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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

He's not new, not exactly. Caleb's been here maybe a month or two longer than him, but he's the latest new kid to come to the city, so he's still The New Kid. His emotions are always a swirl of hope/boredom/excitement, tinged slightly with a bitter edge, like he's constantly got a bad taste in his mouth, or something. There's more to it, but Caleb can't pinpoint it. He's furtive, distrustful, but it's not an active thing. It's always under the surface, this dark plum purple that's not fear but not suspicion, either.

Wariness, he thinks.

His name is Michael Guerin, and Caleb hates the days he's not in class. His feelings are always so easy to latch onto, because he never has to try. He doesn't stress out. Class is easy for him, but he's going to fail out if he doesn't start participating, which is why Dufresne had suggested him when she'd told Caleb he should look into tutoring.

It's not like Caleb is dumb. He's usually a pretty good student. But he's under eighteen, so he still lives at the Children's Home. He's surrounded by pubescent kids, some of whom don't know how to control their urges, some of whom never fucking sleep, which means Caleb gets, maybe, two hours a night. He goes to school exhausted, has no focus, and has stopped being able to balance the most basic emotions. So his grades are slipping. If they keep slipping, he's going to be kicked off the team, which he really, really doesn't want, so he finds himself outside the auto shop some of the music kids said Michael works at part time, staring at the door like it might swallow him.

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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb pulls him in deeper, emboldened by the encouragement. He keeps it slow, until Michael's pleasure becomes too much for him to ignore. He moans softly, reaching down with one hand to rub his own dick through his boxers. Carefully, he starts moving his hand in time with his mouth, using his spit to slick the way.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael tries to steady his breaths, but it's not an easy task, not the way that Caleb is working him over like that. He breathes out slowly, and then lets himself enjoy it, even as he reaches down to tangle his fingers into Caleb's hair, his dick too far.

Fuck, this is definitely so good, and he moans his name, to give him that encouragement.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb moans around him in response, body shuddering at the rush of pleasure they're both feeling. He pulls his mouth back and off, lips pink and shining, face flushed.

"D'you wanna come like this?" he asks, voice slightly wrecked.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael swallows back the need and tries to put thoughts in his head instead of just babbling and pleading. What does he want? The instinct is to rush and say that yes, he wants that, but then he calms down.

He shakes his head. "I wanna come with you inside me," he gets out, roughly.