Moments Like These

Gamzee was slumped back against the couch, humming along to one of the comercials playing on the TV, grinning like a doof. Karkat was lying on the older man's abdomen, glaring up at the ceiling and sometimes toward the television when Gamzee made a stupid comment here or there. Despite his feigned irritation, Karkat was completely at ease, and knew his best friend was well aware of such.

They enjoyed rare moments like these. Moments where Karkat wasn't shouting and raving, where Gamzee was free from over-intoxication and gigs. Moments where the two could simply relax like the overly-intimate best bros they were.

Karkat's half lidded eyes widened a bit when he felt Gamzee's hands messing with his hair, though he said nothing as he allowed them to sag nearly closed once more. With all of his sleep deprivation, the calm warmth was making staying awake increasingly difficult. The addition of Gamzee's gentle tugs and strokes of his hair weren't helping matters.

So he allowed his eyes to shut, instead focusing on the soft touches. There was a certain rhythm to his movements, so what was he-? Karkat only had to think for a moment longer before he realized Gamzee was braiding and unbrading his hair systematically. Just an idle little thing he did while watching World's Dumbest, a few raspy chuckles here or there when something especially idiotic played out.

"Aw man, did you see that one, motherfuckin' best friend?" He inquired, sitting up a bit with a huge, toothy grin as he brushed Karkat's bangs from his face so he could meet the narrowed red eyes laying beneath them.

"No," Karkat replied simply, flatly.

Gamzee chuckled again, shifting so his shoulderblades were against the arm of the couch rather than his head; pulling the small boy up along with him so he could wrap his arms around the slim body. Karkat put up no argument, resting his head on Gamzee's shoulder.

He turned his head, nuzzling in against the older man's messy black curls and tan neck. Despite the smell of drugs and the muggy streets below that usually clung to Gamzee, there was still a certain scent purely him. Karkat would never tell him, but he had come to treasure that simple little smell. It was one of the best things about Gamzee's hand-me-downs, especially on a bad day.

Makara tilted his head with a soft hum of comfortable acknowledgement as  Karkat pressed a light, rather pointless kiss against his Adam's Apple. He sighed, turning onto his side so he could loop his arms around Gamzee's neck and rebury his face in the crook of the man's neck.

They sat that way for a long while, Gamzee watching his show and Karkat simply enjoying his presence. Occasionally, he would feel the need to retell one of the accidents or idiots, his smile extraordinally large  whenever he could coax a small laugh from Karkat. Which would, in turn, end with them both smiling like idiots.

Karkat didn't much mind, though. He'd never admit it, but moments like these were probably his favorites.