Provocation of a Fluke (Bro/Karkat)

Karkat failed to see how those two things were related in anyway, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Just think about it. You'll be wearing a skirt, and you'll be sitting in my lap." Bro replied

Oh. Karkat's step faltered as he pushed the cart across the parking lot, glancing back at Bro with an expression that said 'I am dating a fucking moron', "If I'm thinking what you're thinking, that's a horrible fucking idea. You shouldn't be multi-tasking with something like that while steering a motorcycle. I don't want to end up in that fucking Red Asphalt series with your dick halfway up my nook."

"You don't trust me?" Bro asked with a smirk.

"I trust that even an experienced driver would have a hard time driving and fucking at the same time." Karkat stated seriously, backing up with, "I'm not getting killed just because neither of us can keep it in our Gog damn pants."

"You won't die. I've done it before." Bro smirked. "Practice makes perfect right?"

Karkat pulled the bags out and shoved the cart in the first corral he could find, growling at Bro as he walked beside him, "Oh, well when you put it that way- NO. Just because other people have been stupid enough to put themselves in that much danger, doesn't mean I'm any more willing to." He was already jittery enough as it was on that thing.

"Fair enough" Bro chuckled, getting their helmets off the back of the bike. "Just put the bag between us when you get on."

Glad that Bro had dropped the subject, Karkat stood beside the bike and tied the plastic handles of the bags into knots, securing their tops from spilling out during the trip.

Bro watched Karkat with a smirk. "Ready to head home and break those new panties in?" he asked

"Why the fuck would we break the panties?! We JUST got them, I mean- oh..." Karkat mumbled, suddenly understanding Bro's lingo, or at least so he thought. "What do you mean?" He asked, double checking that he had the translation correct.

"We get them on you, then we make them fit just right" Bro smirked.

"Aren't they supposed to fit just right when we get them? Isn't that one of the points of having all those different sizes?" Karkat asked, now even more confused. He was used to wearing hand-me-downs, so he had never really gotten to 'break in' clothes for himself.

"Well yeah, but they're not always soft and comfortable since its new and probably stiff. So you gotta break it in." Bro explained.

"So wearing clothes makes them softer. Ok then." Karkat wasn't going to argue with that logic as he was slightly distracted by the pain shooting up his back from the sore muscles he had been trying to ignore since he was around Bro again. He held the bags in one hand while the other went behind his back to rub against a tight knot near the arch of his spine, trying to sooth the aggravated muscle. "Could we make it fast? My back is fucking killing me."

"I'll give you a massage when we get home. Hop on" Bro replied gently.

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