Two Extra Eyes
Chapter Eleven
The Price of Love
The sky became black and the full moon shone brightly as Sam and Lars trekked up the hill to the blond's home. All along the way, they were mentally preparing themselves for what was coming. They went over their lines, trying to think of the most meaningful thing they could say to each other. It was like rehearsing for a big play. They couldn't just get their lines right. They had to also convey the right feeling. They had to let out their emotions perfectly. After all, this was a dedication of love. It was imperative that they told the other boy exactly how they felt and that they followed through perfectly. Absolutely everything had to be done right!
But did they really have anything to worry about? They more or less knew how the other felt. They knew that they would do anything for each other. They would protect the other from anything that came with intent to either separate or destroy them. And if one got hurt, the other would be right there to pick them up. They would help each other out no matter what the circumstances. They would be more than happy to give each other the world if they ever asked for it.
So what was the problem?
"Well, here we are…" Sam trailed off.
They were standing at his front door. The lights were on in the living room and kitchen, so it was apparent that Paula was home.
"Yeah…" Lars nodded. He took a sniff and smiled. "Hmmm… Smells great in there! Let's go!"
Sam gave him a small smile. "Alright!"
He turned the knob and walked inside, followed by the brunet. As soon as they stepped in the living room, dishes clinking and cooking were heard from the kitchen. Sam placed his Bowser doll on the sofa and turned to Lars.
"Go ahead and sit wherever you want." He said before turning towards the kitchen. "Mom! I'm home!"
"Hello Sammy!" Paula said, poking her head out of the kitchen. Her eyes brightened when she saw his companion. "Oh hello Lars! How are you?"
"Fine, thanks Ms. Dullard." Lars replied, sitting on the couch.
"How was your day, boys?"
"It was great!" Sam shouted happily, holding up his doll. "Lars won me this cool doll at the amusement park."
"Heh, it was nothing…" The other teen said, turning away with a blush.
"You kidding? It's awesome! I love it!" Sam stood up with the doll in hand. "I'm gonna go put it in my room right now!"
"That's wonderful you two. I'm just about done making dinner. Will be joining us tonight, Lars?" Paula asked. "I've made steak with mac and cheese."
"Sure!" Lars replied. "Let me just call my mom."
After calling Sandy and getting her permission, Lars sat and had dinner with the Dullards. During the delicious meal, the teens told Paula everything that happened today. Naturally, they conveniently left out the details of their encounter with the Lopez Brothers and the brunet's experience with the skee-ball. They all had a good laugh when Lars told her about the incident at the strength tester machine. Paula praised Lars on his improvement as far as his glasses were concerned. She told him that Sam has said some nice things about his progress. The boy blushed darkly at that, to which Sam laughed at. Smirking, the taller teen brought the blond (who was next to him) over and gave him a playful noogie. Sam struggled against the stronger boy but to no avail. Paula laughed as they carried on. Thankfully, this happened after dinner, so she didn't even have to worry about a huge mess.
The blonde watched the two boys play fight with a big grin on her face. She's never seen Sam happier than this before. He really seemed to be having himself a good time. He was grinning broadly the whole time Lars was running his fist through his hair. And the brunet also had a grin of his own as he continuously played with the other's golden locks. They were so happy that they were ignoring the blushes on their faces. It was almost as if they were really comfortable around each other. Paula chuckled as she sipped her coffee.
'I've said it before and I'll say it again. They really do make a cute couple.' She thought, looking at them joke around.'I wonder if there's a way to get them to confess tonight…'
That was when she looked at the clock. It was nine o'clock. It was starting to get late. The woman smirked as she turned to the boys.
"It's getting kind of late and you've eaten such a big meal." She said to Lars. "It wouldn't be very polite to just send you home. How would you like to spend the night here?"
Sam grinned at that and turned to the brunet with a pleading look. His pupils grew so big, they almost completely took up the space in his glasses. Lars raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. He just couldn't resist that puppy dog(?) look, not that he really wanted to go home anyway. He didn't feel like dealing with those two twerps. Besides, he still had to confess to Sam and Paula's request made this much easier. He turned to the woman and nodded.
"Sure, I'll just go call my mom."
As he got up to make the call, both Paula and Sam pumped their fists in triumph. The son walked around the table and gave his mother a hug.
"Thanks a lot, mom." He said.
"Don't thank me yet." She said. "You still have to tell him, you know?"
"Right." Sam nodded. "I'm gonna do just that tonight."
He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"Good luck, Sammy." Paula said under her breath as she prepared to wash dishes.
Meanwhile, Lars dialed the number to his house. It rang a few times before someone picked up. He was about to talk when he heard a very loud crash and two familiar voices laughing insanely. Raising a freaked out eyebrow, he held the phone away from his ear. Sam looked at him weirdly when he too heard the noise. Shrugging at him, Lars put the phone back to his ear.
"Uhhh… Hello?"
There was another crash in the background before he heard someone pick up the receiver.
"Hello, I'll be right with you!" Sandy's voice said before glass shattering was heard. "Mauricio! Put down that vase this instant!"
"Ok mom!" Twister's voice was heard.
°CRASH!°
Lars cringed as even more chaos was heard.
"No Otto!" Raoul was heard yelling. "We just got that window fixed a couple of days ago!"
Another shatter was heard as well as a certain redhead screaming like a baboon. Finally, the phone was picked up again.
"Ok, I'm back! Mauricio, sit down already!"
Hearing the redhead in question giggle like a maniac in the background, the brunet put on a disturbed look. "Do I even want to know?"
"Oh Lars, it's you!"
"What's going on over there?"
The boys' laughing was heard in addition to another crash.
"Well, we gave Otto and your brother some flan for dessert and they just went crazy! For the love of—! Catch them already, Raoul!"
"What do you think I'm trying to do!.?.!" Raoul's voice was heard.
Lars slapped his head. "After the last couple of times you gave them sugar, you still didn't learn your lesson?"
"Lars, I'm not in the mood for this!" Sandy barked. "Now why'd you call!.?.!"
"I wanted to ask ya if it's alright for me to stay over at Sam—I mean Squid's house for the night." He replied. Sam looked over and raised an eyebrow. Why did he just correct himself?
"Yeah, yeah! That's fine! I gotta go! Bye! No! Not the TV!.!.!"
An extremely loud slam, crash, and shatter were heard seconds later. Eyes widening, Lars slowly hung up the phone and turned to the blond.
"Well? What'd she say?" Sam asked, inwardly praying that he'll be allowed to spend the night.
"She said I can stay over." He answered. The shorter boy inwardly cheered at that. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure! Anything!"
"Could I possibly watch TV here…"
"But of course!" Sam happily replied, handing him the remote.
"…For the next six months?"
"…"
"Don't ask. Just don't." Lars sighed.
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The trio had a good laugh, a good fright, and a good…Q and A? Sam, Lars, and Paula spent the last three hours watching a couple of Paula's favorite sitcoms, Sam's favorite sci-fi show, and Lars' favorite scary movie. The boys were sitting next to each other on the sofa while the blonde sat in the nearby armchair. She watched them carefully throughout the evening. During the sitcoms, they were holding each other as they laughed at every joke. During the commercials, they would always go over each and every joke, causing even more laughs.
While they watched Sam's show, they spent almost the entire time talking about it. Basically, Lars was asking the blond all sorts of questions like "Who's that guy?" or "What's that thing!.?.!" and of course "Woah! Did you see what that alien thingy did!.?.!" Naturally, Sam answered each and every question. He basically explained a good six or seven seasons of the show by the time that one episode was over. What Paula found cute (and amazing) was that the brunet hung on each word. Normally, she'd be bored to death whenever Sam had to explain the show to her.
And when they watched the scary movie, she had to hold her mouth to avoid giggling. Sam and Lars were clinging to each other the whole time while they fed each other popcorn. Whenever a person got killed onscreen, the shorter of the two would jump right into the taller one's lap. They'd stay in that position, holding each other for at least fifteen minutes before looking at each other, blushing, and turning away to sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Slowly, they would meet each other in the middle of the sofa, hold each other, and feed each other popcorn before repeating the process all over again.
When the movie ended, it was well past midnight, so Paula bid them good night and retired to her bedroom. She desperately wanted to see the little romance unfold further, but she was dead tired and she had work in the morning. Cursing both her basic human needs and her job, she entered her room and went to bed. Sam and Lars decided to follow her example and walked over to the former's room.
When they entered, they were greeted by a chilly blast of air. Sam reached over and flicked the switch. The overhead light flickered on, revealing the room. There was a small desk against the right wall that had a computer and various scientific instruments sitting on it. On the very top of it was the doll Lars won for him earlier that day. Several posters and maps decorated the wall behind the desk. On the right corner was a decent sized TV. Sitting by it were some video game consoles and controllers that were badly tangled up. It was a complete mess of wires. On the left wall was Sam's bed, which was a single twin sized one. And there on the window was the source of the cool breeze. A powerful looking air conditioner was blowing sweet, sweet air into the room, making it much colder than it must be outside.
"Heh, nice room." Lars complimented, walking further inside.
"Thanks, Lars…" Sam said, going red in the face. "So where do you want to sleep?"
The brunet turned to him with a serious expression. "First, there's something I wanna talk to you about."
Sam blinked. "Y-y-yeah? What?"
Lars shuffled his feet nervously. What he was about to say was difficult, even after all that planning he did on the way up here. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"Sammy, until a couple of days ago, I thought these glasses of mine were a curse. I completely hated them. I kept telling myself that I couldn't wait until the day I could see again just so that I can toss them in the ocean, never to see 'em again.
"But now that I've thought about it, they're actually not so bad anymore." He sighed and looked towards the floor. "I mean, I should be upset that I lost my buds and my reputation went down the drain, but I just don't care anymore. There's just one person that matters to me now."
The blond gulped and felt his eyes widen. "Wh-wh-who?"
The brunet looked up at him. "You, Sammy. You came to me in my hour of need and actually picked me up, even though I've been such an ass to you over the years. You helped me get used to my glasses and even got me those sports goggles. And then there was that kiss… I know I said it didn't mean anything back at the locker room, but it did mean something. And it took me until the day we almost kissed again to realize it."
Both of them were beginning to feel warm. Not even the air conditioner, which must've been going full blast, could cool them down.
"I-I-I guess what I'm trying to say is…I love you, Sammy. I love you dearly. I love everything about you; your kindness, your brains, your voice, everything! I want to spend every living moment with you. I-I want to someday move into a place of our own and be together forever."
He stared into those sapphire eyes and willed himself to relax as he waited for Sam's response. The blond looked back into those stunning rubies as he tried to think of the right way to reply. He soon decided to screw it and embraced the surprised Lars.
"Oh Lars! I love you too!" He cried into the brunet's chest. He looked up with tear-filled eyes. "I've loved you since we first met in that hockey game we played! I was happy to help you get adjusted to your glasses! Ever since that day in the locker room, I knew we were meant to be. I've always wanted to be with you. I admire your strength, persistence, and of course your hair…"
"Heh, how'd I know that one would come up?" Lars smirked. Sam gave him a playful punch.
"Way to ruin the moment there, Casanova."
"Hey, you're the one who decided to go on about my hair." The older one defended, sticking his tongue out at him.
"Well you're the one with sexy hair!" Sam retorted.
"Heh, true, but you're the cute one who just happens to like my hair!"
They laughed at each other for a few moments before it grew silent. They were just looking into each other's eyes the whole time. Sam soon cleared his throat.
"So now what?"
Lars smirked devilishly. "Well, how about we continue where we left off at the locker room."
The blond returned the smirk. "Sounds good to me."
They closed their eyes as they slowly leaned in close. They soon felt each other's hot breath on the other's lips before connecting in their very first kiss as lovers. It was like Heaven as they kept the contact going for as long as they could before finally separating for air. Grinning, they leaned their heads against each other, repeatedly breathing out, "I love you" before kissing again. This time, they were much rougher with each other. They pressed the other against their bodies while running their hands everywhere.
Eventually, Lars licked his love's lips, begging for access. Wanting to do this for so long, Sam happily parted his lips, allowing both of them to get a blessed taste of each other's mouth. The brunet ran his hand through other's hair passionately, causing the blond to moan in ecstasy. Soon, they found each other on the bed, Lars straddling Sam. They took a break and just smiled at each other while trying to get air into their lungs.
"You're beautiful..." The taller one said.
"Yeah… And you're hot…" The shorter one panted.
Grinning at the compliment, Lars peeled off his and Sam's shirts before taking his lips again. As they kissed, they rubbed against each other's naked chests, moaning and groaning while continuing their exercise of passion. The brunet thrust into the blond's hips the entire time, making them both go crazy at what they were expecting. Desperately wanting that moment to occur, they sped up their movements. Their sweaty bodies made them slippery. Lars pulled away and kissed Sam's neck, making the other boy groan loudly as they kept thrusting against each other until…
"Ugh… Uhhh… Lars! Lars!" Sam cried out. "I'm gonna…! UGH!.!.!"
He hissed as a faint wetness was felt below the waist. Lars kept moving however; he still had some energy remaining. He thrust with full force as he claimed Sam's lips. The air was positively steaming as he kept up his rhythmic movements until, a good five or so minutes after Sam's climax, he felt his own wetness. Panting in sweet satisfaction, he climbed off the blond and laid next to him. When they caught their breath, they grinned at each other, climbed into the covers and discarded their shorts. They then turned to each other and embraced, feeling the fabric of their boxers against each other as well as that sweet, sweet moisture.
"L-L-Lars… That was… That was…"
"Shhhh…" The older one placed a finger on his lips. "I know… It was amazing for me too…"
"I love you…" Sam said, snuggling closer.
"I love you too, Sammy…" Lars said, taking off his and the blond's glasses. He then reached over and placed them on the nightstand.
They spent the rest of the night, cuddling one another and occasionally making out before finally falling asleep at least two hours after their confession.
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The next day, birds were chirping, welcoming the rising sun with open arms—erm…wings. The human population, on the other hand, was already burning in what had to be Ocean Shores' worst heat wave in decades. Everyone outside was so sweaty, it felt like they were going to be living raisins by the end of the day! It was impossible to move in that horrifying heat, so most people were dead asleep. Even the Rodriguez family and Otto were knocked out, despite all the chaos that occurred in that house last night.
In fact, about the only people in town that were comfortable were Sam and Lars. They were sleeping soundly in the air conditioned room. They were completely oblivious to the heat. …Well, not counting each other's body heat anyway. Their limbs were entangled in each other. They were sharing the same pillow and smiling, dreaming pleasant dreams about the other boy. Their breathing was slow and content. It seemed like nothing can ruin this blissful moment.
°BRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNG.!.!.!.!.!.!.!°
"GAH!.!.!" Sam yelped, falling out of bed in fright. Unfortunately, because they were entangled, Lars was also pulled down.
"WOAH!.!.!" He shouted in surprise.
°CRASH!.!.!°
"Ugh… Ohhh…" Both boys groaned in pain.
Slowly, Lars' hand reached up and hit the snooze button on the alarm clock. He then snatched their glasses off the nightstand and put them on his and Sam's faces. When everything came back into focus, both bespectacled teens found themselves in a rather familiar position. The brunet was sitting right on top of the blond's boxers. Ignoring the fond memory that was beginning to resurface, the former gave the latter an irritated look.
"Heh, heh, heh… Whoopsie daisy?" Sam chuckled in embarrassment. Lars kept that look on his face as he stared down at his lover.
"Is this how you greet your boyfriends the morning after?"
Sam shrugged. "I dunno." He then smirked. "Do you think it should be?"
Lars glared and was about to say something, but stopped and put on a thinking look. His features relaxed as he shrugged.
"Well I do get to see your cute body… Eh, next time don't make it as painful."
"Will do…" The blond grunted under the weight of his boyfriend. "Uhhh… Lars? Do you think you could get off me now?"
"Aw what's the matter?" The brunet smirked as he drew closer to the other boy. "Am I too heavy for you?" He planted his lips on Sam's. The younger boy happily returned the kiss before Lars withdrew.
"Well not really… I kinda want to—"
"What? Go another round? This early in the morning?" Lars grinned. "Sure! Why not?" He again bent down and kissed Sam passionately. Sam barely had time to return it before Lars pulled away and rubbed the other boy's bare chest, making him moan.
"Lars! I—Ooooohhh…—have to go to—Hmmm… That feels so good…—the bathroom!.!.! Let me—Ohhhh… A little to the left… Yeah… That's the spot…—up right now!"
"And what're ya gonna do if I don't?" The older one laughed teasingly as he tickled the blond.
"C'mon! I'm—Hahahahaha!.!.!—serious! I'm gonna—Hahahahahaha!.!.!—BURST! Hahahahaha!.!.!"
"Yeah right! You're just trying to get out of this!"
"Trust me, ya don't want to hold me any longer!" Sam laughed. "I'm not gonna last much longer!"
"Uh-huh, I'm so sure."
"Fine! If you'd rather I peed on ya, go ahead and keep tickling me!"
"Ok, you asked for it!" The brunet continued his relentless torture.
"Don't say I didn't warn you…" Sam said sing-songly.
Seconds later, Lars felt a distinct moisture against his underwear. It wasn't the same as last night… In fact, it was rather warm…
His eyes widened.
"EWWWWWW!.!.! SICK, SQUID!.!.!" He scrambled off the boy, allowing him to run to the bathroom. A slam was heard shortly after. "Ya coulda warned me at least!"
"Hey! I told you I had to go!" Sam's muffled voice was heard from behind the door. Flushing and running water were heard before the blond reentered the room.
"Hmph! Still, ya should've gave me a sign." Lars grumbled, crossing his arms. Sam rolled his eyes before putting his arms around his love's waist.
"Are you always this crazy in the morning?"
The brunet nodded as he returned the hug. "After something like confessing your feelings to the boy of your dreams and sleeping with him, wouldn't you be a little crazy too?"
"Hmmm… Good point." Sam conceded, smirking at him. "I'm just crazy about you." He stood up on his tiptoes and kissed the brunet. Lars returned the kiss gleefully.
"Now you're speaking my language." He chuckled when they separated. Sam had to laugh at that before going back for another taste of the other teen's lips.
They spent a good ten minutes making out in the middle of the air conditioned paradise, standing in their boxers, before Paula finally called them for breakfast. They pulled away and grinned at each other.
"C'mon, it's time to eat!" Sam said, letting go of Lars. He was about to walk out the door when the taller boy grabbed his arm.
"You're not gonna go out in just your boxers, are ya?"
"Huh?" The blond looked down and blinked. Blushing, he looked up and chuckled bashfully. "Oops! I guess I kinda forgot that…"
"Pfffft! Hahahahahaha!.!.!" Lars held his sides as he laughed at him. Sam glowered and put his hands on his hips.
"And just what is so funny?"
"That! Hahahahaha!.!.!" He pointed at Sam, who looked away and slapped his forehead. That was when the blond remembered something. Grinning, he grabbed Lars' clothes off the floor and tossed them at him, hitting him in the face.
"Hurry up and get dressed!" He said, messily throwing his own clothes on.
"Ok… But you didn't have to throw 'em like that…" Lars commented after getting his shirt on.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Sam shouted after getting his shorts on. The brunet blinked weirdly as he pulled up his own shorts.
"What's the deal, Sammy? You're all hyper and stuff."
"We gotta hurry up and tell Mom the good news!" Sam exclaimed zippering and buttoning up Lars' shorts for him. "She'll be thrilled when she finds out that we're officially a couple!" He grabbed the other boy's hand and pulled. "Let's go!"
"Hey!" Lars blinked, resisting. "Whaddya mean tell!.?.!"
"Oh don't worry. She knows all about my feelings for you. It'll be fine. Besides, I'm sure you wanna tell your family too!"
"Sammy wait." The brunet pulled firmly, stopping Sam. The blond turned to him with a confused look as he looked away. "Ya see, only very few people know about me. Just my family, your mom, the dorks, my old crew, and you know about my preference. Nobody else knows and I want to keep it that way."
The shorter boy frowned. "But we—"
"Please Sam?" Lars pleaded. "It's ok if your mom and everybody else in the cul-de-sac know, but please don't make me go public about our relationship. I love you, but my reputation can't go down anymore than it already has. Please?"
Sam felt a strange pang in his heart after hearing his lover's request. Lars wanted to keep their relationship secret to the world. But he was hoping to be able to shout the news from Ocean Shores' highest rooftop. He remembered how Otto and Twister announced their relationship the very same night they got together. They took an old bullhorn Ray owned and climbed to the top of the TV station at midnight when everyone in town was sure to be asleep. They then yelled at the top of their lungs, "Otto Rocket and Twister Rodriguez are gay and madly in love!.!.!"
They yelled that at least ten times before they were finally caught by the station's security guards. They were in the newspaper and the news the very next day. And when they walked around town, holding hands, everyone was in complete and utter shock. They were also chased by girls and strangely the Lopez Brothers too… From that day forward, Sam sorely wanted to do that with Lars. He wanted to announce their love and turn everybody's heads. But now that the brunet wanted to keep the whole thing a secret, would he ever get the chance to do that?
Finally sighing, Sam nodded. "Ok Lars. We'll keep it a secret from everyone in town until we're ready to let the world know."
"Yeah… Thanks a lot Sammy." The brunet said graciously. He planted a kiss on the blond's lips and pulled him over to the kitchen for breakfast.
And so, the new couple told their friends and family about their relationship. Paula was of course happy for the couple and congratulated them with a big breakfast. Sandy and Raoul were too busy cleaning up after last night to do anything special, but they gave the pair their blessing nonetheless. Otto and Twister snickered and whispered to each other excitedly before telling them they should all have a double date ending with something special. Eyes widening, Sam and Lars immediately ran out of the house. Reggie simply exclaimed that it was about time and hugged Sam in happiness. Naturally, Lars felt jealous at that, but didn't say anything. They were friends after all. The other adults also expressed their acceptance, though they never thought that Sam would actually be able to get with Lars. Of course, they never mentioned this to them.
But Sam wasn't nearly as happy as he thought he'd be.