"Cory, come on take it easy." Shawn could barely believe what he was saying. Cory was on top of him, kissing his neck, hands everywhere, getting rough.
"Mm, sorry Shawnie." He said, breathlessly, extricating himself from the tangle of their bodies with some effort. Shawn wanted to tell him that it was okay. It was okay. This was nice. Not like anything he had ever experienced with a girl, and so much like the things he had fantasized about on his own, in private.
But this was not what was supposed to happen. First of all, he was never supposed to be happy. Cory Matthews had been too good for him since the day they had met. As friends they were not evenly matched. As much as Cory wanted to slack off, battled verbally with Feeny, whatever, he just wasn't a bad kid. That was Shawn. Shawn was the screw up.
"What's the matter?" Cory asked, sounding both concerned and needy at the same time.
"Nothing." Shawn almost had to force himself to speak. Kissing for what felt like hours had made his lips numb and awkward. "Just thinking."
"Could you stop now?"
"Sure."