This morning was unusual. It was the morning of the big night. He was meeting with Bob.
He got ready for school fairly quick, not bothering to check his reflection in the mirror. The day went by as usual, but a bit longer. He had a ball of excitement in his stomach. He was ready to release it. ( yknow what i mean 😏)
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
..
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Anthony came running down the stairs. Bob was here. He took one final look in the mirror beside his door, took a breath, and opened the door.
"Hi" Bob said first.
"Hi...."
"Can I come in?"
He blinked for a second, then remembered he needed to focus on the task at hand.
"Oh yeah of course! Come in. Make yourself comfy! I'll be upstairs for a second, to uh... get ready."
He sprinted up the stairs, skipping a few steps.
ITS TIME. ITS TIME.
He brushed his teeth once more, before heading down stairs.
woah....
Bob stood there innocently in laced lingerie, barely laying on his skin.
He gulped. "Wow you look. You look wow."
Bob giggled "Come here and get a closer look"
THEY HAD SEX OK?? OK.
They both laid there heaving for breathe.
DING! , his phone went off. He rolled over too look at it.
my boy<3
"hi 🙁"
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The Tragic Love Story
FantasyThe typical hate relationship most people go through at first, but spicy. This will be smut between a squishmello and a human please don't read this if you aren't swag
