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perfect combination of impulsive idiots

Lauren and Lars argued frequently. They didn't do it on purpose. It wasn't as though either of them woke up in the morning thinking "I can't wait to get yelled at by that guy again." No, in fact, Lauren would have preferred if they argued less. He couldn't think right when he got mad, it made him feel uncomfortable and tense. He'd never been great at dealing with any of his emotions, but anger was by far the hardest for him to deal with. When he and Lars argued there was always an edge of tension in the air, as though at either moment one of them would crack.

After their first fight, Lauren had been careful to avoid any kind of physical gestures during their confrontations. He didn't want to be the person who threw the first punch in a fight. Sometimes it was so hard to hold himself back though. Given the circumstances it was a bit of a wonder the two of them ever hung out at all. The problem was this: Lars and Lauren were the only two people at the carnival who straddled the line between teenager and adult. Of course Lauren had been thinking of himself as an adult for about two years now. No matter how he thought of it, it didn't change the fact that they when it came to coworkers most people were significantly older or significantly younger than the two of them.

And okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly true. Miko was 16, but she was annoying. Chiaki and Yuugi were usually hanging out with each other, which Lauren hated to see only because of the feeling of jealousy it gave him. Maybe the real truth of it was for all that they did argue and rant Lauren and Lars were more likely to have a decent conversation with each other than they were with Miko or Chiaki or Sora. They were of a similar temperament whether they wanted to admit it or not.

So they did hang out, and they did argue and fight (verbally) from time to time. Lauren didn't know if Lars felt the same tension he did, but today it felt worse than ever. He steps forward, pushing into Lars' personal space. It's not very well lit where they are, for some reason that only makes things more intense.

"You stupid prick!" he shouts, anger clear in his voice. "Why don't you pull your head out of your ass and take a look at the world around!"

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"Maybe you could take your own stupid advice if your head wasn't so far up your ass!" Lars thrusts a finger in Lauren's direction, always overanimated when they fight. He really hates it when Lauren gets up in his personal space when their tension explodes like this. "I don't gotta look at nothin'!"

Unlike Lauren, Lars is a little bit more used to this than not—and it doesn't carry a negative impression into their next interaction, though it probably should. He and Sadie used to blow up at each other all the time, though there wasn't really any mean, personal namecalling. With Lauren, it's a lot more—fiery. Masculine, Lars thinks. But he can't help but feel uncomfortable when he's reminded of his coworker during their spats, sometimes, and especially when he finds that the masculine energy doesn't actually deter the association.

It's confusing. That's especially why Lars hates it when Lauren does this.

Lars narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth. He doesn't step away, because he doesn't want Lauren to feel like he's getting edge on him. Lars pokes a pointy finger against Lauren's clavicle in a jab to emphasize his point. "You only think I'm lackin' perspective because you don't got any yourself! Why can't you ever just mind your damn business, huh?"

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Lars straight up fucking pokes him. It isn't big, in fact it's really a very small gesture, but somehow right now it's absolutely infuriating. He slaps Lars hand away hard.

"Mind my own business?!" he asks, his shouting now somehow even louder than before. He leans forward, forcing Lars to move back and yield space to him. "Take a look in the mirror you fucking hypocrite!"

Unlike Lars Lauren doesn't have anyone to be reminded of. He's never had a relationship like this with anyone. Their friendship was emotional and tumultuous and always two steps away from falling apart. And yet somehow they kept coming back here. It's like there's a force beyond his control pushing him towards the shithead in front of him.

They're barely centimeters apart. If Lauren really thought about that he'd move away, but he doesn't. He looks to Lars' lips, pulled back to show needle thin teeth.

Lars tenses when Lauren comes so close that he does subconsciously take a step back—and he glances up at Lauren with fiery rage in his eyes, absolutely affronted, because boys are stupid about their power play bullshit. "Are you serious!? You're the one who's always—startin'—"

It's then that Lars is more aware of their proximity. Though Lars took a little step back, it wasn't really enough to give them much space, trying to cling onto what physical assertions he could. Lars notices Lauren's eyes dip to his mouth, and his stomach churns as his heart skips a beat. His face feels hot, and he feels anxious—a reaction that's not hard to trigger in Lars, but between the associations with the proximity and anger with Lars's previous sexual partner and the weird, uncomfortable tension Lars felt whenever he was around Lauren (and aggressively did pretty well to suppress), his anxiety takes a really, really weird turn. Fight or flight is something Lars deals with more than a normal person probably needs to, and it mixes into—

Lars grabbing Lauren by the collar of his shirt. But Lars hates physical violence, so that's not the route he takes. But he isn't exactly gentle when he yanks Lauren forward, pressing a rough, full and clumsy kiss against his lips. It's weird, but the immediate sexual intensity is definitely there; it practically radiates off of Lars as his fingers curl into the fabric, his brows knit angrily.

This is also Lauren's fault.

Lauren never learns what it is he's always starting. Without even finishing his sentence Lars presses forward, pulling Lauren into a kiss. Lauren doesn't even fight it. It doesn't even trigger as anything strange in his mind. It was just another way to continue their fight.

He presses forward, still just as keyed up from before. And yet somehow as he tilts his head and parts his lips that energy starts to leave him. Maybe it doesn't leave him so much as it transforms into something else. He wraps an arm around Lars' waist as though to keep him from moving away.

As if he had anywhere to escape to. But feeling the arm around his waist, especially its tenseness, strikes almost a reaffirmation in Lars's mind. He still holds the scruff of Lauren's shirt, almost pulling him forward, revealing Lars's eagerness further. He hungrily wets the crease of Lauren's then parted lips with his forked tongue, shockingly unshy as he opens his mouth further, accommodating the tilt of Lauren's head with his own for a better fit with a little grunt.

His other hand clutches Lauren's arm as it holds him in place. In the back of his mind, Lars feels weird being as exhilarated by this as he is, but he's able to neglect such distracting thoughts. Because good lord, it has been forever.

It grosses him out a little, but Lars's mind is already racing with how much more he wants.

Fuck yes.

He makes a muffled sound of pleasure into Lars' mouth as they kiss. Without thinking his free hand moves to hold Lars cheek. There's no conscious decision behind it, it just happens. He doesn't have the brain power to focus on anything besides the heat of Lars mouth as he tastes it. In fact there's a distinct absence of thought as his tongue twists around Lars' own. It's just another form of release and Lauren has to say he likes this kind of relief a whole lot better than the shouting.

He may not be as forward as Lars, but there's no mistake that he wants this just as much. He's already starting to get hard. He doesn't know if Lars' is going to regret this later, but he finds he doesn't care either. In the here and now they both wanted it, so if Lars was willing to give Lauren was willing to take.

Lars is pleased that Lauren's so eagerly responding, and he feels himself get goosebumps when he hears Lauren's voice come out like that. Lars feels similarly about this method of venting frustration, and likes when Lauren's voice is doing this instead of—fucking yelling at him. Damn. It's actually pretty hot.

When Lauren kinda holds his face in the shell of his hand, Lars feels himself melt a little, his brows slanting back as a sound between a hum and whimper leaves him. It helps him slow down, a little, but it makes him feel a familiar tension at the root of his dick. Lars is careful as he kisses Lauren, not wanting to catch the other boy's tongue in his freakish, super pointy hell maw. So far so good—it's less difficult than he thought it was going to be. The thought makes Lars realize this is the first time he's had any action of any kind since Beach City.

He releases Lauren's collar, the fabric sort of wrinkled in the aftermath. The hand smoothes down Lauren's chest with a firm, greedy pressure. It curves around to the side of his waist, his thumb lifting the hem of his shirt's fabric, feeling the heat of his bare skin. A bit more intentionally, Lars slips his thumb and the side of his palm under Lauren's shirt.

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Lars presses his hands against Lauren's chest and he moans. Lars' presses his hand against Lauren's skin and he shivers. It's what makes him finally break from their kiss, and he takes in a shaky breath. His stomach is doing flips and Lars' can most definitely feel Lauren's arousal against his hips.

He has to do something, but he doesn't trust himself not to bite his own tongue with Lars' hand on his skin like that, so he shifts. His lips press against the curve of Lars' jaw just below his ear. Then he shifts again, breath hot against the sensitive curve of Lars' neck. Lauren's hand is at Lars' waist and he grips Lars' shirt before releasing it. It's only a moment before his own hand is dipping beneath Lars shirt as he sucks at the other boy's neck

Lars is surprised by Lauren's reaction, when he moans and shudders against his touch, and it makes his head immediately go kind of dizzy, feeding off of it completely. Lars's head is also spinning from feeling Lauren's erection pressed against his pelvis, and Lars's breath hitches, brows knitting. And as he's processing that, he feels Lauren kiss at the back of his jaw.

He hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, and he groans a little when Lauren puts his mouth on his neck. "Oh fuck," he stammers, not having expected Lauren to take such a leap—but Lars loves the attention, being a pillow queen at heart. But he's also superbly riled up from the adrenaline of their fight and the breakneckingly increasing pace of his sexual appetite. Normally, he'd feel a little shy at someone touching his bare torso, but he's thankfully too wound up to care.

All of this is enough to encourage Lars into painful hardness. "Yeah," he breathes out in tense encouragement, his eyes opening to a groggy half closed state. He pushes down on the waist of Lauren's pants with the hand under his shirt, gripping his hip. His other hand is just above Lauren's ass, now, mostly at his waist, and while the hand at Lauren's hip holds him steady, Lars pulls him forward with the other. He rolls his pelvis against Lauren's, and it's clumsy for a second; he readjusts how he's standing a little, and he's able to more properly grind himself against Lauren as he pushes his hips forward in assistance.

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Likewise, Lauren's aggression from before has turned, becoming painful desire instead. He needs more. His thoughts are too foggy for him to take every sound and every touch into account, but the combined presence of all of it is completely overwhelming.

Lars hand at his pants briefly makes him stiffen, but his desire pushes him forward even when his rational mind would start to resist. He's unbelievably glad for that too as Lars rolls his hips against Lauren's own. He wasnt expecting it, and it makes him pull his lips away from Lars' skin.

He exhales audibly, holding Lars even tighter as he tries to find something to focus on. It's a loosing battle as Lars does it again and Lauren can only groan. He presses his forhead against Lars' neck as though he's hiding.

It's too much and they've only just started. He's barely even been touched there before and he now it was like getting everything at once.

Feeling Lauren tucked against his neck only puts Lars more in his element—it's not that it arouses him further, but it grounds him and comforts him. More than sexual contact, Lars has been so sorely deprived of physical contact in general; while he suspects as much to an extent, based on how much he misses it, he doesn't understand how important intimacy is for his health.

Lars continues to roll his pelvis against Lauren's, but he slows it down, instead focusing on the pressure between their bodies. His skin feels hot, and he's in the rare situation where he regrets wearing three top layers every day so insistently. Additionally, the friction in his boxers is less cumbersome than previously; he can tell that his cock is already quite slick, the lubricant almost thoroughly dispersed along it from their movement.

But Lars is actually more distracted thinking about Lauren's body—he's loathe to admit it, but he's been harboring an uncomfortable attraction to him since...well, almost since ever, basically. And he's been lusting for other boys consciously since he was about fourteen, fantasizing kind of abstractly about these sort of encounters.

The hand at Lauren's hip slips further center after he leans his pelvis back, giving a little room between them. He glances at the side of Lauren's tucked-away head, looking to gauge a reaction when he smooths his palm against the bulge of his pants. Lars bites his lip, both for hoping that it's okay, and for being on the brink of losing his fucking mind because of how embarrassed he is for wanting to touch another boy's dick so bad.

Eeeeasily the gayest he's felt ever.

He takes in a shaky breath, swallowing back a moan as Lars pushes against him again. He presses forward with his own hips determined to give as much as he gets. His skin may be green now, but his blood is still red and as he blushes he has the embarrassing realization that he most look like some perverted holiday tree. He never thought he'd feel like this with Lars. The heat between them is intense, like the very air is thick with it.

Lauren isn't thinking about Lars' body the same way Lars' seems to think of his. He's never really felt desire based solely on a person's looks. Sexual attraction was different for him than that. It was they way a person acted, they way they moved and spoke. He'd had fantasized before, but never about anyone specific. It was a voice in his ear and hot hands on his skin.

He's not embarrassed about the gayness of the situation, but he is embarrassed about just how much he wants it. The hand that had been on Lars' face has already moved to his shoulder. As Lars palms Lauren's cock through his pants his hips jerk into the pressure and he has to stop the high pitched whine that starts to leave his throat. That's so embarrassing, it's just too embarrassing.

His hand holds Lars shoulder tight at the feeling. He doesn't want to just stand here and take this. He wants to give as good as he gets, but he has no idea what to do here.

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Lars doesn't seem to mind. He's not a particularly...uh, unselfish lover, but his curiosity is keeping him very generously motivated. Lars's eyes briefly widen as he rolls his thumb along the top of Lauren's glans through the fabric of the soft fabric covering him. He's glad that he's slid up his shirt a little, because Lars can see pretty much the entirity of Lauren's cock through his leggings.

He bites his lip again, eyes half lidding as he grips Lauren's dick near all the way around, giving it a warm, firm squeeze, then rubs it along its side between the split of his four fingers. Lars always made fun of Lauren for his attire choice, but he's definitely eating his words.

But, Lars decides it's not enough for his curiosity, which is killing him, so he pushes the band of the leggings down carefully (he may have just been telling Lauren he was a nosy piece of shit narrow minded asshole, but he didn't wanna crush his balls). He grips Lauren's cock, rolling his thumb across the frenulum below the head as he squeezes, revealing half of Lauren's bare glans. Lars lets out a trembling, heavy exhale as he does so, his heart racing. The heat and velvet soft texture of the skin gives him goosebumps, solely because it isn't his own.

"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, giving Lauren a few slow strokes, and is surprised pleasantly at the ease of the gesture.

"Mother of.." He curses in elvish, the words harsh as they leave his lips. His hand on Lars back fidgets uselessly as Lars touches him. It is un-fucking-believable how good this feels. It's like his skin is on fire. Every time Lars moves it sends heat running through him. It makes his knees weak.

Then Lars wraps his hand around Lauren's dick and strokes. He gasps, making a breathy sound he's sure he's never made in his life before now. He feels like his loosing his mind it feels so good. His chest shakes and he pulls back, just enough to meet Lars' gaze. His hand moves to Lars' hip, thumb pushing at the waist of his jeans.

"Let me." His voice shakes. "Yours too."

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Lars actually gives a cocky half grin when he hears Lauren curse, and it makes his cock ache. He closes his eyes, starting to feel smug—Lars does enjoy other people making feel good for the self satisfaction it brings him, though he's too easily derailed to follow through with it, sometimes.

When Lauren gasps and almost moans, Lars's brows knit backwards, his cock shifting in response to it. Lars knows he's super keyed up, because Lauren's reactions are affecting him vicariously to where he feels almost physically stimulated by them. He snaps back to reality when he feels Lauren fuss his waistband, and he blinks, seeming surprised.

"Uh—y-yeah?"

Well, damn. He was prepared to just—go for the finish, but he's not going to say no to some attention, in his current state. He's thankfully too wound up to feel too shy—it helps he's actually less self conscious about his genitals more than his body itself. It doesn't mean there's no nervousness to speak of, but hormones really do a lot. So he undoes his button and fly for Lauren, wiggling the denim down his hips a bit.

His other hand returns at attention, giving Lauren loose, languid strokes. He seems overwhelmed with quicker, tighter strokes, and he's looking to reciprocate... so Lars slow it down for him.

"There y'go..."

It's kind of annoying how easy this seems to be for Lars. Lauren can barely think with Lars' hand on him like that. Lauren wants to even things out, but he's nervous. He's never actually done this to anyone besides himself before. If he messes up he knows Lars will hold it over his head for weeks. Hesitating after he's spoken up though, that would be even worse.

He takes a deep breath, thankful that Lars has slowed down a bit. Slowly he reaches forward before wrapping his hand around Lars' dick. It's weirdly hot, actually touching someone else, and his eyes flick up to meet Lars as he starts to stroke him, wondering if it feels good for him too. He remembers how good it felt when Lars' pressed against the ridge at his tip, so he tries to do it back, watching to see how the other boy will react.

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Lars's breath hitches and he clenches his teeth when he feels Lauren's hand on him, making a low, breathy sound in the back of his throat. He twists his hand around Lauren's cock, stilling in his pulling of the flesh for a moment. It's been a while since he's been touched like this, and Lars is suddenly struck with the fact that he's really letting Lauren touch him like this. It makes him feel a little vulnerable, but that's just the way sexual stuff is, so Lars sucks it up. Especially if it means getting some long anticipated action of some kind.

When he catches Lauren's eyes on his, his face blooms red with sudden bashfulness; it's true that Lars is moving through the motions a lot more easily than Lauren, but he's still as anxious and self loathing. Just more experienced.

His cock is indeed slick in Lauren's hands, some of it having dried in contact with the air—but the glans remains glossy and wet, Lauren's hand rolling along it with ease when he tries to simulate the contact. Lars breaks their eyecontact with a little wince a shudder. He makes a hum of pleasure in approval, slowly starting to give pulling strokes on Lauren's cock again, keeping it sensual and without urgency.

Feeling the every ridge and vein, as well as the hardness beneath the plaint muscle, just serves to stimulate Lars further as Lauren experimentally touches him.

Fuck yeah it's vulnerable. If Lars was a prick right now it would hurt way worse than it had before. Lars isn't being a jerk though, and the fear of Lars being a jerk isn't great enough to make Lauren want to stop this. He just doesn't want to ruin anything. He wants to be able to do something and not feel like a fucking failure when he's done.

The sounds that Lars is making definitely suggest that Lauren is not failing. In fact, they make him think he might actually be doing well. When their gazes meet and Lars turns bright red, honestly? It's kind of cute. It makes him smile, just a bit, and suddenly he feels more confident than before. He realizes he wants Lars to make those sounds. They make him want this even more than before. Watching Lars react made everything about this even better.

Lauren's grip is firmer than before and he moves a bit faster as well, anticipation driving him forward. He wanted to see now, what it looked like when Lars came. He loves the slick feeling of Lars' cock in his hand and his own brows knit together in pleasure as Lars starts to give him a little more too. It's not as mind-numbing as before, but that's something Lauren is grateful for. It still feels just as good as before, and he can't stop the way it makes his hips twitch.

Lars feels a even a little more shy when he catches Lauren's smile, and he bites his lip, trying to steel himself back up. He truthfully just wants to sag against the wall and let Lauren blow his mind (and his load, ayyy), but he was the one who started this! He wants to get Lauren off, then be serviced after as the—victor, kind of? Who knows, boys are dumb.

As Lauren continues to stimulate him, though, increasing his pace and the pressure, Lars's own pace on Lauren kind of falters. So despite his intentions, Lars's head kind of rolls to the side as he lets out a long moan. He can feel his face burning and he can hear his heart racing. Maybe he can indulge this a little bit... Another thick bead of precum wells at the tip of Lars's cock, easily and almost immediately distributed along with the rest, thanks to Lauren's gestures. His dick strains, lifting briefly and involuntarily.

He tries to pull himself out of the haze of it—he wishes he could put both his hands on Lauren, but he really doesn't want to get too many limbs in the way of what he's doing to Lars. So Lars focuses sort of more on the upper part of Lauren's shaft, primarily—he rolls his palm and fingers over the glans with each upward pull, very occasionally going to the base with a firm, slow downwards roll, exposing the head of his cock.

It's a double-edged sword, though, because feeling Lauren in his hand and watching himself touch his cock is edging Lars right along. His breath is already heavy.

Lauren licks his lips, watching as Lars' lets out the loudest moan yet. He has to bite his own lip to stop from making sound at the sight of it. He's watching Lars' face so intently he doesn't even notice as his cock starts drooling. He's much more keyed into watching Lars react than he is at the sight and feel of Lars' cock in his hand.

At the same time Lars starts doing something different with his touch. Lauren doesn't know why, it feels good but, it's almost too good in the wrong spots. It pleasure all at the tip, and only sometimes moving down to the base. It makes every full stroke feel even better, and every half stroke like some kind of sexual torture.

Lauren's too hesitant to do anything other than what he's doing to Lars, moving up and down his shaft with firm frequent strokes. Still, he's curious, and when he looks down to see his own cock so close to Lars' own it almost makes him finish right then and there. He whimpers at the sight of it, at seeing Lars' hand palm the tip of his dick before moving downwards to expose the head of his cock.

"Shit." He was seriously going to come after just a few minutes of this.

Lars has been touch-and-go with eyeing what he's doing to Lauren, so he's been getting the occasional taste of that visual treat. It is indeed super fucking stimulating. When he hears Lauren whimper, Lars's lifts his head a little to stare at Lauren intently. He holds his lower lip in his teeth briefly when he hears Lauren swear, a low moan rumbling through his throat, enthralled that Lars is the one wrangling this behavior out of Lauren. Similar to how Lauren's feeling, really.

He wonders if the sound was from mounting stimulation; the same with the coy drop of Lauren's head. Or if he's looking. Lars leans forward, his lips skimming along the side of Lauren's cheek, just above his jaw, and he slows down the stroking of Lauren's cock tremendously. He can't help but feel a little smug. He's back in his element.

"Yeah?"

One of his hands moves so that Lars's arm closes around Lauren's waist, sort of like Lauren was doing to him earlier—and he holds him like that, his other hand closing around the both of their cocks. He can't encircle them completely, so the sides on one end are bare, but Lars makes do with it well enough, stroking the both of them in a moderate pace. Both of their cocks have produced sufficient precum to make this a little easier. The sensation and the act alone make Lars shudder and groan, feeling...well, decidedly dirty, but in a fun way.

Oh shit. He shivers as Lars whispers in his ears, whining as he slows down again. He nods yes because Lars has said 'yeah' and Lauren really doesn't want him to stop. But he has no idea what he's really agreeing too, his thoughts are going haywire again and it's so difficult to think straight.

He is hiding now, especially as Lars puts his hand around them both. It's so slow, so different than before. Lars' cock is hot against his own, rubbing him in unpredictable ways as Lars' hand strokes them both. It's just as intense as before, but in a different way. It's less rhythmic, less steady, and hotter, warmer, and so somehow even more torturous than before. He's not ashamed of feeling so keyed up after only a few minutes right now. Rather he just wants to come. He wants to come so badly he can even speak words.

His own hand has fallen away from Lars' dick, and it grabs now instead at the front of Lars' shirt. His fingers flex, opening and closing as his body shakes. His eyes are half-lidded, barely open as he focuses fully on the feelings running through him, the feeling of his cock straining for more as he comes ever close to falling over the edge. And it's all because of Lars, the realization of it pushes him even further, and he quietly moans the name as though to prove it even to himself that this was real.

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Lars sort of rests his cheek against Lauren's head as he hides again, closing his eyes as he focuses on what he's doing, trying his best to keep it together without detracting from the experience. The sensation of Lauren's cock on his own is too hot for words. He's stuck on the thick, unyielding warmth against his own, creating a warm rub of friction, and how he can occasionally feel the ridges of Lauren's glans against his own, or along his shaft. He grits his teeth, furrowing his eyebrows as he makes a strained, long sound.

Unfortunately, teasing Lauren is also just teasing himself, at this point—and Lars isn't a super patient person. So he increases the pace of his hand, shifting so he can kind of peek down at what he's doing for guidance. The visual is also... a lot. Lars can't take his eyes away.

This is when he hears Lauren let out his name so candidly, and Lars almost gasps. "Oh, fuck," he stammers in response, helplessly aroused at this point. Inspired by this, he manages to arrange their erections in such a way that they aren't side by side, but instead bottom to bottom, the tips aimed upwards. It's a little easier stroking them, this way. Naturally, they do occasionally slip out of place, creating inadvertent rubbing, but Lars is pretty quick to fix it each time. It's clear from his pace and concentration, Lars now has a pretty clear goal.

He's whimpering and he's not even really conscious of it. He just wants to come so badly and Lars is bringing him there but it isn't enough.

"Fuck." he whispers, as Lars abruptly changes tactics. It's startling, but it looks hot and it feels amazing. His grip on Lars' tightens as he looks desperately for something to ground him. He's so close.

He didn't want to come first originally, but now he couldn't care less. He's panting for breath, getting louder the closer he gets. Finally his jaw clenches and he comes. He groans, muscles twitching as he orgasms, a wave of warmth running over his body and making him sweat.

There's probably a bit of cum since he doesn't get much opportunity to jerk it, if ever, but he knows he's going to be thinking about and getting hard to this for weeks.

"Ah—"

Lars can feel himself riding dangerously closer as he hears Lauren's breath raise and quicken; the masculine quality to his voice is so new and tantalizing, and it pushes him so far to feel responsible for it.

More dangerous yet is the surprise of Lauren's orgasm, and Lars finds the lack of warning a lovely, unexpected bite of stimulation. And along with the feeling of Lauren's cock pulsing against his as he cums, quickly coating a good portion of Lars's hand, and, of course, his own cock, makes Lars shudder. The semen is warm and slick, further aiding his movements and the stimulation as it coats him. The noted quantity also makes Lars's head spin; it's all too hot in ways he wasn't prepared for, due to his inexperience with other boys. His eyebrows slant back and he makes a few desperate, breathy little gasps, trying to hold on.

"Oh god, oh fuck—" Lars desperately exhales the words out, his voice trembling. He moans as he finally comes, even though he actively fights against it until it overtakes him, and his voice is stretched and thin, strained by the surprising force of it. He stops jerking them both, and merely clenches, very subtly rolling his hips forward, easing up on the stimulation as he rides the pulses of his orgasm.

Even after he comes Lars keeps pumping. It's too much. His toes curl in his shoes as he leans against Lars for support. He hears Lars swear, and he knows the other boy must be close. It occurs to him he should help, but his limbs feel weak. He can't do anything as Lars pumps his oversensitive cock until he's coming as well.

As Lars is coming, he definitely gets a little extra something from the warmth and closeness of Lauren leaning against him that's just indescribable. When he's done, he feels totally drained in a really great way.

"Holy crap," he breathes out, raising his eyebrows as he catches his breath. His body is sort of warm and almost pulsing from the intensity of the orgasm. He lifts his clean hand, wiping some sweat off his eyebrow. He's trying to recover before he... deals with... all the cum all over his hand. And their junk.

Totally hot in the moment, kind of increasingly gross now that he's got off.

"Yeah." Echos Lauren. Holy crap is right along the lines of what he's thinking. He's stunned at how intense that was, and now that the pleasure's fading a little uncomfortable. He steps back to separate them a bit. Some of their cum gets on his leggings, but there really isn't anything to be done for it. He tucks his dick back into his pants.

Of course most of their jizz is still on Lars' hand, and there's no place to really wipe it. Next time they probably shouldn't do this in the fucking big top. If there even was a next time.

"Here." he says quietly, before creating water out of thin air. He moves the small orb of water with his magic. It's not much, but it was better than nothing. Probably.

Lars blinks, watching Lauren work his magic as he uses his clean hand, this time, to also kind of struggle his dick back into the elastic of his boxers. He manages. "Oh. Huh. Clutch."

Well, this is awkward as fuck. But Lars supposes there's definitely no way it could be any other way, so he manages in not letting it bother him so much. He's seen Lapis do this before, but he didn't know Lauren could do this kind of thing as well. He blinks, sinking his hands into it, then kind of makes a face as he watches the semen part from his hands. He's relieved, sure, but—it's fuckin' gross. And it's a lot.

"Damn, dude. When was the last time you even got off? Is that your usual load?"

Lauren blushes immediately, awkwardly looking away.

"Uh... I can't really. I mean. My brother's usually hanging around somewhere nearby."

"Oh... yeah, damn. That blows."

Lars removes his hands from the sphere of water, laughing as he shakes them off. He's obviously loosened up, his tension having completely dissolved. He...doesn't even remember what they were initially fighting about.

"Hahahaha! Oh man, that explains a lot, though!"

"What does it explain?!" Lauren says, shouting in his own embarrassment.

"That you needa get off more often," Lars shoots back, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin. "You're wound up so tight, no wonder you explode."

With no purpose other than to embarrass Lauren, Lars animates that last word with a gesture that starts as his palms together and pops his fingers outwards, giving his hands a little shake.

He huffs, but doesn't even bother arguing. He dissipates the water back into nothing. He wasn't wound tight! And he didn't explode.

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" Lars asks, raising an eyebrow as he pops a hip to one side, resting his wrist against it, elbow akimbo. "Could ya be a little more specific."

He sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Just forget it." He turns looking around, suddenly nervous that someone else might have seen them, but the coast looks clear. He turns back to Lars.

"...Thank you." For... Whatever that was. Lauren honestly isn't sure if there's a name for that. But he is going to say thanks regardless, before attempting to leave.

Lars blinks, having not expected—that. He's glad that Lauren's not like—yelling at him for starting some weird, sexual shit, because Lars hadn't really been thinking. He actually had been prepared for Lauren to get mad at him, and already found it justifiable.

But that's........ cool.

"Uh... anytime," Lars answers, which instantly feels super embarrassing, because Lars didn't exactly mean it that way. But in immediate retrsopect: he does. "See ya around, I gotta—okay, see ya."

And he super awkwardly ducks the fuck out of the big top, but you know. On his jog back to his trailer, he's actually feeling pretty good.

Material for weeks, at any rate.

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perfect combination of impulsive idiots

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