The echo of the slamming door resonates as the teacher leaves the two boys alone in the stark, fluorescent-lit room. The emo twink, his skin pale and smooth, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement, watches as the hairy, broad-shouldered guy approaches him. The air is filled with the scent of old books and the faint, underlying musk of male sweat. The twink's heart races as the guy leans in, his breath hot on the twink's neck, whispering, "It's just you and me now," before their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss, their bodies pressing together, clothes quickly discarded in their haste to feel each other's bare skin.