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Pascal felt his eyes getting heavy as his black painted fingers slaved away at his keyboard. He yawned softly, eventually saving and closing whatever program he was using. His dark eyes spotted his brother, Lazlo, slinking off to the kitchen to dig in the fridge for some cold leftovers.

" Laz, " Pascal started in a cold tone, " Why are you walking around in your boxers? Didn't we have a family meeting about this last week? " he scolded. Lazlo already had a cold slice of pizza hanging from his mouth, a pitcher of kool-aid in his left hand.

" Yeah- but I'm not sitting on anything-! " he defended, pulling the pizza out of his mouth. " I'm going back to my room after- " Pascal waved his hand in a dismissive tone. " Fine. Just no butt germs or being around Tyche. She already learned the word ' bong ' from your little phone calls with that girl, " the older grumbled, standing up from his swivel chair.

" Not my fault your intergalactic baby has the hearing of a nosy neighbor, " Lazlo sassed, " Kinda like that guy standing outside our front door. Hi Nervous! " He chirped, waving at a surprised Nervous that was peeking through their doors.

Pascal paused before turning around himself, spotting the lanky figure just standing there... Was he spying-?

" Nervous, " Pascal addressed in an authoritative tone, " Didn't I tell you to call before coming? " He opened the door, letting the cool air rush in. " Are you just on a bitch tirade tonight? " Vidcund interjected. " Are you on the rag this week? Don't you gotta tell us that? Lazlo have you seen any suspicious stacks of newspapers? " the blonde theorized, poking Lazlo with his elbow.

" I can hear you, " Pascal hissed, clearly nodding his head to Nervous who was completely enamoured by the random display of plants (that was definitely NOT just Lazlo's indiscreet weed farm) in a separate room. " Right. That one, " Vidcund scoffed, walking to the noticed room to shut the curtain to disguise it. " Why is he here? "

Pascal rolled his eyes at Vidcund's brash behavior. It was 1 am, they were ALL tired and cranky... Maybe they both were being unnecessarily snarky, but at least Pascal was valid in his responses! Right?

" I don't know, why are you here Nervous? " with an adjustment of his glasses, Pascal crossed his arms. " Oh! Me? Right... " Nervous broke his immersion from the now shielded " plant " room.

" Something happened with those people im staying with. Its like... Really bad... And... I had a bad reaction to all of it, " Nervous deflated a bit, quickly grabbing his shoulders for comfort... " I need to talk to you, please. About it, " he sheepishly asked, almost pleading.

Pascal wanted to reach out to touch his shoulder but stopped himself, checking his brothers to see their reaction to the beginning of this situation. Vidcund was, of course, judging that someone was popping up at their house in the middle of the night. Lazlo was trying to figure out if he could eat frozen pizza without reheating it...

Pascal let out a soft sigh, adjusting his glasses. He nodded his head in the direct of his room, leading the taller man to it. He opened the door and let Nervous in first, passing by a sleeping Tyche in the hall. Pascal shut the door softly, easing himself into the chair situated at his private desk.

" Alright, what's wrong? " Pascal had a ' let's get this over with ' tone, but it was more firm than cold. He would never want to turn Nervous away, especially when he was all vulnerable like this. Despite the fact he was tired and irritated, he wouldn't let that stop him from at least listening to Nervous' bouts.

" I... Okay, this is long, " Nervous started hyperventilating somewhat, deflating against the room's wall. " I... Mrs. Beaker... She did a lot. A lot to me, when I first got there! " the raven haired man exclaimed, rubbing his thumb in a near panic. " But... I forgot. Cause they put all that- that stuff and electricity in me! And... And I'm itching my damn skin off! And its... Its too much! I can't even leave cause I have no family- and its been years since I've been in the system... I'm 21, they'll never let me go back! " Nervous was clearly just in a panic, all of his thoughts just came out like word vomit...

" I can't do it anymore, and they- " Nervous interrupted himself by biting into his wrist. Pascal rushed to correct this behavior, moving his chair (via wheels) towards him.

" Nervous, " the dark haired man scolded softly. " What did I say about hurting ourselves? " he inquired, forcing his arm down with a jank... he rubbed the tender bite mark with his fingers, trying to relax the pale man.

" Biting and slicing... is for food. Not people, " Nervous answered, hesitantly darting his eyes to meet Pascal's gaze. " Right, and what do we do when we feel like treating ourselves like food? " Pascal asked, slowly... Using both of his hands, he rubbed his forearm.

The fact Pascal wasn't yelling or hitting him for not answering fast immediately was enough to make Nervous emotional. His dark eyes met the other man's dark orbs, he was breathless as he tried to complete a coherent sentence in his mind... " We... Talk. And if we are hungry, we eat food... And... " Nervous hummed softly, liking the feeling of Pascal massaging his bitten limb... " I... feel okay, " he mustered out, nearing a whisper...

" Good, " Pascal said, returning the soft tone. " I'm sorry you are stuck in this situation. I can offer temporary comfort, " he muttered. " You can stay here for the night, or as long as you need, "

Nervous' eyes lit up at the idea of staying the night, let alone living here... But staying the night would be great too... He snuck out anyway, so he can't exactly go back. " Really? " he inquired, surprised someone would help him with no strings attached.

" Of course, you can sleep in my room or on the couch. I don't like seeing you like this, Nervous, " the tan man's tone was comforting, his led the taller's body to his bed. Nervous got the idea to sit down... Pascal stood from his chair in response. " Hungry? Thirsty? Need a shower? New shirt? " he inquired, opening his mini fridge next to his bed.

The fridge was filled to the brim with baby bottles filled with formula, but it looked less murky, like breast milk... Before Nervous could even wonder about it, Pascal pulled out a bottle of water for him.

" Right- I could use some clean clothes- though i was standing in the rain, so no shower needed, " Nervous half joked, tensing up immediately after it left his mouth... " Sure. I have some shirts your size in my bottom drawer. I gotta put Tyche in her crib, I'll be back, " with a tilt of his glasses, Pascal went into the hall.

Nervous cursed under his breath, the door was cracked. Softly shutting the door more with his fingers but a crack still remained. He couldn't worry about that, he had to change out of these damp jeans...

He scratched all over his body with his bitten finger nails, eventually getting his shirt off. After the shirt, his jeans came off... They sloshed a bit from the gathered water, but surprisingly his boxers were pretty dry. Nervous sighed in relief at this revelation, still finding it appropriate to scratch his junk mid dresser opening... He peaked into the drawer...

Was this just a bunch of clothes Pascal brought for him? None if these even fit Pascal... He wasn't tall at all, not exactly skinny... He was kinda curvy, like bottom heavy... Maybe these were his pajamas?

Nervous shook the thoughts from his head, pulling out a shirt from the neat stack. Ironically, Pascal decided to waltz in... He gasped and shielded his eyes a little, opening the door fully to get his body inside. Nervous wasn't exactly phased by this, the Beakers did watch him 24/7... And have watched him done way more vulnerable and embarrassing actions.

" Sorry, Nerv. I should've knocked, " he let out a dry chuckle, going back to his desk. " It's quite okay, good thing my underwear wasn't wet, " Nervous eased, unaffected by the event overall.

Pascal stole a few glances as his back... How his boxers slightly sagged on him... His cute little crack that appeared when he bent over, his spine that led to the crack... But when he turned around to face him-

" Nipple piercings? " Pascal blurted out, " Oh. Those? " his mohawk bobbed as the guy looked down at himself. " Yeah, I got them done downtown with this bartender girl... Definitely makes getting electrocuted worse, " he said oh so casually... Pascal felt a ping of jealousy at the mention of a bartender girl. But he shook it off. " They look metal on you, " he complimented, giving a somewhat forced smile.

They really did look great on him! He just... wished there was a different story attached to it...

Nervous got the shirt on and hesitantly sat back on he bed... " Were we sharing it? " he asked, subtly rubbing the space next to him. " Oh-! Yeah... I know it's small but, I'm sure we can make do, " Pascal assured, getting up from his desk...

He turned on his red LEDs, the room filled with new ambience. Turning off his desk light to sit on the other side of the bed, Pascal took his own shirt off... But with this new found illumination, Nervous could see far more...

His dark eyes traced the curvy man's, well, curvy form. His chest was flat but had an odd bump to it, his hips were more pronounced than he thought with his shirt being off... He watched as Pascal rubbed the back of his neck, complaining about some miscellaneous pain...

" Oh... You sleep shirtless? " Nervous inquired, trying his best next to stare. " Yeah, is that alright? " Pascal asked, mindlessly laying down regardless of whatever answer he would give him. " Yes, " Nervous stated, quickly... rushing to awkwardly lay down as well.

Pascal yawned and ripped his glasses from his face, rubbing his eyes as he laid back.. " What a day, " He added, moving his comforter so he could lay down. " Right... " Nervous said in solidarity...

But truthfully, he didn't want to end the day- or.. night like this. He had this longing feeling in his gut... Okay, maybe lower... Oh no, was this one of those ' things ' again?

Nervous' eyes widened as he felt a sudden strain against his boxers... " No, no, not here. Nerves be damned, " he swore at himself, rushing to stand up. Pascal noticed. Out of concern, he sat up. " Nervous? " he asked, softly. " What's wrong? " pale hands rushed to cover the effected area, tucking himself down... this was making it worse!

" I need a bathroom- um.. is it the middle room with all the doors? " he asked, blabbering a bit. " Yes- but what's wrong? You shouldn't be having this reaction to average waste or urine disposal- are you in pain? UTI? " Pascal wondered, getting up to try to aid him.

" Pascal, please- " Nervous hissed a bit, crouching over... " What's wrong? You only say my name if there's something embarrassing- " Pascal bit back, tugging at his arm before spotting... " Wowsers, " he muttered, he didn't need glasses to see this!

" That- is.. wow. Is that from me? " he asked, almost egotistical in a way... Nervous felt his cheeks flush, and the blood rushing somewhere else. " Maybe? No? Yes? Please, I just... Don't get mad, " he pleaded... " I can't help it, I just... From behind you're all girly- and... And your... Your butt is like round! And... I just... " he was about to go on a tangent, oh no.

" And i always see those nudie magazines on the counter from that Lazlo guy, and Mr. Beaker always plays those daytime TV shows with the hospitals and the girls who sometimes sneak to have like... relations in the rooms! And my computer can't load up that stuff on dial up- so- " He stumbled over his words... Pascal was quiet. Oh no, was he mad?

Before Nervous could try to defend himself again, a foreign hand was already gripped around the defiant appendage. He let out a soft grunt, bucking his hips a bit in the direction of his hand... " I can see... You're definitely a blessed one, " Pascal stated, making a weak attempt to wet up his dry mouth by gulping... " But... If you want- only a suggestion. I can help you with this, " he offered, quietly. His eyes darted up to Neevous', who was already trying not to pass out from just the idea of this scenario... but now he was in it!

" I- like- how? " Nervous had an idea how, but he was too unsure of himself to blurt out a possibly wrong answer. " Sex. Maybe lesser... Like foreplay... Hand stuff. Oral, " Pascal continued, pulling his hand back to adjust his own pajama bottoms... " I'm... In a heat of my own, " he admitted, quietly. " I could use a release myself, " Nervous tilted his head, looking down at the other's pants... He couldn't see an erection or any bulge at all, but his pants were baggy after all...

Nervous nodded. " Okay, only if you want to... I'm not experienced... At all... At least not... that I'm aware of, " he admitted in a shutter. " But I'm sure you'll teach me, " Those words rung in Pascal's ears on repeat for a few seconds... He let them hang in the air before catching it with: " I heard I'm a good example, " he purred slightly...

Pascal reached over to lock his door, sinking to a squatting position immediately after... Tugging on his boxers, Nervous decided to be helpful and free his member from its cloth chamber. The strain was clearly overwhelming, since it throbbed and bobbed with the simple absence of his undies. " Mm... " Pascal hummed, clearly pleased with what he was faced with. The LEDs made it more dramatic, but fed into the vibe of the activities they would (hopefully) get into.

" You're uncut? " he whispered, noting the bulb of precum dripping from his hanging member... " Does that mean uncircumcised? Yes, I am. I... Dont know who my real mom is, but i would thank her for that, " Nervous answered, genuinely... " I dont really use it- other than like peeing- but it is pretty sensitive-! " he added, hoping it would add more context to something that needed none to a literal scientist.

" Mhm... I would approximate your length is 8 and girth by 3.5... though thats underestimating... Regardless, that's pretty good, " Pascal praised, tapping the head of it that peeked from his darker foreskin... " Hm... Hyperpigmentation of genitalia and closely rubbed areas are common on the body, but your... ' john hancock ' here is really dark. Its an eerily contrasting pigment from the usual hyperpigmentation I see on lighter complexions, " He pondered, taking Nervous' member into his hands... Nervous let out a needy whine... " Yeah- I know it's... Different from the marks and... ah- ah... Pigmentation from my scars- " He whimpered, trying to form full sentences... " But I think... Mmm... Mm... It's- " he felt his precum leak out a bit more, a nice small rope dripping down the head and on Pascal's hand that propped it up. " My... DNA... is strange- hell... Sorry- " he let out a labored breath as he watched Pascal exam it further.

Pascal interrupted him with a strict grip on his hip... " I can see you have albinoism. I was always suspecting it from the way your skin reacted to different things, but your eyes and hair always threw me off, " he stated, running his hand across his shaft... " The foreign shade of your genital pigmentation might just be your albinoism altering it from the other parts of your body, " he explained... He was enamoured by the sheer length, the color... and it's uncut! " Mmm... Whoever your parents are have... blessed genetics, " he praised again, leaning to kiss the tip of the tanned member... Nervous let out a moan, trying to hush himself...

All the electrocuting, and whipping, and medicines, and burning- all of it... Nothing compared to this... Oh when Pascal got it in his mouth finally, Nervous felt as if his heart was gonna burst out of his chest... His hips bucked involuntarily into his, now slobbery, mouth. Pascal met every thrust with the same energy, getting to the base pretty easily before spitting his cock back out...

Admittedly, Pascal was a bit of a size queen... After that alien abduction... There was some spots he couldn't reach without some special toys... This was by far the biggest, human, penis he's encountered... And boy was he gonna take advantage of it.

Pascal's precum glossed lips kissed the tip of his penis, looking up to see if Nervous could meet his gaze... Nervous hesitantly glanced at him but was too embarrassed to keep consistent eyesight. " Are you liking this, Nervous? " he asked, gently wrapping his hand around the other man's member. " Yes... Very much, actually. It's really nice, " the raven haired man admitted, pouting his lips a bit.... " Please... Can we put it in your mouth or somewhere wet again? "

Pascal smirked at this request... But he started to get cold feet... " Nervous... " he groaned out, standing up... " I actually have to admit, " fiddling with his pajama bottoms, he eventually slipped them down... He was commando... hairy... but there was something missing...

" I'm not exactly the same as you- " he started slowly, turning on his desk light... Pascal leaned onto his bed, opening his thighs a bit... " I... have female reproductive organs, " he admitted, it was so scientific that Nervous was lost at first. Nervous looked down between his legs, whistling a little... Pascal's cheeks pinged a dark red before he looked away, pouting...

His pussy was something to behold. His clitdick was up and ready, his thighs were coated in wet juices from excitement...

" Labia majora... Urethra... " Nervous recounted, aloud. He squatted down to get to the level of the bed, pulling Pascal's pants lower to his ankles so he could see his genitals better. " Yes Nervous, I have all of those, " he grumbled... " Clitoris... " Nervous said, hiking his thighs up to get between his legs. " Yes, that one t- " Pascal attempted to snark but was interrupted by a cold lick... Nervous started to suck strictly on his clitdick.... the veins nor shape bothered him....

Pascal let out some pathetic whines, feeling Nervous' suction like a damn vaccum... " Holy- Mr. Subject- " Pascal jittered, his legs tightening around his neck... His knees buckled as his torso crunches inward, Nervous' mouth getting more intense... " No- Not that much... I'll- I'll- " he moaned out, gripping onto Nervous' mohawk... " Nervous, " he demanded an answer.... fuck... he was gonna-

Pascal felt his legs get all tense, Nervous' tongue slipping in-between his thick walls... Nervous forced his other leg wider, getting a good two or three fingers in there... Was he prepping him? Pascal let out a moan of relief but also panic- he was gonna explode any second now with all this...

He roughly yanked Nervous' mohawk up. " Nervous, " Pascal scolded, softly.... " I'm gonna... ' finish ' if you go that fast, " he reminded... " Take your fingers out... And... Get on the bed... We can prep in a less... mmm.... orgasmic way, "

Nervous looked up at him, that look in his eyes were defiant... It was different in a way... He stood up and got on the bed regardless, following directions. Pascal pulled out a small bottle of lube out of his night stand, muttering about how ' he's gonna need it '.

He prepped himself carefully keeping his legs wide open to allow Nervous to get a good view. And boy, was the view good. Nervous felt himself getting stiffer by the second... The way his walls were so tight that he made little mewls when stretching himself...

Nervous needed to ask something. It's burning a hole in the back of his head now.

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" Pascal... " Nervous addressed softly.... " Why didn't you tell me you didn't have a dingy? "

' what a childish way to phrase it ', Pascal thought to himself.

" Oh... We weren't sleeping together... I usually don't tell anyone but... partners that I have this, " he answered, clearly a bit insecure about it... Pascal grunted, removing his fingers... " There we go, " he smirked, sinking his lower half down near Nervous' thighs. " Looks like I'm open for business, "

Nervous looked down at him... The light in his eyes were gone. Pascal noticed but didn't say anything, his legs slightly closing when he met his gaze...

" Can I start? " the words choked out of his his salvia covered lips... " Of course. Since you're a virgin- " interrupted again by Nervous pulled his hips to meet his lap. Slim hands roamed his body before leaning down to kiss his mouth... Pascal returned the lip service, leaning up a bit... Between moans and whimpers, he felt his cold persona slipping by the second.

" Nervous, " Pascal whispered... " Put it in there, " he commanded, softly. Nervous refused this, allowing his cock to slick against his soft pussy lips... Pascal snarled a bit, feeling their tips kiss... " Very funny, " he snickered. " Come on, don't tease me, " his tone was more firm, Nervous still acted defiant. This was new to Pascal, but he did know people acted different in bed depending on the situation...

He noticed Nervous' decision to sandwich his dick between his pussy. Pascal whimpered, his dark lips pouting... " Nervy... " he whined softly... Neevous leaned down further to get his legs on his shoulders, almost crunching Pascal. Before he could have any objections or praises, he felt himself be filled slowly...

" F-Fuck... " Pascal hissed, lowly. Nervous slowly got himself in, but that wasn't the scary part... Pascal knew how virgins operated, he was gonna- " Don't go too fast- " he warned, grabbing his triceps in preparation. He couldn't even breath before that fat cock leering in him started pounding away like a jackhammer. Pascal's brown eyes widened as he felt his walls wrap around Nervous' shaft, comfortably... almost as if they belonged together...

Pascal let out a string of guttural moans, he couldn't help it! He had to keep his nails in Nervous' back to attempt to pace him from just destroying him... he couldn't cover his mouth now... he had a feeling everyone in the house could hear him- fuck. He just had to bury his face in Nervous' boney chest, whimpering pathetically.

Nervous wasn't able to think about anything other than the fact that this felt amazing, his cock was in something wet... He needed to hump, his hips bucked uncontrollably as he lifted the smaller man's legs.

Pascal let out some curses and grumbles inbetween some loud moans... Watcher, he was just hammering without a care in the world... " Nervous, " he pleaded, " Slow down.... You're so- and its too- uuuuuughhhhhh... " he felt his walls tense up, gripping Nervous' member tighter.. Nervous took this as a sign that his body wanted to milk him for all he had, right?

" Pascal, " Nervous whispered, panting bit but seemed rather unaffected by the current activity... " Can I- Can I finish inside? ...I don't know if I should ask- " his confident demeanor seemed to flatter once he opened his mouth, but Pascal was too busy trying not to yell at the top of his longs about how good this felt... to be stretched and... filled...

" Nngh... Fuck- this soon-? Come on- " Pascal complained, despite the fact he was almost there himself. " Oh, no. I'm not close. I just want to know before I do this, " Nervous eased, sitting up a bit. " Do what? " before he could even blink, he was already on his knees- doggystyle?!

" Nervous! " he whined, feeling the pale man's boney hips slap against him as he drill into his backside. " Augh... You're gonna bruise me- " he found his face buried in one of his pillows, having to slip another in-between his knees to help keep his balance... Nervous yanked his arms back, pinning them to the bedframe... for a lanky guy, he really had a lot of sleeper strength on him...

Pascal let out more shuttering groans, Nervous finding a good angle to dig into him now... his slim fingers dug into the fatty part of his hip, forcing it to stay in place. " I'm gonna explode... I'm gonna have a heart attack... " his eyes got watery... this full feeling, his walls clenching and suctioning this great dick... " I'm gonna die-! " he cried out, feeling his climax squelch all over the muscle that plunged it...

Nervous took none of this to heart, or any of it in mind... he just kept drilling away like it was nothing. He allowed Pascal to ride out his orgasm with more blabbers and whimpers until he eventually came as well. Nervous hunched over, letting go of Pascal's hands and focused on gripping his hips... he muttered and growled about how he ' wanted this for so long ' and how good it felt... Pascal didn't need an audio cue for this, he felt the thick ropes that overflowed his slit... He let out a soft moan, looking behind him...

He saw Nervous trying to catch his breath, eventually removing himself with a wet audible ' pop '. The mix of bubbles from the lube and sperm leaked from Pascal's cavity, causing him to recount all the pleasurable memories he had from that faithful trip on that UFO that caused him to have this kinky hunger for fulfillment...

" Ooo... Geez... You really did a number on me, " he snorted a bit, his hips deflating onto the bed once Nervous let go of them... " Didn't know it could feel that good on earth again- " he continued, reaching between himself to feel the ooze of spunk and lube.

Nervous sat up, getting out of the bed to try to calm his nerves... Admittedly, he wasn't the type to be done after one round of... anything! His sensitivities and shot nerves ironically made it easy to take on more stamina draining actions... but Pascal was tired... He was dad... he didn't wanna burden him with making him exhausted. He had to settle with one round... It's nothing like the porn he's saw in the corner of his eye now and then, but what a way to lose his virginity! Right?

Oh shit, Pascal looked upset now. And Nervous started to feel more conscious of himself again...