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"I love you," Shane whispered, hot in Angelâ€™s ear. He moved above Angel, inside him. Shaneâ€™s dark hair swayed in the dim light of their bedroom. Heâ€™d worn his shark tooth necklace, the one Angel found so damn hot, and the tip of it scraped little designs on Angelâ€™s chest as they fucked. The soft scratch felt like it was carving Shaneâ€™s name.
Angel draped his calves over Shaneâ€™s hips. He kissed Shaneâ€™s chest, across the patch of dark hair in the middle to his nipple. He licked it, tasting Shaneâ€™s aftershave and his sweat. Angel said, "Love you, too, man."
He wished they were saying it for real. He always wished it, every time Shane got so lost and horny he started proclaiming crazy shit like how he wanted to be with Angel forever. Those words were like a tattoo on Angelâ€™s heart. Sometimes they felt sharp, like needles stabbing, but Angel was glad Shane said them. For better or worse, he believed Shane every time.
Shane bucked into him, climbing the steep cliff to orgasm, saying all the crap that Angel wanted to hear. "Always, baby. Always wanna be with you like this..."
"Yeah." Angel pressed his eyes tight, let the words crash into him like a wave, knock him down and drag him to shore.
"God..." Shane was a few steps ahead. The sound of their bodies clapping together filled the room.
Angel didnâ€™t want to come yet. "Fuck, yeah. Câ€™mon." He arched his back, because he knew it let Shane go deeper. He grabbed Shaneâ€™s ass and pulled him in so close it was like he was trying to drag him inside.
"Fuck. Love you, Angel. God." Shane shuddered, his ass clenching as he unloaded. His whole body was tense and perfect. He was taller than Angel, and that was perfect, too, because Angel was covered in him.
"Man..." Angel rubbed Shaneâ€™s arms and shoulders, cradling him as he came down.
Shane was the sexiest thing heâ€™d ever seen. He was the best looking guy at Pacific Rim University. Hell, in all of Southern California, as far as Angel was concerned. Tall, dark and handsome didnâ€™t even begin to cover it. Shane Roberts was like a sex god, and smart as hell, too.
But heâ€™d be finishing his Masterâ€™s degree at the end of the year, and Angel was still a sophomore.
"Mmmmmm..." Shane pulled out, grabbing a few tissues off the counter as he went. Theyâ€™d stopped using condoms after getting tested halfway through the summer. Shane wiped them both off, tossed the papers in the trash then cuddled next to Angel, hand on Angelâ€™s stiff dick.
"Now I get to make you come." Shane sounded sleepy and happy, warm against his side. Shane kissed his neck, working his way down. Crap, once he got his lips on Angelâ€™s dick, it would be all over.
"Boehner wants me to declare my major," Angel said while he could still think.
Shane stopped kissing Angelâ€™s pec. "No offence, but bringing up my thesis advisor isnâ€™t really my idea of dirty talk."
Angel had to laugh at that. The bouncing of it pushed his dick through Shaneâ€™s hand. It felt weird to be turned on, but also tied up in knots inside. He would have expected his dick to go down, but it didnâ€™t.
"So, uh...what do you think? He wants me to commit to TAâ€™ing Intro to Film next year, too." He let the words hang out there, praying Shane would take the hint.
He wanted Shane to say, "You canâ€™t do that. You have to come live with me next year."
Angel knew it was a fantasy, but he couldnâ€™t help hoping.
"You should do it." Shane went back to kissing Angelâ€™s chest. He pressed his lips between his ribs, hand sure and strong, gripping hard. "He can be an ass, but Boehnerâ€™s mad connected."
"Yeah," Angel said. "I guess." He wanted to ask Shane what his plans were for next year, whether he would stay in southern California, close to the school, or...
It hurt to think about the alternative.
Hey." Shane looked up at him from the vicinity of Angelâ€™s hips. The only light in the room was a shaft of brightness from the parking lot outside Shaneâ€™s apartment complex. That ray caught Shaneâ€™s eyes so they sparkled. "Donâ€™t worry about it, okay?"