Right now, neither of them had titles or expectations. They were just two students, two dumb kids, fully succumbing to what their bodies were asking of them. Cater moans softly as Rayne's knee adjusts between his legs, as fingertips slide underneath his top and find his skin. He wanted him, wanted this boy so damn badly, he couldn't control himself anymore.

Cater finally lets go of Rayne's tie so he can instead grab the other boy by the waist, pushing himself up against his leg. He wanted to pull that tucked-in shirt out of Rayne's pants, wanted to touch him more and more.