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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Steven_Universe_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Lars_Barriga/Pee_Dee_Fryman
  Character:
      Lars_Barriga, Pee_Dee_Fryman
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Developing_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-27 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 4531
****** Cookies and Cream ******
by Helmsritch
Summary
     Lars bakes cookies for Peedee to ask him out.
Notes
     This was written for Shota's birthday.
     Why yes, it is a bit late....
     8 pages in word.
The smell of baking cookies filled the kitchen as Lars absentmindedly washed
out his mixing bowls. He was trying to do anything to keep his mind from
wandering toward…him. He carefully dried the dishes and took off his apron,
hanging it on the hook in the closet. He returned to the small island in his
parent’s kitchen and sat down on a stool, fresh out of distractions.
He picked up his journal, filled with recipes and more recently, doodles
of…him. Lars’ fingers traced the outlines of the boy’s face, wishing they were
more than just marks on a page and sighed. The loud buzzing of the oven made
Lars jump, breaking his gaze from the sketches on the page. He grabbed an oven
mitt and pulled the cookies out, placing them to cool next to him on the
island.
He kept trying to talk himself out it, there was no way the boy would like him
back. He looked back at the page, focusing on a sketch of the boy when he was
bending over to grab a large box of fries in the alley. Lars felt his pants
tighten and he palmed himself, rubbing against his tight jeans.
He closed his eyes and pictured Peedee, he wanted to touch him, to guide the
blonde down to his twitching cock. He unbuckled his pants and shuddered as his
tight jeans slid down, his loose boxers hanging haphazardly off his hip bones.
He pulled the front of his boxers down and his hand slid down his large cock,
gripping tightly around the base and working his way up his shaft. Precum
gathered at his tip and he smeared it down his shaft, working up his pace and
thinking about how it would feel with the boy’s lips wrapped around his cock.
He thought about what it would be like to hear Peedee moaning his name as he
ground their hips together. He imagined how Peedee would squirm under the
pressure of his cock rubbing against the boy’s small prick. Lars’ hand sped up
as he reached the edge of his orgasm. He imagined bending the boy over and
pulling down his briefs, sliding his cock inside and pounding the boy into his
bed. “Just…a little…More…” grunted Lars as he gave a couple of rapid thrusts
with his hand, filling the mental image of Peedee with his load as cum shot
from his cock into his waiting hand.
The loud ringing of his phone’s alarm broke him out of his post-orgasm bliss
and he realized that he had to be out the door already. He rushed over to the
counter and grabbed a plastic container, hastily sliding the still moist
cookies in and snapping the lid shut. He grabbed his journal and the container
and stuffed them inside his backpack. He rushed over to the door and braced
himself, he was about to try to ask a kid to hang out with him and he realized
how fucked up it was.
Lars headed out, ignoring his parents as they pulled up to the house and shoot
him a fearful look. “They’ll never fucking understand me” he thought bitterly,
as he made his way to the boardwalk. He was trying to come up with a plausible
excuse to give Peedee his cookies, but everything sounded stupid. He might as
well just say “Hi! I’m Lars and I’m trying to convince your young son to date
me!”

He continued to run through excuse after excuse searching for any reason that a
17-year-old would give cookies to a 12-year-old. His nervous brain flipped
between trying to come up with a reason and what he would do if Peedee rejected
him. But before he had a chance to chicken out he found himself in front of the
fry shack. There Peedee was, standing in the walk-up window leaning forward
with his hand resting under his chin. Lars stared at the boy, appreciating how
cute his face was, and enjoying how the soft beach breeze was pulling Peedee’s
tank top away from his small chest revealing a very soft and pink nipple.
Lars began walking slowly towards the window, focusing on everything but the
boy. He was trying desperately to look cool with his backpack over one
shoulder, slouching low. As he approached, Peedee noticed him and started
smiling. Lars felt his courage falter as he saw how cute Peedee was, with his
missing tooth, smiling at him as if he was happy to see him. He felt a warmth
creep into his ears and down the back of his neck and he was fully staring at
Peedee, cool guy shtick falling flat. He couldn’t help a smile playing at his
lips, seeing the brother of his childhood friend so happy.
Lars stood in front of the counter staring at Peedee, his mouth opened to speak
but nothing came out.
“Hey Lars, it’s been a while! How are you?” Peedee cheerfully greeted him.
“Cookies” Lars replied, causing the blond boy to raise an eyebrow. He shrugged
off his backpack onto the counter and unzipped it. He nervously dug around for
the box of cookies he had baked, pulling it out roughly.
“I-I made these…for you…” Lars managed to get out, sliding the box nervously
across the counter. He saw Ronaldo approach the counter, curious to know why
Lars of all people was at their window. Lars quickly added “for you guys”.
Peedee opened the box and smiled, he took a cookie and started chewing on it.
Ronaldo, seeing that it was a box of cookies grabbed the box and ran into the
other room yelling “Dad! Lars brought us cookies!”. Lars couldn’t help
grumbling as Peedee’s present was snatched away, at least the kid got to taste
one.
“Wow Lars! This is really good…Thank you!” Exclaimed Peedee leaning close to
Lars. The older teen felt his cheeks start to flush and he switched back to his
usual demeanor.
“They’re just cookies…jeez.” Lars suddenly turned, walking off towards the Big
Donut. Peedee stared after Lars, confused by the sudden shift. Lars always
flipped between hot and cold and Peedee never knew which was coming and why. He
took another bite of the warm, moist cookie. It really was very delicious and
sweet with just the right amount of saltiness to balance out the sweetness. He
pulled his gaze away as Lars entered his workplace and looked around to see if
there were any customers around.
Peedee’s eyes landed squarely on the backpack on the counter. Peedee was pretty
sure that Lars was wearing a backpack, but had he just walked off and left it?
The zipper of the backpack was left open and a worn purple notebook was halfway
out. Peedee looked over at the Big Donut to make sure Lars wasn’t coming and
grabbed the notebook. What was with Lars, why did he always act so strange
around him?
Peedee opened the notebook, taking another bite from the cookie. The first half
was just recipes but the further he thumbed through it the wider his eyes got.
At first there was a small doodle in the corner of a page, a rogue arm or leg
that was just randomly scribbled in the margins. When Peedee got to the last
page with the cookie recipe he dropped the small bit of cookie he had left in
his hand. Directly across from the ingredient list were doodles of him, random
candid scenes that were drawn with such care and attention. The boy felt his
face heat up, he never knew Lars paid so much attention to him.
Peedee glanced back over toward the Big Donut and seeing that nobody was
watching, and the boardwalk was mostly empty, he stuffed the journal back into
the backpack and swung it off the counter and onto his back. Peedee walked over
to his dad, oversized backpack hitting him in the back of the legs.
“Hey dad…I’m not feeling well today, I’m gonna go home and rest, okay?” Peedee
said, knowing that his dad would let him go home since he only took sick days
when he was actually sick, unlike his brother.
“Sure son, go rest up and feel better, summer rush is comin pretty soon and I
need you in tip top shape!” said the oldest Fryman, patting his son on the
head. As his son walked out the back door he noticed the large backpack and
raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and went back to taking inventory.
Peedee walked slowly out the back door into the alley and walked down the block
towards his house. As soon as he was out of sight from both the Big Donut and
Beach Citywalk Fries he started running home. He ran quickly down the sidewalk
with the oversized backpack slapping against his lower back and legs. He was
used to running each morning and the trip was short. When he arrived home, he
quickly unlocked the door and ran up to his room.
He was breathing heavily from a mixture of excitement and physical exertion as
he slowly unzipped the backpack once more. He wanted to see again, wanted to
make absolutely sure that what he saw hadn't been just a daydream. Clearing a
space on his small corner desk he carefully laid the journal down and after
checking to make sure that his blinds were closed he flipped through page after
page. Once more he arrived at the page with the cookie recipe, sweet little
doodles looking up at him.
Peedee had recently begun to notice Lars more often. His eyes tended to follow
the lanky teen whenever he was around. He had wondered if Lars had been
watching him more, but he had chalked it up as Lars not liking him. The blond
got up from his small desk and walked over to the wall across from his bed,
looking all over the decorated surface, trying to find the best ones. He
carefully chose 6 small rectangular pieces of paper and tucked them into the
journal, separating the doodles of him from the recipe for the delicious
cookie.
Peedee went into the small bathroom next to his room and he pulled a small step
stool over to the sink and climbed up. He was short for a 12-year-old, but what
he lacked in height he made up for in maturity. He looked into the mirror and
flushed as he realized what he was about to say. Even though he was practicing
what he was going to say, he still felt butterflies in his stomach.
He thought carefully and practiced every word until he felt like he could
recite his feelings in his sleep, the bathroom eventually being cast in warm
shades of red and orange as the sun set. He gave one last run through his
prepared words and grabbed the oversized backpack, carefully hefting it onto
his small shoulders. Lars should be closing right now, if he hasn’t already
gone home and left Sadie to do it. He smiled slightly and grabbed his camera
from his nightstand, draping the thick strap over the back of his neck and
letting the heavy body rest against his small chest. The weight against his
fluttering heart was almost reassuring as he left his house, walking down the
dark and silent street towards his destination.
Peedee arrived in front of Lars’ house, a two-story white building with a porch
along the entrance. Peedee had never been inside but he had often wondered what
Lars’ room would be like. Was Lars messy, or did he have some kind of secret
side of him that only came out when he was in private? The blond boy had little
time to wonder, as soon as he rang the doorbell a balding man with glasses
slowly cracked the door open and looked out.
“Yes? What can I do for you son?” Said the haggard man.
“U-um, Hi! I’m Lars’ fri- My brother is Lars’ friend and I’m here to give his
backpack to him.” Said Peedee, not knowing if he really was anybody to Lars.
The middle-aged man seemed to slightly relax, realizing that it wasn’t some kid
coming to tell him that Lars had stolen his bike or something. He took a few
steps back, opening the door further and beckoned to the blond boy to step
inside.
“If you wanna just leave it in with me, I’ll make sure Lars gets it.” Said the
elder Barriga.
“No! it’s fine! I want to give it to him directly, t-to make sure he gets it”
Stammered Peedee quickly, he was starting to lose his opportunity to have a one
on one talk with Lars.
“Listen son, it’s late out and you really shouldn’t be hanging around Lars.
Tell ya what, just give me your dad’s phone number and I’ll call him to pick
you up, it’s no problem at all!” Lars’ dad quickly said, the wrinkles on his
forehead beginning to deepen with worry.
Just as Peedee started to open his mouth to try to give another excuse to see
Lars, the lanky teen came bounding down the stairs. He stopped halfway down and
his eyes grow wide, seeing Peedee standing in his living-room, wearing the
backpack that he had forgotten. When Lars had realized that he had left the
backpack at the fry shop he had rushed back over and after searching all over
had resigned himself to the fact that it had most likely been stolen.
“W-what are you doing here!?” Shouted Lars, causing the older Barriga to flinch
and turn around.
“N-now Lars, the kid was just leaving, there’s no need to get mad at him.”
Lars narrowed his eyes at his father, causing the older man to stop talking. He
looked at Peedee and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Peedee…c’mon” Lars said motioning for the blond to follow as he started
walking up the stairs. Peedee gave the older man an apologetic look and
followed Lars, unable to keep up with how the lanky teen was able to take the
steps two at a time. He followed as best as he could to the top of the stairs
and looked down the hallway to see Lars leaning up against the door to his
bedroom.
“In here” Lars said, stepping inside and out of sight. He took the opportunity
while Peedee couldn’t see him to swallow hard on the saliva that had been
building in his mouth. He was nervous and trying his best to act cool in front
of his crush. Worried that Peedee might have already gone through his journal
and was here to tell him to fuck off, he sat down roughly on the edge of his
messy bed.
Peedee pushed open the door that had swung almost closed by the time he reached
it and blinked a few times looking at Lars’ bedroom. There were a few small
piles of clothes in the corners, by the bed a ragged old chair squatted in the
corner in front of a beat-up coffee table that had a flat screen TV and a game
console hooked up to it. Lars sat on his bed, right in the middle of the room
under 6 glass skylights that were currently displaying a crescent moon and lots
of stars.
The small blond stepped inside, he walked towards Lars and stopped a few feet
away from the teen, wondering if he was allowed to sit. Lars’ breath hitched as
the boy stood close to him, he could see the tiny, soft blond hairs on the
boy’s smooth arms. He reached out his hand and Peedee raised an eyebrow at him
questioningly.
“Can I have my backpack now?” Said Lars, still trying to act cool and aloof, he
cringed at how harsh his voice sounded.
Peedee shrugged off the backpack, and pulled it around to drop in front of him.
He bent down and unzipped the top quickly, and pulled out the journal. Lars
watched wide-eyed as Peedee flipped open the journal directly to the page that
he tucked the squares into.
“I’m sorry…I saw this journal and wanted to look at it to make sure that it was
yours. …I saw what you drew inside…I’ve never had someone like me before…”
Peedee softly said, searching Lars’ face for a reaction.
Lars looked to the side, face heating up and said, “I don’t know what you’re
talking about kid, that’s not even my journal”
The blond raised an eyebrow and grabbed the squares out of the book, putting
them into his pocket carefully. He grabbed the journal roughly with one hand on
the top and thrust it forwards into Lar’s face.
“The cookies! This is the recipe for the cookies you gave me this morning! I’m
not stupid, Lars.” Peedee said, getting frustrated.
Lars looked at the book spread in front of him with the cookie recipe on one
page and the page full of doodles that looked just like the boy in front of
him.
“Listen Lars” Peedee said, starting his prepared speech. “I’m getting too old
to keep playing games, so I’m just going to come out and say what I’m thinking.
This is your journal and you keep drawing pictures of me. I can tell that you
put in a lot of effort and care because they look really well drawn. What I
want to know is…” He took a deep breath, and blurted out “Do you like me?”
Lars flushed red and his mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to
make words come out. He was caught in a lie and Peedee knew his secret. He
quickly ran over any possible excuse he could come up with but failed. The
lanky teen was having trouble sitting still and got up to walk away from
Peedee’s intense stare. Was the boy going to rat him out? How much trouble
could you get in for doodling someone? No, that wasn’t the problem, the real
trouble would come if Peedee told anybody, his reputation would be ruined.
“What do you want from me kid?” Lars spat bitterly, his back to the blond.
“I want to know if you like me Lars!” replied Peedee with a raised voice.
“Fine! I do like you! Jeez!” Lars snapped back, turning around wild-eyed. “So
now you know…I’m a weirdo that likes a…brat” he said dropping heavily to lay
down on his bed, hands covering his face.
Peedee walked over to the side of the bed and stood by Lars’ head. He pulled
one of Lar's hands away from his face and placed the squares into the warm
grip.
"We'll if you're weird...I'm weird too..." Replied Peedee, blushing from
embarrassment. He couldn't help nervously twisting his hands in the bottom of
his shirt while he waited for lars to look.
The teen slowly sat up and stared down into his hands. He was staring at 6
squares that were completely white. He looked at Peedee with his eyebrows
raised. Peedee rolled his eyes and stuck out his hand and flipped it over to
show Lars that he was holding them upside down.
"oh" Lars mumbled before turning over the white squares. His eyes went wide
when he saw them. Inset into the white squares were pictures, framed with the
white material, each one a candid shot of him. There was one where he was
sitting on the beach in the moonlight, a couple where he was smiling. He
shuffled to the last one where he was crying, alone, beside the dumpster behind
the Big Donut, holding his latest report card.
He was staring at the pictures wondering when each one had been taken. He was
careful not to smile much around others, and even more careful to not show how
upset it made him when he continued to prove his parents right, that he'd never
amount to anything other than a criminal.
"What are you, some kind of stalker?" asked Lars, he looked up and was
momentarily blinded by a flash as Peedee took another picture with the camera
he had around his neck. Peedee smiled a gap-toothed grin and took the photo as
it was sliding out of the front of the camera. He let the camera drop back down
to his small chest and started waving the picture back and forth, grabbing the
journal with his other hand and held it out to lars, doodles facing the flushed
teen.
“What do you call this then, Laaars?” He said, dragging out the older boy’s
name. Lars reached out and snatched the journal out of the boy’s hands. He
looked indignant as Peedee handed him the picture he took. He couldn’t help
noticing how much he was blushing in the candid shot. He looked back up and saw
the blond twisting his hands in the front of his shirt. It was a nervous habit
the kid had, and Lars reluctantly enjoyed how cute it made him look.
“S-So, uhm…I like you too Lars. D-do you want to be my b-boyfriend?” Peedee
stuttered out.
Lars pulled his hands up to his face again, he wasn’t used to talking about
feelings in such a direct and honest way. He couldn’t believe a brat had more
courage than him and was the one to ask the question he was too afraid to hear
the answer to. Peedee pulled his hands away from his face and grinned at Lars.
Lars looked into the eyes of the blond boy and looked away, unable to stand up
to Peedee’s intense stare.
“Y-yes.” Lars finally said, causing Peedee to chuckle and lean forward. His
eyes widened as the small boy’s lips met his. Peedee’s eyes were closed and he
closed his, focusing on how soft and warm the boy’s lips felt. How the blonde’s
small hands were so warmly holding onto his.
Peedee broke the kiss first, leaning back and smiling as Lars leaned forward to
continue the contact. Lars opened his eyes and smiled looking down, embarrassed
at how hungry he was for contact with the boy. Peedee checked his watch and bit
his lip.
“I have to go now. My dad will be getting back from counting the potatoes in a
few minutes.” Peedee groaned. Lars nodded silently and pulled the boy into a
hug, planting his lips once more on the smaller, soft ones.
“Let’s hang out sometime soon, okay?” Lars said as the boy pulled out of the
hug and started walking towards the door.
Peedee gave Lars a gap-toothed smile and nodded. “Sure!” He said and turned
around to slip out the door. He tried his best to ignore the looks from Lars’
parents as he bounded down the steps and walked out the front door. He ran all
the way home, heart already pounding from the kiss, still fresh in his mind.
He arrived at his house with a few minutes to spare and quickly made his way to
his room, placing his camera back on his nightstand. He laid down on his bed
and sighed contentedly. He had worked up the courage to ask out his crush, and
Lars had actually said yes! He smiled, recalling how awkward and shy Lars
actually is when he’s alone.
Peedee got up and turned off his light, letting the moonlight through his
window as he reached behind the corkboard full of photos to grab his favorite
photo. He clutched the prized possession to his chest as he padded over to his
bed and laid down, he back was to the window and he let the light of the moon
illuminate the picture. He looked closely at the photo showing Lars skinny
dipping in the ocean at night. The blonde couldn’t help but to do his usual
routine. He had been doing it for a week now and he had no idea what he was
doing, but it felt good anyway. He unbuttoned and slid down his shorts, laying
on his bed in just his briefs and a tank top. The boy slowly slid his hand down
his small chest, to his rapidly hardening prick and rubbed the palm of his hand
against the cloth. He kept rubbing while feeling a strong pressure start to
build in the bottom of his stomach, moaning out Lars’ name. His hand slipped
inside the waistband of his briefs and his pace quickened, humping into his
warm hand as he felt closer and closer to an edge.
He had never crossed the edge and he was scared because it felt like he was
going to pee. He kept moving his hands rhythmically against his small prick and
moaned thinking about the kiss. He felt the edge rapidly approach and gave into
his needy thrusts. Humping desperately against his hand now he felt the final
bit of pressure build up and then the feeling in his lower stomach burst all
over his small body, sending shockwaves of pleasure from his head to his toes.
His legs suddenly seized up and he pulled his hand out of his briefs and
grabbed onto his sheets as he came for the first time. Small spurt after spurt
shot into the front of his underwear as he moaned out Lars’ name again.
He lay tense for a moment, still gripping hard to the sheets as he basked in
the afterglow of his first orgasm. Slowly letting his body relax he felt the
warm stickiness in the front of his briefs and his panting started to slow. He
was embarrassed, thinking he had peed himself and he slowly crept to the
bathroom. He quietly shut the door and pulled down his underwear to see he was
covered in a sticky white liquid and he raised an eyebrow. Curiosity got the
better of him and he took a small glob on his finger. He slowly raised it to
his mouth and let the liquid drop from his finger onto his tongue. He frowned,
it was salty and almost familiar tasting.
Peedee shrugged and cleaned himself up as best as he could with Ronaldo’s
towel, knowing the teen wouldn’t use it for another day or two. He quietly
crept back to his room with his underwear in his hands and threw them into his
laundry basket. The blond went to his dresser drawer and picked up a pair of
blue briefs with white trim and slid them on, enjoying the feeling of clean
underwear after what he had just went through. Carefully he placed his favorite
picture back in its hiding place and he laid back down in bed. He smiled when
he thought of the pleasurable feeling and he got giddy when he thought of his
boyfriend. He couldn’t believe that they were dating now, and he wanted to show
Lars the new thing he just discovered.
Peedee curled up in his warm blanket and fell asleep thinking about how happy
he was that Lars felt the same way about him. He would definitely have to come
up with a great place to take Lars out on a date.
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