(Authors Notes: So, after some thought and private requests from a few of my readers, I've decided to continue my One-Shot: {So, How Was It?} Unlike the one-shot though, This fic delves deeper and switches from the T rating to the M rating, for reasons of language and adult content. I'm leaving the original posting up as a T rated one-shot, because that story can be enjoyed simply as is. I will be re-posting the one-shot dialog here along with the continuations I am adding in so that the story can be read as one congruent piece. Now, without further ado, I bring you, part two!)

~ Part Two - Otto ~

Otto let out an exaggerated sigh and began to wonder if one could actually die from boredom. It was just past 9pm on a Friday night; and rather than being out getting into trouble at some wild party like most teens were doing over their summer breaks, he was sitting in best-friends room watching some lame-o college movie. He was just about to suggest that the two of them go out and find something better to do when he heard a loud snore coming from the seat next to him. 09:03pm. 09:03pm on a Friday night and Twister was already asleep. Otto groaned in frustration as he threw his head back against the cushions.

It had been two weeks since Otto and the crew returned from their camping trip. Coincidently, it had also been two weeks since Otto had spoken to Lars. The two never discussed what happened that night by the fire. He wanted to be irked at Lars for his failure to reach out to him, but at the same time, he knew that he was no better. He hadn't tried to contact Lars either. Maybe the whole night was just a fluke. He should chalk it all up to experience and move on. Why was he even thinking about it anyways? It was just an experiment, right? He couldn't actually be bothered by the whole situation. Or that's what he was trying to convince himself of, anyways.

Otto was growing more and more agitated by the second. Twister was asleep, the movie was a bore, and his mind was trailing in circles with all thoughts leading back to a certain older jerk. And now he was craving a cigarette, even though he'd never smoked before or after that night. This just added to his annoyance.

The Rodrigues parents were out of town helping a relative move, Lars was out doing who knows and who cares what, and Twister was out cold. With Otto being bored and left alone to his own devices as means of entertaining himself, he decided that it was the perfect time to sneak into Lars' room and pilfer a cigarette, or five.

Otto crept out of Twister's room. Though he wasn't too worried about disturbing his best friend; that guy could sleep through a hurricane whilst being on fire and still not wake up. He wanted to make sure the coast was actually clear before b-lining it down the hall and into Lars' domain. The house was dead silent, sans the low volume banter that was humming from Twister's T.V.

He entered the above mentioned's bedroom and closed the door behind him. The room was surprisingly clean. The floor was free from clothes and clutter and the bed was actually made. Unlike his own room back home, where Otto didn't seem to know what a laundry hamper or waste basket were for.

The walls were a deep blue-gray shade; the bed was dressed in simple black linens with curtains hanging over the windows that were also black in color. There was an average size desk along one wall, a dresser against another, and all of Lars' skating and surfing gear was neatly hung and arranged on the wall that was across from the bed. By the looks of things, Lars' seemed to really take good care of his belongings. Otto wasn't sure why he was even taking the time to notice. Cigarettes. Right. He reminded himself. The reason for him coming in here in the first place, right?

Otto started with the dresser drawers. He peered into each one and grumbled in dissatisfaction when he found nothing. Next came the desk, but he came up short, again. With all of his efforts beginning to seem fruitless, he was about to give up. {Think Otto, think.} He mumbled to himself as he tried to think of where he'd hide things, if he had anything worth hiding.

{Under the bed. That time Twist and I managed to sneak some alcohol away from a party and stashed it for later.} Otto remembered that some older beds, like the one he had at the time, had the box springs separate from the mattress. He figured it was a long-shot but it was worth a try. Not like he had anything better to do at the moment.

He made his way over to the bed and tugged the mattress off, reveling a layer of boxed-springs that were covered with a thin netting type material. He didn't see anything unusual at first, but then he pulled the mattress further off of its platform. Up in the far right corner of the springs, there was a hole in the covering. He peeled back the fabric and.. score! A couple packages of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small box with a lock on it.

He left the box alone, for now. Even though he was curious as to what could be more secretive and worthy of hiding, since the smokes were outside of the box. He removed one of the packs and the lighter before pushing the mattress back into place. He could smell a faint hint of tobacco on the bed and curtains and figured that Lars' must usually sit there with the window cracked open to smoke inside. Ballsy; Otto thought to himself. When in Rome...

Otto sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the window. The night air was warm as a gentle breeze blew in around him. He tore off the cellophane and opened the tab on the new pack of cigarettes. He plucked one from the box and lit it up before tossing the remainder of the pack onto the bed.

With a deep inhale, Otto was instantly hit was a rough, scratchy sensation in his throat. He managed to bite back the cough that was desperately trying to escape though.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed or why he was still sitting there, on Lars' bed. Several cigarette butts were now sitting on the headboard of the bed. He'd take them with him and dispose of them somewhere safe when he left.

Thoughts of that night were still repeating over and over in his head. He couldn't shake them. And he wasn't sure if smoking was making it better or worse. The smell of the smoke mixed with whatever spiced cologne that Lars' wore lingered on the pillows. Otto closed his eyes and sighed. What was he doing? But before he could answer himself or think of anything else, the door swung open. The sound startled him and he quickly opened his eyes to find a dripping wet and towel-clad Lars' standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

~ Part Two - Lars ~

It was a Friday night. Summer vacation season was in full swing. Sounds of laughter and carnival games echoed down from the pier above. Lars' sighed as he aimlessly kicked an empty can along the beach. There was a party down-town tonight that he'd been invited to, but he didn't feel like going and dealing with mass crowds of people. He didn't really feel like doing much of anything.

His parent's were away for the weekend, and Twister had Otto over for the night. He wondered how long he should stay away for this time. Not another two years, that much he knew.

Ever since that night during the camping trip, Lars' had woken up in the middle of the night in cold sweats, with a massive hard-on. And even if he did manage to get back to sleep, the same dream played on loop like it was the latest movie at the dollar cinema.

That night shouldn't have ever happened. He knew better. But apparently he was a glutton for punishment because he agreed to it anyways.

Why he had agreed to be the test dummy for a sexuality check involving the guy he'd been pining over for the past two years was completely beyond his mental grasp.

He wasn't sure what that night did for Otto or what it meant for him, because the two never spoke of it afterwards. Hell, they hadn't spoken at all since then. It wasn't that Lars' was avoiding Otto, per-say, he just wanted to give the boy some time to sort his thoughts out. That and he wasn't sure exactly how he'd handle going back to 'normal' after the experience.

It was like a kid dreaming about a very special cake for two years, and then they finally get a piece of that cake. But then as soon as they have one slice, they're told that's all they get. That they'll never taste that cake again.

Lars' wanted to have his cake and eat it too, damn it. He was fucked.

The sun had completely set at this point. He had no where else to go other than back home. Maybe if he's lucky Twister and Otto will have went out somewhere, or maybe they won't notice that he's back at the house.

He picked the can he'd been kicking around up and tossed it into the recycling bin as he left the beach.

Back home, Lars' figured he'd gotten lucky once he was inside and didn't see any signs of Twister or Otto. He decided to take a shower and wash the sand off before heading to his room.

Why he wanted to take a hot shower in the middle of summer, he did not know. But he cranked the water temperature up to high and waited for steam to fill the room before finally stepping in. He rested his head against the slick tile facing away from the water and let the spray hit his back at full force. The sting from the water pressure paired with the burn from the heat were both much welcomed at this point. He stood there lost in thought until the water began to run cold. At that point, he turned the nozzle off and stepped out. He haphazardly dried his hair and then wrapped the towel around his waist.

Once he left the bathroom, he could hear the faint sound of T.V. coming from his brother's room. He thought he was in the clear. That was, until he got to his bedroom door. He got a whiff of smoke and heard the bed creek in his room.

Otto. He knew who was in there before he opened the door. Twister didn't smoke and Lars' knew this for a fact. He'd tried it once and then spent the rest of the night coughing and puking his guts up. Light-weight, Lars' smirked as he thought to himself.

This wasn't exactly how Lars' had planned to reconnect with Otto. Hell, he hadn't planned on doing it at all any time soon. But now he was kinda stuck. It was his bedroom, after all. And he was damn near naked, in the hallway. Now or never he thought to himself as he opened the door.

~ End Part Two ~