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The house was uncharacteristically quiet, the gentle sound of light rain falling outside echoed across the room, the ambient noise relaxing Larry who was sat on the couch, leaned over the arm rest and looking at his friend who sat on the singular armchair not too far from him.
The house was quite empty, most of their friends gone and at a bar, drinking and messing around with some of the new friends they made recently. Only a few stayed behind like Larry and Tanner who sat in the hot, dim, living room talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
Tanner wasn't necessarily doing anything exciting, the boy sitting in the old black chair with his legs spread out and arms resting on his lap, focused on retelling one of his dumb stories to Larry who seemingly never got sick of hearing them, looking at Tanner with eyes as if he were the most interesting man in the world. Maybe he was.
Larry's dark eyes were glued onto his friend, his palm holding up his cheek as he listened intently, hanging onto every word spoken, his focus never breaking, a small smile on his lips as he listened. Tanner had his full attention, never interrupting him, laughing at the same old jokes and comments no matter how often he's heard this story.
Maybe it's the way Tanner tells the story, his enthusiasm present in his voice, adding in jokes to make Larry laugh. Maybe it's because Larry never got tired of listening to the same old stories, happy to recall funny moments and revisit the otherwise mundane stories that always managed to put a smile on his face. Maybe it's because Tanner is his best friend, someone who understood him on a level no one else did, always somehow knowing the right thing to say.
Larry always felt so comfortable with Tanner — so relaxed, Larry able to be himself and enjoy their time together. He doesn't know what it is about him, why he feels so free and weightless around him, why he loves spending time with him but he does and he can't help it. It's almost like a drug, Larry unable to stay away, gravitating towards him — Tanner does the same. They just had that connection.
Even with dumb conversations like these or deep meaningful ones later, the two are engrossed in each other, the world around them disappearing, blending into the background as they exchange words, the pair the only two who matter. Maybe it's weird — it probably is, but Larry can listen to Tanner talk all day, no matter the topic.
Like right now, Larry happily listening to Tanner ramble on, nearly lost in his words and syrupy voice, captured by his pretty brown eyes almost as if he's hypnotized by them. He loved it.
Their conversation topics tend to change pretty quickly, the two going from recounting past funny stories to dumb unrealistic hypotheticals to somewhat serious issues — they'd mention problems they had and struggles they were currently facing that they otherwise wouldn't share on a normal day, their conversations briefly going deeper than usual until it changes for the hundredth time.
Today was no different in regards to conversation topics but the atmosphere surrounding them made it easier — the room becoming a more comforting environment for the pair that made these sort of conversations easier to discuss and maintain. Maybe it was because he was with Tanner or maybe it was because it was late and it was raining but it didn't matter, he was here with Tanner, comfortable and happy.
The room grows quiet, Tanner slowly finishing his story, his sentence ending with a small smile on his face. Larry doesn't ever respond to his words — he didn't need to, they understood. Larry matches his smile, Tanner's small grin causing for Larry to feel fuzzy inside for reasons he doesn't quite know and also rather ignore — so he does.
The sound of pattering rain grows louder as the once slow and gentle rainfall becomes stronger, hitting the ground harder as the downpour begins to pick up. The change in pace is enough to pull Larry's attention away from Tanner, turning his head and looking out the glass door for a few seconds, his curious eyes looking through the wet glass despite how dark it was — he couldn't really see anything.
"Larry," calls out Tanner, his voice low yet soft, the sudden call out of his name quickly earning back his attention and meeting his gentle gaze.
He looks at Tanner curiously, watching his friend motion his arm towards himself before he slaps his own lap, Larry immediately understanding his request to go over and sit on his legs, hesitant to do so. He bites his bottom lip out of habit, initially thinking about declining his request and staying where he was now but when Tanner slaps his lap once more with that dumb goofy lopsided smile on his face, Larry is unable to resist.
There wasn't a real reason as to why he was initially hesitant to go over and sit — a part of him mostly felt as if he was joking this time despite how often they tend to do this. He didn't mind sitting on his lap, he actually enjoyed the position if he was being honest, liking the way he fit and was held by his friend. Was that weird? Probably. He doesn't dwell on it, though.
Larry wastes no further time and rises from his spot on the couch, promptly making his way to his friend and sitting on his lap, shifting a few times before finding a comfortable position. Tanner's arms naturally snake around his waist, gently holding him securely in place — it was nothing out of the ordinary, the pair usually sitting in this position.
It was comfortable sitting like this, the position not as weird as it may seem — they were just close like that. They usually did this — Larry sitting on Tanner's lap for only a few minutes before ultimately hopping off and sitting on the seat next to him. It doesn't matter, neither of them never seeming to mind it and honestly? Larry kind of liked it.
"What? You're not gonna face me?"
"Man-"
"There's no one else here but me. You could at least look at me," he chuckles, his tone lighthearted.
Larry playfully rolls his eyes, a small grin he attempts to hide on his lips as he rotates his body and faces his friend, straddling Tanner's hips. Larry's arms briefly wrap themselves around his friend's shoulders in a loose hold before they flop down to his side, limp. Now this...this was a position they didn't sit in quite often, Larry never ever really facing Tanner like this but it doesn't really matter — Larry doesn't mind and it seems like Tanner doesn't either.
"You okay?" asks Larry, slight concern pooling in his eyes.
"Yeah, just thinking about our earlier conversation."
There's a small pause, Larry nodding as he silently waits for Tanner to continue, his dark eyes focused on his friend as he attempts to find the words to speak.
"I dunno, it's dumb but you're so easy to talk to. You always know what to say and...." he pauses, looking away for a brief second before meeting his eyes, "You just get me," he explains, his hands gently holding Larry's hips.
Those simple words are enough to make Larry's face heat up, a light blush creeping on his cheeks, his stomach swirling in reaction. He feels a combination of emotions stir within him and feels the sudden change in atmosphere between them — it feels more intense.
It's new and a little weird, Larry unsure as to why he's feeling the way he does right now, why those words pulled this reaction from him. Larry doesn't know why his stomach is fluttering or why the hell his heart skipped a beat in reaction but it did, Larry immediately ignoring the way it made him feel, pushing these emotions down, preferring to visit them later as he rather not explore their meaning right now. Instead, he flashes him a shy smile.
"I didn't really say anything special, though," he admits.
The atmosphere changes, the room feeling darker and smaller and somehow, despite the loud rapid rain, it felt quieter. He glances at the white round clock that was hung up on the wall and realizes how late it was, Larry losing most sense of time while he was with Tanner, the time, in a way, passing a lot quicker when with him. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel an ounce of fatigue.
Larry's mind wanders to his friends, a part of him wondering how they were doing and if they were having fun, drinking, laughing, and making memories with their newfound friends that they'll never shut up about — he hopes they are. He assumes in the next couple hours he'll hear them drunkingly stumble in, shushing each other as they giggle, likely ending up asleep on one of the couches together, waking up with a horrible hangover the next morning, begging for advil and for the lights to be shut off.
Despite his curiosity, the other part of Larry's mind couldn't bother to care less about where his friends were, what they were doing, and where they'd end up the next morning. Maybe it was selfish of him, too focused on Tanner and their position but he couldn't help think of the two of them right here, right now.
"Maybe to you, but it still helped."
There's a comfortable silence between them, Larry unable to form any words but it's not like it mattered. Their eye contact never breaks, Tanner's dark eyes soft, the rest of his facial expression hard to read as one of his hands slide up Larry's body, the slow gentle movement catching him by surprise.
His skin tingles in response to the soft touch, enjoying the way his hands move up the sides of his body, Larry's breathing slow as he never looks away from his friend's face. Tanner's hands eventually make their way up to the side of Larry's face, resting for a brief second before he pushes a few strands of hair away from his face, Larry speechless, silence filling the air between them.
There's a stirring in his chest, Larry feeling weak, his mind racing with thoughts he never had before — feeling things he never had before. There's a shadow of panic that rises within him, Larry swallowing harshly as his mind scrambles to form a proper thought. He doesn't know why his body is reacting the way it does and it worries him — he thinks that now is probably a good time to get off his lap.
Larry starts to slowly shift his body, his hips rubbing on Tanner's lap, ready to raise his hips, hop off and likely head back to his respective bedroom to scold himself. That is until there's a sudden clash of thunder, the loud boom catching Larry by surprise, jumping in result.
It embarrassing — reacting the way he did to what would otherwise be harmless thunder. His face turns a bright red, his face flushed as he takes in a small breath, Larry attempting to redirect his shy eyes but seemingly unable to pull them away from Tanner's face, almost mesmerized by the boy in front of him.
Several bright lightning strikes shortly follow the loud clash of thunder, Tanner opening his mouth to speak until the power in their house immediately shuts off, the ambient sound disappearing and the room becoming eerily quiet — almost deafening.
The change is atmosphere catches the pair in surprise, Larry pausing his movements, frozen in his lap. His eyes glance between the window and Tanner, unable to properly see his face in the dark, his eyes having difficulty adjusting to the sudden lighting change.
It's weird, sitting on Tanner's lap in the dark, the room eerily quiet as the harsh rainfall and heavy wind is heard through the glass door, their gaze never breaking. He harshly blinks, Larry feeling the air escape his lungs as Tanner's warm calloused hands travel down to his hips, causing him to shudder and for his heart to skip a beat — he likes the warm feeling.
Nerves run through his veins as he shifts on Tanner's lap again, trying to ignore his intense gaze while his mind races with loud panic inducing thoughts, Larry subconsciously moving on top of his friend. He only stops when Tanner squeezes his hips, his eyes flickering to Tanner's dark ones, speechless.
"Larry..." He trails off, his voice low yet soft, laced with hidden arousal.
It's hard to fix his position, Larry continuing to subconsciously shift on Tanner's lap, moving his hips as he thinks about climbing off but Tanner's voice catch him off guard. Larry opens his mouth to respond, to ask him what's wrong but he moves once again, his hips shifting and accidentally thrusting it against Tanner's.
Tanner grips his hips harder, his nails nearly digging into his skin through his shirt, his eyes closing for a brief second as he groans in response, uttering a quiet, "Fuck."
Larry shakily exhales, releasing a quiet huff from the sudden friction as chills shoot up his spine, his skin tingling as his pants stir from the consistent movement. Fuck, that felt really good, Larry tempted to push their limits and thrust into Tanner but his panicked mind is enough to stop him, never going further.
The room feels hot, Larry's face flushed red, heat overtaking him from the sudden contact as his heart rapidly thumps in his chest, Larry internally cringing at himself. In that moment, all he can think about is hopping off of Tanner and running into his room where he'll remain for the rest of the night, ignoring whatever the hell just happened between them but he never does and rather, remains seated on top of his friend.
"Do that again," says Tanner, his large hands having an iron grip on his soft skin, his sultry voice sending shivers down his spine.
The words catch him off guard, Larry never expecting to hear Tanner utter those words but he does and it sparks something within him. His mind is a whirlpool, flooding with thoughts, questions, and scenarios that has him drowning, unable to properly sort through them — so he doesn't. Instead, he follows Tanner's instructions, his heart pounding in his chest.
Without any hesitance, Larry obliges, slowly rocking his hips as their crotches brush against one another, arousal filling his veins. Their eyes are locked in contact as Tanner's hands begin to guide Larry's thrusts, grinding against him. Larry bites his bottom lip, repeating his movements over and over again, slight confidence seeping into his motions from his continuous grinding.
Larry finds a good and consistent rhythm as he continues to rock against his hips, holding back quiet huffs and small groans as he holds onto Tanner's shoulders, his body in flames every time his hips meet Tanner's.
The room feels small, the darkness overtaking the quiet space, eyes barely adjusting to the pitch black that surrounds them. The room around him feels as though it's moving, as if the ceiling is climbing down on them over and over while they remain still and affected. It's dizzying.
Tanner's intense gaze somehow meet his own in the dark room, his amber eyes pooling with lust, his fingers clenching Larry's hips, Tanner's blunt nails digging into his soft skin which leave behind small indents — he doesn't mind. He likes the way it feels, likes the way Tanner grips him.
Larry's mind is racing, loud panicked thoughts flooding his brain all at once, barely able to process them, losing control of his body as his hips seemingly move on their own. He doesn't know what they're doing — why they're doing this but he's too focused on the way his body buzzes to really dwell on that right now.
Larry's skin burns every time they thrust against each other, chills somehow running down his spine at the same time at each contact, Larry holding back small huffs as he quietly pants at the repetitive friction that sends electrifying sparks up his veins — he loves the feeling, unable to get enough.
This is horrendously stupid — Larry knows this but he can't bring himself to stop, his movements only growing more confident each passing second. His nagging yet logical thoughts are loud but they aren't enough to get him to stop — to let go of Tanner's shoulders and climb off his lap, ending this here.
Those chestnut eyes are hypnotizing — his pretty eyes enough to distract Larry from his rational thoughts that circle his brain, drowning them out until they fade into muffled nothingness. There's a number of emotions that stir within him, some that he's unable to identify and one that seems to be painfully obvious that he chooses to ignore and maybe circle back to later.
They've joked about this — grinding against each other at night, but he never thought it'd become a reality, Larry straddling his hips and rubbing his crotch against Tanner's, the pair seemingly lost in each other. Larry doesn't know when it ends, when they'll stop this but a big part of him doesn't want to, wanting to continue whatever the fuck they're doing right now.
He doesn't know why they're doing this to begin with.
There's a gentle feather light touch that soars across Larry's back, goosebumps quickly forming on his warm smooth skin, nearly shivering in response. He realizes it's Tanner — his hands slithering from his hips to his back, crawling under his shirt, feeling and touching his mellow skin.
It pulls a second shiver from Larry, the movement resulting in a harder thrust of his hips, the friction strong as he nearly whines at the contact, causing for his otherwise normal shaded face to flush a deep red. He bites his bottom lip, attempting to ignore the tent in his pants growing larger.
Larry knows this is fucked up — sitting on your best friend's lap, pushing and grinding, huffing and panting only to grow hard in result. What were they thinking? What was he thinking? This was such a dumb idea but he can't bring himself to stop.
God, what the fuck is he doing?
Larry's dick stirs, twitching from the repeated contact, his growing bulge prominent from their rhythmic grinding. He tries to ignore it — to pretend it isn't there but when he glances down at their clothed laps, he sees the way his erection pokes through his shorts, Larry immediately filled with embarrassment.
It's expected but he's still shy about it, his face flushed from the realization. Larry hopes Tanner doesn't notice it — doesn't see how hard he was, the thought making him want to sink into the couch and hide. He thinks maybe he can end this whole thing here — to hop off his lap and call it night and pretend as if nothing ever happened but he never makes an effort to do so.
However, as Larry continues to rock his hips, he feels something poke against his inner thighs, his eyes trailing down to Tanner's legs and notices the obvious tent in his pants, his own erection protruding and rubbing against his own. Larry's embarrassment is short lived once he realizes that Tanner is as hard as he is, the shadow of anxiety that hung over him disappearing, Larry surprised at the revelation.
It shouldn't be so surprising — Tanner being as hard as he was, especially with the way Larry held onto him and moved his hips, but for some reason it still was, Larry unable to fathom the thought that he was the reason Tanner had a fucking boner right now.
It's almost scary, the way Larry was easily lost in Tanner, the way the world around him was quickly forgotten as he moved against the boy under him, huffing from the pleasured friction. It's scary, Tanner and Larry's friendship running so deep that he never thought twice about anything with him.
He knows it's a bad idea at the back of mind, knows that they shouldn't be doing this, especially with how caught up Larry tends to get in things but he can't help it, the lust taking over all logical parts of his brain. He wants to blame it on the storm but he knows he isn't fooling anyone.
Larry feels a melting pot of emotions right now, his mind scrambled as he struggles to process this entire situation. His anxiety is short lasting, quickly fading away into nothingness, his lust taking over but there's still that tiny bit of hesitance that lingers despite his consistent movements.
It's weird — facing a combination of emotions like these. It's almost overwhelming, Larry timid, afraid, and confident all at the same time. Nevertheless, he remains undeterred and continues to grind against Tanner.
It feels too good for Larry to stop here, his body tingling and heart pounding against his chest, sparks running down his body. He can't help but tense up, nearly moaning whenever their clothed cocks rub up against each other, his eyes fluttering shut from the blissful sensation.
His surroundings blend into each other, the storming rain distorted in his ears, sounding as if it were further away, the darkness only growing even with his eyes adjusting. The room itself grows colder but he's never felt warmer than he did now pressed against Tanner.
It becomes increasingly harder to hold back his movements, Larry becoming more and more desperate as they go on, his dick only growing harder and noticeable through his pants. There's a hint of desperation in the way he grinds his hips, Larry craving that relief — to feel more of that blissful friction.
Larry holds onto Tanner's shoulders and shamelessly speeds up his movements, his hips moving with more fervor and poise. He ignores his screaming mind, ignores the way his heart races in his chest and focuses solely on the way his body tingles, allowing for his body to take over for once — something he doesn't do quite often.
His grip on Tanner's shoulder tightens, Larry roughly thrusting his hips forward, rubbing against Tanner who thrusted upwards into Larry at the same time, the action resulting in an intense friction that elicits a silent groan from the smaller boy, electric jolts shooting up his veins. Holy shit, that felt so fucking good.
"Uh, fuck," he groans, his voice is low and filled with pleasure, desperate undertones present.
Tanner's eyes quickly shoot up at Larry, their eyes meeting in an deep gaze, his chestnut eyes almost impossible to see in the darkness that surrounds them. That doesn't stop him from being pulled in by his eyes, catching the lust and desire that pools inside, their eye contact never breaking. He feels weak at the sight.
Larry doesn't understand why he's so enchanted by Tanner — doesn't understand the power he has over him. Tanner is able to turn him weak just by looking at him, Larry lost in himself and the moment between them. He wants to blame it on their horniess but deep down he knows that isn't quite the case.
Larry continues to move his hips, grinding down on Tanner as he holds onto him, Tanner's larger hands gripping his hips and guiding his movements, their eyes glued to each other. He struggles to hold back his quiet groans, small whimpers and whines escaping his lips no matter the effort he puts in to stop them, especially with the way Tanner grips him.
They're lost in each other — their contact never breaking as Larry continues his movements, his eyes half lidded and lips slightly parted, Tanner's expression not too far off from Larry's. He sees Tanner slowly lean in closer, Larry's heart racing at the sight and proximity, immediately feeling as though his mind is playing tricks on him — that the darkness has him confused and conjuring up images that aren't there.
He doesn't know what to think or feel as Tanner slowly approaches closer, Larry wanting to lean in and meet him halfway but remains frozen in place, only able to instinctively move his hips. It feels fake — it feels like a dream. It isn't until Tanner's plush lips meet Larry's neck that he knows it's real.
It isn't exactly what he thought his lips were headed but he wasn't complaining.
Tanner shamelessly begins to plant wet kisses on his neck, gently nibbling on his sensitive skin before his tongue briefly laps over the area, Larry immediately moaning at the feeling, unable to control the sound escaping his lips, his grip on Tanner's shoulder only tightening, eyes closing.
Fuck, he loves that, never realizing how much he'd enjoy someone sucking on his neck until Tanner did it but it doesn't matter, it feels so fucking good, especially combined with their grinding and thrusting — he can't get enough.
Larry slightly tilts his head back, granting Tanner better access to his neck, Larry craving for more. He feels a small smile against his neck, the short stubble tickling his skin before Tanner grazes his teeth against his skin. Larry moans once again, his hips thrusting harder in response to the feeling, closing his eyes as he drinks in the sensation. Tanner sinks his teeth in, Larry's mind blank and empty with all and any rational thoughts as plump gentle lips connect with untouched skin.
He never realized how sensitive his neck was.
Larry no longer thinks about the consequences, any and all previous thoughts of this being a bad and stupid idea leaving his mind, Larry no longer concerned with possible ramifications and drawbacks that may occur in result. The sole thought of wanting — no needing more of Tanner quickly replacing those anxious panicked thoughts that flooded his mind.
"Larry..." calls out Tanner. His saccharine voice fills the air and snaps Larry out of his thoughts.
Larry's movements start to slow, lazily opening his eyes and meeting Tanner's own, breathless and nearly weightless. He doesn't know what to say so he remains quiet, intently watching the boy in front of him.
The air between them remains quiet, one of Tanner's hands subtly sliding up Larry's body until they reach their desired destination. His hand curls around the back of Larry's neck, his grip loose while his other hand slides down his hips and to the hem of his shorts. His two fingers slip in but never push beyond the band, Tanner's pink lips only a few inches away from Larry's ear, his warm breath tickling his skin which results in a light shudder.
"I wanna make you feel good. Can I take these off?" his voice is thick like honey, his tone seductive as his fingers fiddle with his shorts, teasing his crotch area.
The words catch him by surprise, Larry immediately losing his breath at his request. He feels his dick stir in his pants — hard and aching for more contact. Larry never realized how badly he wanted this, how badly he wanted more of this, craving for them to go further. Larry doesn't even hesitate, fervently nodding and murmuring a quiet 'yes' in response.
Was it stupid of him to say he doesn't know what to expect? Sure, Tanner was fiddling with his shorts, requesting to remove them but he still wasn't sure what he had planned, never going this far with Tanner before. He doesn't know what to expect but from his low tone and sultry voice, he knows it somehow will be better than this.
The thought — ideas of what may happen only excite him more, Larry's stomach swirling as his mind rackets through the possibilities, especially when he craved more contact. This doesn't feel real, the room dark, quiet, and somehow feeling small, his mind a blur as his surroundings feel distorted. It almost feels like he's dreaming, his body light and stomach fluttering — he hopes to god it's not.
Even with Larry's uncertainty, he still trusts Tanner, his fears and anxieties gone when he was with him, never reluctant when he asks him to do most things, especially in that voice. This entire situation feels like a dream to him but he still holds so much trust in his friend that it doesn't even matter to him, his usual nerves disappearing, gone and not missed. So, Larry immediately agrees and lets Tanner do his thing.
Larry exhales, licking his lips as his eyes follow Tanner's movements, his hands subtle, slow, and gentle as they grip his black shorts and promptly pull them halfway down to his thighs. Tanner briefly meets his eyes, Larry getting the idea and shuffling on his lap, helping Tanner in removing his shorts as it proved difficult in their current position.
They're successful in their attempt, the shorts being tossed onto the floor next to them, the cool air hitting Larry's bare thighs. Goosebumps grow on his skin, Tanner's larger hands wasting no time and immediately traveling down to his thighs and gripping them, his thumb caressing the skin.
Oh...he liked the way that felt — liked the way his larger hands contrasted against his smaller thighs and gripped his soft skin, his fingers digging in and leaving blunt indents. He could only imagine how it'd feel if Tanner were to put his lips on them, if he were to sink in his teeth and leave behind marks, the images and idea alone sparking something within him. He tried not to think about it.
Right now, however, Larry is left in his boxers, vulnerability and embarrassment stirring within him as he attempts to avoid Tanner's hungry eyes, his heart rate increasing and desire growing the longer he remains untouched. Tanner attempts to admire him the best he can in the dark, his eyes traveling down his torso before landing on his hard dick that pokes against the fabric, his eyes focused on his erection.
Larry's eyes flicker back to the boy in front of him, anticipation and desperation swimming in his veins as he watches Tanner's hands slither over to his crotch and cupping it, lightly pressing down. Larry lets out a quiet mewl, his body tensing at the feeling, his nails digging deeper into his back. Fuck.
Larry's eyes widen, his cheeks tinting a light red, body hot as embarrassment hits him like a wave, his hand hastily covering his mouth in an attempt to muffle his sounds. That was embarrassing — the high pitched sound he just let out from a simple teasing action. He glares at Tanner for being such a tease, attempting to cover up his flushed face and pretend that sound he just made didn't happen.
He was so hard it hurt, Larry desperate for any sort of relief, ready to take whatever Tanner would give him, wishing he would just touch him already. But of course Tanner would tease him before they get into any of that — he shouldn't be so surprised. It's not like he hated it either.
Tanner flashes Larry a sheepish smile, his fingers lightly touching him through the dark fabric which nearly turns wet in result, his movements slow and steady. Larry shuts his eyes in pleasure, unable to keep them open as he revels in the luscious sensation, his breathing only growing heavier.
He tries to stay quiet, to hold back and muffle any sounds that may escape his lips but it feels impossible with the way Larry's body buzzed. It was easier said than done.
The touch is so small — so light that it shouldn't be having large of an impact of him but it was. He doesn't know what it is, why he's so fucking sensitive down there, why he's so easily riled up. Was it the weather? Their position? Was it Tanner?
He can't help but love it.
And fuck, Larry aches for more, aches to go further and feel more than what he was now, pure desire flooding his veins. Images of Tanner slipping his hands under the fabric only fuel him, the thought only causing further desperation on Larry's end as he imagines the way his warmer larger hands would feel on him.
His desires only grow stronger when he feels Tanner's soft lips press against his neck, his short stubble grazing his skin, tickling him as he leaves behind wet gentle kisses. Larry loves the way they feel, a chill running up his spine, his scarlet lips so plush and tender, Larry obsessed with the feel of his lips, yearning for them to meet his own. They feel so angelic — maybe they were.
"Tanner, can you-" he starts, cutting off his own sentence, pausing as he contemplates his words, his voice desperate and high pitched.
It's a habit — speaking before thinking, before having a coherent thought in his mind. This time it's no different, Larry unsure as to why he spoke up to begin with as he actively avoids his piercing gaze. He isn't sure what he's asking for, his mind vacant as he struggles to search his brain for answers he knows he doesn't have. All he does know, however, is that he wants Tanner in whatever form it may be.
Luckily for him, Larry's inability to communicate his wants and desires aren't much of an issue as Tanner is able to easily read Larry — to tell what it is he wants from him, what he craves and aches for. Was he that obvious or did Tanner just know him that well?
Tanner licks his lips, his larger hands meticulously palming Larry through his boxers, the fabric rapidly turning wet in result. He attempts to soften his breathing but the task appears impossible with the way he was being touched right now, the anticipation killing him. Tanner's eyes glance over at Larry, admiring his face for a few quick seconds before they flicker down to his lap, eyeing his crotch.
The room feels as if it's shrinking, Tanner leaning in closer towards Larry, his movements slow and calculated, almost as if he were reluctant. Larry sucks in a breath, Tanner's lips brushing his lips, the proximity resulting in chills shooting up his spine.
He doesn't know what to think, feel, or expect, the room silent as all he can hear is the pattering rain coming from outside, the faint sound of thunder clashing echoing in the near distance. Larry just needs Tanner to do something — anything, desperate for some sort of relief.
The room is dreadfully silent and Larry hates it — hates that neither of them are saying a word as their eyes never break contact. Larry is speechless, struggling to process the aura around them, the air thick and heavy as if he were moving underwater.
Larry's skin tingles from Tanner's warm hands resting on his waistband, his body on high alert as that's the only sensation he's able to feel. Tanner's fingers fiddle with the black band, his warm breath ghosting his skin as he slowly leans in closer, Larry instinctively gravitating towards his touch and warmth almost as if it pulls him in.
He shakily exhales, Larry attempting to hide his desperation as Tanner's fingers slip inside a few inches through his boxers, Larry's heart stuttering at the action. Larry needs him to keep going, to stop teasing him and just touch him already but fuck, he doesn't dare ask.
Tanner's lips subconsciously move closer to Larry's, his half lidded eyes temporarily breaking their contact as they flicker around Larry's face and pink lips, pausing for a few seconds before meeting them back in a piercing gaze. His hands grasp the black waistband and in a slow teasing motion, he pull down the dark fabric down to his thighs.
Out of habit, Larry subconsciously holds his breath, his hands tightly gripping Tanner's shoulder, his blunt nails digging into his skin and leaving behind shallow nail marks. His dick gets exposed to the room's cool air which only twitches in anticipation, Larry desperately holding back quiet whines. He ignores his pounding heart.
"You're so hard," he whispers, his syrupy voice gentle but hoarse. It pierces through him and leaves him wanting more.
"Yeah," is all Larry manages to utter, his voice frail.
Tanner's large hands are calloused and warm as they shamelessly creep their way onto Larry's thighs, gripping and squeezing the skin beneath them, Tanner obsessed with the size and feel. Larry releases a quiet huff, his eyes fluttering shut as he revels in way Tanner holds him, biting his bottom lip. He resists thrusting against Tanner, holding back the urge and ignoring his aching cock.
He doesn't do it immediately — touch him that is. Tanner's hands meticulously travel from his soft thighs up to his vline, his fingers trailing along his warm skin, appreciating his shape until resting on his waist, his stomach churning in anticipation.
Their shared gaze breaks, Larry's dark eyes following Tanner's sluggish hands travel to his crotch, his movements calculated and intentional. He sucks in a breath, the warm trail pulling him in as he anticipates Tanner's next move.
He feels pulled in, his body gravitating towards Tanner as the walls melt around him, his half lidded eyes flickering down to where Tanner's hands lie, gripping his hips as his hot breath tickles Larry's skin.
His mind slows down, melting as the world around them disappears, Larry feeling as though he's underwater, struggling to catch his breath and having difficulty moving. He can only stare at the boy in front of him, waiting for him to do anything, a quiet huff escaping his lips.
Tanner leans in, his lips teasingly brushing past Larry's, the feeling intoxicating, pulling him in as his lungs struggle for breath. Tanner's lips move towards his soft cheeks, never pressing against them but rather brushing them against the smooth surface, Tanner ignoring the way Larry subtly chases his lips.
There's a small pause, his deep dark eyes flickering up towards Larry's for a split second, his gaze pulling him as the heated trail of his large hands sneak towards his crotch and promptly wrapping his hot fingers around his shaft, gripping his hard dick, the touch catching him off guard.
Larry's body tenses, chills running up his spine as sparks of arousal travel through his veins, Larry nearly thrusting in result as he releases a hushed huff, slight relief washing over Larry as he attempts to hold back sounds he urges to make.
Larry is embarrassingly hard — at least that's how he feels, especially with Tanner's larger hands wrapped around his shaft, his dick dripping with precum. He refuses to meet his eyes, looking away as he waits for something — anything to happen, tempted to thrust against his hands but he doesn't, resisting that dumb urge.
Those thoughts start to slowly trickle back into his mind, the logical and somewhat negative ideas returning and filling his brain, his mind spinning in result. Does Tanner feel the same? Is he rethinking their actions? Feeling regret? Larry hopes he doesn't — hoping that wasn't the case and that he wants to continue because despite his own negative thoughts, Larry knows he himself wants to continue.
When Tanner flashes him a quick smirk, Larry knows that he's definitely overthinking this.
It's teasing — frustrating almost how still Tanner's fingers remain, his grip remaining tight but never making an effort to provide him with any relief, Larry aching for something. Larry doesn't ask, doesn't speak up and request for Tanner to provide him with any relief and attempts to stay quiet, repressing his hushed whines and quiet huffs.
Tanner leans in impossibly closer, his lips mere inches away from Larry's cheek, his soft lips traveling down and pressing down onto the warm skin on his neck, Larry's eyes fluttering shut as he revels in the way Tanner's lips feel against his neck. He feels as though he's going to melt, as if he'll sink and meld into Tanner at the feeling.
Larry instinctively stretches his neck, tilting his head back as Tanner trails wet kisses down to the centre of his neck, his teeth lightly grazing against his skin — he shivers at the feeling. Tanner makes it a point to suck on a few particular patches on his neck, leaving behind small purple bruises that has Larry whining in response. Tanner soothingly laps the area with his tongue, the action more teasing.
Tanner must've read his mind or decided to be nice and stop teasing Larry because his hands suddenly start to slide up and down his shaft in a languid motion, his eyes peering into Larry's dazed eyes. His grip is light, almost hesitant in a way, no longer gripping his dick the way he was mere minutes prior. He struggles to move with ease, his strokes rough and inconsistent, the lack of lube proving this otherwise simple action difficult and in result, isn't able to give Larry the relief he desperately craves. It doesn't really matter.
The room is hot, his heart pounding against his chest as he inches closer to that bliss he craves. Larry tries to move his hips with Tanner's movements, his mind void of all thoughts as his smaller body instantly takes over, losing any ounce of self control he had left. He wants more of him — wants more of the euphoric feeling that's pooling within him, he can't help it. Larry loves the way Tanner's hands feel on him, calloused yet oddly soft at the same time, warmth emitting from his palms.
Despite the slow and gentle strokes, Larry is still able to feel that electrifying spark that travels through his veins, his back arching while he attempts to grind his hips, his arms wrapped around Tanner's neck as he revels in the feeling of his pink plush lips against his skin. It feels so good he can't help it, his head tilted back as his body moves on its own.
Tanner is mesmerized, unable to pull his eyes away from the view as he watches the way Larry arches, his eyes drifting upwards towards his face. Despite already adjusting to the overwhelming darkness, it was still quite difficult to see Larry's face — he was able to see his mouth slightly parted, his eyes lazily open, half lidded as he held back sounds, small huffs of breath being the most he'd release.
It's breathtaking — his honey eyes nearly rolled back as he's lost in the feeling, his hips moving on their own against Tanner's hands, craving more of that friction. It only motivates Tanner to keep going, increasing the speed of his strokes as his lips sloppily trail down, reaching closer to Larry's jawline.
Shit, that felt good, the way Tanner's lips kissed along his jawline, his tongue gliding along and lapping at his skin as his hands worked him — he loves it. With his continued movements, Larry feels Tanner's bulge below him, his hard dick poking through his own pants against his inner thighs as he desperately thrusts against Tanner's slick hands, craving more — he likes the way it feels.
"Shit, wait-" he breathes, his voice faint.
Tanner slows down, disconnecting his plush lips from his neck and slowly peers up at him, his eyes pooling with desire. His cheeks are tinted red.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice a whisper.
He nods, inhaling a small breath. His hands trail down from his shoulders to his chest, his fingertips grazing Tanner's skin until they reach the top of pants, fiddling with the waistband.
"You're hard. Take these off."
He thought Tanner would've put up more of a fight, would've argued to keep them on but he didn't — he wasn't sure why he would. Instead, he temporarily unwraps his hands from Larry shaft, letting go of his dick and begins to lower is own pants, Larry holding back a whimper from the loss of contact, missing the way his larger hands felt — missing the warmth.
The room is silent, the sound of rain and faint thunder echoing in the distance, Larry sitting comfortably ontop of Tanner, his heart rate slowly calming as he watches the man below him grip the waistband of his own pants, shuffling his body and nearly writhing as he struggles to remove his grey sweatpants.
Tanner doesn't have the patience and gives up fairly quickly, the task too difficult with Larry sitting on his lap and instead lowers his pants far down enough where his dick is exposed, bouncing out and free from it's tight constraints. Larry ignores the fact that Tanner was wearing no boxers under his sweats.
He hopes Tanner didn't notice the way Larry stared.
It springs out, Tanner's dick hard and large in size. It's girthier than he expected — Larry unable to pull his eyes away from the image before him. It's intimidating, his stomach swirling with a combination of excitement and nervousness.
He licks his lips, the cold room growing warmer, the space between them growing tighter, Larry's heart rate picking up as he anticipates his next move. He patiently waits for something — anything to happen, his grip on Tanner's shoulders subconsciously growing tighter.
Tanner remains still — frozen in place as his dark chestnut eyes scale Larry's painted neck, admiring the faint purple markings left behind as they start to darken and form distinct shapes. Larry feels himself grow more desperate.
Larry doesn't think twice about his next move, his smaller hand slow and nearly hesitant as they slide down Tanner's larger and slightly more toned body and resting above his crotch. He takes in a small breath and wraps his slim fingers around Tanner's shaft, his slender fingers appearing a lot more smaller next to Tanner's dick.
Larry doesn't hesitate and immediately starts sliding his hands up and down his shaft, giving him only a few lazy strokes. Tanner groans in response, his eyes closing at the contact as he slowly snaps back into his dazed reality, his face inching closer to Larry as he promptly takes over, his hands replacing Larry's smaller ones and taking full control.
It's not exactly what he expected but he wasn't necessarily complaining, Larry looking up and immediately being met with Tanner flashing him a quick sly smile. Larry parts his lips, his body tensing as quick short breaths fill the space between them.
Tanner's eyes are pooled with lust as he takes hold of Larry's dick and teasingly squeezes the base, his grip tight as he quickly slides it up and down, the strokes now a lot more smoother. He twists his wrist in different angles, his thumb rubbing the slit every so often in a teasing manner, the pace constantly changing from quick to unbearably slow, the strokes a lot more enjoyable this time around. Larry covers his mouth, muffling the broken moans that escape his lips, too shy to be any louder.
Larry never notices the way Tanner looks at him with those hungry eyes filled with nothing but desire, licking his lips everytime he releases a quiet sound, mesmerized. Tanner loves the sound — loves the way Larry sounds when Tanner strokes him, the muffled moans only motivating Tanner to push more out of Larry, wishing to hear more. What else can he pull out of him?
There's so much heat exchanged between them, the once cold air that surrounded them no longer affecting them, Larry to focused on the pleasurable feeling to care. Tanner's slick hands slide up and down with ease, occasionally tightening his grip as he moves up the shaft, his wrist twisting. How is he so good at this? Surely this isn't his first time giving someone a handjob, right? God knows Larry has given his fair share.
It becomes increasingly difficult to remain quiet, Larry desperately holding back sounds that are pulled from him, his body nearly shaking as Tanner works him, his dark hungry eyes focused on Larry. His body is buzzing from the relief that washes over him, reveling in the way Tanner's hands occasionally speed up, his thumb grazing over the tip teasingly. Tanner is so good at this he can barely keep his composure.
Larry is surprised — slightly taken aback when Tanner grips his own hard cock and presses it against Larry's, their erect dicks rubbing against each other in a sweet friction that elicits a loud gasp. Tanner's dark lustful eyes glimpse over at him, licking his lips as his larger calloused hands wrap around both dicks and strokes them simultaneously, his hands sliding up and down smoothly.
Okay, this is fairly new to Larry. Sure, he was well aware of the concept — he knew what it was and he was also never opposed to the idea of doing it, he just never had the chance to experience it...until now. He definitely wasn't complaining, Larry loving the way their cocks rubbed against each other as Tanner effortlessly worked them. It felt amazing, his toes curling at the sensation, their body's blatant size difference only increasing that.
Chills run up his spine, his skin on fire as heat engulfs him, his body tense. He attempts to thrust against Tanner's hands, an immediate pleasure washing over him, a cloud of lust looming before him as he begins to feel weightless like a drug, reveling in the way Tanner strokes their two erections together.
He doesn't care if this is a bad idea — doesn't care about the consequences, his mind empty as all he's able to focus on is Tanner and his pink lips, large hands, and the way their bodies moved in a synchronized motion. It felt too good, too amazing for Larry to even think about the negative repercussions it may bring. He doesn't really care.
Larry's blunt nails dig into Tanner's skin, scratching his otherwise unmarked shoulder and leaving behind light scratch marks as his breath grows more and more labored, Tanner's shoulder turning red in result. His dazed eyes gloss over to Larry, intently watching the way his body curves, his hips thrusting into Tanner's slick hands, his movements growing more and more desperate each passing second.
His body moves on its own, feeling as though his body is on autopilot, Larry losing all control of his movements and having no say in what it does next. He doesn't hate it.
Wet yet plush lips meet his skin, the feeling of teeth lightly grazing his skin catching his attention, quick sparks shooting up his body. His lips are out of sync with his hands, his kisses slightly slower and intentional in comparison.
A part of him wonders where his lips would end up next.
It's dumb but, Larry definitely didn't think they'd end up here tonight and yet, somehow, they did and here they are now — sitting on the living room seat as they desperately got each other off, lust clouding their minds. But to be fair, who would see this coming? It's not everyday where you get involved sexually with your best friend during a thunderstorm.
Maybe it shouldn't be so surprising with the pair's endless joke flirting and dumb jokes they make with each other, almost always treading towards sexual territory, their friends rolling their eyes disapprovingly at them as they get lost in each other's laughter. He wasn't really complaining.
There wasn't necessarily sexual tension between them — at least not to Larry's knowledge, but with continued flirting and jokes, he understands why this may occur and where these sudden desires may manifest from. Honestly? He liked it, loving the way he fit on top of Tanner and the way his lips felt against his skin, almost as if their bodies were made for each other.
It doesn't matter how they got here...not anymore — at least not to Larry. They were already in too deep, the pair gone too far to ever come back from this, their actions irreversible. Larry's mind is too clouded with lust to properly think about anything, the negative ramifications being pushed to the back of his mind as his desire took over.
It isn't like he never tried to stop and think about the potential negative repercussions this may lead to because he certainly did try, his mind flooded with panicked and logical thoughts, nagging and screaming at him to stop, reminding him why it was such a bad idea. He screamed at himself to stop this — to climb off his lap and call it a night but he never did, ultimately caving into his desires.
Logically speaking, it should be fine. It wasn't like Larry had any feelings for Tanner besides this current lust that circled his brain. Sure, he found Tanner attractive and maybe sometimes wondered what it'd be like to...do things with him but it didn't matter. Point was, he doesn't hold any romantic feelings for his friend so it shouldn't matter or affect them...right?
Everything will be fine, he shouldn't have to worry about catching feelings for his friend, shouldn't have to worry about crossing that line of friendship and wanting to be more than that. The odds of that were slim and everything should be okay.
It isn't a big deal — sitting on top of Tanner and thrusting against his hands and dick, Larry holding back quiet broken moans, the pair unable to keep their hands off each other. It should be fine.
Tanner squeezes their erections, his grip tightening, the euphoric feeling snapping Larry out of his thoughts, his head shooting upwards, his half lidded eyes peering down at Tanner. He quietly whimpers, Larry thrusting forward in instinct, glimpsing at Tanner through his black locks that's fallen in front of his eyes.
"S-shit, go faster," he whispers, pleading for more relief, his body moving with fervor.
He doesn't need to tell Tanner twice, his movements immediately increasing in speed as they become more sporadic, desperate in a sense. His hands move sloppily — a lot more unsynchronized, his hands gripping tighter as he strokes them, Larry thrusting his hips and rubbing their dicks together, moaning at the feeling.
Tanner is way too good at this, his hands moving with so much ease and poise, knowing exactly where and how to grip and when to twist his wrist, thumb rubbing over his slit. It leaves Larry nearly trembling, quiet huffs and moans escaping his pink lips, eyes glued onto the boy in front of him.
A part of him wonders if he's done this before, if he's fucked another guy in the past. It was none of his business — he knows this, but his mind can't help but wonder with the way Tanner's hands move so elegantly, movements filled with intent.
Even with all this stimulation, Larry wants to feel more — wants to feel that sweet friction he craves as their bodies meld closer together, heat engulfing them in a small bubble, the room feeling small. His arms are loosely wrapped around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he holds back broken moans.
He can't stop thinking about Tanner and the way he works him, his attractive face filling his otherwise blank mind, focused on the blissful sparks that run through him. Tanner's hands are hot, rough, yet somehow soft as they're slick with precum. Larry feels his body tensing, his back subconsciously arching as he throws his head back, eyes closed as he revels in the way Tanner enthusiastically strokes their dicks together, drawing muffled broken moans from Larry, eyebrows furrowed.
Larry doesn't notice the way Tanner watches him, doesn't feel the way he gazes at him with those intense hungry eyes, watching the way he whimpers and writhes. Larry mewls, the sound quiet but intense enough to have Larry embarrassed, cheeks tinting a light shade of red. He hopes Tanner doesn't notice.
He knows he shouldn't be so embarrassed, that he shouldn't be all flustered with how his body tends to react, that train having left long ago but he still can't help it, the sound Tanner is able to pull from him managing to get Larry all shy and flustered, unable to meet his eyes in result. Larry doesn't realize that Tanner finds it endearing.
Tanner seems to break out of his small trance, his lustful eyes pulling away from Larry as he sluggishly leans in, his red wet lips pressing against his warm skin and trailing a line of kisses around his neck. Larry loves this — he does, but fuck, he can't shove away this nagging urge that lies at the back of his mind as it crawls its way back to the surface.
Larry wishes Tanner's red lips would land on his own, to meet him in an endless kiss that leaves him breathless. He wants Tanner to kiss him senseless until he forgets his name — until their lips are numb and swollen, leaving him dumbfounded, holding each other as they reach their climax. The urge only grows stronger each time Tanner sucks on his neck, Larry never realizing how badly he wanted to kiss his friend until now, the thought never crossing his mind.
It was probably weird, right? Kissing him as they got off in the living room darkness, heavily breathing into each other. It almost felt like they were crossing a line in a sense — one Larry was afraid to cross. It shouldn't be weird, though, especially since Larry knew he didn't carry any romantic feelings for his friend, the hypothetical kiss essentially having zero impact on their relationship.
He was probably overthinking it.
Regardless, Larry shoves that feeling to the back of his mind, hoping it'd go away and fade into nothingness. As much as he craves it, craves to kiss his friend, he doesn't know where this sudden urge came from, why his heart is suddenly racing in his chest, and why his face was heating up. It was probably nothing, thinking too deeply into this. It'll probably go away.
It should be fine, right?
Except it doesn't go away, Larry's feelings never changing, unsuccessfully fading away. He can't stop thinking about it — can't stop thinking about his pink lips pressing against his own, moving them in an elegant dance. He wants it so bad, his heart stuttering whenever he pictures it in his mind. He doesn't know why.
Despite his urges, he doesn't ask Tanner, afraid of breaking that boundary and creating a weird atmosphere between them. Instead, he appreciates the wet kisses that Tanner leaves behind on his neck, hungrily littering him with faint marks and gentle nibbles, Larry drinking in the feeling. This was just as good.
He loves how his lips feel against his neck, how his teeth graze against his skin, how his tongue licks the small patch soothingly right after. He can't get enough.
Tanner's thumb rubs against the slit of his dick, Larry gasping as he's broken out of his thoughts, causing him to shiver, briefly biting his bottom lip. He shudders, a chill running up his spine as pressure coils in his stomach.
"Fuck, I'm close," he announces, Tanner peering up at him, their dark eyes meeting in a gaze, the room shrinking around them, almost dizzying.
There's so much heat radiating between them, their bodies moist as Larry's shirt is half risen up, their faces only a few inches apart, the temptation to lean in strong. Tanner's free hand glides around his torso, creeping under his shirt and meticulously feeling every inch of him, his lips planting small kisses wherever they could reach, leaving no surface untouched — that is except for his lips.
"You gonna come?" he whispers, his hands moving quickly, grip tight, Larry desperately nodding.
"Fuck, Tanner I'm gonna-"
Tanner's dark lustful eyes meets Larry's pleading ones, silently groaning, his hands speeding up, disparity hiding behind it. Larry clenches his shoulder, his hand covering his mouth, body tensing.
"Go ahead, come," whispers Tanner, a small smirk plastered on his stupid face.
That pushes him over the edge, white liquid shooting out and landing on Tanner's hands, Larry muffling his moans and broken cries with his hands, body quivering as he feels weightless, head in the clouds. His skin tingles, Larry heavily breathing as he comes down his high, tiredly dropping his head onto Tanner's shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
Larry's mind is fuzzy and blank as fatigue washes over him. It doesn't take long for Tanner to come, reaching his climax soon after and spilling all over his hands as Larry recovers, Tanner groaning as he grips his hips, toes curling. Tanner pants, his breathing heavy, unwrapping his hand from their dicks, tired.
Tanner's free (and clean) hand pets the back of Larry's hair, his fingers gently running through the dark soft locks, gently scratching the scalp every so often. Larry's flushed face remains hidden in the crook of Tanner's neck, their breathing slowing down as they begin to come down their own high, the room eerily quiet. His body relaxes — almost growing limp as he leans against Tanner, breathing in his musky scent.
It feels nice, the way his fingers run through his hair, affection hidden in the simple action. He quietly hums in result, content as he appreciates the feeling. Larry can't help but close his eyes, fatigue overtaking his body, the room still in a silent darkness, sitting comfortably on top of Tanner. He can easily fall asleep in this position, weary eyes falling shut with his head nuzzled in Tanner's shoulder — he wouldn't be surprised if he did.
There's a shared silence between them, neither of them exchanging any words, the silence loud, nearly deafening but definitely not uncomfortable. There was still the gentle pattering of the rain that was faintly heard in the background, the thunder and lightning no longer present.
It's nice — lying here with Tanner. He loves the way he fits on his lap, how warm his body is mushed against his own, listening to nice ambient sound. Maybe it's weird, especially after what they had just done but he can't help but love this — love the way they lie here together on the couch.
Tanner's hands languidly slide down from Larry's hair, his calloused hands trailing down his body to the hem of his shirt, fiddling with the fabric before he slips his hands under. He moves his hands up his back, feeling the smooth surface, gingerly caressing the warm skin between his shoulder blades, his touch light and angelic, almost as if Tanner was hesitant.
Larry's body is relaxed, his breathing calm, his arms never letting go of Tanner, holding onto him as he feels himself slowly drift into what feels like a gentle sleep, his mind blank.
Even with their comfortable position they currently lie in, it was quite obvious how much of a bad idea this was — something they shouldn't have done and probably thought deeper into, however, what's done is done and there isn't much they could do to change that. A line was crossed — one that neither of them expected to cross.
Neither of them know where they stand now, how things are going to change between them, and what happens after this but right now, as crazy as it may seem, it doesn't matter. They don't think about it, ignoring those panicky thoughts that tread their mind and instead, enjoy each other's presence before their friends return home from their night out.