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It's been about a month since Lars and Lauren's extremely—awkward and extremely sexual encounter. Lars hadn't really gotten any since several months before he'd gotten to the carnival, and most notably, he'd never done anything like that with another dude. The experience was heavily on his mind almost constantly; he could only stave off his wanting of it by reliving that memory with urgency with his hand down his pants one to three times a day.

They've ran into each other here and there, never alone, and chatted a little on the radio. They were...sort of friends, kind of, even before they'd shared that weird moment together in the big top. And after that, their every encounter since then had been rife with a whole different tension, just as intense and...awful, honestly. Every time Lauren gave him some cranky lip, it made Lars's dick kick a little in his pants, which was so not the right response. But it was like there was nothing he could do that wouldn't make Lars just respond with some gross, carnal yearning. Privately, of course, because it really was so fucking true that Lauren was constantly trailed by Susan.

Besides performance week, two having passed since their encounter. And this world they're in now is really interesting, but Lars can't fucking enjoy it because he can't stop thinking about Lauren's fucking stupid beautiful dick. God damn it.

And, awkwardly enough, he sees Lauren as he's kind of skulking about with irrational irritability. Lars is ready to roll his eyes, but finds that—Susan's not in tow. Unless... you know, he is.

Lars uses the shell of his hand to amplify his voice.

"Yo! Hey, Lauren, where's the lil twerp?"

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It's kind of... Comforting? Endearing? Lauren's not sure what he would call it, but it's sometimes nice to see Lars get as tripped up by this stuff as Lauren does. Lars may be feeling awkward and embarrassed, but the tenseness of before has passed for Lauren, and that's something he's thankful for even if he won't say it out loud. He smiles, hugging Lars to try to get him to calm down. He's not really great with words, but maybe that would work in place of anything he could say. Of course his dicks is hard between them and just pressing it against Lars skin has him shiver a bit in anticipation. The idea of anyone sucking him off was fucking amazing, even if it was Lars with his needle teeth.

He pulls back, pulling up his leggings before moving past Lars to the bed.

When Lauren hugs him, Lars is a little surprised. Then... a little embarrassed, but they're alone, and Lars is kind of starved for physical affection. So even if he looks a little uncomfortable, he gives him a hug back, but tries to make it a little less of an embrace with a friendly pat to his back.

He watches Lauren take off his leggings, eyes widening with interest (noted: Lauren has a nice ass). Lars still doesn't dare undress; somehow, around another dude in an intimate context, his body issues feel worse. Especially now that he's like—turning into some kind of lizard demon thing. But in context with Sadie, she was so obviously into him before things got physical. For fuck's sake, Lauren was obviously hotter—and had a bigger cock. But at least it was hard to feel bad about that when its sexual appeal was so massively distracting.

He moves onto his bed, still watching Lauren. Checking him out, certainly, but also just sort of observing him as he moves.

He's pretty, but not like the other boys around the carnival. Who, despite their beauty, weren't very appealing to Lars. Conversely, Lars had felt an attraction to Lauren almost as soon as they had first met—even though Lars had almost gotten decked. And Lauren wasn't jacked by any means, nor was his face grizzled in any way—but Lars wasn't into conventional beauty anyway, even if that was a private fact. His features were masculine, but with soft slopes, like the fullness of his lips.

There were definitely hotter guys around this place, both in the buff manly and pretty boy sense of the word. Lauren personally didn't think of himself as anyone particularly attractive. Of course, his own opinions about his looks were all mixed up with his feelings about his race. Being half-elf instead of one or the other, there were times when he liked the way his features reflected both his mother's and father's heritage. Then again, there were also times when he wished he could just look like one or the other. Humans thought him young and boyish because of his elven traits, elves found him bulky and ungraceful. There was a sort of pride in being half-elf as well as a sort of frustration the he assumed he would always feel.

Of course now he had longer pointed ears, hair full of fucking leaves, and green tinted skin. Whatever he had liked about his looks wasn't how he looked anymore. Needless to say as he catches Lars staring he begins to feel a bit self conscious. He blushes, scratching at his arm with his hand.

"What?"

The green skin wasn't so weird, to Lars; he'd been around the gems pretty much his entire life, even if infrequently.

"—Uh. Nothin'," Lars says, stiffening up awkwardly, his face reddening. Lars fidgets his position a little, feeling a little bashful himself, but plays it off like he's just trying to find a more comfortable position for his boner. "Just get on the damn bed, would ya? Sheesh."

Oh, right. Lauren, moves, getting on the bed before shifting to face Lars. He kneels, his legs splayed out underneath him as his bare ass rests against the bed. His cock is just sort of, sticking straight up in the air, basically impossible to ignore like this. It's honestly a little embarrassing.

Once he seems settled, Lars shifts so that he's sort of laying on his side, his knees curled upwards. He comes forward, resting on his elbow, and with that same hand, he grips the base of Lauren's cock. He gives it a good squeeze, biting his lip, suppressing a little bit of a moan, half successfully. This close to it is, uh... wow, a whole different level.

He rolls his eyes up at Lauren, lifting his head.

"I'm, uh—don't worry, I'm not gonna like, shove it in my mouth."

Little bit of a mood killer? Sure. But Lars figured it was worth the peace of mind, the reassurance that your cock isn't about to get eviscerated. Reapplying himself to the task at hand, he gives a broad lick to the tip of Lauren's cock, immediately noting both the taste and texture, as well as the soft, plaint give against the muscle of his tongue. He does it again, this time from the base to the tip, and sucks sort of the lower side of it. He gives a hard shudder, his brows slanting backwards as he grunts. His other hand wanders down, haranguing his dick out of his boxers to give it some attention.

It's officially embarrassing how into this Lars is.

It's officially impossible for Lauren not to be super into this.

Although he hadn't been positive about what Lars intended on doing, he had assumed the other boy wouldn't be chewing on his dick. So the reassurance, while unnecessary, comes across as being fucking adorable. Of course, it's a little hard to notice how adorable Lars is being when his face is only inches away from Lauren's dick. He shifts, starting to get anxious. He doesn't end up waiting long though. Lars takes hold of his cock and he breathes in sharply. Then he licks the head with the flat of his tongue, and Lauren has to stifle a soft whimper. It only gets better as they move forward, but even hotter than having Lars suck on him was knowing that Lars liked it. And the fact that Lars like it was impossible to hide. The sounds he was making, the way he touched himself as he lapped at Lauren's cock. It was almost more arousing than the sensations themselves.

"Fuck. Lars." he whimpers out, his cock pulsing against Lars' tongue. His toes curl in pleasure as his head falls forward. The sight is too much, Lars' sounds intoxicating. He wants to hold onto Lars like he did before, but he can't, so he just ends up sitting there, slowly turning into a whining shivering mess.

Lars groans lowly when he feels Lauren's cock pulse on his tongue in conjunction to the hot whine of his name, and he exhales a heavy breath. He is currently lamenting that he can't, you know, give a proper blowjob—he wishes he could scale it with bobbing, at least suck on the head... but the impish part of Lars at least enjoys teasing. He rolls his thumb along his own frenulum, then over the top of his urethra, concluding that with some loose strokes as he goes on.

He extends his tongue from the head, and carefully manages to wind it half way down Lauren's cock in what's almost a single curl. He's gotten pretty good muscle control over his long tongue just by fucking around, bored in his room, and suffice to say, even before fooling around with Lauren, Lars had definitely thought once or twice about how sucking dick would work with his current mutations. He jerks the lower half of Lauren's cock, retracting and then extending his tongue again. Lars emits a weak, short moan against Lauren's cock, having shifted to jerking just the top half of his shaft.

Fucking lord this was

the best.

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He watches Lars slowly entangle his cock with his tongue shivering at the sight. Immediately after he's panting as Lars combines the motion of his tongue and with his hands and Lauren's eyes press closed as he lets out a loud bedraggled moan. He's unable to look away for long though. His eyes open partway and he watches as Lars tongue fucks (?) his cock. It's so intense and Lauren has nothing to do except watch it. There's nothing to focus on except for the feeling of Lars tongue and hand on him as the other boy strokes his own cock.

"Shit." he curses again, He wants to move, but he doesn't want to accidentally shove his dick inside of Lars' mouth. He's trying to stay still, but the effort is slowly killing him, his hands clenching and clenching at his sides. He groans, looking at Lars, watching the way he touches himself as he sucks Lauren's cock. The way his face flushes, the way his eyes are half closed, the way his hand curves around his own cock, every single thing about him was hot. If things kept going like this, it really wouldn't take Lauren very long at all.

Lars, meanwhile, has no idea that Lauren might already be getting there. In fact, he's so absorbed in what he's doing, he doesn't notice much of anything, beyond Lauren's sounds, his taste and the careful stimulation Lars is doling out. Careful because he wants Lauren to feel good, and wants to impress him (Lars, when he actually bothers to try at something, tries a little too hard), but also because he's minding his own teeth. Not to mention the distraction of his own pleasure—Lars isn't trying to get himself to cum, but he's keeping his erection at its hardest, stimulating away the ache when it comes.

Lars jerks the whole of Lauren's cock, just short of the head, and with his eyes half lid, stimulates the tip of Lauren's cock with his tongue and lips, essentially in slow, wet kisses. It's the closest he can really get to sucking him off without injury, so. Hey. Also, it's doing a lot for Lars.

Shit, he really was going to come. He was already so close. He should tell Lars to stop, but it feels so good, and Lars is clearly enjoying it. He could go further, maybe just a bit more, just a bit. Fuck. The way he was using his lips was killing him.

"Fuck.. Lars... I'm-" He tries to talk, but he can't even get the words out. His whole body is shaking, his muscles contracting as his body curves forward. His stomach twists, his body flashes hot, and with a groan he comes, load emptying right into Lars mouth, spilling over his tongue.

"Shit, shit... shit." He pants, slowly coming down from the edge. "Oh.. Shit."

Lars feels the tension in Lauren's dick, and he worries immediately when it's coupled with Lauren's attempt at a warning—which he didn't parse right away. By the time he realizes, it's too late, and he feels it hit and generously soak his tongue. He pulls away with a startled gasp, still gripping Lauren's cock, and the rest of it ends up on Lars's face. The last couple of weaker pulses go down Lauren's dick, wetting Lars's hand.

He blinks, looking bewildered as Lauren recovers. Then, with Lauren's softening cock still in his hand, Lars sits up. "Augh!" He covers his mouth, unable to really...articulate... and he swallows, wiping his mouth afterwards, face red.

...At least it doesn't taste as bad as Lars has always assumed, having heard the worst from various outlets through his life.

Having swallowed, Lars can actually talk. "Damn it, dude!" He gets Lauren tried to warn him, but still. But by the sight of how hard Lars's dick is, he isn't that mad.

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He might not be to angry, but Lauren is feeling really crappy, especially after that reaction.

"I'm sorry! I didn't- I mean." Ah fuck, he messed up. He hides his face in his hands, blushing up a storm.

Seeing Lauren's reaction manages to reign Lars back—he's not used to Lauren reacting that way. They...are kind of doing an intimate thing, and Lars knows that finishing unexpectedly is embarrassing from personal experience. So, he gets a hold of himself.

"It's—it's fine, I was just surprised," he says, huffing. He grabs some discarded shirt on the corner of his bed, using it to wipe up the excess semen from his face. Well, most of it. He pauses, then tosses Lauren a lazy grin. "Didn't think you'd bust so quick when I couldn't even give you a proper dicksucking. It's cool, man, don't worry about it."

He doesn't even look up, feeling even more embarrassed than he did before. Lars could say diminish his blow job skills all he wanted, but that had been some of the hottest shit Lauren had ever seen. He sighs, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"I thought I could hold back. I don't even know when we'll get to do this again."

"Uhhhh. We could give it a minute?" Lars suggests, definitely not wanting to cut this short. Cuz, you know, he wants to get off too. "You never really get to beat off anyway, right? You can probably get hard again pretty quick."

Yeah, but what if he can't?

"Yeah... Okay." He looks doubtful though. "Can I... I mean. Can I um. Help you?"

"Lauren. Can you?" Lars bounces his eyebrows, then flops beside him. ...It's kind of weird he's so comfortable around Lauren, like this, but something about sexual stuff just loosens Lars up where you'd think it would make him clam up.

"I ain't gonna say no if you wanna touch me." Lars gestures to his crotch, grinning. "Go ahead."

Lauren rolls his eyes, but he's blushing. Hesitantly he reaches down, taking Lars' cock in his hand. He was watching Lars earlier when he was touching himself, wondering if those were the ways Lars liked it best. He strokes him base to tip in two strong low spaces, and then he shifts, running his thumb over the tip and against his glans. He watches Lars carefully, wanting to see his reaction.

"Oh—"

Lars shudders blissfully, enjoying Lauren's learned hand very much. His hand curls into a fist, tensing with the pleasure. Lars opens his eyes part way, rolling his hips forward a little, encouraging Lauren to keep going. He sort of shyly rolls up all...three of his fuckin shirts, just a little bit, so the fabrics don't interfere with the movement.

He watches Lars attentively, licking his lips as the other boy rolls his hips into his grip. He's enjoying it, he really is, but at the same time he can't stop berating himself for before. He didn't even know when Susan would be coming back. He's wanted to make Lars and himself feel good. What if this wasn't enough? He tries to push those anxious thoughts away and focus on what he's doing, but it's hard.

Lars lets out a breathy little sound of contentment, closing his eyes as Lauren jerks him off. But when he opens his eyes again, he notices that Lauren's eyes are kind of distracted, which is... kind of distracting. He glances at Lauren's softening, spent cock, still a little wet from Lars's mouth.

He furrows his eyebrows, frowning. Then he grabs Lauren's wrist kind of unceremoniously out of nowhere, and he stands up onto his knees, reaching for a shelf by his bed.

"Hang on, I got an idea."

Don't mind his dick kind of uncomfortably in your personal space, Lauren.

"Where is it..."

Lauren startles back, especially as he finds a cock suddenly dangerously close to his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Gettin' somethin'!!" Lars shoots back. "Gimme a minute."

Lars makes a little sound of discovery, then plops back down into a sitting position with a bounce. There's a little pouch; its gaudy with gold embellishments.

"I got this in that mermaid place," Lars describes very eloquently. "It's like an aphrodisiac gel, but I haven't used it. I kinda got it as a gag, but... wanna try it out?" Lars bounces his eyebrows.

Lars remembers it's also for erectile dysfunction, but. Politely doesn't mention that, in a rare social saving grace.

Thank you Lars, you have save Lauren a lot of embarrassment. Still Lauren hesitates.

"Is it magic?"