I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

He nodded. "Yeah. My parents don't even know I'm gay. That should about cover it." He glanced around the room, stretching out on the bed.

"Must be hard to be celibate in a town like this though, huh? Bet you have to fend guys off with a baseball bat."

"I'm not-" he began, and then stopped and changed his mind, "...I don't really socialize much, so...it's pretty easy, actually."

He smiled slightly and shrugged.

"You're the first person I've really talked to in a long time outside of class assignments."

A slight blush crept under Cash's freckles.

"Oh. And here I was thinking I'm nothing special. I feel flattered to be here, then."

Angel was surprised to see Cash blush but it was very endearing.

"It's, uh, it's not a big deal, I'm just kind of an introvert," he said, waving his hand. "You...probably don't know what that's like, but."

"No, no I don't," he admitted. "But I know what it's like to not really connect with most people. Hookups don't usually turn into friendships or even conversations, yaknow?"

He stared at his knees, smiling a goofy smile. "That's part of why it was so cool when you started messaging me."

There was something very sweet about this, Angel thought, and it kind of warmed his heart. He smiled softly.

"Yeah, most of my friendships are pretty much only online but it's nice to have some human contact once in a while, especially with someone who has the same hobbies, you know?"

"Exactly!" he agreed, nodding eagerly.  "I mean, it might be kind of weird, and I know it sounded fucking stupid in my head on the way to meet you, but--tell me everything.  I wanna know all about you!"  He leaned forward, and it was at once obvious how large he was in the context of the cramped dorm room.

"Uhm, I don't really know where to start, I'm not...really that interesting," Angel insisted, shifting in his chair. He had finished loosely braiding his hair and was looking for a hairtie to keep it in place near his desk. "Let's see...I'm twenty-five, I'm a Gemini, I guess, if you're into that sort of thing, my favorite color is black, my favorite band is Ghost...." He trailed off as he tied the bottom of his braid. "I dunno, that's all I can think of."

He fluttered his lashes at him, toying with his curls. "I'm twenty-five too. And a Leo. Those are compatible signs. If you're into that sort of thing." He laughed. "You'd think most men wouldn't, but you'd absolutely be surprised."

"What, really?" he asked, laughing slightly. "Are men really into that sort of thing? I always assumed it was, like, ditzy girls, or whatever."

He nodded. "Yeah! I mean, I guess they're men who're into sucking cock, but definitely men. One dude I hooked up with a few times was mega into it--we found each other because his horoscope told him to get lucky that day. I guess he did, but I think I didn't come away from that too shabby either." He nudged Angel in the ribs, hoping he got his innuendo.

Angel smiled a bit awkwardly. He liked Cash and all, but god he talked about sex like all the time, and it only served to remind Angel of how inexperienced he was. It wasn't his fault, it was just...the kind of person he was. The kind of person Angel wasn't.

"Different strokes for different folks, or whatever," Angel said, shrugging slightly. "Guess some people are just super into that sort of garbage."

"Well, what are you into?" he pressed. "I noticed you seem to be single--you haven't really brought anyone up."

"Ah, yeah...I had a girlfriend but she was...kinda nutzo," He admitted with a laugh. "So no one right now."

"But if you don't date, what do you even do for fun around here?" he pressed, scooting closer on the bed. Their thighs brushes each other ever so slightly. "Isn't that supposed to be big in college? Drinking and partying and fucking? I thought that's what I was missing out on!"

"W-well, maybe if you're an outgoing guy like you, but for me it's mostly just test after test after test," he said, glancing at his desk. "Which reminds me, I have homework due Monday that's...not as far as it should be."

Angel tried to pretend Cash wasn't as close to him as he was.

"Sorry, I don't mean to overstay my welcome. If you want I can visit your next door neighbor." He winked flirtatiously.

"Augh!" He protested, elbowing him, laughing. "You're the worst."

He laughed again. "But, for real, it's fine," He says, waving his hand. "I'll worry about it lately."

"Ok, if you're sure. But if you ever need tips, now you have a very knowledgable friend." He shrugged his arms sheepishly. "I don't know about 'the worst,' but I did lose my v-card right out of high school. I got a fake ID and snuck into a gay bar."

"What? No way, really? Was it...like...worth it?" He asked, unable to hide his curiosities about it.

He nodded, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Yeah. I ran into this older guy--totally hot, but not like old hot, yaknow? Just regular hot. We started talking, but I don't really remember most of it, I just remember we went to the bathroom, and he held my arms down behind me and--" He paused, shooting Angel a guilty look.

"I'm sorry, man, I forgot you aren't super into this kind of story! My bad."

Angel felt his cheeks burn. He was not high enough for this. He had asked, so it as his fault, but still.

"No, I mean, I, uh, I asked so it's my bad," He said, and he distracted himself by looking through his nightstand drawer. He pulled his pack of cigarettes out and offered one to Cash. "You smoke?"

Cash shook his head, staring at the pack with wide eyes.

"Nah, my Dad would've killed me. Orthodontist. Why, are they good?"

"Uh, no, not really, it's more of a habit at this point..." He admitted, taking one out and lighting it. He stood up and opened the window so he could ventilate his room before he sat back down. "A bad one, but still."

He carefully watched Angel take a drag.

"I mean, I always thought it looked cool.  Just never picked up the habit.  I mean...can I try?"  He held his hand out cautiously, his ears reddening.