Eric rolled Shawn over so that Shawn was lying on his back. Excitement and nervousness rose up in Shawn as Eric's body slid down to the foot of bed. As he moved, Eric began kissing Shawn's stomach. It tickled and Shawn held back a laugh. Eric kissed down to Shawn's waistband, but before moving further he tugged softly at the boxers, slowly pulling them down.

Shawn's head was pounding as his already throbbing erection swelled even more. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to prevent himself from ejaculating too quickly. Eric had even touched it yet!

While continuing to concentrate, Shawn felt Eric's warm lips kissing him all over, teasing him mercilessly. A slight panic arose in Shawn as he did his best to suppress a moan. His bedroom door wasn't locked, and while he knew Jack normally slept in on Wednesdays, he was afraid his brother might hear him. He put one hand over his mouth, while the other fiercely began pawing at Eric's head.

After a little more teasing at Shawn's thighs, stomach and hips, Shawn could feel Eric's breath on him. Shawn's body completely tensed up, and began biting into his palm to stop from making an auditable sound. However, his breathing was becoming so intense it was deafening in his ears. Softly Eric wrapped his lips round the head of Shawn. Shawn grabbed a handful of Eric's hair, as Eric began bobbing his head.

Shawn couldn't bite down on his hand any harder. He was afraid he'd break the skin. Removing his hand from his mouth, he grabbed at a pillow, and bit down on the corner. His breathing became more labored, and he was starting to let out a soft grunt. This seemed to encourage Eric, and finally he began. Shawn's knees bent upward and he began to thrust himself into Eric's mouth.

Shawn had gotten blow-jobs from girls before, and while they were pleasant could never get off on them. Even if he thought of Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, or even Eric, blow jobs just never did it for him. Of course, he was also too terrified to try penetrative any time a girl brought it up his semi hard on would completely deflate.

Hand jobs were Shawn's go-to move with girls. He felt pride in his ability to get a girl off. He actually found it a turn-on especially with Angela, because she would instruct him on exactly what she wanted, almost in a dominating way.

In fact, Shawn was doing everything in his power to make himself last as long as possible, which was becoming more impossible. He softly moaned, biting deeply into his pillow. He feared he would crack his teeth.

Shawn knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He wanted to warn Eric but he was afraid if he opened his mouth he would scream. Shawn began tugging tighter on Eric's hair, trying to get him to move his head, Eric only increased his suction.

Slowly, then all at once, Shawn's body completely locked up. Every body part tensed, and he began to orgasm the biggest orgasm of his life. He lost full control of himself, moaning deeply into his pillow and thrusting feverishly. Eric's hands roamed across Shawn's shuddering body. He placed them on Shawn's throat and slightly squeezed Shawn's eyes rolled back and choked out the word "fuck".

Shawn stopped, but his body was still shaking, even his ears twitched. As his body began to relax, he broke out into a sweat and could feel tears running down his face. Shawn was the happiest he had been in a long time, and his emotions were getting the best of him. Eric lifted himself up and laid beside Shawn. Shawn moved so that his head rested on Eric's chest. He was still trying to catch his breath and prevent himself from sobbing. Eric's arms wrapped around Shawn tightly. Before Shawn knew it he had fallen back asleep in Eric's arms.

Shawn woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. When he rose up to turn it off, he found that Eric wasn't in bed with him anymore. Shawn felt a tinge of sadness, but knew that Eric probably went to his room. Shaking off the sadness, Shawn decided to focus on the positives. He and Eric were a couple now, and they were going on a date, and Shawn had just received the first of many amazing blow-jobs. He couldn't wait to tell Angela everything that had happened, but as Shawn's train got closer to his last stop he began to second guess that idea. Yeah, tell my ex-girlfriend, who was technically and outwardly still his girlfriend, that he just had the best orgasm of his life with a guy and not her. Angela deserved better, so maybe he'd mention the date, but leave out the oral. Also, maybe they could discuss properly and publicly ending things too.

"We don't have to do that." Angela protested. Shawn looked at her confused. They were at her locker after third period and preparing to go to lunch.

"Angela, why would you want to keep pretending to date?" Shawn asked. Angela huffed as she traded her morning books for her afternoon ones and handed them to Shawn.

"Honestly, it works out better for me," she said. "If we "break up," everyone is going to want to know what happened, and guys will start hitting on me again. Plus both Topanga and Cory are going to freak." Shawn admitted to himself she had a point. Cory would be relentless, and he was already spiraling as is.

"You're right." Shawn agreed.

"Plus, I'm happy to be your beard while you and Eric figure this stuff out." Angela mused.

"My what?" Shawn asked, confused. Angela smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Oh honey, you have so much to learn."