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Ken sits on a lawn chair outside their camper trailer, whittling a piece of wood into a little horse while Lars chops wood for the fire. To be honest, though, he’s incredibly distracted. By Lars. Ken’s told him time and time again how sexy he is, especially when he shows off his strength, and he either doesn’t understand or has decided that this is his own way of getting back at Ken for his relentless teasing.
Lars brings the ax down and it splits a thick piece of wood. Ken jumps in his seat, the knife in his hand slipping and shaving off a piece of the horse’s ear. That’s the second time that’s happened while he’s been sitting here watching Lars.
“Aw, shoot,” Ken whispers, staring down at the horse. It still looks fine, he supposes. He wanted it to be perfect for Lars, though.
“What’s wrong?” Lars calls, shielding his eyes from the sun with a hand. “You didn’t cut yourself again, did you?”
“No,” Ken replies. “Just … messed up. It’s fine! Keep chopping wood, Lars, please.”
They return to their tasks, but Ken finds himself staring at Lars more than the wooden horse in his hands. Lars sets up another chunk of wood and brings his ax down, splitting it with a loud crack. The sound is thrilling, sending sparks of excitement down Ken’s spine. He watches in awe as Lars continues to split the wood into smaller pieces.
“Lars,” Ken calls to him. Lars looks up and Ken tries to point out a particularly large chunk of wood. “Why don’t you chop that one? That big one, right—yeah, that one.” Lars grabs the piece of wood, sets it on the stump, and seems to inspect it.
“It’s too big, I don’t think it’ll split,” he says back. He scratches his head, thinking.
“Aw, come on,” Ken whines. “I know you can do it, Lars, you’re so strong.” He giggles behind his hand, knowing exactly what that did for Lars.
The chunk of wood is too big to split, at least in one single chop. The ax embeds into it, stuck about a quarter of the way in, and Lars continues to smack it against the chopping block, pushing the ax further down. Each loud smack of the chunk of wood on the chopping block makes Ken’s dick twitch in his pants, his hips jumping excitedly as he watches. Oh God, he’s so turned on.
Finally, the wood splits, and each half falls to the side. Lars pants, leaning on his ax, and looks over at Ken.
“That what you wanted to see?” he asks. He’s started to catch on to Ken’s scheming and teasing, so he must know what that did for him.
“Yes,” Ken answers, his voice shaking. He rubs his thighs together and feels how wet he is, all from watching Lars chop wood. “Do you wanna go inside, Lars?” Please, please, please!
He swings his ax one more time, burying it in the chopping block, and strides quickly over to the camper. Ken doesn’t even have a chance to stand up before Lars is hoisting him out of the chair and tossing him over his shoulder. Oh yes, he definitely knows what’s going on.
“Lars!” Ken giggles, kicking his legs. “You’re so strong, Lars, oh my God.”
Lars grunts as he tosses Ken onto the bed in the camper. Ken bounces on the mattress, still giggling, and he stares up at Lars. There’s a noticeable bulge in his pants and his face is flushed, from exertion or arousal or both, Ken’s not sure. He’s breathing hard, hands on his hips, looking like he wants to scold Ken.
But when he speaks, his voice is soft. “What would you like me to do?” he asks, his brows pulling together.
“Pick me up,” Ken blurts out. “Hold me while you fuck between my thighs.” Lars’ knees tremble at Ken’s words, looking like they might give out, but then he hooks his thumbs in his waistband and pulls his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. Ken scrambles to strip himself, tossing his clothes wildly around the camper, and then they’re staring at each other, naked and panting.
Lars holds out his arms, waiting. Ken stands up on the bed and nearly launches himself forward into Lars’ embrace, laughing loudly when Lars catches him with a low grunt. He holds Ken with ease, arms wrapped around his chest under his armpits. His hard cock presses into Ken’s thigh.
“This might be awkward,” Ken laughs. “I didn’t think it through.”
“It’s okay,” Lars groans. He handles Ken like it’s no big deal, releasing an arm to spread one of Ken’s legs and guide his own cock into place between them. Ken presses his legs together, hooking one ankle over the other, and waits for Lars. He hangs in the air, trembling and dripping with excitement.
It takes Lars another few moments to adjust; he decides to lean against the wall, easing some of the strain on his lower back. Ken still hugs his neck tightly and Lars moves his hands down to hold Ken’s ass, one cheek gripped in each hand. Ken giggles, squeezing his thighs tighter around Lars’ cock.
Lars pulls Ken back along his length with the grip on his ass, groaning with the effort, but otherwise he makes no complaints. His cock throbs between Ken’s legs, dripping precum down the backs of his thighs. Ken flexes the muscles in his thighs to increase the pressure for Lars, and they both moan in each other’s ears as Lars’ cock slides against him.
“Lars,” Ken whispers breathily. “You feel so good.” He turns his head to kiss Lars’ neck, licking up his sweat and sucking on his earlobe. Lars whines under him.
Ken gasps and squeals when Lars pushes him down with enough force that there’s an audible smack! as their bodies meet. It’s so sexy, Ken loves being reminded of Lars’ strength. His little cock twitches between their bodies, leaking onto their stomachs. His cunt drips onto Lars’ cock, aching and throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
“You doing okay, baby?” Ken asks. He feels amazing, the muscles in his stomach already starting to cramp, but he would hate for Lars to hurt himself doing this.
“Close,” Lars grunts. He presses his face into Ken’s shoulder and whines quietly. “You?”
“Yes,” Ken moans. “Yes, yes, Lars, just keep—like that—oh my God—”
Lars manages to thrust into Ken at the same time that he pushes their bodies together, pulling Ken away as he moves back. The reminder of his sheer strength, the way he holds and moves Ken like he weighs nothing at all, his throaty grunts and high-pitched whines as he leaks, when his cockhead catches on the rim of Ken’s hole—it’s all so perfect.
Ken shakes as he comes in Lars’ arms, thrusting his hips as much as he can and squeezing tighter around the cock between his legs. He feels Lars’ stance wavering, hears his loud, broken whines, and then he’s collapsing to the floor as he comes undone too. Lars slides down the wall, whining as he holds the head of his cock between Ken’s cheeks and comes up his back. Ken feels it land on his warm, sweaty skin, dripping down his body.
He’s straddling Lars’ lap now, their faces still buried in each other’s shoulders. Ken’s the first to come back to himself, pulling away from Lars and raising his head with a hand on his chin to inspect him.
“You okay?” Ken asks, rubbing Lars’ chin with his thumb. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“No,” Lars mumbles. He blinks tears from his eyes and looks up at Ken, his face flushed and wet. “I’m quite strong, you know.” He smiles weakly, clearly pleased with himself.
Ken laughs. “Oh, I know, trust me.” He leans forward and kisses Lars. “It’s one of the many, many things I love so much about you, Lars.”
Lars hums happily. “Should we take this to the bed?”
“Oh, yes please,” Ken nearly squeals, hugging Lars tight as he stands up and walks them over to the bed.