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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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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?"

"Probably. I mean, it could be science, too. But knowin' the places we go, it's magic."

Lars gets a dose of it out onto his fingers; he feels it tingle, a little. He looks back at Lauren.

"Well? Might help you get your mind where it's gotta be." He dips his eyes at Lauren's cock briefly. "And obviously, y'know, your dick."

Well, they wouldn't sell it if it wasn't safe, right?

"How do you use it?"

"Uhh. Well it's like...a lubricant." Nice mismemory, Lars.

He reaches forward, grabbing Lauren's dick softly, giving it a single pull. "So prolly like this?" He does that a couple more times, coating it. He thinks it's been enough time since his orgasm that his dick shouldn't be annoyingly sensitive.

Of course, if Lars was actually mature enough to not be embarrassed out of his mind when the shopkeep was explaining how the sex aid worked, Lars would have remembered this correctly. He remembers that you can eat it, but it's a weird slime, right? So why would you want to? Lars's logic is that you would only do something as gross as eat weird drug lube if it was more potent that way.

So, the obvious answer in his mind is topical application. Which, incidentally, is actually what makes the aphrodisiac more potent.

It does tingle weirdly. The feeling only gets more intense as Lars coats it. Even after Lars hand pulls away it's still getting stronger. He inhales through his teeth, his hand gripping the blanket as he starts to get hard again. He's not even being touched anymore, but that doesn't seem to matter. The gel is effecting other parts of him too. He's feeling hot, his skin is flushed, his heart rate quickens. He closes his eyes, trying not to groan.

"Is it... Supposed to work this fast?" His brows furrow as he speaks. It's becoming difficult to focus on anything except the raging hard-on between his legs. He really wants to touch himself, but he's worried about getting more of this crap on the rest of his body. He already felt like he was on fire. He rolls his head back, staring at the ceiling as he lets out a languid moan. He needed to be touched. Now.

Holy shit. Uhh. That was hot. Lars's eyes widen, watching the effects do more than simply revive Lauren. The moan makes Lars's cock twitch. It seems the effects of the gel on the hand is negligible; Lars doesn't notice much, besides the tingle. Truthfully, his skin will absorb it in time, but it won't be the same as a vessel with so much blood. Plus, magic bs.

"Uhh... dunno."

Noticing his obvious strain, Lars extends a hand forward, squeezing Lauren's dick. He gives him some more pulling strokes. Lauren looks flushed. "How's it feel?" Lars wonders if it does anything more than just make its users feel super horny and ready to go—like increase sensitivity? Dull sensitivity, for longer performance?

He almost cries out as Lars takes hold of him, his toes curling in pleasure. Shit shit shit. It was so good, every fucking touch felt magnified. Lauren felt like Lars could touch him with one finger and it would still feel amazing. Except it isn't one finger, it's his entire hand and it still doesn't feel like enough. When Lars starts stroking him he moans, falling back onto the bed limbs weak. It's loud and long and it only get louder as Lauren raises his hips to better fuck Lars hand. He really can't even speak. It's beyond him like this, with his cock pulsing with need demanding every scrap of his attention.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

"Holy shit," Lars responds in surprise. Lauren does tend to react with gusto when he's in the mood, Lars remembers—and though it was only one encounter, he proved that point again pretty quickly today. But this is a whole different level. Lars nervously wonders if he maybe applied too much, but in his opinion, it hadn't been a lot. A pretty average dose for lube.

Not that it isn't...incredibly fucking hot, but. Lars is a little worried. He can even feel how his dick pulses repeatedly in his palm. He bites his lip, eyes partially lidding as he continues to beat Lauren off slowly.

Then, thoughtlessly, he leans back, attempting to alleviate some of his own tension and also invite Lauren by pulling idly at his own dick. He kind of immediately realizes the error of his eyes when he realizes it's the same hand he applied the gel with, but it's remnants, as opposed to a fresh squeeze. Still, he feels his cock almost burn, and he winces, tightening his grip.

"Oh—damn it."

Lars pulls his hand away and he whines as his need begins to build again. He tries to catch Lars hand, to pull him back, but his limbs are totally useless to him right now. He turns his head to the side, looking at Lars. It was usually really hot to see Lars touch himself like that, but right now it was... Well, all he could think about was how much he wished that hand was on him. He considers begging, but immediately dismisses the thought. If he begged he'd probably only get teased more.

He closes his eyes, as he reaches down the length of his body to grasp his own cock in his hand. He strokes it quickly, setting a furious pace. It helps, but not by much. It wasn't anything like having another person's hand on him.

Lars's eyes widen with surprise, watching Lauren just—well, for a lack of an immediately more graceful description: furiously beat his dick. Lars bites his lip, clenching his own cock, and mirrors Lauren's movements a little. But he soon finds the same problem—it's just not the same.

He lets go of himself, grabbing and pushing aside Lauren's wrist as he leans back into his personal space. His tongue parts through his lips, scraping his needle sharp teeth as it wets and presses against Lauren's neck, Lars's thin fingers coiling around Lauren's swollen dick.

"Jerk my cock," Lars demands in a low, quiet tone, shoving his pants and boxers a little lower down his thighs before he settles down again, resting in a kneeling position. "I got you."

He lets Lars' pull his hand away and moans as he feels Lars breath on his neck. He turns his head, exposing more skin and isn't disappointed when Lars licks his neck. He shivers, almost tearing up in relief as Lars wraps a hand around his prick. Thank fuck.

It takes a lot of concentration to reach between them with his hand and do the same for Lars. His desire takes another leap as he does. The heat of it and the feel of it are intense. He can't tell if its the lube are simply being forced to touch it without looking. It feels incredible, and as he begins to stroke it it only feels even better. Of course, part of that is knowing he's making Lars feel good too.

He thinks about what it would feel like in his mouth and he groans. It would be so easy to find out too.

Lars moans airily when he feels Lauren reciprocate the touch. With the aphrodisiac sinking in, even if in a lesser degree to the effect its having on Lauren, Lars's mind races with fantasies, even as Lauren is right here at his fingertips. He thinks about the load he swallowed earlier; the pulse of Lauren's cock against his tongue; he thinks about when Lauren came all over his dick; he thinks about how maybe fucking for real could be fun; he thinks about Lauren sucking his cock, and remembers how Lauren looked just now jerking his own dick.

"Fuck," Lars whispers against his neck, brows slanting as he exhales heavily. He scrapes his teeth carefully against Lauren's neck, whimpering. "Fuck, I'm so turned on." His voice comes out in almost a whine, and he still feels like his dick is burning. His innumerable wants do more to paralyze him than to motivate him, his desire feeling tangled. "God, I wanna cum so damn bad..."

Edited 2017-01-19 00:57 (UTC)

Wow, teeth feel good there, okay, good to know. Lauren shivers at the sensation. His own thoughts aren't too far off from Lars either, though they have become a bit more fixated. Lars hand feels so good wrapped around him like that, but as though his body was designed to torture him, each stroke feels less satisfying than the last. He wants more, harder, faster, all things that he fells he can't really demand. Even if he did would that pleasure eventually plateau as well?

He continues to stroke Lars cock the thought of sucking it on the forefront of his mind. He imagines how his cock would feel moving inside his mouth, and then he imagines what it would feel like to have Lars cock inside of him. He exhales loudly as a shiver runs down his spine and makes his cock ache. He was so fucking hard, and it just felt like there was no end in sight. It was driving him literally crazy, and the more he wanted the more his mind kept coming back to that thought of Lars inside him

"You should fuck me." He pants out, not even bothering to stop stroking Lars' cock as he suggests it.