klars oneshots

first time...😏

WARNING: this chapter contains smut!!!

Kirk's pov:

So apparently there's a difference between wanting to have sex, and wanting to have sex.

Got it, noted.

Me and Lars have been dating for a little over three months. We've gotten so close to doing it multiple times over the last two weeks. Sexual tensions were undoubtedly rising quickly.

"You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for," Lars would always tell me when I'd back out of it mid-steamy-make out session.

But I felt ready. That is, until things started happening. I knew he would never pressure me into doing anything I didn't want to, but I still felt like a let-down.

I think I'm just afraid that it might suck.

"But it's you're first time, it's probably gonna suck," Cliff, Corinne, James, and Ash all told me when I asked them for advice about it.

Maybe I'm not ready?

Oh, but I know I am. I love Lars more than anything. There's no other person I'd rather do something so special with. I trusted him. I wanted to do this with him.

Maybe it's because I've never had sex, let alone gay sex. No one ever talked about it.

That was it.

But neither had he, so why did that still bother me?

Neither of us would know what we were doing, so would being good really even matter?

And under the surface, Lars was the most loving, compassionate person ever. He wouldn't expect me to be incredibly amazing the first time, would he?

Of course not, I told myself.

I wanted tonight to be the night. I texted Ash, as I always did with these kinds of nervous-relationship things.

i wanna have sex with lars tonight

bro i did not need to know that but ok

i'm scared

then don't do it

but i want to

sometimes you just gotta do it scared, kirkito. i love you but i'm not telling you how to suck a dick

i didn't ask you that🙄

I was just going to have to figure it out. I had already asked Lars to come over tonight, so I was pretty much trapped. But I was ready. I was going to do this. I was ready.

* * *

Lars was sitting next to me on my bed. We were talking and flirting, as per usual. He was trying to teach me swears in Danish. I wanted to make a move. I was getting hornier by the minute, and my patience was beginning to run thin.

I scooted closer to him and placed my hand on his thigh. I stared at his lips for a moment, and then locked our eyes.

"Your mom's not home right now, is she?" Lars suddenly asked.

"No," I replied.

"Good," he said, and, as if reading my mind, he kissed me. I was taken aback by this, but I did not pull away.

Lars pressed his tongue to my lips, requesting entrance to my mouth. I allowed him in. He began to shift me on top of his lap. I definitely got the feeling that we both wanted the same thing right now. I was a little nervous, but I pushed those feelings away and just enjoyed his presence.