klars oneshots

thank you.

this one's kinda short but i'm tired.

Kirk's pov:

Lars and I were on my couch. Rain was lightly pattering on the windows. He was laying on top of me, his head on my chest and his arms around my neck.

"Thank you," Lars told me, his voice barely above a whisper. His head was now lifted and he was looking directly in my eyes.

"Huh?" I said.

"Thank you," he repeated, his eye contact unbroken.

"For what?" I asked.

"For not being completely disgusted by my body," he said. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say to his sudden and unexpected sincerity. He continued, now seeming a bit more nervous and frantic, as if scraping his brains out to find a response to my silence.

"I mean, you don't seem like you are all the time, I wasn't saying... I don't expect you to like the way I look 24/7, I know I'm not really-"

"Are you kidding me?" I interjected. "You're fucking gorgeous."

"You don't have to tell me that, I'm not and I know, I just wanted to thank you for not-"

"No, listen, Lars, you're so goddamn beautiful I want to kill myself because I don't deserve someone that can make me hard just looking at them. You're amazing and I fucking mean it, and if you ever feel otherwise I'm gonna make sure you know it, 'cause you're my whole fucking world and I wouldn't be alive without you."

"Kirk, I didn't mean it like that, I just-"

"Well it's like that now because it's okay to feel insecure, but I'm gonna make it damn sure that you never have to thank me for doing the bare minimum, because Lars Hammett you are worth so much more than that. You're beautiful inside and out, and I love you more than I can say with my words, more than I can show with my actions, and more than my brain can comprehend."

"Kirk, I..." Lars' voice shook and his gaze drifted away from me. 

"'Cause you've got the prettiest face ever, and the most gorgeous eyes, and your laugh and your smile makes me feel a way that I literally do not understand. And your hands fit perfectly in mine, no matter how clique that sounds, and your lips are so soft, everything about you is just perfect to me, and I love you so so much, okay?"

He nodded stiffly.

"I will always love you," I told him. I pulled his head back down to my chest and hugged him tighter than I probably ever have. I could feel his silent tears soaking through my shirt.

"I love you too," he said, his voice muffled. He was shaking slightly and I could tell he was trying to control his breathing and hide his crying. He lifted his head up a little and looked at me.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," he smiled.

"Well you needed to hear it and I wanna be the one to tell you," I told him softly.

"Also, can you call me Lars Hammett more often?" he asked.

"Of course," I laughed. "Oh, I forgot one thing!"

"Hmm?"

"You have an absolute dump-truck."

"Oh my god, Kirk, what the fuck is wrong with your head?!"

I gave no response, but smiled and kissed his forehead.

"I love you, so so so fucking much," I told him sincerely.

"I love you, too, Kirk," Lars replied. "You're my everything."