If Cater had stopped to think, he'd likely realize that there was no way he wasn't Rayne's first kiss. After all, nobody else seemed to try and get too close to him, and he in turn didn't let anyone get close. Cater didn't know anything about his past, but he had learned enough to make that much of a deduction. Just like Rayne, however, he isn't thinking. He's following Rayne's lead, taking the hints he's given and capitalizing on them.

Hot tongue touches his own and Cater's glad to deepen their kiss, pressing in harder and exploring the other boy's mouth. He wants to kiss Rayne until he can't breathe anymore. Wants to drink in every little sound that this body against his makes. He wants to touch and grab, but he clenches his fingers more tightly around the fabric of Rayne's tie to stop himself. This was already a much bigger kiss than he could have anticipated--how much farther would they go? Surely, Rayne would break the kiss--but then his hand is on him and Cater wants to melt.

He falls back against the hard wood of the door, taking Rayne with him as he corners himself. It was just the two of them, and Cater was all his.