Lucas' PoV;
I can't believe I kissed Farkle..It was so...amazing. His lips were so soft. Maybe he does like me? I mean he did let me kiss him, but..I don't know.. Farkle and I laid on the couch, watching a movie.
"Hey, Farkle?" I said, looking down at the blue eyed boy. "Hm?" "Do you....like me?" I immediately noticed his face go red. "W-Why do you ask?" I sat up a little straighter and took a deep breath. "Well..I think I..-" The front door swung open and Farkle's dad walked in. "Oh. Farkle. I didn't know that you'd be having company. Don't you think it's a little late?" He looked down at his watch, then back at me. "Oh uhm Dad, this is Lucas. Lucas, this is my dad. And I was hoping he could spend the night. We were gonna walk to school together tomorrow. I didn't know you'd be home tonight." His dad shrugged. "Alright, I guess he can stay. But no funny business!" Farkle's face got red once again, as did mine. "Dad! It's not like that!" He smirked. "Well with the way you guys are cuddling on the couch, you could fool anyone." He winked at me and then left to his room.
"Sorry about that. Heh..So what were you going to say?" I paused for a moment. "Well..Farkle..uhm..I like you. I've liked you for a while.." His eyes widened and he was quiet. "Y-you do?" I nodded and he was silent yet again. "Oh god. I probably so weird I'm sorry. I knew you didn't like me ba-" I was cut off by those familiar soft lips on my own. "O-oh." Farkle smiled. "Of course I like you, dork." He cupped a side of my face with his hand, "I've liked you since the first day I saw you." He chuckled. "Heh..I guess that's kind of cheesy." I smiled. I couldn't stop smiling. He's just...so cute. Farkle's dad poked his head out from his room. "No funny business!" He smiled and went back in his room.
"Oh geez.." I blushed. Farkle chuckled a bit. "Sorry about that. My dad is very protective when it comes to me and boys." I looked back at his father's door. "Well, atleast he accepts you." I frowned and looked back at him. "Oh. I'm sorry, Lucas." I half smiled, "Don't be. Not your fault my dad has this vision of a vagina-loving jock of a son." We laughed. "Well then. Heh. Maybe we should go to bed." I nodded. "Do you want me to sleep out here or..?" He laughed, got up, and grabbed my hand to lead me to his room.
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Farkle's PoV;
I lead Lucas to my room and we sat down on my bed. "I can sleep on the floor if you'd like." I shook my head. "My bed is big enough for the both of us." Lucas smiled and kissed me. I smiled back at him and turned off the light and closed the door. "Goodnight, baby." He said, cuddling close to me. "Goodnight." I kissed him and he kissed me and then we just..kept kissing. Soon enough, I was on top of him, still making out with him. Lucas pulled away. "W-wait. Your dad said no funny business. We should stop before this goes anywhere else." I nodded and stared down at him, biting my lip. Suddenly, I felt something poke my thigh. Lucas's eyes widened. "Oh my god! I-I'm sorry I just-" I laughed. "Nono! I understand." Lucas blushed. "I'm so sorry oh god this is embarrassing." I smirked. "It's fine. Trust me."
I kissed him and started to slightly rub myself on his crotch. "F-Farkle wait. What about your dad?" I pulled away, biting my lip. "We just..won't go that far." Lucas nodded and pulled me into more kissing. I kissed his neck and moved my hand down and rubbed his crotch over his pants. Lucas let out a small groan and I quickly shushed him. I lifted his shirt and kissed a trail down his stomach. When I reached the top of his pants, I looked up at Lucas for reassurance. He nodded and I started to unzip and unbutton his pants, revealing his massive member. "Holy shit.." I said, quietly. I pulled down his his boxers just enough for me to get to it and I gasped, quite audibly. I heard Lucas chuckle. "S-sorry it's just...h-huge." Lucas looked down at me. "If you don't want to you don't ha-"
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Mr. Perfect And The Nothing | Larkle
Fanfiction**(TRIGGER WARNING; DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, BULLYING MENTION)** Nothing; not anything; no single thing Perfect; having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.