vatheon | When I wake up, the dream isn't done

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When I wake up, the dream isn't done

Who: Equius and Gamzee
When: the afternoon of July 1st
Where: the finished beach shack Equius made
Style: lovey-dovey-schmoopy-woopy
Status: closed

The one good thing about Gamzee being in a sleep coma was that it gave Equius plenty of time to work on the beach shack he's been making for them. He'd just leave Gamzee's sleeping body under the supervision of Nepeta or Tavros and head up to the island, where he'd absorb himself in his work. Now all that sweat equity has paid off; the shack is almost done! He's finished all the heavy lifting; now all that's left is to decorate it.

Hence why he is loaded down with containers of paint like a pack mule.

"Are we really going to use all these colors?"

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"I'm glad." Equius comes over and sits down next to him, dangling his feet off the edge. The tide is out, so the toes of his shoes brush against the damp sand.

They really should start painting. But this is so peaceful and quiet, he's in no hurry.

The paint and walls will still be there in a few minutes as well.

Reaching over, Gamzee wraps both his hands around one of Equius' broad, rough ones, pulling it onto his lap so he can just absently rub his thumb over his knuckles. He, meanwhile, leans over to catch Equius' lips in a slow, content kiss.

Really. Just a few minutes!

A few minutes spent kissing are a good few minutes!

Equius kisses Gamzee back, perfectly content and happy. As Gamzee rubs his knuckles, he moves his fingers, very slowly and carefully, in a waving motion. He's trying to wrap his fingers around Gamzee's hand, as best he can.

Gamzee laughs softly against his mouth, not pulling back. "Mmm, hold still."

Once Equius' fingers are still, he carefully threads their fingers together, giving Equius' hand a squeeze though he is not expecting one back. This is nice too.

He's doing it! He's holding Gamzee's hand!

Equius breaks the kiss for a moment to grin stupidly at Gamzee, then dives back in, kissing him hard and passionately. This is a major breakthrough!

Gamzee laughs, kissing back just as excitedly. He brings up his free hand to touch Equius' cheek, before brushing upward to slide his sunglasses up onto his forehead. Hey, it only took them a year to master this. They are so good.

A year of seriously hard work and training on Equius' part. Who knows, maybe next he'll graduate to being able to give hugs.

He kisses Gamzee for awhile, making that deep, rumbling sound in his chest that is almost, but not quite, a purr.

If Equius could learn how to give hugs that would be the best thing to Gamzee. He still has a few of those strength potions ferreted away for when they are needed, but if Equius could just hug him without all those shenanigans, that'd be amazing.

Once the kiss draws to its end, Gamzee pulls back, leaning his forehead against Equius', trapping his glasses between them. His free hand slides to the back of Equius' neck, cradling it in his long fingers. "Love you."

Hugs are a work in progress. For now, let's just be delighted with the hand-holding.

When Gamzee says that, Equius just melts. That's it, he's done, nothing but a big blue puddle on their beach house. Okay, not really, but if anyone else saw the look on his face right now, he'd be mortified. "I love you too."

Well, then it is a good thing they are far away from everything enough that nobody is going to see these horrific scenes of teenage-boys-in-ridiculously-schmoopy-love. Seriously. This is trying for even the most seasoned of romcom watchers.

He slowly strokes the back of Equius' neck, before, on impulse, rubbing their noses together. "You're like up and one of the best motherfuckin' things what did happen to me here."

This is worse than Glee Glub and Big School Musical all rolled together. Even Karkat would probably be hiding his eyes by now.

Equius is absurdly touched by that, so touched that he gives the hand he's holding the gentlest, faintest of squeezes, his fingers barely moving at all. "You too. You're one of the best things about being in Vatheon."

Karkat would just be retching on account of Equius being involved at all.

A squeeze is a squeeze! Even a most minute one like that. Gamzee's face brightens up further, both in reaction to that and to Equius' words, just rubbing his nose more enthusiastically against his. By the time this is over, Equius' nose will be all white, but that is the price you pay dating a clown.

Good thing they have an entire ocean right in front of them to wash of in, then. Besides, Equius wears his clown paint battlescars with pride.

He chuckles a little, feeling paint smear across his face. "Are we painting the house today, or are we painting me?"

Gamzee laughs. Yeah. Okay. He should focus. They came here to paint a house. "You'd look good with some motherfuckin' paint on your nug."

He is a master of focus.

"Do you want to paint my face?" The idea has occurred to Equius before, but he's never pursued it. Paint is pretty sacred to the followers of the Mirthful Messiahs, he knows, and he'd hate to be sacrilegious.

Well, there is levels to this sacrilege; designs he wouldn't be able to paint him, designs he could, even designs specifically for this purpose.

Tilting his head a little, Gamzee strokes his fingers over Equius' cheek. "You'd look good is what I'm thinkin'."

Equius tilts his head in a mostly unconscious mimic of Gamzee, enjoying the fingers on his cheek.

"If you want to do that sometime, you can."

Gamzee feels heat bubble all over in his chest. Kinda how he guesses it would feel to drink heated faygo, except he isn't drinking heated faygo, it's all stupid red as can be lovepity.

"Aight. I'd like that. A lot."

"I would too."

Equius ducks in for a quick kiss on the side of Gamzee's mouth, then tears himself away, standing up.

"Now let's paint this house, or it's never getting done."

Gamzee laughs, stretching for a moment, before scrambling to his over-sized feet. "Aight, aight. What we gotta do?"

from the looks of it, the walled in section that makes up the kitchen, the beams, the ceiling. Plenty of work, but they have enough stamina between the two of them, surely.

"We should start on the parts up high," Equius points to the ceiling and the beams, "then work our way to the parts lower down." He points to the walls of the kitchen and the pillars holding up the roof. "That way, if we spill or slop paint around, it will only get on the parts that we're going to paint later anyway."

Oh, mr Zahhak, oh. He loves it when you talk logic.

Gamzee nods in response to Equius' statements. If it had been up to him, he would've just started somewhere and gone at things haphazardly, leading to exactly the kind of things Equius is wanting to prevent. "Sounds motherfuckin' fair. So, how do we all reach up there?"

They are both tall but not that tall.

Equius bends down, squaring up his shoulders to make a broad, comfortable seat. "You get on my shoulders."

This is going to end with his hair full of paint, he just knows it.

This is a terrible, no good idea, that is just going to end with pain and tears and Equius' hair full of paint, and of course, Gamzee hops right up on Equius' shoulders. He hooks his legs underneath his arms for stability, resting one hand on top of his head. Shit. He is so fuckin' tall now.

Equius stays kneeling, having no trouble carrying Gamzee's weight on his shoulders.

"What color do you want?" He looks at the tins of paint dubiously, having no idea which to choose.

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