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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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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..."

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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.

"Ah!" Lars thrusts his hips forward helplessly, giving a brief, bite of a cry out to the words. His arms come around so that his hands clasp at Lauren's hips, his nails denting the other boy's flesh. "Fuck," he pants, the octave of his voice climbing. It's increasingly embarrassing how, even without the aphrodisiac, Lauren's blunt words always do so well to stimulate Lars. It's like the sensations alone propel him about sixty percent of the way alone—and the rest of it is just Lauren's brief, but frank, statements.

Lars is already super worked up on his own, and it doesn't help that he's starting to feel the effect of the drugs as well. But, miraculously, even with all that, Lars can hold onto his reservations. Not for lack of desire, either—but concern for Lauren. But Lars also doesn't know any better. For all he knows, Lauren's not even a virgin.

Whoops.

"God, Lauren," he groans, his words breathy as he pushes his palm back up against his friend's dick, curling his hand back around it to stroke him. "I dunno, man, you ever had anything in your ass before?"

Valid question. But Lars isn't gonna dispute it much further than that, because with that suggestion in the air, he really, really wants it now.

Well, no, he hasn't, but he knew people did this so he could do it to right? His response is interrupted by that palm on his dick, and he closes his eyes briefly as Lars takes him in hand again. Oh shit.

Of course if Lars really thought about it the answer to his question would be obvious. If he could barely get rid of Susan now when would he have been able to do it before? Whether it was to jerk it or to shove something up his ass. What would he even shove up there? A fucking tree branch?

"Does it matter?" Like, they could just do it, right?

"Uh—I mean, yeah," Lars answers, flushing with embarrassment (for some reason). "I don't wanna hurt you, if you aren't used to it."

Lars's cock positively strains in protest, and Lars bites his lip. A warm little trail of precum creeps slowly down the swell of his cock's head, resting on Lauren's finger.

"I could at least see if you like a finger or somethin' first."

God, Lars wants to just bypass that and cram his cock in Lauren immediately, but that won't be enjoyable if he just—ends up injuring his butt.

Lauren just nods. He's up for anything really.

"Okay..." Should he move or? He's assuming if he needs to do something Lars' will tell him.

"Alright."

That's enough for Lars. He backs away from Lauren a little bit, settling on his ass, his back against his wall at the head of his bed. He squirms out of both his shirts, feeling way too horny to feel self conscious (at last!), and also anticipating that if they do indeed end up fucking, he'll overheat and die if he keeps all that crap on. But... he still has his under tank on, at least. He pushes his boxers and pants further down as well, shaking them the rest of the way off with his twiggy legs.

After that, he twists at his waist, grabbing something from beside his bed. It's a half pint container of coconut oil. Plopping it beside his thigh, Lars then softly pats one of his hips.

"That oughta do it. C'mere; straddle me," Lars directs helpfully.

He watches Lars move around, looking a bit confused at first, but not questioning it. When Lars struggles out of his clothes Lauren shifts to pull his shirt over his head as well. The thought of straddling Lars is an appealing one, so he doesn't hesitate to move. Despite his raging hard-on and the chemicals running through his system something about this seems really intimate and he suddenly feels just a bit shy.

Lars also finds this intimate, but it's part of what's motivating him to continue. It's honestly the only way Lars really knows how to get this, or express it, and it's vital for him—half of his sex drive probably comes from his starvation for intimacy.

And... you know, it helps if you do care about the person you're banging, which has been consistent in Lars's tiny roster thus far.

When Lauren situations himself across his lap, Lars reaches for the coconut oil. He gives a smile that's—unbelievably, kind of fond and affectionate, and twists off the cap before he takes a swipe of the solidified oil. It's kind of cool, and Lars holds it in his palm as he strokes Lauren's dick; the heat of their flesh as well as the friction melts it into a velvety oil, which he uses to kind of warm him up.

He then withdraws his hand, carefully slicking up his fingers. He only intends to start with one, but. You know. You never know.

Lars uses one hand to pull one of Lauren's ass cheeks, and his oiled hand reaches from the other side. Not...totally sure how to do this in the way that feels best, since Lars hasn't really gotten over himself enough to touch his own ass, he experimentally presses his index finger forward against the hole. He doesn't push against the resistance, still a little nervous about getting too gung ho with it.

He hopes this is correct??

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