly stroll. To buy a sex toy.

Because of all his robotics work, Equius is very familiar with the various home improvement stores in the area, and he takes Gamzee to Lowe Tides. Once inside, he pauses and looks up at the aisle markers.

[420]

Humans must be the most bizarre species in the universe, keeping buckets in a place like this. But at least it will make it stand out less?

He peers around, before glancing at Equius. "Which way next?"

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Uh... cleaning supplies, I think? I think that's what humans use them for." Equius gestures. "That way."

[420]

"Kinda all makes a motherfucker get his wonder on for if they do any fuckin' funny business with their motherfuckin' bristle-sticks too."

Humans. Weirdoes. Seriously, do they do anything with brooms? Gamzee might not want to touch one again. Ever.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Gamzee!"

Oh god, Equius doesn't want to know! And yet... he also kind of does. What are brooms for, anyway?

Shaking his head to clear the thought, Equius bravely walks down the cleaning supplies aisle, passing the trash bags, giving the brooms a serious side-eye, side-eyeing the mops too because hey, they are probably the broom's accomplices... and then there they are. Rows and rows of buckets, in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

"Whoah."

[420]

Gamzee thuds into him. He hadn't been watching where he was going, far too busy giving some serious eyeing to those brooms. Rubbing his nose, he straightens up, glancing in the direction Equius is staring in and--

Oh fuck, it is like they are in Alternia's finest sex store.

He thinks. He has never been to Alternia's finest sex store. Or any sex store. hell, any kind of Alternian store for that matter. But the point is. The point is that if he would've ever visited one of Alternia's finest sex stores, he is pretty sure it would've looked just like this. Probably. After all, all those buckets. That's... what they have in sex stores, right? Lots of buckets.

Yep.

Oh man, he needs a towel.