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QUACKITARL•nsfw•🏳️🌈
BEWARE OF SEXUAL CONTENT
© Tad_Lestrange
Karl sat at the desk in his dorm room, his phone flat on the surface in front of him, the screen staying defiantly dormant. His leg was bouncing up and down as picked as his fingers, before giving in and tapping the screen for what could have been the 10th time, checking the time and seeing if he got any notifications. 10:43, no new notifications.
you got me afraid again
He stood up and walked over to his closet, desperate to distract himself, and settled on staring at himself in the body mirror, trying to make sure he looked fine, even though he had been showered, dressed, and ready to go out for about 30 minutes now, and had already picked over his appearance the entire time. He ran his hand through his hair, and tried to smooth it over for a few moments, before deciding he was making it worse and re-tousling it again. He frowned. Not like he was bad-looking, he thought, but he definitely wasn't good enough, not effortlessly cute like George was, otherwise he would be getting texted right now.
so let me just pray again
He threw a pity glance back over to his desk, and right as he did, the screen miraculously decided to light up ang give the text tone. He couldn't contain a smile, and rushed over, tripping on his feet and grabbing his phone to open it and check the message.
Sappy 10:45PM- I'm soooooooo bored, do you want to watch a movie or something
He stared at the message, and his heart sank. Not that he wouldn't want to watch a movie with his roommate, Sapnap, he would actually be so inclined to say yes if he just wasn't waiting on someone else to text him at the moment. He pouted at his phone screen, his finger hovering above the message bar. He didn't actually know for sure if he was going out tonight, more of a very desperate hope, so he didn't know how to reply. Going on 11, there actually was little chance he was going out anyway, so he waivered for a second, considering.
But his phone vibrated again, right when he was giving up all hope, and gave him exactly what he wanted. He grabbed his keys from the desk and walked to the door grinning, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He started texting back the two on his way out his room.
Sappy 10:45PM- I'm soooooooo bored, do you want to watch a movie or something
karl :) 10:46PM- im literally leaving now but please accept my raincheck :)
He crossed the living room quickly, glad Sapnap was presumably still in his room and thankfully too lazy to get up and talk to him face-to-face, he didn't want to think up somewhere of where he was going, as he hastily opened his other message and slipped out.
BIG Q 10:46PM- come over
karl :) 10:46PM- on my way
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The drive to Quackity's house was clockwork at this point. He had gotten good at predicting what days he would likely tell him to come over, days after he and George had into a fight of course, times when George was off-campus visiting family or whatever, usually Thursday nights like tonight when he would get drunk or high because he didn't have Friday classes. Deep down Karl knew that was shitty, that he was only called upon when Quackity didn't have the company of his own boyfriend, but on the surface he was much too giddy about the attention he got to even care.
He could handle only being needed on certain nights and then driving 10 minutes off-campus late at night and going to the back door to make sure none of his neighbors saw him, because none of that really mattered when he opened the door for him and for the entire rest of the night had his focus on just him and nobody else.
Karl smiled at him in the chilly October night, his heart pounding with excitement. He didn't want to look so desperate, but he really couldn't help it when Quackity looked so effortlessly sexy. He was obviously high, if his stupid smirk and obvious aroma of a just finished blunt were anything to go by, and he offered him no words as he stepped aside and let Karl walk in past him to the basement door which was already open. The other male was on his heels behind him, following him down to his room which was only illuminated by his now purple LED lights, and humming softly to the music he had playing.
"That's probably the fastest response I've ever gotten from you, you were up waiting for me, yeah?" Quackity asked with a grin, and Karl moved forward to sit on his bed so he didn't have to see him and let him see his face, now flushed from being called out like that.
"I just...happened to be ready," he mumbled, sitting on the front of Quackity's bed, one leg folded under himself and staring up at him, "didn't want to keep you waiting..." he trailed off, realizing how absolutely needy he sounded. Quackity just hummed and smiled down at him, smiled like he knew something Karl didn't, like he was planning something sinful. Karl's heart quickened again, and he waited patiently...
© Tad_Lestrange
Karl sat at the desk in his dorm room, his phone flat on the surface in front of him, the screen staying defiantly dormant. His leg was bouncing up and down as picked as his fingers, before giving in and tapping the screen for what could have been the 10th time, checking the time and seeing if he got any notifications. 10:43, no new notifications.
you got me afraid again
He stood up and walked over to his closet, desperate to distract himself, and settled on staring at himself in the body mirror, trying to make sure he looked fine, even though he had been showered, dressed, and ready to go out for about 30 minutes now, and had already picked over his appearance the entire time. He ran his hand through his hair, and tried to smooth it over for a few moments, before deciding he was making it worse and re-tousling it again. He frowned. Not like he was bad-looking, he thought, but he definitely wasn't good enough, not effortlessly cute like George was, otherwise he would be getting texted right now.
so let me just pray again
He threw a pity glance back over to his desk, and right as he did, the screen miraculously decided to light up ang give the text tone. He couldn't contain a smile, and rushed over, tripping on his feet and grabbing his phone to open it and check the message.
Sappy 10:45PM- I'm soooooooo bored, do you want to watch a movie or something
He stared at the message, and his heart sank. Not that he wouldn't want to watch a movie with his roommate, Sapnap, he would actually be so inclined to say yes if he just wasn't waiting on someone else to text him at the moment. He pouted at his phone screen, his finger hovering above the message bar. He didn't actually know for sure if he was going out tonight, more of a very desperate hope, so he didn't know how to reply. Going on 11, there actually was little chance he was going out anyway, so he waivered for a second, considering.
But his phone vibrated again, right when he was giving up all hope, and gave him exactly what he wanted. He grabbed his keys from the desk and walked to the door grinning, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He started texting back the two on his way out his room.
Sappy 10:45PM- I'm soooooooo bored, do you want to watch a movie or something
karl :) 10:46PM- im literally leaving now but please accept my raincheck :)
He crossed the living room quickly, glad Sapnap was presumably still in his room and thankfully too lazy to get up and talk to him face-to-face, he didn't want to think up somewhere of where he was going, as he hastily opened his other message and slipped out.
BIG Q 10:46PM- come over
karl :) 10:46PM- on my way
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The drive to Quackity's house was clockwork at this point. He had gotten good at predicting what days he would likely tell him to come over, days after he and George had into a fight of course, times when George was off-campus visiting family or whatever, usually Thursday nights like tonight when he would get drunk or high because he didn't have Friday classes. Deep down Karl knew that was shitty, that he was only called upon when Quackity didn't have the company of his own boyfriend, but on the surface he was much too giddy about the attention he got to even care.
He could handle only being needed on certain nights and then driving 10 minutes off-campus late at night and going to the back door to make sure none of his neighbors saw him, because none of that really mattered when he opened the door for him and for the entire rest of the night had his focus on just him and nobody else.
Karl smiled at him in the chilly October night, his heart pounding with excitement. He didn't want to look so desperate, but he really couldn't help it when Quackity looked so effortlessly sexy. He was obviously high, if his stupid smirk and obvious aroma of a just finished blunt were anything to go by, and he offered him no words as he stepped aside and let Karl walk in past him to the basement door which was already open. The other male was on his heels behind him, following him down to his room which was only illuminated by his now purple LED lights, and humming softly to the music he had playing.
"That's probably the fastest response I've ever gotten from you, you were up waiting for me, yeah?" Quackity asked with a grin, and Karl moved forward to sit on his bed so he didn't have to see him and let him see his face, now flushed from being called out like that.
"I just...happened to be ready," he mumbled, sitting on the front of Quackity's bed, one leg folded under himself and staring up at him, "didn't want to keep you waiting..." he trailed off, realizing how absolutely needy he sounded. Quackity just hummed and smiled down at him, smiled like he knew something Karl didn't, like he was planning something sinful. Karl's heart quickened again, and he waited patiently...
