Star-Struck Lovers

The two held each other close, but alas they could not keep up this damned charade any longer; Nort's beloved Laver, could he be leaving?

The thought was too dim a worry, but Nort didn't want to go to bed worried. Would his greatest fear be unvieled?

Alas, the two meet an impasse, for Laver's inexperience and proneness to get into relationships with others so quickly caught this young man by surprise and shock; his body had near demanded his expansion of partners, but Nort knows this is merely a path to an unfinished handjob.

"But, Laver.." Nort's plea went unreacted. "I'm...I'm sorry." Laver dipped his head, tears flowing, 'I..just...wanted more.." Laver slumped in his chair, tears now cascading. "Laver...it doesn't have to be this way, I still love you, no matter what you did."
Laver solemnly looked up from his despair. "B-but, after all the butt stuff." Tears broke from his eyes once more, wetting his sleaves.

"None...None of that matters now, Laver," Nort attempted to hold laver up and close to him, "I love you, let's not ruin this over some half-assed foreplay with Resierland."

"Really?" Laver exclaimed, his mood finally improving from its long, depressing spiral.

"Sure." Nort sternly said, "As long as you're into cucking, too."