It was a typical afternoon. Well more like the opposite of typical for Marco as it was boring. Boring afternoons didn't happen in the Diaz household. Like, ever.

Chin in hand, his eyes heavily lidded, Marco absently flipped through the channels. Pressing the channel up button on the remote every few seconds without even bothering to pay attention to what was on.

He wasn't thinking about the tv at all. His and Star's last adventure was on his mind. He wished she was home. She was in fact visiting her parents for the weekend and his own parents were out for the day and wouldn't be home till late.

He was bored, bored, bored! He would have tried to tag along with Star for the weekend but she said she wanted quality time with her parents. What about quality time with him? He was her best friend wasn't he?

His lip twitched and he raised his eyebrows momentarily. Still not paying attention to the tv at all, he pressed the power button and the picture extinguished with a soft pop. Standing, he stretched almost like a cat and relaxed with a heavy exhale.

He trudged his way up the stairs and into his room. With a resigned grunt he flopped into his bed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Boredly, he looked to the side and a picture of him and Star arm in arm and smiling met his eyes. He picked up the frame from his bedside table and ran his thumb caressingly over the image of Star's face. Something he'd done a hundred times, a thousand times.

With a downcast look he set the picture back down gently. It wasn't like he was trying to pretend he wasn't in love with her. He knew that he was. He knew that. He even had the idea that if he confessed his feelings she would even reciprocate. It wasn't like there wasn't evidence she might like him too. He just didn't want to make things too complicated. Knowing she already cared about him as much as she did made him an easily accessible bargaining chip for her enemies. It had already happened before. And he didn't feel like making himself an even bigger target; for his own sake as much as hers.

He stared up at the ceiling and with a wince, feeling embarrassed, he be began to resignedly unzip his jeans and kick them off in frustration. It wasn't easy being in love with someone who was essentially your roommate and being fourteen years old. Not easy at all.

It wouldn't be good if he made a mess. He didn't feel like doing laundry today so he pulled his shirt up over his head, mussing his hair. With a practiced swipe of his hand he pressed it back into a somewhat presentable state. Not for anyone, it was just habit.

He stared down at his crotch like it was a dog that had done something bad and poked at himself, annoyed. Slipping off his tightie whities he relaxed and laid back, closing his eyes. They popped open again and with a twist of his mouth he pulled the covers up over himself. Even though he knew he'd be alone for hours he still was paranoid; always paranoid.

With a sigh he relaxed again and tried to clear his mind somewhat. An image of Star swam into his mind. She always gave the best hugs. Slowly he reached down and pressed his hand to his crotch and wrapped his hand around his shaft. He let out another deeper sigh as he felt himself swell with thoughts of his crush.

"Starr…"

He sighed her name and squirmed, breathing deeper. His toes flexed as he stroked himself, head leaning back slightly in pleasure. He took in a deep breath and felt his abdomen begin to tense up.

"Ahhh Starrr…"

He groaned. His free hand gripping the fitted sheet tightly, knuckles going white. He squeezed himself, stroking a little faster. He breathed more unevenly, his face flushing with pleasure.

He smiled as he thought of her doing this to him. He thought of her smile. That confidence she had when she did anything. Well almost anything.

"Hahh! Ahh!"

In his reverie he sat up, pulling his knees up as he pleasured himself and leaned back again against the headboard, his head leaning up as he whined her name again.

"Ahhh god Starrrrr… Ahh!"

He ran his hand through his hair and slid his hand desperately against the headboard for some kind of purchase.

"OH STARR! OH! I-!"

"WHAT ARE DOOING, MARCO!?"

"ST-STAR! WH-! N-NOOO!"

He screamed, his voice cracking as he caught a glimpse of her confused and offended face before his orgasm overtook him and he looked away shivering as he came, wishing he could stop it. He didn't think an orgasm could ever feel bad. He was wrong.

"ARE YOU DOING NAUGHTY THINGS!?"

She covered her face, blushing deeply.

"YOU ARE!"

She gasped.

"And you were saying MY NAME! MARCO WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

"Nngh.. I ah! No no nn.. Star what are you doing here?! You're not supposed to be here!"

He squeaked out. When she didn't reply he let out a deep sigh, eyes closed tight; refusing to move, refusing to face her. Slowly he pulled the sheets tighter around himself in the terribly awkward silence. He felt ashamed. More than he'd ever felt in his life. He wanted to die. He wanted to shrivel up and blow away in the wind like ashes. It was so awkward it hurt his whole body.

"Marco.. Why?"

This was not the words he expected to break the silence. More like "Ew! What is wrong with you!?" Or "Oh gosh GROSS!" Not why.. Why was it.. why?

He sensed her breach the thresh hold of his room and flinched, pulling the sheets tighter around himself.

"What are you doing?"

He mumbled more to himself than her.

"Marco.. Why are you doing this?.. Do you.. Feel love for me? Like… boyfriend and girlfriend?"

His face felt so hot and he could feel fear sweat prickling on his forehead. He did not answer her. He wouldn't, he couldn't. So instead, stealing himself, he faced her slowly. There was the utmost shame written all over his face. He nodded once, refusing to meet her eyes.

After another long , long, long minute of silence he dared to glance at her expression.

She looked sad but not angry like he was expecting. Her expression was more one of helplessness than anything. Maybe with some confusion thrown in but she wasn't angry. WHY wasn't she angry or revolted? His heart leapt instinctively. She wasn't grossed out at least. This gave him some courage to speak.

"Star I… I'm sorry. I.."

Then the tears came. They streamed down his face. Shame overwhelmed him again and he pulled his knees to his chest, sobbing. He was crying and he wasn't sure why. He couldn't handle what he was feeling. She finally knew how he felt for her in the most concrete way possible. She knew exactly what he was doing. She wasn't stupid and there was no way he could hide it. All he could feel was embarrassment, shame, and awkwardness.

Instinctively Star started towards him and stopped. She wanted to comfort him but this was so AWKWARD! How could she comfort him like this? She wanted to hug him and pat his back. Let him cry on her shoulder and tell him it was okay like she always did. But he was NAKED! And not like the OTHER times he'd been naked. This wasn't accidental nakedness. This was on PURPOSE nakedness. This was.. SEXUAL NAKEDNESS! That thing that boys did that she'd learned about from that library book she NEVER should have read. And MARCO did that stuff. Her Marco. Her bestest Earth friend Marco did the thing where he touched his… Penis? Was it called?

Boys did that when they liked someone. The way she wanted to do weird things when she was going through puberty but hers was nothing like his she guessed. Hers was quick and violent and she wanted to capture and collect boys and do what with, she wasn't sure but she didn't have a penis. She read that boys go through puberty through the ages of 12-18 typically. Marco was 14 so he was going through puberty probably. He was masturbaiting. Weird. But something about it made her blush and she didn't know why.

He was also making noises. Nice noises. She liked the noises. They were soft, desperate noises. And he was saying her name. He was thinking ABOUT her and doing the masterbaiting. It made her belly feel hot and her heart flutter. It felt really nice.

She liked it. She liked that he was doing these things. It made her heart hurt but in a good way like it did when he danced with her at the Blood Moon Ball. She liked him. Boyfriend girlfriend liked him. But he didn't like her that way. He was just her friend.

Only he DID like her that way! It made her blush harder. He liked her boyfriend girlfriend like and he was masterbaiting because he liked her so much! And it made him make these nice noises. He was moaning. Moaning just for her.

Why now though? Why was he doing this? Why didn't he tell her he boyfriend girlfriend liked her? Maybe he thought she didn't like him back either. Well she did! And now she knew. But he looked so sad and now he was crying! Why was he crying? I mean yeah sure it was super awkward but.

She had to comfort him and let him know that it was okay and that she liked that he was masterbaiting for her. Because she liked him like a boyfriend she could just never tell him.

Slowly she made her way over and sat on his bed. He flinched hard and it made her wince. She wanted to hug him but knew that was SUPER inappropriate. She had to start talking and fast, he looked like he was hyperventilating. Typical Marco to over-react.

"Marco.. I like you.. like that.. too."

She said simply, blushing hard. It made her blush more and saying it made her tummy squirm again. Being close to him always made her feel good but this was a little different. He was naked. For real naked. Vulnerable naked. She could see part of his chest. Instead of her heart just beating hard, she felt warm.. down there. It felt really good and it made her bite her lip.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. No. She didn't like him like that, she was just trying to ease the tension. It was a lie; A nice lie but a lie none-the-less. He dared to look at her and noticed she was blushing and biting her lip! Maybe she wasn't lying.

He looked away again, his heart beating so hard he thought it might explode. He was going to have a heart attack right here and now at this very moment.

With a shuddering sigh he calmed himself just enough to look at her again, his face defenseless.

"So.. It's okay? It's really okay? You're not mad that I… do this sometimes when I…. think… about… you?"

The words were SO hard to get out. Admitting to her that he did this; did this and thought of her. Multiple times. Like a lot actually. Most days. Dumb puberty, dumb love.

He pulled his knees tighter to his chest and forced himself to look at her to see what she would say. He wished he could stop blushing so hard and he wished his downstairs would never function again. Especially right now, it felt like a terrible monster was rearing its head.

She was almost at a loss for words from the way he looked at her. She wanted to hug him soooo bad right now and the way he looked made her heart beat SOOO hard.

Her lips parted and she stared at him. Sometimes? So this wasn't even the first time? How many times?! How many times did he moan and touch down there? What did it look like when he did it? She had an idea of what was under the sheet. She'd seen it before but never when he was…. Aroosed? Aroused. Horny. Turned on.

She withdrew slightly and squeezed her arm, feeling suddenly shy. He was doing this for her. He liked her. He LIKED HER! This much. A lot a whole lot.

What was it like? What did it feel like to masterbait? It felt good she knew. Must be really good to make him make those noises. All by just touching his penis? How exactly? She knew he had to move his hand over it back and forth. What did it feel like?

Gosh her heart was beating hard. She knew she was blushing. With a deep breath in and out, she replied.

"Well yes. I like you like THAT so…"

She looked away for a moment before continuing, steeling herself. Not willing to look at him.

"I like that too. I like that you do that. I want to see. I like those noises you make. It makes me feel nice when I think about it."

She wished her heart would calm down. It made her a little dizzy even. She was so warm down below, it made her squirm a little.

He was watching her motionlessly. He watched her body language and heard what she was saying. He saw her squirm and knew exactly what it meant. Exactly. She liked him. She liked him and wanted him and wanted to watch him and hoped she wanted to touch him like in his dreams. And it made his heart ache so much. Something inside him was surging. Something was telling him to show her and tell her. He was hard again. So very hard…

"Star.."

His eyes were soft and yearning now. He stared at her lips like he had a thousand times and wanted to kiss them again. He licked his own, they were dry from nervousness. He swallowed hard. Now was the time to ask.

"Star can I… kiss you?"

She was trying VERY hard not to glance at the place between his legs. That place that made him moan. She'd never really thought about Marco's penis before. Never even thought about the fact that he had one but now it was all she could think about.

His question caused her to focus back on the here and now and she realized he was staring at her. Oh his eyes. His eyes had a look. It made her want to moan. To make those noises. Make her swoon or faint like those girls who watched boy bands. This was like in the movies. She wanted to kiss him but not like other times where she just wanted to. It was more like now she HAD to. Everything inside her needed it. Everything inside her wanted to touch him and hold him and kiss him. Instead of answering she suddenly grabbed his shoulders and kissed him. She knew she was kissing him too hard.

It made him squeak in surprise when her lips smashed into his. It hurt a bit but she relaxed right away and began to kiss him softly. God her lips were soft. He let out a quiet groan and felt goosebumps crawl up his neck to the back of his scalp. With a surge he heard her moan in return. Fffuck.. He was kissing her. The princess of Mewni, his best friend.

"Star."

He gasped her name against her lips and relaxed, letting his guard down and leaning toward her. He knew the sheet had fallen and it was still covering his lap but well he could feel himself making a big tent in the fabric but he didn't care anymore. She wanted this. She wanted to see. She wanted him.

He clasped her cheek in his hand like he'd always wanted and ran his thumb over her smooth skin. He heard her make a noise. Like a desperate little whine. It made him sigh again hungrily and his heart hurt even more.

He made the noise. That noise. And with some surprise she answered. She thought she would melt when he said her name like that. Softly, his voice just above a whisper. Something was happening down below. She was getting damp. It had happened a little before but nothing like this. She was aware that he was closer now and when she felt his hand on her cheek, so delicate and loving, something she'd never felt before, she sighed, practically whined. She loved his touch. This wasn't like any other time he'd touched her before. It was different, like a boyfriend. Like a lover.

She kissed him deeper using her lips more and teased her tongue between his teeth to find his. She knew it was what she was supposed to do but it was also what she wanted. She wanted it so bad. He made another noise, another moan, this one even more desperate and it made her shudder.

She suddenly pressed him back against the bed, leaning over him on her knees and going down with him, still kissing him, tasting him with her tongue on his. He tasted like Marco. That's the best way she could describe it. He offered no resistance. She had the brilliant idea to try touching his penis. Her hands were busy so she pressed her knee gently into the stiff tent beneath the sheet.

She was trying to press her tongue between his teeth and oh yes he was going to let her. Ohhhh she tasted like candy. Like actual candy! Her tongue was a sweet strawberry flavor. Honey strawberry. The moan it made him let out was almost like a cry. God it was better than he could ever have imagined.

He suddenly felt her hand on his chest pressing him back gently but insistently and it brought him back to earth. It made his cock twitch. She was taking control and it felt so good. It was just what he always wanted. What he always dreamed she would be like in bed.

He leaned back very willingly, still kissing her, tasting her.

"AHH! Ahhh…"

He felt her touch him and it made him cry out in pleasure. He was so stiff and sensitive with arousal he thought he might cum right then. He heard her moan in return a little louder than before. It ended in a soft sigh that made his cock twitch hard, throbbing and he could feel pre-cum oozing uncontrollably just from that small amount of stimulation.

A cold woosh of air told him the sheet had parted from his crotch and left him exposed and he almost whined when she parted her lips from his suddenly.

He opened his eyes reluctantly and blearily to see her staring at his dick. Like she was gonna eat it or something. She had a look in her eyes like he'd never seen. It almost scared him a little but he knew her well enough to know she would never hurt him. The way she was looking at it made him excited and it made him twitch and throb harder. They both watched as a drop of pre-cum squeezed out and oozed down his length slowly.

When she pressed her knee into his crotch she was rewarded with a wonderful cry of pleasure. It made her dizzy again and she moaned longingly, wanting to hear more, make him cry out like that again louder more. She wanted him to say her name again. Loudly. She needed to hear it so much.

Without thinking she pulled the offending sheet away from his crotch so she could finally see it and regretfully parted her lips from his. Sitting back she stared at it.

It wasn't as big as she'd seen in the book. It was red and the top part, the head? Was purplish and it was throbbing like it was going to explode. She wanted to touch it, caress it. Make him make those noises again. It twitched particularly hard and a drop of something clear slid down it. It made her heart race.

"How do I touch it?"

She asked automatically and breathlessly.

"I want to make you moan more."

She said almost demandingly as she stared and tore her gaze away to look into his eyes with a desperate hunger. He looked just as hungry but she noticed he was staring between her legs now. She blinked, suddenly confused and stared at him.

"What is it?"