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Bringing up baby

WHO: Gamzee and Tavros
TONE: Goofy and silly, later swoony
RATING: PG-13 to R, possibly, depending
WHEN: Feb 9th through the egg event
WHERE: Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall
WHAT: Various egg shenanigans with the boys
STATUS: Ongoing

Gamzee hurries over to the Hufflepuff table - well, hurry is a relative term for him, he ambles a little more quickly than usual - holding a small wooden box close to his chest. Wisps of cottonb stick out every which way, and he sets it down next to Tavros as he spots the other boy, squeezing in next to him much to the annoyance of one of the younger boy's Housemates.

"I got it, bro, check it out!" he declares proudly, setting the box down, where the tiny snake egg is nestled in amongst all the cotton.

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From the way Gamzee's reacting, he doesn't seem to be bad at it? The Slytherin certainly seems pleased, and one hand roams up and down Tavros's back as he makes another low sound into the kiss, and it seems like his hand might even wander lower-

A loud throat clearing interrupts the pair, and then several horrified looks from other Huffleuffs at the table who have been forced to bear witness to this impromptu make-out session. Gamzee lifts his head with slightly dazed eyes, but there's a brief moment when they narrow and look remarkably sharp as he fixes the unfortunate interrupting student with a hard look.

He laughs lightly, happily, arching up into that hand as best he can, his lowerbody mostly immobile without his concentration being pointed in that direction. He's too focused on trying to make Gamzee happy than anything else for the time being.

Tavros is shocked so hard out of his daze that he almost forgets how to breath, his chest twisting from how hard his heart is pounding. How can he have forgotten where he is like that? O-oh god. He's never going to live this down, is he?

Regardless of his own paranoid fears, he doesn't pull away from Gamzee. For the Slytherin he'll take whatever ridicule the world wants to try and throw at him.

Gamzee's never felt much shame about public make-outs - the only concern is one of the teachers noticing and coming to reprimand them. That, and any of the motherfuckers at this here table making his boy feel like less than the beautiful, shining dude that he is. So he keeps his arms wrapped around Tavros, staring down the other Hufflepuff as though daring him to say anything.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he murmurs to Tavros, and the very thought of going anywhere private with the younger boy is enough to accelerate the pace of the stirring in his pants. "Somewhere there ain't no motherfuckers to get all jealous and be trying to break this up."

"O-okay." Class is over already, right? He has mind enough to gather up the box with their snake baby but he can't bring himself to look at his classmates. He'd been having so much trouble accepting the fact that he liked guys and now he he's kissing one in front of the whole class and it's bewildering.

They do say love makes you do strange things.

"Where, uh... do you want to go?" He keeps his eyes on Gamzee, trying to ignore the feel of his classmates stares.

The astronomy tower is out this time of day, and a broom closet is probably a little too unclassy right now, even if it is convenient. Where would they put the snake, anyway? "That alcove on the fourth floor, all by that weird statue of that motherfucker with the crazy hat?"

It's really only a window ledge, but it's deep, and there are curtains that can be drawn. As long as someone doesn't pull them back, they should be fine ... right? Gamzee has to reign in his urge just to try and grope Tavros right here and now - that's not what you do with a sweet brother like the Hufflepuff, and anyway, if this is all real and not a dream, he's got time. But a little more making out would be nice. Really nice.

Tavros nodded and gathered his things. The potion may have made him love Gamzee, and be completely devoted to him, but it doesn't negate the fears he had prior. Like everything else he gets made fun of for, he doesn't try to renounce or hide from it, just from the people that might hurt him for it.

He curls his arm around one of Gamzee's once they stand, needing the support as much as he wanted it, especially if they're going to make a hasty retreat.

The taller boy seems to support whatever weight Tavros wants to put on him easily, his own long arm wrapped around the Hufflepuff's waist, so that it can be used to cling to and to give a little support from behind. He nuzzles at Tavros's hair, apparently oblivious now to any whispered snide comments or laughter, and he walks with his friend out of the class, heading for the castle and the stairs up to the fourth floor.

"I think this might be the best motherfuckin' day ever," he says thoughtfully, as they walk. "I'd been thinking shit like this was never gonna happen, and here I been brewing those negative vibes up in my pan for no reason!"

When they get to the stairs he shifts his grip so he can hold on a bit more firmly as they start to make their way up, staying close as the staircase swings around to change direction. Tavros was able to relax more without people staring at them, and he smiles up at Gamzee, nervous but excited too.

"I think... I know how you feel."

"Yeah?" Gamzee asks, looking down at the smaller boy, trying to take the stairs slow enough so that he won't fall. Frankly, he'd like to scoop the other boy up in his arms and just run with him, but even the normallt spacey Slytherin realizes that might not be the best thing to do to an already embarrassed Tavros in public. "Were you all worrying about it, too?"

"I think worrying, is the thing I am most adept at doing, out of everything." He's okay now, content to breath in all the odd and not all legal scents that Gamzee carried on him at any given moment. Tavros moved as swiftly as he was comfortable, just wanting to spend some time alone with him.

The taller boy laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess that's kind of your motherfuckin' specialty."

They mounted the last set of stairs, then headed down the hall to the little alcove Gamzee had been thinking of. "You don't got to worry about this, though, yeah? Because this is rock solid, ain't a thing what can shake it."

Tavros just smiles and looks up at Gamzee with a huge, heartfelt expression. He's never been so in love, so devoted. It makes everything else seem like a non-issue, no where near as important as the taller boy next to him. Not ever. "I trust you."

The Slytherin grins back, his heart just about full up with how much he adores this kid. Seeing no one around, he gives in to his impulse and scoops the smaller boy up, braces and all, to set him on the window ledge, then crawls in after him, drawing the curtains behind them. Of course, anyone outside can see them in the window, but he doubts many people are going to be staring up here.

Gamzee leans forward on his knees, one hand braced on the stone as he closes the distance between himself and the Hufflepuff. "Now. Where the motherfuck were we?"

Tavros lets out a tiny, almost-squeak as he's hoisted up and set back down with a clank against the stone. He pulls himself as deep into the alcove as he could to make room for Gamzee. Setting their snake baby down out of the way, he turns his attention back to where it's supposed to be.

He chews on his lip, face turning brilliant shades of red already and they haven't even done anything yet. It's clear he's nervous. No amount of love spellery could change first time makeout jitters. "I think maybe, you wanted to kiss me?"

"Oh, hell yes," Gamzee murmurs fervently as he reaches out for the other boy's face. His fingers stroke along Tavros's cheeks, then settle at his jaw as the Slytherin leans in and presses their lips together without any further preamble. He licks into the smaller boy's mouth eagerly, trying to pick up where they left off with an excited hum. Part of him can barely believe he's doing this - making out with Tavros Nitram on a window ledge? It's almost too cool to be really happening.

Tavros makes a startled little sound, but falls right back into the kiss. His arms curl up around Gamzee's shoulders, clutching tight at his shirt. The pounding of his heart is so loud he could hear it clear as day in the back of his own head. He's desperate as much as he's nervous, and so very, very happy.

Bracing his hands on the stone so as not to just push Tavros back and climb on top of him (though isn't that a tempting thought?), Gamzee makes everything deep and a little sloppy. It's probably a good thing he's not allowed to wear his make-up in class, or the Hufflepuff would be smeared with it from nose to chin from the way the older boy moves his mouth, fitting them together in as many different ways as he can think of.

Gamzee's kisses are heated and near desperate himself, and he doesn't even think to slow down so as not to overwhelm the other boy - it all just feels way to good for that, and if it feels good for him, it must for Tavros, too, right? It's easy for Gamzee to forget that not only is he older and farther along in puberty than Tavros, but he also has a rather voracious libido that outpaces most people he knows.

He does get a bit overwhelmed in the beginning, trying desperately to be able to keep up with him. It's not something he blames Gamzee for, never. Obviously it's his own failings that are the problem. So he just holds on and pulls in little gasps of air when he finds a moment to breathe.

It's far from unenjoyable though. He's young and small compared to Gamzee but he's like a puppy eager to please, wanting so much to make the older boy happy so he won't ever leave. Tavros is tired of being sad and alone, and now he finally has someone that loves him and thats all he ever really wanted.

Finally, finally the older boy comes up for air. His pupils are wide and dilated, his lips swollen and shiny with spit, and his expression is rapturously enamored as he stares at Tavros from only a few inches away.

"Oh, damn," he murmurs, "Damn, damn but that's good. You like it? Is it okay?"

Tavros looks much the same, though closer to bewildered and entranced. His heart is rushing so hard that he actually worried he might pass out from it. He smiles though, pulling his fingers out of Gamzee's hair so the tips of them can run along the older boy's face, touching him delicately with a lingering bit of amazement.

He nods, actually laughing softly because that seemed like a really silly question to ask. "I love it, actually." Nerves and all.

"Good, because I don't want to be stopping," Gamzee admits, tilting his face into those gentle hands. Then he gives in to his urge and throws his leg over Tavros's lap, so that he's perching on the smaller boy's thighs. He's careful not to put his full weight down, mindful of the braces, but he wants to get closer, and this is the best way he can think of how.

"Ever, but I guess a motherfucker's got to eat and piss sometimes," he adds thoughtfully, before leaning down to start in on the kissing again, just as deep, but this time a little slower, savoring it now that he knows Tavros isn't going to push him away.

The position only serves to make Tavros feel that much smaller, but he's far from complaining. He leans up into the kiss, using Gamzee's shoulders as leverage to even lift himself up into it a bit. With the amount of spills he's taken in the braces, they'd probably be fine with the Slytherin sitting on them, but that's not even remotely a thought that's coming to mind.

Nor is the fact that they ran out of class and it had been pretty obvious what they'd planned on doing and nobody would have been wrong.

Raising his hands to cup Tavros's face, the older boy moved from one long, deep kiss to several smaller, sloppy kisses which makes the soft noises he's making more obvious, whenever their lips part briefly. There's also something hard and stiff poking the Hufflepuff in the stomach - wearing baggy pants with his robes open is not a great way to keep an errant boner under control, even though Gamzee's not trying to rub up against Tavros or even press up to him.

It doesn't exactly register at first what's poking him, but he's not that far off himself when it comes to physical reactions. He's never had this before, never been this close to someone. But his own pants are far tighter and have his braces strapped over him, making it far less obvious for the younger boy.

He doesn't quite get it until his hands trail down Gamzee's sides to his hips and he notices the way his pants and rober are pulling and- oh. Oh.

When their kiss breaks he bites his lips and glances down, as though his face isn't read enough already. If Gamzee wants something.. more, he won't complain. He's nervous as hell but when Tavros is in love, he'll do anything to make the object of his affections happy.

Gamzee's just looking down at the Hufflepuff's face, and it takes him a moment or two to realize why the other boy might be blushing - he glances down himself, and then chuckles sheepishly.

"Oh, damn, sorry, bro," he says in a soft, rueful voice. "I didn't be meaning for that to happen, it's just, you know, you're so motherfuckin' fine, makes me wanna holler improprieties, you know?"

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