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Cash bit his lips, pressing his hips against Angel's.

"Angel...please, touch me...there." He nodded toward his raging erection.

Angel swallowed and, and the slightly delirious post-orgasm state he was in, did it without a second thought. He ran his fingers over Cash's dick, emboldened, perhaps, but the state he was in, and was a bit rough.

Surprised by his roughness, Cash came promptly on the bedsheets, a shiver running through his massive body. He panted, his shoulders heaving and his body slick with sweat. He took inventory of his body: he was exhausted , but still tingly all over. He couldn't believe he had just done that.

"...Fuck," he whispered, grinning from ear to ear. "That was great."

Angel undid Cash's restraints afterwards, making sure he wasn't hurt or anything.

"It was...something..." Angel said sheepishly, quietly, pulling his clothes over himself, a wave of shame hitting him all at once.

He had just lost his virginity.

It was a lot to take in.

He sat in his boxers and shirt, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything.

Cash sat next to him, fully naked. He rubbed his wrists, still smiling. Drops of jizz on his stomach he had yet to notice reflected the light.

"So. I know I'm new to this, but I didn't disappoint, right? You'd consider doing it again, maybe?"

"I...maybe," he said, looking anywhere but at Cash's naked body. "I'll have to think about it, okay...?"

He knew, though, that he would almost certainly be back. He was a horny teenage boy; he couldn't help it. He had found someone who wasn't afraid of him which was already a huge thing, so...

He grabbed Angel's pants and fished for his phone. He held it above Angel's head, rapidly typing away.

"There's my number. Just texted myself." He smiled. "You got a snapchat, too?"

"N...no, I don't," he said honestly. He didn't even have a facebook because he didn't think he had a use for one. "Uhm, I...I'm kind of...are we? Friends? Or...?"

"What do you normally call someone you do this with?" he teased, leaning over him. "Would you say I'm your sub, or maybe your slave? You can call me whatever you want as long as we can do that again."

He grabbed his own phone from the dresser and snapped a pic of Angel's face.

"Wh...what are you doing?" he asked, too slow to hide his face. "I...I don't...I don't usually, I mean..."

God this was all so much to be dealing with all at once. And it didn't help that Cash was so close to him, either...

"I...I'll think about, uh, what to call you."

He showed Angel his new profile on his phone, complete with unflattering post-coitus picture.

"If you want a new picture, you'll have to let me take a better one next time. And download snapchat. I think you might like it."

-x-

Cash placed his hand on the the table, albeit more loudly than he had intended. Luckily, the lunch room was crowded enough that not many people noticed.

"Hey, Angel. Can we go talk somewhere?"

The greasy kid next to Angel looked up at him in awe, then at Angel, then back again.

"Shit, Angel, it was nice knowing you," the kid said, scrolling through porn on his phone. "I'll take good care of the Lars Ragnar records."

"Don't you dare touch my Lars records," He snapped, glaring at that stupid kid before he grabbed his bag and followed after Cash. He nervously eyed the students around them but if anyone noticed the odd pair, they didn't day anything.

He was mortified. More than mortified. He had changed his mind, and now he was going to beat the hell out of him. Or worse.

He pulled Angel into an empty classroom and shut the door.

"Hey, man--you stopped texting. Did you forget about me, or...change your mind?"

"O...oh," He said, blinking in confusion. This was certainly not what he was expecting. "I, uh...I was just... really busy with school and..."

He looked to Cash, leaning against a nearby desk. "...did you really want to do I again?"

He smiled at him. "Of course. Don't you? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. And I know you went easy on me."

He took a step closer. "I promise you, I can handle anything you want to throw at me."

"I, yeah, I..." He looked away briefly, still largely intimidated by Cash despite his complete submission to him. It just all felt too good to be real, in a lot of ways.

Angel glanced at the door.

"Sorry, you're right, I just...I'm not sure you can handle it," Angel said, swallowing nervously as he half expected Cash to lash out at him.

He moved even closer. His hand lightly stroked Angel's thigh. He leaned over him, taking advantage of his size.

"Was it that bad?" he teased, still smiling.

"No, it....it wasn't," He admitted somewhat sheepishly. Cash being so close made his face flush red as he backed against the desk. "But...I'm just...I'm not sure you're really...dedicated. You know?"

He couldn't stop the smirk on his lips despite how nervous he was about this entire ordeal.

"And how would I show that?" he asked, boldly teasing his fingertips closer to his crotch.

"I don't know; how would you do that?" He asked, heart pounding so hard in his chest it hurt. They absolutely should not be doing this, but...Angel had done worse on school property.

"Absolutely any way you wanted me to," he replied seriously, holding Angel's jaw so he had to look at him.

"Of course, I have a few ideas."

"So do I," Angel said. He could hardly believe the words leaving his mouth. Looking into Cash's eyes he realized how gorgeous they were. And his freckles were even more apparent this close. He was really beautiful... it was some kind of miracle Cash had taken an interest in him of all people.

"Your house or mine tonight?" he asked, pulling away from him.

"Wh...what?" He asked, snapping out of it. "Uh, mine, I guess. Sure."