About a boy (Lars x Reader)

The First Time

The next morning you have the perfect excuse to see him later. He left his jacket behind. You go to have the donuts he brought last night for your breakfast. When you reach in the bag's empty. He ate the donuts he brought you? It seemed to silly and so like him that you had to laugh.

You arrive at The Big Donut with his jacket over your arm. Lars is behind the counter stifling a yawn and rubbing his eyes.
"Bad sleep?" you ask putting his jacket on the counter.
"Ya. Pretty uncomfortable." he complains. You get the sense he's going to act like a callous asshole today. Probably trying to make up for his sappy note.
"Well, I just came by to drop off your coat."
"Thanks..." he says with no enthusiasm. He puts it under the counter, you smirk and he scowls.
"Lars what are you doing?" you ask
"I'm not doing anything." He snaps
"Alright." You respond, turning to leave.
"Hey, where are you going?" he asks, slight panic rising in his voice.
"Home I guess."
"Don't you want coffee?" He asks sheepishly.
"Not really." you say, testing him. You head towards the door and Lars looks a little sick.
"Don't go. Don't you...don't you want to see me again?" he says and his eyes are pleading.
"Of course I do." You turn around.
Sensing that his charade is done he softens.
"Sorry" he apologizes, putting his hand over his eyes. "I jut never know what to say." he confesses meekly. You instantly feel bad for treating him like that.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me." you reassure him. His eyes are shining with relief and worry.
"Good." He says. He takes a breath and releases the deluge of thoughts you imagine he's been saving all day.
"Last night was just so good. And then I acted like such a baby. I'm so embarrassing. I had no idea what I was doing...gah" he pauses. "I just...I really like you, okay?" He shouts.
"I really like you too." you respond back earnestly.

He smiles and comes out from behind the counter. He walks with purpose to where you're standing. Closing his eyes tight and hugging you in his strong grasp. You rest your head on his chest. He strokes your hair and you tilt your head up to him. He looks down, brushing his hand along your cheek. His eyes shine wet with emotion.
"Can I...can I kiss you again?" he asks.
You nod. "Anytime"

He leans in holding your face in his hands pressing his mouth on yours. You breath in. There's the scent of him and the sweet smell of donuts.
"Oh. I thought maybe I'd never get to do this again" He pecks you hungrily a few more times relishing the fact that he can.

The bell chimes overhead and Buck Dewey walks in and heads to the counter. Lars pulls away.
"Nice." he says noticing your embrace. You feel Lars' demeanor shift. You might not understand what motivates him but you know it's the desire to be cool. He squeezes you hand as he quickly walks back to the counter.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Buck says eying the rows of donuts. "Are any of these gluten-free?"
"Uh. No" Lars stammers.
"Dang." responds Buck.
"Yeah..." Lars is looking at you over Buck's head. You smirk, letting him know you understand. He looks relieved. You wave and he gives you a tiny wave back.

You catch Ronaldo leaving as you swing by to drop off his movie. He's got a big bag full of gizmos that he swears are scientific. He informs you he's going to examine some weird looking rocks by the south shore. You ask to tag along and he's ecstatic. So you spend the afternoon collecting samples and doing the camera work for his blog post.

The next few times you see Lars they're mostly spent kissing and cuddling. He's gotten comfortable with that, stopping to kiss you anytime he'd like. You hold hands when you walk along the pier. You spend a lot of days lazing about on the beach. He likes laying with his head in your lap while you stroke his hair.
On one of these dates he spends a lot of time just looking out at the ocean and not talking. He can't sit still, moving his head about trying to get comfortable. You decide to just wait until he tells you what's on his mind.
Finally he says "I want to do something for you."
"What's that?" you ask.
"It's nothing crazy. A little surprise. I'll stop by tomorrow after work."
"Okay." you say curious but not pressing the issue. You'd rather just enjoy the day anyway. And you do. Even more so with Lars chatting away now that he'd got that off his chest.