SPRING

It had happened so fast.

One moment they were playing the newly released game Sadie had picked up for him, munching casually on oyster crackers to fill the time before they were to head out to watch today's wrestling matches, and the next… They were kissing, sloppy and desperate, as they sprawled back onto his bedroom floor.

Their clothes were stripped away without much thought, their groping hands needy in their explorations of the other's body. Lars muttered expletives into her neck. His hand fumbled with the condom when he rolled it on hastily. He prodded clumsily until he found her entrance. And she felt so good around him, he couldn't stop his lips from telling her as much. The minute it took for Sadie to adjust to him being inside her was pure torture. And when she finally nodded that it was okay to move, Lars jerked his hips forward. She moaned deliciously in his ear, and his strokes immediately quickened. Something inside him slipped, and he lost himself completely in the act.

It had happened so fast, and ended even faster.

Two minutes, the clock on his old dvd player taunts him. He had only lasted two minutes. If not a little less.

Lars stares up at the ceiling, breath still coming out heavy and uneven. Sadie's laying next him, her touch ghosting over his knuckles before she takes his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"Did you at least…" Lars swallows the lump in his throat, turning his head to look at her. "Um, you know ?"

She gives him a sweet little smile before she shakes her head. His blush deepens. God, this is so embarrassing.

"It was nice though," Sadie tries kindly to placate, her fingers fiddling with his. "I mean, it was nice being close to you."

It doesn't make him feel better. Actually, it makes him feel worse. Because nice doesn't even begin to describe how it felt to be inside her.

There's an immature part of him that wants to yell at her, blame her, for his failings. He quickly squashes it down though. It's not her fault she smells, tastes, and feels so frickin' good to him.

He gives the hand in his a squeeze of his own.

He recalls their conversation from just minutes ago, about how they both felt lonely at times and wouldn't it be great to have someone to hold and kiss…

Will she still want to find that comfort in him after such a pathetic first time?

His stomach drops, and he frowns harder at himself. Lars sits up. Sadie looks at his determined face questioningly before gasping in surprise when he dives down to kiss her neck.

"Let's go again," he begs her between gentle nibbles. He licks over her pulse point, feeling just a tiny bit better when he feels it jump in excitement beneath his tongue. "Please, let me do it again."

"O-okayyy," Sadie shakily exhales.

Lars smiles and continues licking his way down her neck to her bosom. Her breasts are the perfect handful for his wide palms, and he kneads one as he peppers the other with wet kisses. Feeling the hardened nub of her pink nipple press into his hand while his tongue flicks over the other is a heady sensation that's only outranked by the way Sadie gasps and arches her back into the touch.

Groping hand and suckling mouth eagerly switch places, and he dotes on the soft and ample mounds with sweet attention. Caressing and sucking her nipples in tandem, albeit a tad sloppily, Sadie shivers beneath him with a tiny moan. He pinches the pebbled nub between his teeth, tugging and biting as his excitement grew. But he must have bit too hard, because the way she hisses as her body flinches didn't exactly scream anything good. So Lars hastily press tender kisses around the wide circumference of her dusky pink areola before moving onward.

Each kiss he plants on her skin on his way down sets off a tiny firework for Sadie. Each firm press of his lips causes a burst of warmth on wherever he's just placed a kiss, her skin tingling deliciously and it only fizzles out when he moves to the next spot to do it all over again. It makes her belly flip. The constant sparks prickling her nerve endings almost feels torturous. Sadie shifts beneath him, rubbing her thighs together as Lars kisses a heated path from her ribs to her stomach. He's barely doing anything, but Sadie feels like a livewire.

His big brown eyes glance up to hers through his dark, boyish lashes when the tip of his tongue dips into her belly button. Her body convulses, and a pool of warmth drops between her legs. Lars's breathy chuckle, accompanied by that crooked grin of his, has Sadie's heart working overtime.

His hands run up and down her sides as he kisses around her belly button. He smiles when he feels Sadie try to suck in the slight paunch of her stomach, and glides his tongue further down. Little jagged lines mark her wide hips. Lars thumbs where her hips begin to flare out, his bottom lip tracing over the lighting bolts etched on her skin. He has similar, less noticeable marks near his pelvis from his last growth spurt. It's a small similarity, but having anything in common with her makes his heart beat with pride. So he smiles as he adoringly laves his tongue over it too.

He leaves a trail of kisses down her thigh. His teeth graze over her knee, and Lars pecks a quick smooch on the little dimple he's just noticed resides there. Her curvy legs are lightly covered with wisps of barely visible hair that pleasantly tickle his lips as he kisses his way down her calf to her ankle. He then moves to the other ankle, giving it a gentle nip instead of a kiss before swiftly licking his way back up to her upper thigh in one long, wet sweep of his tongue.

Lars is then faced with her delicate looking folds.

Sadie stills under his reverent gaze when his fingers gently spread the full lips there. Everything is pink and glistening. The aroma is intoxicating. His mouth is watering to the point that he has to swallow, adam's apple bobbing. His lustful eyes flicker up to hers before dropping back to her center. He licks his lips in yearning, dick twitching even as a beat of uncertainty flashes through him.

Fuck it.

He licks up her slit.

Kind of tangy, though not exactly sweet like ripe mangoes the way he once heard. It's not comparable to anything else he's ever tasted, actually. It's purely Sadie. Lars's tongue eagerly laves over her again, moaning when she bucks reflexively into his mouth.

Lars pulls back with a grin. Sadie looks a bit dazed as she smiles back. Lars quickly wipes the slick on his mouth off on his forearm, and comes back up to fuse their lips together. Sadie hums a soft sound at tasting herself on him. He wants to tell her how unbelievably good she tastes. He can't find the words though, least not any that didn't sound dumb in his head. So Lars just keeps kissing her instead.

Her hands, which have been fisting the little blanket under them for the most part, comes up to glide fervently over the expanse of his back, caressing shoulder blades and scratching down the bumps of his spine while they ardently makeout.

Lars's arms bracket her head, his fingers tangling in her yellow tresses. He groans into the kiss before nipping her bottom lip with a soundless laugh when her soft hands move down to squeeze his bum. She lets out a little laugh too, and their mouths meld back together.

Her hands slide back up, groping his shoulders, caressing his chest, thumbing his brown nipples, tracing his ribs, teasing his sides, and mapping the jutted bone of his pelvis down its sloping v… Lars is so caught up in their impassioned kiss, it doesn't quite register that Sadie's exploring hands have a final destination in mind. So the silent gasp that breaks their kiss is equal parts shock and pleasure when Sadie wraps a hand around his hard shaft.

Lars shifts to the side, allowing her more access to him. One hand on his hip, her gaze drops to the hand fisting him with open curiosity. They had rushed through their first time together. Neither really got a good look at the other until now.

As she shyly runs her finger down a ridged vein, making him shudder, Lars nervously wonders what she thinks of him. He knows he's pretty average length wise, though he has a nice enough girth. It curves ever so slightly to the left, mushroom top head pointing at her. Then there's the discoloration, his dick at least two shades darker than the rest of him. Compared to all her soft pinks and peachy creams, dewy folds looking every bit like a pressed rose, he feels downright hideous.

Any worries melt away, however, when she thumbs circles on the flushed head.

It feels so good. Her hand strokes him in a tight grip, finding a steady rhythm that has his breath hitching. His eyes keep darting from her pale hand working his sun kissed skin, to her flushed face that's pinched with concentration, and back. He can feel something tighten in his lower abdomen, and his hips jerk. Lars lets out a heavy exhale through his nose, eyes closing while he bites his lower lip. Shit. He's definitely going to cum again if she doesn't stop soon. So he takes hold of her wrist, and moves her hand away.

Her eyes send him a questioning look, slightly worried she did something wrong. Lars blushes and shakes his head. He kisses the underside of her wrist and the center of her palm before placing her hand to her breast, over her racing heart.

His large hand then travels downward, fingertips teasing her with light brushes until he lands atop her center. Their eyes lock. Lars gently scratches over the thatch of wheat colored curls before turning his wrist over to cup her sex. Sadie gasps at the initial contact, bucking into his hand and drawing a curse out of Lars. He has to glance away. The shockwave of pleasure flashing over her face; sparking in her dilated eyes, flushing her cheeks to a deeper shade of pink, and turning her lips to a perfect little 'o' in that brief moment is altogether too much for Lars to take in. The sight makes butterflies flutter from his gut up to his chest cavity. He made her look like that?

Rubbing her slit in a slow and tender motion, moisture gathers on his hand. Lars bites his lip again, both of them shivering as he clumsily touches along her heated core. Her entrance is easier to find this time around, and Lars's long middle finger slowly sinks into her.

Slick warmth and silken walls of muscle clench tight around his finger. Lars's breath gets huskier. Sadie makes a small yet salacious noise of pleasure that hits him straight in the chest, and it zings down to his groin where he gets impossibly harder. His wide eyes dart up to her face, and for a fleeting moment Lars basks in the open desire burning in Sadie's eyes. And then he's kissing her, mouth slanting over hers so his delving tongue can mimic his finger as he drags the digit almost all the way out before sinking back in. He does it again and again, settling into a steady rhythm.

Curling and twisting his finger, her walls spasms, and their kiss break with Sadie moaning hotly on his mouth. His stomach swoops, and he angles himself to lay more on his side so he can grind against her thigh to relieve the pressure building inside him.

Lars carefully watches her face contort when he adds another finger. Unsure if it's from pleasure or pain, he stills and sweetly kisses her temple. Her eyelids flutter at the unexpectedly affectionate gesture, and he timidly looks away from the questioning wonder in her eyes. Lars then brings his thumb up to caress featherlight circles around that little bud that's slightly protruding from its hooded hiding place above her entrance. The resulting jerk of her hips, her stuttering out his name in a sinful moan while her walls clench around him, has his fingers moving with purpose again.

She meets him beat for beat, stroke for stroke. With every rock of her hips, his movements grow more urgent. Her warm juices run down his knuckles. Their heavy breaths fill the air, and her heady scent permeates the room. It makes his head hazy, like he's getting high off it.

Lars groans, hanging his head a moment as precum dribbles out of him. His dick twitches, dying to get back inside her.

Lars only had the one condom, however. A souvenir from the sex ed portion of health class. And even if he had another, he doesn't want to stop to find it in the wreckage that makes up his room. So he settles on actively humping her thigh, grinding his pelvis on her hot skin in time with his thrusting fingers.

He's flicking his wrist with abandon now, fingers moving so fast they're practically vibrating. Excited thrills shoot through him each time he hears Sadie's breath hitch, or feel a tremor rake over her body. If his hand is starting to cramp up, Lars doesn't feel it. He's much too absorbed in the obvious pleasure displayed on her flushed face. Fuck, she's gorgeous.

Sadie whines, bucking into his hand even when her tiny hand flies down to wrap around his wrist. Lars doesn't stop working her with his fingers, though his range of motion is now limited. Snug and deep inside her, his fingers curl and spread. Sadie's head thrashes to the side. A loud cry belts out of her. Her hips jerk. Her grip on him tightens to the point of pain. He speeds up his pace, unknowingly flicking her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Suddenly, a new wave of heat washes over his fingers, and Sadie's arching off the floor. She stills, body strung like a bow. And then she starts to tremble, her mouth opening wide to release an almost soundless, high pitched scream. His eyes go wide in awe, his jaw slack, at the sight of her coming undone. Pulse after hot pulse squeezes around his fingers, her juices coat his hand, and Lars chokes on a gasp as he feels himself cum lightly on her thigh.

Sweet Jesus.

She flops back to the ground a minute later, her body relaxing enough for him to remove his hand. He rolls his wrist and flexes his fingers, snickering breathlessly when he sees that the pads had started to prune. Had he been touching her that long, or was she just that wet? Either way, he grins down at her.

"Nice?" he laughingly asks her, still panting. She's still shaking like a leaf, her face redder than he's ever seen it. She barely seems able to answer his question. "Better than nice?"

Sadie nods enthusiastically, a breathless ' yeah' falling from her lips.

He grins harder. Lars falls to lay fully on his back. Most of the blanket in bunched up under Sadie, but the cool wood floor feels good on his hot skin.

It takes a minute or two for them to catch their breaths, another for the thrill to fade enough for a bit of awkwardness to creep over him, and another for Lars to gain the strength to sit back up. He reaches out to the basket of clean clothes he hasn't bothered to fold and put up that's next to the tv, plucking a wash rag from the pile and hands it to her somewhat sheepishly.

"Oh, uh thanks," Sadie weakly laughs out in a hushed voice.

Lars nods, making a point to not look at her while she wipes between her legs before cleaning away the cooled white splatter he left on her thigh. Instead he turns off his television, the abandoned fighting game on the large flat screen fading to black. It might have been the wrong move, for the silence in the room is much more noticeable now. The burn on his cheeks that had been beginning to fade flares back to life. Lars hastily grabs his underwear from the floor.

He glances at the time, and chews on his bottom lip. Nearly eight p.m.

Slipping his boxers back on, Lars stands up. Sadie sits up as well, following his lead by collecting her clothes. His motions slow to a stop, sidetracked into watching her curvy body disappear as she quickly pulls on her sports bra and purple shirt. She makes a face as she wiggles into her damp underwear. She must feel his eyes on her, because she glances his way when her jeggings are pulled up over her wide hips. Lars swiftly darts his eyes away. He finishes shrugging on his shirt to distract himself from the way his stomach does somersaults at the sight of her small knowing smile, clearly pleased to catch him staring.

"You still wanna go to wrestling tonight?" he blurts. It seems like a dumb thing to ask after what they've just done. But reality is starting to settle over them, and Lars doesn't want things to get too weird. Despite everything, Sadie is his best friend and he really doesn't want what they've just done to eradicate that. "We still got time to make the first match if we hurry."

Sadie blinks at him, like she's surprised that that's the first thing to come out his mouth. She then glances away from Lars, her head tilting to the side as her fingers comb through her hair. However, their gazes meet again just a few seconds later. The confusion that pinched her face mere seconds ago is gone. In its place is something he can't quite figure out a name for. But then Sadie gives him that tiny smile of hers, and though it doesn't seem to reach her eyes, it doesn't appear to be fake either. So Lars grins back as she nods.

"Uh… Y-yeah, let me find my shoes and we can head out."

"Tiger Millionaire was so awesome tonight!" Lars, still pumped from watching the fights, bounces beside Sadie as they exit the building together. The last hour and a half had been spent screaming and cheering from the crowd, all thoughts forgotten beyond how amazing and entertaining the wrestlers were as they duked it out in a grand showdown. "He totally slaughtered those other guys!"

Sadie nods in agreement, smiling slightly at her friend's exuberant excitement.

"I still think he's Steven, though."

"Ugh, Sadie." Lars rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. "I thought we agreed that you'd keep that little theory to yourself."

"Oh, hush," she snorts, playfully shoving him. "When the truth comes out, you're gonna feel stupid for not listening to me."

"You say that about a lot of things."

"And I'm usually right, Lars."

He scoffs dismissively, mainly because it's true and he has no other way to combat her. She seems to know she's won, and her tiny smile widens a fraction with smugness. If she didn't look so cute right then, he'd be able to think clearly enough to come up with a snide remark to knock her down a peg. So, in lieu of that, Lars just tucks his hands away in his front pockets, and takes a few long strides that has her struggling to keep up.

"Hey! Don't be a jerk," she calls after him. "Slow down."

He does, matching her pace with ease and a smug grin of his own.

Sadie rolls her eyes at his antics. "You're such a child sometimes, Lars."

"Yeah, well... Ngh ." He sticks his tongue out at her. She glowers at him, and does the same to him. He instantly cracks, and a bout of chuckles escape him. Sadie giggles along with him.

As they walk towards home under stars and streetlights, Lars starts to sniffle. They cut through someone's garden, and it proves to be a mistake. The lingering pollen in the air makes his eyes itchy. He sneezes, again and again, until his nose is red. The heel of his palm rubbing at his eyes, the orbs start to water and he sighs. He scrubs his face on his shirt, which only makes it worse. He sneezes again, the sound echoing in the night, his nose suddenly feeling stuffy.

Lars lets out a miserable whine. With a tug on one of his belt loops, Sadie makes them pause their journey. He's blinking away the moisture stinging in his eyes, while Sadie digs through her little wallet purse for a miniature pack of tissues. They're the good kind, unscented with drops of aloe so it's soft on his skin. Ever helpful, Sadie lifts the tissue up to his nose for him. He frowns, truly feeling like a child now. But he blows his nose anyway, and takes hold of the soft paper only when she urges him to do so she can grab another tissue from the pack.

He kind of hates it when she babies him. Lars had once thought it had to do with their slight age difference, but the truth is that Sadie's just too frickin' nice. There were times she would even overstep boundaries to assist him with something, but she's gotten better about that with time. It still kills him sometimes, though. His cheeks burning and his stomach rolling as she constantly steps in to help him. And, admittedly, he had took advantage of that kind heartedness earlier on in their friendship. He still feels like an ass for it. It's one of the many reasons he's not worthy of her affections.

The fresh memory of her gasping his name, her tight heat squeezing around his fingers, pops into his head unbidden.

He had confessed to being lonely, and then they had… Shit. He thought she had been offering something , but maybe it was a one time thing? A pity fuck . Lars frowns at the thought of her doing it with him in some absurd act of kindness. He'd much rather be her in-between guy than that .

He shrugs the thoughts away, and accepts the new tissue to dab at his eyes.

Sadie grabs hold of his shirt, guiding him forward as he continues to sneeze into the tissues she's given him. Her house comes up before his, and after a slight pause at the door where Sadie fumbles to find her house keys, they stroll into the quiet abode.

While Sadie kicks off her red flats by the door, Lars dashes over to the kitchen sink. He tosses aside the crumpled ball of tissue in his hand to wash his face with cool water. He sighs dramatically with relief. Sadie giggles behind him. Lars smirks as he rips a paper towel off the roll next to the sink, knowing it was the kind of laugh that is usually accompanied by an eyeroll. He's amused her. He finds himself chuckling as he wipes his face clean.

"It stings ," he explains in a fake huff, crossing his arms, which only makes her continue to giggle softly.

"Obviously. Don't you have allergy meds?"

"Eh." Lars shrugs, and sucks his teeth. He didn't like taking it. Made him drowsy when he was younger, and constantly having to check labels to make sure something won't have an adverse effect with the behavioral meds he got prescribed at fourteen just made taking any drug too much of a hassle.

Sadie tilts her head at him. Lars gingerly collects all the wadded tissue paper, and tosses it in the garbage. Sadie opens her mouth, as if to further inquire about his allergies, but then his stomach growls. Loudly.

She snorts. He blushes.

"Have you eaten anything today besides junk food?" Sadie asks him. When he shrugs, she gives him a look and forces him to take a seat at the counter. "You should eat before you head out."

She ignores his mild protest, not trusting him to eat anything of nutritional value when he got home.

Sadie sweetly pats his arm, flashing him a tiny grin before she spins on her heel. Something about the gesture seems to say I'll take care of you , and it makes his face heat up all the more. But glancing up to see her filling bowls with leftover pasta salad for them, softly humming some pop song to herself in the dimly lit room, makes a smile quirk up his lips. With her feet bare, and his mind drifting back to when she had been decidedly more nude, well... It all felt rather domestic .

"So are we married now?" Lars asks jokingly, continuing to watch her flitter about the kitchen to fix him a quick meal. She frowns at him, slamming the glass of orange juice she just poured for him loudly on the countertop. The liquid splashes up a little, spilling on Lars's hand. Lars frowns back, but she's already flouncing away to put up the tupperware container she'd taken out the fridge. He wipes his hand on the side of his jeans before he laughs dryly. "Thanks, wifey ."

Blushing, Sadie returns to the table and places the bowls down. She takes the seat next to him.

"So does this mean we're actually gonna talk about what happened?" she asks almost shyly, stabbing into her bowl for a small chunk of broccoli, meat, and curly noodles. "Since you're making jokes about it."

"What's to talk about?" Lars shrugs, all false bravado, as he shovel pasta salad into his mouth. His cheeks are flaming, and he refuses to look at her. "We're good, right?"

"Yeah," she whispers with a little nod. Sadie hushly sighs, and she almost sounded… Disappointed? "We're good."

He swallows, and chews nervously on his bottom lip. His mind once again drifts back to earlier tonight, this time to before he got bold and kissed her until they were naked and panting.

"Sometimes I lay in bed at night wishing there was someone there to hold me," she had confessed softly after he had complained about how lame being lonely is. She had gazed directly into his eyes, and his heart had skipped a beat wondering if she ever pictured him as the one holding her. "You ever...crave it?" Sadie asked hushly, longingly. "To be with someone like that?"

"All the time," he muttered truthfully, the controller in his hands dropping to the floor, their game forgotten.

And maybe it had been wishful thinking that made Lars interpret it as her propositioning him when she had reassuredly palmed his knee and squeezed it, but she hadn't reacted negatively when he bridged the gap between them. And now, watching her subduedly chew her late night dinner as she sneak glances at him, he can't help but wonder if maybe… Maybe she had been offering?

"But if you want to...uh, ya know, do it again?" he forces himself to say. "I mean, if we were to reap the benefits of friendship, I wouldn't be like completely opposed to that...Yeah."

The words rolled awkwardly off his tongue. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide. Lars cringes. Her face turns contemplative. Her gaze stays locked to green tabletop. His shoulders go taunt, and he steels himself for rejection. Such an idiot! Why would she want to do that with him?

"Okay."

"W-what?" Lars sputters in disbelief. "Wait. Really?"

"Yeah, Lars," she solidifies, a smirk breaking across her face at his obvious excitement. "Tonight was -"

"Don't say nice."

"Fun . I ...enjoyed it," she admits with a tiny laugh that held more nerves than mirth. "And if it became a regular thing that happened then… I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing ever."

"Gee. Thanks," Lars snorts coolly, though an entire colony of butterflies have erupted in his stomach. "Real ringing endorsement there, Sades. Remind me not to list you as a reference."

Sadie just chuckles, cheeks all pink. And then they're smiling at each other.

"But cool," he says giddily, turning his gaze back to his food as he tries to reign in his joy. His leg is bouncing with exuberant energy, causing his chair to creak. His cheeks might just break, he's smiling so hard. She enjoyed it, and wants to do it again!

Lars is still a bit in disbelief that she's agreed to be his...friend with benefits. There's a weird undercurrent of discontent at that, but his grin is still huge as he eats more pasta.

"Heh, yeah," Sadie softly coincides between bites. "Cool."