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The Ride Home; Early '80s Kirk/Lars. Smutty with a dash of sweet. NC-17.
Topic Started: September 8, 2011, 9:22 pm (1,026 Views)
youthanasia
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James looked at his watch as he left the shitty dive – 3:00am on the dot. His head was spinning and he could barely see straight, but compared to Kirk and Lars, he felt sober as a judge. Cliff was already waiting for them in the car, having taken on the role of designated driver after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors. James heard the bar door crash open behind him when he was about halfway to the car, and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration when he heard shouting as well.

“And it's no, nay, never!” The shouting had a rhythm. Kirk and Lars were singing (or so they thought) in unison (or so they tried). “No nay never no mooooore! Will I PLAAAAY--” Lars let out a belly laugh as Kirk's voice cracked at the highest note. “--the wild roveeeeer, no neveeeer no more!” The two staggered arm in arm until they caught up to James, who was waiting for them by the car.

“I call shotgun!” Lars yelled as they came closer to the vehicle. James rolled his eyes, opening the front passenger door and planting himself effortlessly in the front seat. “Bitch!” Lars protested. James ignored him, and he got into the backseat along with Kirk.

Cliff looked over at James and started the engine. “You okay, dude?” He poked him in the shoulder when he realized his eyes were closed.

“Huh? Yeah, I'm fine.” James re-closed his eyes, hoping to catch some Zs on the ride home.

“Hey!” Cliff admonished. “Don't you dare fucking puke in my car!” James gave a non-committal grunt as an answer, and Cliff began driving them off.

Meanwhile, Kirk and Lars were wide awake in the back, Kirk leaning his back against the door and Lars leaning on him. Lars reached behind himself and tugged on a lock of Kirk's hair.

“Ow, stop it!” Kirk yelled. He grabbed a fistful of Lars's hair and pulled it in retaliation.

“Ah, you fucker! I did NOT pull your hair that hard.”

“You totally d--”

“Hey!” James yelled from in front of them. Unbeknownst to them, their quarreling had awakened him. “Shut the fuck up.” They couldn't help but laugh at James's death glare, stripped of all its power by fatigue and inebriation.

After a few moments of silence, Lars decided it was probably safe to mess with Kirk again. He jabbed him between the ribs with his finger.

“Jesus fuck!” Kirk shouted. He grabbed onto Lars's hand before he could pull it back and poked him repeatedly in the side. Raucous laughter ensued and soon, James's angry eyes were on them again.

James opened his mouth to yell at them again, but when he saw Kirk holding Lars's hand and Lars reclining between Kirk's legs, he rolled his eyes. “There aren't any cameras around, you can stop fondling each other now.”

“Very funny,” Lars smirked. Without warning, he yanked Kirk down with his captive hand and licked the side of his face slowly, keeping his eyes on James for the whole time. Kirk hoped it had been too dark for anyone to see him blush, and hid his excitement in an exaggerated smile.

James rolled his eyes again and sighed. “Fine, do whatever you want, just shut it.”

“Ooh, whatever we want, huh?” Lars ran his hand slowly up Kirk's thigh, still looking at James as he reached underneath his shirt and squeezed his waist. By now Kirk was fairly accustomed to Lars feeling him up, but he couldn't help feeling a stirring in the pit of his stomach when Lars's fingertips dug into his side.

James frowned at the spectacle and turned back around without saying another word. Lars laughed at his reaction and leaned back on a bewildered Kirk again. He rested his arm on Kirk's leg as the car came to a halt at a light. The sudden stop shifted them, and he grabbed Kirk's thigh to keep from falling off the seat.

Lars turned around when he felt a slight pressure in the middle of his back. He had slumped nearly all the way into Kirk's lap, so it was impossible not to notice.

“Uh, Kirk?” When Lars looked at him, he was staring at the ceiling, his face faintly shaded pink.

“It's the car, okay? It's vibrating!” Kirk hissed, adjusting himself in the seat. “Uh, I'm sorry.” He tried to avoid touching Lars, but Lars only sat up and leaned more heavily on him.

“Pfft.” Lars moved even closer, so that he and Kirk were practically spooning. “I don't care,” he slurred groggily before tilting his head and laying it on Kirk's shoulder. He giggled to himself, probably about some random thought from earlier in the day, and Kirk felt his breath hit the side of his neck. It gave him goosebumps, but they subsided as soon as the car resumed moving forward.

“Hey,” Lars murmured. He poked Kirk in the ribs again when he thought he wasn't paying sufficient attention. “Hey!”

“What?!”

“You're cute.” Lars left a smoldering kiss on Kirk's face. “You're--” *hiccup* “--you're really cute.”

“YOU'RE really DRUNK!” Kirk couldn't believe his ears, and even if he could, he'd refuse.

“No, I mean it!” Lars turned to face him and was met with a cautiously skeptical look. He put his arms around Kirk's shoulders and kissed him again. “You're cute, I like it.”

Their faces were so close, Kirk could practically taste the vodka on Lars's breath. Lars whispered against his lips, “Is it okay?” Kirk nodded subtly, and their lips met for an all too brief moment before the sound of Cliff's voice rang out from in front of them.

“Alright, we're home, everybody out!” Cliff yelled, waking James and startling Kirk and Lars into letting go of each other. He turned off the car and got out, and the rest of them stumbled into the house behind him.

Before even getting a chance to tell anyone good night, Kirk was dragged through the darkness into Lars's room. The door closed loudly behind them, which made him nervous.

“Shut up!” He half-whispered. “Do you want us to get caught?”

“They're probably already asleep,” Lars answered in a voice much too loud for Kirk's comfort. He sat on the bed, kicked off his shoes, and wriggled out of his jeans. Kirk got up to take one last peek out the door, just to make absolutely sure that the coast was clear, and hurriedly stripped himself down as well.

He grinned into the kiss he planted on Lars's lips before straddling him and pinning him to the bed by his shoulders. They rolled over so that they were on their sides, facing each other, still kissing, with hands all tangled up in each others' hair.

Still feeling the effects of liquid courage, Kirk decided to pop the question. “So, uh, do you have any lube?” His hands roamed downward.

Lars jumped a little when he felt Kirk's hand brush along the front of his briefs. “I figured YOU would have some.”

Kirk withdrew his hand. “Why would I have any?”

“I don't know!” Lars grabbed Kirk's hand and shoved it down the front of his underwear again. “We can still have fun, right?”

Kirk smiled, wrapping his fingers around Lars's erection and taking delight in the expression on his face. He rolled over so that Lars was flat on his back underneath him, stroked him with one hand and lifted off his shirt with the other.

“Oh, oh god,” Lars whispered as Kirk flicked his tongue over one of his nipples. He closed his eyes and moved his hips up and down in time with Kirk's strokes.

Kirk leaned in closer to Lars, so that their bodies were pressed together. “You like that?” he whispered, biting the very edge of Lars's ear.

Lars gasped and moaned in response. “Shit, fuck, yes,” he said, thrusting against Kirk, trying to concentrate for long enough to please him as well but finding himself unable to with his lips pressed against his neck. His entire body felt warm, even when Kirk moved down, leaving his upper body bare.

“Ooooh,” he sighed quietly as Kirk's lips wrapped around his shaft. His back arched and his toes curled, and though he wasn't quite ready for it to be over, he came quickly into his mouth and down his throat. Kirk wiped the corners of his mouth and looked up at Lars with an eyebrow raised. “Heh, sorry.”

“No worries.” Kirk sat up and wiped his mouth again with the back of his forearm.

Lars sat up and took Kirk's cock in his hand. “Let me make it up to you.” He pushed Kirk onto his back and started sucking him off in return.

“Fuck,” Kirk moaned. He could hardly contain himself. Lars was so much more skillful at it than he was, taking little breaks to bite and kiss the insides of his thighs, twisting his nipples between his thumb and index finger, massaging the underside of his balls. Within a few minutes, he was coming too. It seemed like Lars was determined to suck every last drop out of him, and the aftershocks hit him like little bolts of lightning before they eventually subsided.

Lars laid on his back next to Kirk. “So, what did you think?”

“That was...different.”

“In a good way?”

Kirk looked over at Lars with considerable fatigue in his eyes. “I think so, yeah.”

Lars flashed a toothy grin at him, then pulled it back into a more reserved smile. “Good,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah” Kirk smiled. “Well, good night.”

“Night.” The two quickly glanced at each others' lips, then into each others' eyes, and neither was quite sure what to do. Kirk hesitantly pecked Lars on the lips, and as he broke away, Lars reeled him back in for a deeper, more sensuous kiss. He blushed a little and looked away, and they both grabbed opposite sides of the blanket to get under.

Despite being residually drunk and extremely tired, Kirk had a hard time falling asleep. More accurately, his stream of consciousness wouldn't allow him to sleep. What were he and Lars to each other now? What was he to himself? What would Cliff and James say the next day? His mile-a-minute thought process was interrupted when he felt a hand behind him, patting him on the arm. When he rolled over, Lars pulled his arm over his body and took his hand with his own. Suddenly, it seemed his thoughts could wait until morning, and he sighed happily as he drifted off to sleep.
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disposable_hero
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I don't normally like Klars, but this was so cute. n_n

More soon, I hope!
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Lars Mi Amor
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oh sweet jesus. :drool auifgbau;wrgtwa4r0gbml;f *heart attack*
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MetalliSarah
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That was nice! :tu:

:drool :drool :heart: :biggrin :drool

:biggrin :biggrin Klars. :heart:
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Ooh, I love it! :drool :drool
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youthanasia
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Thanks for the comments! I'm glad you guys like it :biggrin
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Jik Hyun
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that was awsome. those 2 r soooo the type to mess around in someone else's car.
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The Cosmic Gerbil
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Hehehehe, naughty Lars and Kirk :nanner: That was great, I really enjoyed it :D
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kirklove78
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I liked that alot!! :bed: It was HOTT, funny, sweet, sexy... :drool You know I enjoy these two being bad. :nanner5:
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youthanasia
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Thank you! :biggrin I enjoy them being bad too, but I think I enjoy reading about it a bit more than I enjoy writing it...
Edited by youthanasia, September 21, 2011, 8:41 pm.
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