"Don't," Larry coaxed gently, cradling Freddy's chin with his palm, "look at you. You're like a Greek statue or something."

"Pale as fuck?" Freddy ventured shyly.

Larry laughed and pulled Freddy close. Their faces were inches apart. Freddy couldn't help but notice how long Larry's lashes were.

"Like you've been chiseled to look like a god."

Their mouths came together so easily that it seemed like second nature. Larry kissed like a thief, with the lightest of touches. Then deep, thorough, turning Freddy's head gently to take him at the perfect angle. Their tongues moved against each other, slow and wet and so erotic that Freddy thought he might go out of his mind.

"Please," he whispered, pulling away only a fraction of an inch, his lips still moving against Larry's, "can we lie down?"

"Whatever you want, baby," Larry replied, kissing along his neck and under his ear.

Quickly, without fuss, Freddy peeled off the rest of his clothing and tossed it onto the floor. Larry did the same, then laid out flat on the couch, arms wide in a beckoning gesture. He smelled of cologne and cigarettes, and something else slightly sweet and musky. Freddy rubbed his cheek against Larry's shoulder and spread his hand over the smooth curve of his chest.

The movie was barely audible in the background. Freddy felt more content than he could ever remember being. Larry circled lazy caresses over his arm; every so often they'd lean closer and steal brief, hungry kisses.

After a few minutes, Freddy looked down and noticed Larry's penis, still flaccid, nestled against his thigh.

"Oh wow," he commented idly, leaning forward, "you look so different."

"What?"

"You look normal when you're soft, but you get much bigger when you're hard."

Larry playfully swatted him up against the side of his head.

"Hey, fuck you. I ain't gonna be getting hard again any time soon if you say shit like that."

"No, I think it's cool. Much more efficient, I guess."

He burst into giggles as Larry gave him the finger and glanced down.

"Whoa."

Freddy couldn't help but smile, preening a little at the attention. Even taking the extra length of his foreskin into account, he knew his flaccid cock was longer than average. The first time he'd gotten undressed in front of a girl her eyes had nearly bugged out her head, and it took him a good five minutes to explain that he was a "shower". What you saw when he was soft was pretty much what you got when he was hard.

He felt Larry's breath quicken against his neck. Strong fingers wrapped around him, tugging slowly. Freddy hardened so quickly he felt light-headed.

"So gorgeous."

Larry seemed entranced, watching as his foreskin moved up and down over the head of his cock with each stroke. Freddy pointedly looked downwards. Ah, there it was. Slowly straining to life between Larry's legs, thickening. Christ. Definitely a "grower".

Without a word, they slotted together, lengths aligning. Freddy shuddered with pleasure and kissed into Larry's mouth, sloppy and eager. They fit perfectly. Larry rolled him over gently, bearing down, rocking his hips. The friction of it was incredible. Unbearable. Freddy bucked up, satisfied and simultaneously needing more.

"I've got condoms and lube in my backpack," he breathed into Larry's ear.

All motion stopped. Larry looked down at him, expression serious. He trailed the pad of his thumb over the moist curve of Freddy's lower lip.

"Don't think that I'm expecting you-"

"I want this. You already fucked me with your finger, for Christ's sake."

Larry grinned wide and leaned over, fumbling for the discarded backpack.

TBC