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Lars and Casey have been together for almost two years. Things moved slowly. Courtesy of their trauma, but today… things were different. Today all Lars wanted was to have his hands on Casey… intimately.
Lars has been holding Casey's hand all day, mostly just to prove to himself that he can. They've had a long day today.
They ran around the city all day looking for new clothes for Lars’ niece, baby Bianca. They didn't find much, but they got a few things.
Lars had never, actively, wanted to… touch another person, so this is a weird feeling. They're on their way home right now.
“...Casey?” Lars asks softly, looking out the windshield while he drives.
“Yeah?”
“...I want to make out with you.”
Casey sputters and starts coughing. It takes him a few seconds to catch his breath, Lars stays quiet.
Finally, Casey speaks. “You… want to what?”
“Make out… hold hands. Touch?” Lars admits softly.
“...You… want to touch… like to have sex?”
“No! Um… not…sex… but like… making out for now… see where that goes?”
“...If you want to. I-... I would really love to.” Casey whispers.
“I do… I've…never wanted to actually touch someone in any kind of way before… not really even Bianca.”
Casey nods and looks out his window. They sit in silence for the rest of the fifteen minute drive, making Lars sweaty and nervous. He knows that Casey just needs to think.
Lars pulls into the driveway and turns off the car. Lars wipes his hands on his jeans and turns to face Casey.
Casey looks at Lars, something in his eyes breaks and he leans over the center console. They've kissed before, but this isn't the same.
Casey's lips touch Lars’ before Lars even registers that Casey was that close. Lars gasps softly and grabs Casey's jacket.
Casey's hands are on either side of Lars head, one on the window, one on the seat. Lars clings to Casey's jacket, his fingers digging into the lapels.
Casey's lips move in sync with Lars’, his arms keeping Lars caged in his seat. Oh. They're still in that car.
Casey pulls away a bit, leaving Lars panting heavily while he looks into Casey's eyes.
“I love you.” Casey whispers.
“I love you too…” Lars whispers back.
“Let's go in the garage.”
Lars nods in agreement, scrambling to grab his keys and unbuckle himself. Lars practically falls out of the car and locks it as Casey returns to his side, grabbing Lars’ hand and leading him inside.
Lars follows Casey, his head feels like it's stuffed full with cotton, but in a good way. He's a little overwhelmed, but also excited.
The second the front door is shut Casey's lips are on Lars’ again. Lars is pushed into the wall, thankfully not hard.
Casey's hand finds its way to Lars’ hair, just resting there, not pulling. Lars cups Casey's face and kisses him back, allowing the pain that he's imagining to finally go away.
After a few minutes Casey pulls away, both of them panting softly, trying to catch their breath.
“Are you okay?” Casey asks after a few seconds.
Lars nods. He's more than okay. He's… He loves this. He wants more…
“Good. Wanna move this to the bed or the couch?”
“...Couch. Bed feels too final.” Lars mumbles.
Casey nods and gently leads Lars over to the couch. Lars follows dumbly, his brain is offline.
Casey hesitates before sitting on the couch and pulling Lars into his lap. Lars is momentarily surprised, but finds that he doesn't hate this position as much as he expected.
“This okay?” Casey asks gently.
Lars nods. “Yes.” He whispers.
“Good.” Casey pulls Lars’ mouth back onto his and starts kissing him once again. Lars melts into the kiss, which is something he never saw himself doing.
Casey picks Lars’ lips and Lars finds his mouth opening and Casey's tongue slipping in. It startles Lars a bit, but he slowly relaxes back into Casey.
Casey's tongue explores Lars’ mouth, warm and gentle. Lars finds himself responding, pushing his own tongue into Casey's. It's a weird feeling. Casey tastes like the Mexican food that they had for dinner.
Casey lets out a soft noise that Lars finds himself responding to. It's an almost excited, almost nervous hum.
Casey chuckles a bit and kisses Lars harder, which Lars thoroughly loves. It's crazy how much he's liking this. Lars slowly rubs his hands on Casey's jacket. He likes the texture.
Casey pulls away, letting Lars breathe again. Lars gasps for air, his face feels warm, his ears hot.
“Are you still okay?” Casey asks after a moment.
Lars nods rapidly, he wants this… “...Can we move to the bed?”
Casey blinks, surprised. “Are you sure?”
Lars nods again. “Yes.”
Casey helps Lars stand and slowly walks over to the bed, watching him the whole way. Lars sits on the bed. He's suddenly nervous.
“We don't have to do anything. We can just keep kissing.” Casey says softly.
Lars nods slowly. “Right…Okay. I wanna just keep kissing please.” Lars says softly.
Casey smiles. “As you wish.” He grabs Lars’ jacket and gently pulls it off.
Lars slides backwards until his back hits the headboard. Casey's smile widens and he sits in Lars’ lap. This is different than before… Lars likes this better, he thinks.
Lars’ hands slide up the sides of Casey's legs and onto his hips. Casey slides forward a bit more so that their chests are flush against each other.
“You still good?” Casey whispers.
Lars nods once again. Words seem to be leaving him, but not in a bad way. Casey cups Lars’ face and leans down, kissing him once again.
Their lips move in sync, immediately this time and Lars finds himself growing more comfortable. His lips feel warm and Casey is hot against his chest.
Casey makes another small noise, this time of contentment. Lars smiles softly against Casey's lips and Casey pushes his tongue back into Lars’ mouth.
Lars can hear his heartbeat and feel it in his throat. Suddenly Casey's hands move to Lars’ shoulders and then Lars is being pulled impossibly closer.
Lars grips Casey's hips tighter. He's gained some weight since they first met due to Lars’ cooking, giving Casey some fat on his hips. Much easier for Lars to grip.
Casey makes another soft noise and Lars is starting to enjoy the noises that his boyfriend makes. It's… new. Casey is a very quiet person and so now that he's actually making noises Lars is loving it.
Lars wants to draw more noises out of him, so he slides his hands up to Casey's waist and squeezes. Casey gasps against Lars’ lips and hums.
“That's…new.” Casey whispers.
“Do… are you okay with it?” Lars asks after catching his breath.
“Yes.” Casey breathes.
Lars smiles and rubs his hands on Casey's jacket again. The texture is very grounding, bringing Lars comfort.
Casey's lips seize his once again, causing Lars to gasp this time. Casey chuckles again, his hands in Lars’ hair again, this time tugging just a little. Not enough to hurt.
Lars kisses Casey's back. He wants to stay in this moment forever.