~ Part Three ~

Otto's thoughts {Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. What do I do now? What do I say? Do I even say anything? Or do I just run. No wait, he's blocking the door. And he's nearly naked. Why the hell is he nak... oh yeah. This is his house, and I'm in his room. Smooth Otto. Real smooth. Maybe the window? I think I'd rather have a broken leg than sit here a moment longer, or explain why I am in here in the first place.}

Otto wanted to move. Wanted to say something. Wanted to do anything other than just sit there and gawk. But that's exactly what he did. It was all he could do. He'd forgotten how to move and his body and mind were both frozen in place.

He waited. Waited for the yelling, waited for the screaming, the cussing, the throwing things, the whoomphing and the beating. But it never came. None of it.

Part of Otto was wishing that Lars' would have reacted in one of those manners. Because at least then, he'd have a real reason to leave and avoid him for all of forever.

"Could have just asked if you wanted some, Rocket Dork. Didn't think that after just one night you'd be hooked to the point of sneaking into my room in order to get it." His tone was even, relaxed, maybe even a bit smug.

The words swirled around in Otto's mind, like a whirlpool, all consuming and sweeping everything in its path up into the chaos.

Otto's thoughts {Wait. Is he talking about the cigarettes or does he think I came in here because I wanted to make-out again? Fuck. I'm doomed either way. But, why isn't he mad? He's completely calm. Just standing there looking all stoic and cool.}

Otto didn't want to notice the fact that Lars' body was on perfect display. He didn't want to notice how his hair hung messily past his shoulders and swept across his collarbone. He didn't want to notice how toned and defined his muscles were, and how the light clung to the remaining droplets of water as they trickled down his chest and torso before dissipating into the towel. He didn't want to notice any of it. But he did notice. He noticed all of it. And he couldn't bring himself to look anywhere else.

Otto just stared blankly up at Lars' before quickly turning his head to the side. Finally, he was able to do something other than gape. He felt his face growing warm and he'd be damned if he was going to let Lars' see him blush. But why the fuck was he blushing anyways? The cigarettes. Duh. He came in here for the cigarettes. Nothing else. But if that were true, then why couldn't he move? Or speak? Or get that fucking night out of his mind? It was eating him alive and he didn't even realize it. "I.. but.. I didn't.. I don't... I'm sorry.. I.. I'll go."

{Way to go Otto. Way to make yourself sound like a total loser and a babbling idiot.}

Otto got up to leave, his entire being was trembling. He managed to take two steps but Lars' put his hand out and shook his head. "Sit. We're going to talk about this. And if you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'll talk, but you're going to listen."

Otto closed his eyes and drew in a deep, staggered breath as one final attempt to compose himself. He opened his eyes and forced his expression to go moot. "Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about. I was bored. Twist fell asleep early. I came in here and went through your stuff to find cigarettes and then I smoked in your room. If you were going to kick my ass, you would have already done so by this point. I'll pay you back for the smokes and I'll stay out of your way."

The words were damn near robotic as they left his mouth. No glint of feeling or emotion was anywhere to be found. It was an act. And Lars' wasn't buying it. He took a step forward and into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Otto's eyes grew wide, that composure fleeting just as swiftly as it had been found. Lars' was walking towards him until, he wasn't. Because now he was sitting right next to him on the bed. Otto didn't even remember sitting back down, but apparently he did at some point.

Lars' grabbed the now half empty pack of cigarettes off of he bed and shook one out into his hands. He sparked it up and inhaled sharply before continuing with his words.

"Look. Something is obviously nagging at you, Twerp. I'm not dense, and I'm not buying the bullshit you're trying to sell me about everything being 'fine' when you're sitting here shaking like a leaf and choking on your words. I should have checked up on you after the camping trip. And I'm sorry that I didn't. I'm older, I have the experience with.. well... yeah. I wasn't ghosting you, again. But I didn't want to push you either. I was giving you time to process everything and to at least try to figure out how you felt about what happened between us. And no, before you say anything, I'm not coming onto you now nor am I expecting anything else from you. I know that night was just you trying to figure your shit out. And I'm cool with that. Everyone deserves to be able to find themselves. But, based on finding you here, in my room, and how you're reacting now, I'm guessing you really haven't gained much clarity on where you stand, huh?"

Lars brought the cigarette to his lips again, taking a deep, slow drag this time. The smoke filled his lungs. He held it there for a moment before exhaling just as slowly. A cloud of bitter and spice now sounding them.

Otto's thoughts {Fucking Lars. Mother fucking Lars and his stupid words and stupid face and the way he looks when he smokes.. and... and... and... he's right. Fuck he's right. My head is still a mess. I don't want to think about that night but I can't stop myself. It's just there. Constantly. The sound of the ocean, the glow of the fire, the grit of the sand beneath us, the way his hands felt on my skin, the way his lips tasted when he kissed me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced with a girl. It wasn't sweet and cuddly and romantic. It was raw, real, and fueled by instinct and desire. Fuck. It was intoxicating. But I can't. I can't do it again. I did it because I was curious. I wanted the experience. I never expected to.. never expected for... Fuuuuck.}

Otto didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Lars was right. But he wasn't ready to admit that. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to be ready to admit that.

But.. they were alone... Twister was asleep... No one else was home... No one had to know.

Otto didn't give it anymore thought, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd reached over and jerked Lars' head towards his own. Desperate for that fiery contact and tension again. Their lips crashing together, sending electrifying sparks straight up Otto's spine. It was just like the first time. No, it was better than the first time. Lars was completely caught off-guard. He attempted to pull away, at first. He knew that this wasn't going to solve anything. He knew they actually needed to talk about everything. But Jesus fucking Christ. He'd been lusting over this boy for two fucking years, and now he had him in his bed. Was he really going to walk away from this chance? He never expected to ever do anything with Otto in the first place. Let alone get to do something a second time. He knew what he should do in that moment. But he couldn't. He was going to be selfish, just this once.

It took Lars' no time at all to have a hand tangled in the younger boy's dreads. Fingers coiling around the locks before giving them a sharp tug. Remembering how he'd reacted the first time Lars' had done that. Otto didn't care who heard this time. He let out a moan and bit into Lars' bottom lip. Teeth scraping against the tender flesh as the two fought to get as close as physically possible to one another.

Lars' was the first to pull back. He was panting to catch his breath as his fingers tore at the hem of Otto's shirt. "Off. Now." He grunted, eyes never breaking the gaze he held on the other. As soon as the garment was off and tossed.. who really cared where.. He pushed Otto back onto the bed and climb on-top. He was amazed that the towel hadn't fallen off by now, but at this point, he couldn't really give a fuck less if it did.

Otto's arms snaked around Lars' back, closing the distance between them once more. Now flesh to flesh, the kiss picked back up with Lars' possessively plunging his tongue into his partner's mouth. Otto's nails dug into his back and clawed his way from shoulder to tailbone, doing his best to arch up against Lars' to sate his craving for more friction, but he was pretty well pinned down at this point.

Lars' lips began to trail away from Otto's. He worked his way along Otto's jaw, to his ear, slowly inching his way down his neck with a sinister blend of tongue flicks and bites. He stopped when he reached the Adam's Apple. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked.

Otto gasped and let out a pleasurable groan. He couldn't find words to describe how it felt. It was a new sensation for him. Almost a feeling of being choked or suffocated. He briefly wondered if he was weird for thinking it felt good. But that thought quickly perished. Teeth were now grazing over his collarbone and fingernails were being raked along his sides. He closed his eyes and hissed as those teeth soon found one of his nipples. The tiny nub of flesh and nerves being skillfully manipulated with teeth and tongue had his heart pounding. Everything was pulsating. And what room that had been left within the confines of his shorts was now nonexistent.

As if Lars' had been reading his mind, he firmly grasped onto Otto's hips and rammed his pelvis into his. Being sure to let Otto know that he wasn't the only one feeling that way right now.

Lars' knew that they were at a pivotal point. If things continued from here.. he knew that they wouldn't stop until they were both satisficed. Or until they passed out from sheer exhaustion. He didn't want Otto to regret this in the morning. But at the same time, he didn't want to regret things either. He didn't want to regret having the chance and then blowing it.. well, in this case.. erm... not blowing it? He was hoping that if Otto got uncomfortable, that he'd stop things. Because right now, he wasn't sure that he had the will power to stop things on his own.

"Lars.." Otto moaned between panting breaths as he bucked his hips upwards. His cries were a plea for more. For anything. He wasn't really sure what he was asking for. Just more, of Lars'. The strain between his legs was becoming unbearably painful.

Lars' looked down at Otto. His cheeks were flushed, lips were swollen, eyes seeping with lust and desperately wanton desire. Fuck. Lars' thought to himself. There was no way in hell he was stopping now.

Lars' crawled off of Otto, whom noisily protested in annoyance and confusion. He quickly received answers though when Lars removed his belt with a forceful tug and jerked his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

Otto let out a pleased sigh as he felt himself being freed. His erection sprang upwards before smacking back against his groin. He looked up just in time to see Lars shedding the towel from around his waist. Otto nearly stammered. This was the first time that he'd seriously looked at another guy naked. Sure he'd changed clothes around guys before, but he was never actively paying attention and looking at them. He always figured it would be awkward or gross, but.. the sight in front of him was anything but that. The rest of Lars' was just as toned and defined as what Otto was able to see earlier. Otto also noticed that Lars' cock rivaled his own in terms of size and current state of hardness. Both boys were decently endowed for their ages, being around seven to eight inches long, with Lars' having a slightly wider girth.

But, reality quickly dawned on him. He had no bloody idea what to do with another guy. He'd never really thought about it, or thought about what would happen if they got this far. He had simply been living in the moment and going with what felt good.

He was jolted from his train of thought when a sudden warmth engulfed the head of his member. He looked down and couldn't believe what he was actually seeing. Lars' eyes met his and they locked on. Otto couldn't look away. What he was witnessing was beyond erotic and pornographic to him. Lars' lips were tightly wrapped around his length and it was easily the best feeling Otto had ever experienced.

A slew of swearing, grunting, and moaning flooded from the younger male's lips. His hands tangled in the other's hair. Otto had to stop himself from instinctively thrusting upwards as hard as he could. He instead bit down sharply on his own lip as he arched back and dug his heels into the bed for leverage.

Lars' worked his way down the shaft at a leisurely pace. Allowing his tongue to explore and twist around the length teasingly. Otto wasn't sure if he loved or hated that. It felt amazing, but fuck, he wanted, needed more. Lars' was satisficed that he'd achieved his desired effects once Otto had begun begging. He smirked around the intruding member and pulled back, almost completely off before swallowing the other's cock all of the way down to the base in one fluid movement.

Otto gasped and moaned wildly, obscenities continuing to to flow from his mouth. He couldn't take it anymore at that point. He dug his fingers into the older male's scalp and retracted his hips towards the bed only to slam them back up with full force. Lars' faltered for a moment as he tried to catch his breath and relax this throat. It didn't take him long to adjust to the other's carnal ministrations though. His fingers traced over the outline of Otto's abs, gradually trekking up to tweak and tease his nipples as his mouth and throat were continuously being well fucked.

His own cock was throbbing between his legs. It was already oozing precum and begging to be touched. He pulled his right hand away from the other's body and gripped himself almost too hard as he began thrusting vigorously at the same pace.

Otto felt a quiver pulsate through his entire being. Lars noticed as well and tightened his lips, knowing the other was close to climaxing.

"Lars, fuck, fuck, stop, I'm.. so close.."

At this point, Otto tried to push Lars back and off of his cock, but Lars grabbed onto his hip and continued sucking at a rapid pace, the head of his cock pressing into the back of his throat with each motion. When Lars swallowed sharply around the tip, it was all over.

Otto's vision went blurry and he was damn near convulsing as he peaked climax. Every drop of him cum spraying against the back of Lars' throat, whom continued to suck until the pulsing stopped and the other's cock began to go placid.

Otto laid there in a haze. Reeling on high from what just happened. Did Lars' really just? .. And he swallowed it? ... Otto's brain couldn't process any of it.

Lars' let the other's cock slip from his lips. He was still on edge himself, his hand was flying over his own cock with great urgency. His breath was hitching as he panted rapidly. Finally, he threw his head back and arched with an audible groan. His seed jetting out in thick ropes and splattering against his chest and stomach.

He fell back against the bed. Sweat dripping down his face. He was completely spent.

The two laid there in close proximity for a while. Both slowly catching their breath and coming down from the rush of endorphins that they had been flooded with.

Neither of them were sure of what to say, but Lars' had a feeling that this wasn't over. People didn't just casually fool around with other's of the same sex, on multiple occasions, and then just not talk about it. Ever. No, he was certain that this was only the beginning.

~ End Part Three ~

(Authors Notes: Two new chapters added thus far. I will be posting more on this in the very near future. This has become my current outlet for when I need to escape from my studies. I won't be posting on a set schedule, but I will post as often as I can. Hope you all are enjoying it thus far.)