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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's not actually, which is exactly why Lauren is skulking about. His heart is hammering in his chest as he wanders. He feels like everyone who sees him must know who and what it is he's looking for. He knows that's irrational though. Ever since... The thing that happened between him and Lars things had gone from, weird angry tension to weird awkward angry tension. It was a minor difference, but it didn't feel minor. It felt way way worse. Even Susan had noticed something was up, which was just awful and awkward and uncomfortable. He'd managed to avoid having to answer any questions, but just barely.

He'd basically decided to simply avoid Lars whenever possible. That was when they traveled to a new world, one that was safe for Susan to explore alone and held his kid brother's interest. Lauren feels a bit bad about being so eager to get rid of his brother, but ever since... That day... He'd been so... Needy. He couldn't stop thinking about it, at night or whenever he had a random private moment by himself. It was never for long of course, not long enough to 'jerk it' as Lars said, but that really only made him want release even more.

He hears Lars before he sees him, nearly jumping as the object of his thoughts suddenly startles him from said thoughts. He makes a beeline towards the other teen, only talking when he's close enough not to be overheard.

"He's out. Exploring. Should be gone for a... A while."

He's hoping he's being obvious enough here, but with how stupid Lars could be sometimes he kind of doubted it.

With Lauren's answer, Lars raises his eyebrows. Lars glances over his shoulder, thus keeping them TOTALLY INCONSPICUOUS OVERALL (as if anyone cares enough to notice, besides Susan). Lauren seemed to enjoy himself a lot when they'd last seen each other, and he'd even thanked Lars—and Lauren wasn't a generally polite person or anything, so Lars decides he's pretty confident in interpreting Lauren's information there.

He rubs the side of his neck, glancing off to the side kind of sheepishly.

"Cool... Yeah, Strange is losin' his shit all over this place," he retorts, which isn't at all unusual for Strange. He lifts his head, blinking at Lauren. "You...wanna come over? Park's pretty empty, so."

He's nodding his head in answer before Lars even finishes speaking.

"Yeah... Yes. That's good." SO SMOOTH.

He actually has an idea where Lars trailer is so he just starts walking. He has the thought, briefly, that he should take Lars' hand. He decides against it, thinking it would probably just piss Lars off.

They get to the trailer rather quickly, and then inside. Lauren looks around, but it seems Lars was right that there's no sign of his roommate. Good. Immediately he grabs Lars' hand to pull him nearer before giving him a rough kiss.

"Alright, cool."

Lars would have indeed yelled at Lauren, but also, he would have loved it, because Lars is a big fuckin' weenie who loves doing things like holding hands. But he hates himself, so he rarely relaxes enough to let himself enjoy it. Alas.

When they're walking, Lars actually has his hands in his pockets, which he only ever does when he's feeling kind of nervous. The walk is tense and...super fucking awkward, since they both know what's happening.

Then—Lauren grabs his hand, which makes Lars's complexion immediately bloom pink. Before he can react, he's guided towards Lauren, and given a bruising, clumsy kiss. Which Lars makes a relieved grunt of pleaasure into, throwing his arms around Lauren's neck. His tail lifts a little, and Lars eagerly pushes his tongue through to deepen their kiss.

It feels wildly inappropriate, doing something even as mild as making out in his living room, because Strange so often occupies it. Which is also why it's hot. And also: fuck Strange, Lars decides, because he's fucking annoying. It feels kind of vindicating to claim the space in this kind of way.

Lauren isn't even thinking about the space, just relieved that they are alone for once. He's thought about and wanted this a lot since... Last time. Now that he can act on those fantasies he doesn't plan on holding back. He sucks on Lars tongue as it presses into his mouth, before tangling it with his own. Lauren's already starting to get hard, and he grinds against Lars with his hips to show it.

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Lars makes a startled little gasp when Lauren sucks on his tongue, then melts, finding he sort of loves the sensation, expressing as much with a hungry groan. He furrows his eyebrows, grappling for focus as he reciprocates the kiss, and is surprised a second time when he feels Lauren grind against him.

Once again, he's like...really pleasantly surprised by Lauren's aggressive, forward behavior; Sadie was often aggressive, but never so forward. She always kind of strung on Lars's sexual frustration until it came to a head, which was hot in its own way. But being handled like this was something that Lars has kind of always enjoyed, he's coming to find.

He remembers how Lauren's cock looked, felt, the load—and takes an impatient inhale through his nostrils, reaching down to grope Lauren through his stupid fucking leggings that Lars is both insulted by and eternally grateful for. He wants to feel Lauren get fully hard through his garment and in his hand.

He groans, long and low as Lars touches him through his pants. His hips twitching into the touch and all he can think is fuck yes. This was exactly what he wanted. Having to wait this long to get a moment alone didn't matter, because it was totally and completely fucking worth.

He wraps his arms around Lars as he keeps kissing him, holding him close. But he keeps grinding against that hand too, moaning in the back of his throat every time at the feel of it. He's fully hard in seconds and he can feel it, and the fact that it hasn't even taken that long makes him dizzy and eager for more.

Lars both absolutely loves being held close like that, but also the eager humping against his hand as he's being kissed. The fact that he's getting so much from Lauren all at once is kind of intoxicating on several levels—first of all, it does wonders for Lars's ego, feeling so physically desirable. Second of all, less or perhaps more relevant, fun enough to fuck around with for such an eager reintroduction. And third of all, it just feels fucking incredible.

Lars grips Lauren's cock through the fabric as he rolls his hips forward against Lars's hand, making Lauren fuck his grip consequentially. He winds his tongue in Lauren's mouth with greedy fervor, letting out a heavy exhale through his nose with a sound between a grunt and a hum of pleasure. He's completely preoccupied with the sensation and warm weight and mass of Lauren's cock, relishing in every move forward and back.

He's getting more vocal, especially as Lars grips shifts. It feels amazing, as does that tongue in his mouth, and he really doesn't know what to do except stand there and fucking take it. It's not enough though, and quickly he realizes that. He wants Lars hands on him for real. The fabric around his cock is tight and constraining and he needs more.

He's afraid to ask for it though. He doesn't even know what to ask for. Last time he simply followed Lars lead, and doing anything different feels like inviting criticism, which he desperately wants to avoid. He breaks from their kiss, lips wet from their saliva. He groans, resting his head against Lars shoulder. He really didn't know what to do.

"Been thinking about this for weeks."

Lars decides he loves it when Lauren rests his forehead on him like that. It's his first time with a partner close to his height, and it's not that having a short partner wasn't fun or erotic in its own ways, but this was just different and good in other ways. He also finds, interestingly, he misses Lauren's lips as soon as they leave him. But it's worth it, for the words Lars hears. Lars bites his lip, deciding to go ahead and undo his own pants; to pacify himself a little, he briefly rubs his own dick through his boxers.

"Yeah?" Lars licks his lip, then scoffs a little with a cocky, flirty smile. "You musta been. You're bein' super aggressive." Lars gives Lauren another rub through his leggings, stroking his thumb side to side against the swollen head of his dick beneath the fabric. "An' your cock's super hard..."

He adds, for reassurance, understanding by now that Lauren's also kind of an anxious person, "I been thinkin' about it, too. You're exceedin' my expectations, gotta say."

He whines at the touch, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. It doesn't work, but he can't help it. Every touch feels good, but especially there. He'd assumed Lars had been thinking about it just by the way the other boy acted when Lauren was around, but it was nice to hear. He especially liked the exceeding expectations part, which makes him let out a breathy laugh.

"I know what I want." No reason not to take it, especially when it was so willingly given. Lars' is right about his cock though. It's harder than it's been in a while, straining against the fabric of his leggings and Lar's hand. It's uncomfortable, and making him needy. His arms are still wrapped around Lars, but he moves his hand's lower, until he's holding the curve of Lars' ass in his palms. What did Lars want? Just to touch him? He could do that better underneath his leggings than on top. He whines, using his grip on Lars to pull him forward so that he can grind against Lars' still clothed cock with his own, not caring if Lars hand was in the way.

"Give it to me."

Lars's hand is kinda nudged out of the way by the eager, full swell of Lauren's cock, and he makes a surprised eyebrow lift. He moves his hand out of the way more completely so that he doesn't get his hand ground into the denim and zipper. When Lauren talks again, Lars's eyelids flutter and he moans weakly, feeling dizzy for a second by the rush of arousal and feeling of power in those words. Especially with his hands on his ass. He feels briefly overcome.

"Fuck," he says almost breathlessly, starting to come back to reality there. Also, though Lauren probably didn't intend it, there's uh—certain implications in that statement that makes an eager bead of precum well at the tip of his dick. "God damn, you say the hottest shit," he mutters.

He steps back, loosely holding Lauren's wrist so as to guide him. "Let's move to my room, though."

He's already flushed when Lars steps away. Lips swollen and cock hard, the desire he feels is written all over his body. He follows as Lars guides them, even if he is reluctant to let go of the hold he has on Lars' ass. At least this way he can look at it as Lars pulls him away. Though he'd rather hold the other boy's hand than be pulled by his wrist he doesn't comment on it. It's kind of hard to walk while his cock is swollen inside his leggings like this. He can feel the fabric moving against him as he steps forward and it's hard to ignore.

"Nice tail." he comments, a small smirk on his lips.

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Lars looks behind his shoulder at Lauren, raising an eyebrow, his eyes half lid. He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as he moves the weight of his tail (the muscle is getting stronger with more use, so it's getting easier to wield it), letting the middle base of it skim upwards against the side of Lauren's thigh as they walk. He's sure Lauren's talking about his ass, but Lars is just being playful.

Once inside, Lars closes the door, reaching by Lauren's side to do so. He easily bumps Lauren against the door, framing either side of his head with his elbows, coming in for another voracious kiss. He pushes his tongue back in Lauren's mouth, closing the space between their bodies to rest against him.

After a moment, though, he gives a gap between them, lowering a hand to yank the elastic of his leggings down, springing his dick free, and Lars greedily puts his hand on it as he kisses Lauren deeply. He doesn't tease, this time—he goes straight to tight, fluid strokes, still pressing into his hungry kiss.

Lauren swallows hard at the look as he feels the tail slide up his leg. Okay, that was hot. Really hot. It's not long after that he's trapped against the door. He can't complain, not really, especially as Lars starts kissing him again. Honestly he doesn't care where they are as long as Lars keeps kissing him like this. He wraps his arms around Lars again, just enjoying holding him as he feels the warmth and weight of the other boys body against himself. Yeah. This is nice.

Of course it gets even nicer as Lars takes Lauren's dick into his hand again, this time without the fabric restraint. The relief is immense and the pleasure overwhelming. If he wasn't leaning against the door he might have ended up collapsing. As it is he just sags against it as his knees go weak. He doesn't even bother hiding his moans, he can't with Lars kissing him like this. They come out in pants as they break to breath, and short high pitched moans when they don't.

Lars grits his teeth with a lift of his lip, looking almost angry, though that's far from the truth. He's just feeling aggressive and super turned on. The chorus of sounds from Lauren is killing him in the best way. "God, you're so fuckin' hot," he growls, as if exasperated and inconvenienced by how attracted to Lauren Lars is. Which he kind of is. And it's easier, Lars feels, to be kind of loose and gross with his words.

Deciding to let Lauren breathe, Lars drops his gaze to look at Lauren's cock as he busily strokes it; the sight makes Lars's dick strain in agony, and so does the sound the motion is producing. God damn, does Lauren ever have a handsome cock. It's unbearable.

He stops stroking rather suddenly, gripping at the base, getting a good look at it fully hard and with the foreskin rolled back, exposing the glossy glans beneath it. Lars lets out a shuddering breath, wishing it was—you know, safe to stick it in his mouth, cuz it looks good enough to suck like candy.

Despite everything, Lars is just a hair too shy to express his wishes. But he unconciously mumbles a little "so good..."

He bites his lip again as Lars pulls back, but he still can't really keep quiet. This is all still too new to him, and he just can't stop from looking like an utter wreck every time Lars' touches him. He nearly swallows his own tongue as Lars comes to a stop, his hips still twitching into expected strokes though there are none. His stomach twists, tying itself in knots and he groans. He opens his eyes partway, watching Lars look at his cock. He doesn't know what Lars is thinking, but he doesn't like this whole not moving his hand thing..

"Lars..." he whimpers as he tries to thrust into the grip that's got him held captive.

Lars's expression comes back into kind of a smug, toothy half smile, and his gaze lifts back up to Lauren after he watches and feels Lauren do his best to fuck his hold a little. "I know," he says, not sounding very apologetic, but acknowledging at the least.

"Tell ya what—get on my bed and I'll take care of you," he says, coming in close, punctuating his offer with a brief kiss, which he lifts Lauren's head for.

"I wanna try somethin.'"

He doesn't like brief kisses or smug looks. He frowns (it's really a pout), but any thoughts of complaining disappear as the word bed leaves Lars' mouth. It's not like what they were doing now didn't qualify as sexual in some way, but the kind of sex that happened on beds, and the kind that they were currently engaged in were pretty widely separated in Lauren's mind. It was enough of a difference to leave him second guessing himself, at least. He looks over to the mattress. It's not like a bed was a particularly frightening thing, but suddenly it was making him anxious.

"The bed?" It's a question, but he isn't really asking Lars anything. It's more like he's asking himself just how much he's okay with happening here today. He looks back to Lars, he wants to ask just what exactly Lars has in mind, but he feels like if he does Lars will take it as some kind of rejection, so he stays quiet.

He swallows, looking down at himself. The waistband of his leggings was still wrapped around his thighs. He could do this. He could totally do this. Whatever this was. Despite the encouraging thoughts he is still flushed red in arousal and embarrassment.

"Should I... I mean. Do you want me to... take off my clothes?"

Lars blinks, seeming perplexed by Lauren's question, the smugness of his expression fading in favor of his confusion.

"Huh?? Oh—no!" Lauren's made a good judgment call in not asking Lars about his intentions, and the route that he's gone has instead gotten him to disclose them. Lars lifts his hands in a passive, harmless gesture. "Er, I mean, you can if you want, I guess?, but I wasn't gonna try t'stick ya or somethin'. I just wanted to try suckin' your dick."

Now that he's said it out loud like that, Lars feels—super embarrassed. He looks away, folding his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

"Y...y'know. Sometimes that kinda stuff is just—it's comfier on a bed. I'm real skinny, so I don't wanna fuck up my knees."

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.

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get some hot tail

was lars giving lauren too much credit by assumin by tail he meant ass & was bein cheeky

lol. he was being cheeky, lars got it.

nice gj on bein cute lauren

lars you smug fuck

TRU

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