This story is a sequel and takes place a month after Bully

This story contains very rough and painful but consensual gay anal sex between a cub and a teen(12/13), brief mentions of non sexual child abuse, semi public sex, crying, mild musk and sweat, homophobic slurs, bullying, first time sex, a mention of rough oral/asphyxiation, and sadism/masochism themes. If you cannot handle or don't wish to see these topics, please leave now or use your blacklist. It is nobodies responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle. 

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Travis sat quietly in class, eyes glued to the clock as he waited for the bell to ring to head to math class. The 13 year old possum was anxiously waiting to see his secret boyfriend, a 12 year old squirrel named Dexter. He shook his leg rapidly, heart racing as he thought about what the young squirrel texted him last night. “Locker room after school tomorrow. Door behind the gym will be unlocked. Be ready, or don't.”
Thoughts of what the younger squirrel might have planned for him this time raced through his mind, the skinny young possum not even registering when the bell finally rang as he got lost in his own mind. “Just play it cool, act normal, don't think too much about it.” he thought to himself as he put his things in his tattered backpack before standing and heading to his next class.
Travis grunted uncomfortably as he stood, wincing and gently rubbing his bruised stomach as he slung his bag over his shoulder. He blushed and smiled softly to himself as he made his way out the door and into the hallway. His relationship was strange. He didn't know why he liked the pain, but after his first meeting with Dexter, he couldn't get enough of it. It excited him, gave him a rush like nothing else. It took some very nervous and awkward convincing after the first time to get Dexter to play along again, but once the young squirrel saw how much Travis seemed to truly enjoy it, he gave into the older boy's request.
Travis' heart raced as he saw a familiar pair of tufted ears perk up over the crowd on his way to his next class, blushing again as Dexter's face peeked out from behind another student's head enough to briefly make eye contact. The sly smile the young squirrel shot the older boy made his knees weak, the possum still not fully understanding why he'd fallen so hard for the boy in the way that he had. He didn't need to do anything special, just that simple look was enough to turn his knees into jelly and make him tent his ripped up skinny jeans.
The possum rounded the corner into his math class, taking his seat at the desk behind Dexter's. The young teen was all nerves today. He couldn't sit still, he couldn't get that text out of his head. He couldn't ignore the dull ache of his bruised ribs or the scratchiness of his sore throat making his face flush as they reminded him of his rough treatment the other day. 
Dexter sat and scribbled notes in his notebook as the teacher went over the equation on the whiteboard, the young rodent already bored out of his mind as he listened to the older man explain the formula used to solve it. He felt a brief sting on the back of his head from a single hair being plucked out, his nose wrinkling in brief frustration before he smirked. “Good boy, Travis. Just like normal.” he thought to himself as the older boy slowly continued to pick on him during class. 
This was his part of the deal. Travis wanted to be beaten and used, and Dexter agreed on the condition things at school stayed mostly the same as normal. Travis had to keep picking on him during class like always, helping Dexter feel less bad about the pain he inflicted on the older boy. Their relationship was strange, certainly, but they both quickly grew to enjoy their dynamic. Travis would mess with him during class just like before, building Dexter's frustrations and giving the young rodent a reason to take it out on him later.
Dexter winced as he felt another single hair plucked from his head. “Oh yeah, it's on for today.” he thought as he rubbed the back of his head where that brief sting quickly faded into a slight itch. He knew Travis was nervous. He could tell from the brief look they shared in the hallway, the way the boy's face burned when he smirked at him. He loved the feeling of power he had over the older boy, the feeling of control. It was something he was still getting used to, but it was something he enjoyed. He still felt bad about hurting Travis the way he did, but he knew the older possum couldn't get enough of it.
They'd talked about their feelings towards each other, neither quite understanding why they felt the way they did. Travis knew he'd had a crush on Dexter for years, finally able to tell him about it a month ago with everything kicking off from there. Dexter felt weird about it. He never liked hurting people, but something about the way Travis looked at him after being hit and used made something deep inside of him stir.  
“Travis, leave Dexter alone and pay attention. You could at least open your notebook and pretend you're following along.” Travis jolted in surprise as the teacher called him out, his face flushing red in embarrassment as he looked up towards the front of the room with wide eyes. 
“S-sorry.” the young possum squeaked out nervously as he flipped open his notebook and tried to hide his face in shame. Dexter couldn't hold back a quiet snicker at the mild scolding, earning a quick poke with a pencil to his back. Travis saw brief movement out of the corner of his eye, noticing a small folded scrap of paper sitting on the corner of his desk, quickly picking up and unfolding it. He felt a warmth fluttering through his chest and stomach as he saw just a simple heart scribbled on the paper, unable to stop himself from shyly smiling as he folded it back up and put it in his pocket.
Travis looked up to the clock just as the bell rang, quickly closing his notebook and tossing it in his backpack before he slowly stood up and made his way out of class just behind Dexter, quietly following him through the halls as he made his way to the bathroom. His heart pounded in his chest, his face flushing as he thought about what he was about to do, certain it would catch Dexter off guard. He'd never been this daring before, but with his anxious thoughts all day about what was coming after school, he felt the need to give some sort of emotional payback to the young rodent who'd dominated his mind all morning. 
The young possum looked around slyly just before Dexter made it to the bathroom door, quickly tapping on his shoulder to grab his attention. He quickly leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek after making sure nobody else was looking their way before he ran off. Dexter jolted, briefly squeaking in surprise, his face burning at the unexpected peck as he watched Travis run down the hall, his own heart fluttering. The young squirrel couldn't hold back a grunt of irritation as he heard Travis' familiar voice yelling “FAGGOT!” just before he disappeared into the crowd of kids in the hall. Dexter smiled to himself as his annoyance faded, quickly rubbing his cheek heading into the bathroom before going to his next class.
Travis scribbled in his notebook, unable to pay attention during English as the teacher droned on and on about a book the class was supposed to read this year. He didn't read it, he never read any of the required reading list. It hurt his grades most of the time, but Dexter had started helping him with his homework ever since they'd reconnected. While their time together at school remained much the same, they'd begun hanging out after school again as well whenever Travis could get away from his father. He valued their time together more than anything, always thankful for every bit of homework help Dexter offered, or for whatever distraction from his awful home life he could provide him.
The young possum snapped back to reality when he felt a small paper ball bounce off his face and onto his desk, making him briefly jolt in surprise as he looked around, meeting Dexter's eyes as the squirrel motioned for him to unroll it. Travis looked confused for a moment before he picked up the wad of paper and opened it up. He anxiously looked up to meet Dexter's eyes again after he read “u ok?” on the paper, giving him a nervous, awkward, unconvincing smile and a quick thumbs up before he put the note in his pocket and went back to doodling in his notebook.
Dexter was having second thoughts about his plan for after school. He could tell Travis was running out of steam thinking about what might happen later, clearly nervous about whatever it was. He knew Travis liked the suspense, he knew he'd enjoyed everything they'd done up to this point, but now he wasn't so sure if either of them was really as ready to take the next step as he thought they were. 
The young rodent knew Travis trusted him, and he'd explicitly told him he could do whatever he wanted, but he didn't want to betray that trust and push things too far. He sat through the rest of class quietly, lost in his own mind, working through guilty thoughts now racing through his head. He knew there was a risk of his plan being too much too early in their relationship, but he decided to go through with it anyway, hoping for the best as he anxiously shook his leg and waited for the lunch bell.
“If it's ever too much for you, tell me and we'll stop.” these words echoed through Travis' mind as he sat alone in the stall of the boy's bathroom thinking about what might happen today. It was true, he was nervous about what Dexter might do, but he was getting more and more excited as he thought about the possibilities. Dexter told him when they first got together that it was his decision when things stop, all he had to do was speak up. A small part of him was tempted to tell Dexter to hold off, wait until later, but the rest of him told him to keep quiet and let it happen just to see what it was. He felt himself uncomfortably tenting his pants again as he took a deep breath to compose himself before leaving the stall.
Dexter sat alone at an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria, quietly eating a tough, thin square of stale pizza dipped in cheap watery ranch dressing in an attempt to make it somewhat edible. He struggled to chew through the tough, near jerky-like crust as Travis sat down across from him and quietly watched him eat. “Hey! Want some?” he asked, holding out the other end of his slice to the young possum.
Travis blushed lightly at the offer, shaking his head. “N-no thanks. I ate on the way here.” he lied, smiling nervously as Dexter went to take another bite. In truth, Travis was too anxious to eat since he heard his phone go off last night. He'd thought about breakfast, but his box of granola bars in the cupboard was empty so he'd gone without, and now he was worried if he ate anything his nerves would make it come right back up. Dexter frowned slightly when he heard Travis' stomach growl, betraying his words, but he didn't want to push or pry.
This was Dexter's favorite part of school now, finally having someone to keep him company at lunch. He'd mostly gotten used to spending his lunch and break times alone since the pair had fallen out years prior, but now things were starting to feel like the old days again outside of their new and weird relationship. Travis wouldn't say it, couldn't bring him self to bring it up, but he had similar feelings just enjoying Dexter's presence again after all this time. 
Dexter struggled to choke down the last bite of his pizza, quickly chasing it down with the rest of his little carton of chocolate milk before he motioned to Travis to stand and walk with him as he got up and headed towards the garbage can to throw his cardboard tray away. He waited for Travis to say something, anything at all as they walked towards a small bench in the shade outside, expecting the older boy to tell him to call off his plan for the day, but he stayed quiet, cementing the young rodent's decision to follow through. They sat together quietly, enjoying the shade and the brief cool breeze that blew through the yard until the bell rang.
The boys stood, ready to make their way to their classes on opposite sides of the campus before Dexter turned and shouted for Travis to wait. The young possum watched Dexter run towards him and look around shyly, the older boy confused until the young squirrel grabbed his face in his hands and pulled him forward for a kiss right on the lips, making his whole body stiffen in surprise before Dexter pulled away and walked off. “Faggot!” he yelled with a playful smile as he ran away, leaving Travis there, dazed and blushing from the unexpected payback.
5th period passed by quickly, both boys barely paying attention in class as the time ticked by, both of them anxious, but excitedly waiting for the school day to finally end. Travis pulled a cough drop out of his pocket and popped it in his mouth to help soothe his scratchy throat, the young possum feeling himself beginning to harden in his pants again as he remembered the way Dexter held himself down the older boy's throat in the empty bathroom at lunch two days prior. He blushed and rubbed the front of his neck as he remembered struggling for breath as Dexter held his head and refused to let him pull away, his heart rate skyrocketing just thinking about again it as he made his way to the locker room to get ready for PE. 
Travis was too distracted to notice Dexter in the middle of changing by the time he made his way through the locker room, not even thinking to stop and sneak a peek and whistle like he normally would. He opened his locker to grab his gym clothes, his heart skipping a beat when he saw a folded piece of paper sitting on top of them. He grabbed the sheet and unfolded it, his face burning hot as he read it. “Shower stall 1 20 minutes after last bell.” the young teen gulped nervously as he folded the paper and set it back in his locker, quickly changing into his gym clothes and making his way to class.
Dexter watched as Travis struggled to run his mile, the older possum slowing to a crawl to catch his breath as the hot sun beamed down onto the class. “Yeah, buddy. I know the feeling.” the young squirrel thought to himself with a quiet chuckle as he did his assigned stretches, not looking forward to his class' turn to run once Travis' class was done. 
Friday was their favorite day. It was when they could spend the most time together, the one night a week Travis' father stayed out late after work and wouldn't notice when the young teen came home late and have another “reason” to punish him, not that he ever needed a reason to begin with. The only problem with Friday came on the last Friday of the month, when they had to run a mile for PE. Everyone dreaded it, especially when the weather was getting hotter like it was recently. 
Dexter was already starting to sweat through his gym clothes, and his class hadn't even started running yet, only just lining up to start now that the last of Travis' class had finished. He took a deep breath to try to relax, dreading what was coming when the teacher finally blew his whistle, signaling to start. He quickly bolted forward, trying his best for the first minute of his run before slowing down and falling back around the middle of the class.
Travis desperately slurped at the lukewarm water weakly arcing from the fountain outside the gym, still struggling to catch his breath from his run after waiting in line for a drink behind everyone else. He quickly stuck his free hand under the stream, cupping a small amount of water in it before splattering it on his face to try to cool off more, his whole body on fire both from running and from the intense heat from the sun beating down on him. He looked around the yard, trying to find a shady spot to sit while he waited for class to end, catching a glimpse of Dexter running around the field, his shirt visibly soaked through with sweat as the young rodent struggled to keep going. 
The high pitched screech of a whistle stung Travis' ears, the young teen turning to see both classes being led back to the locker room to change for the end of class. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he stood from the small sliver of shade he'd found to sit in, limping his way to the locker room as the soreness from his run really began to set in in his legs. The young possum couldn't help but cough as he walked through the toxic clouds of aerosol body spray and the stench of pubescent boy sweat in the locker room, making his way to his locker. He didn't see Dexter as he walked through the room, somewhat saddened by the lack eyeful he'd normally get of the younger boy's body as he walked by.
Travis changed back into his normal clothes, closing his locker and stuffing his sweaty gym clothes into his backpack to bring home to wash over the weekend. The bell rang, barely audible through the din of the locker room as the groups of other boys cheered and joked with each other, talking about their weekend plans. The young possum made his way outside, tattered backpack slung over one shoulder as the other strap flapped around uselessly, the nylon strip normally attaching it to the bag having torn off well over a year ago. He looked around as he stepped outside, still no sign of Dexter as he made sure nobody else was around to watch him sneak around the corner behind the gym. 
The young teen sat on the steps in the fenced off area behind the gym, anxiously watching the minutes tick by on his shattered phone screen. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he'd expected to have at least some sign of Dexter before the bell rang. A part of him was nervous, scared the younger boy had maybe forgotten about him and their plan, but another part of him knew better. He knew Dexter wouldn't forget him and leave him like that, not after how close they'd gotten over the last month. He blushed as Dexter's smiling face flashed through his mind, excited to see him again as his heart began to race in anticipation of what was coming.
An alarm went off on Travis' phone, making him jolt in surprise as he eyed the screen again and saw it was time to go inside now. He stood on sore legs, his heart racing even more now as he looked around briefly to make sure nobody else was nearby as he reached for the handle to the back door of the gym. He took a deep breath before turning the handle and stepping inside, sneakily peeking his head inside to make sure it was empty before walking in and quietly closing the door behind him. It was eerily quiet as he slowly walked through the empty locker room and made his way towards the entrance to the shower room. A shiver ran down his spine, the young boy feeling strange about being in here after hours. It felt weird to be sneaking through the room when it was so quiet, like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to see.
He stood outside the entrance to the shower room, nervous as he took one last look around before stepping inside. The smell of sweat and shampoo lingered in the air and invaded his nose as he looked around the empty shower room, remembering the note Dexter left in his locker. “Shower stall 1. Shower stall 1. Shower stall 1.” he repeated in his head as he walked to the closest stall, the curtain still closed. He took a deep breath to collect himself before he pulled the curtain open, his heart dropping as he saw the stall empty, save for a pair of gym clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor. He was confused for a moment until he felt himself violently shoved from behind, briefly screaming out in surprise as he slipped and fell forward, just barely able to bring his hands up to stop his fall before his face met the tiles below. 
Travis felt like his heart was about to leap straight out of his chest as he felt a hand on the back of his head pushing his face into the damp clothes on the floor, the sharp sting of fresh squirrel sweat invading his nose as he struggled, unable to push himself up from his position as he felt his pants being roughly tugged down. His face burned hot as he felt himself bared to the room, part of his back half sticking out from the entrance of the shower stall as Dexter pulled his pants down just enough to have access to his ultimate goal. Travis gasped in shock as he felt a sharp sting of a hand swatting against his bare ass, sucking a pained breath through his gritted teeth as another heavy handed swat landed against the same spot, doubling the sting. 
The young possum laid there, wide eyed with his nose burning from the stink of Dexter's post-run gym uniform and his bare ass stinging from his surprise spanking, gasping again with his face burning hotter than ever as he heard Dexter laugh, and then felt a brief wet warmth against his exposed hole as the young squirrel spat on him. “I read online it's less painful if you don't clench.” Travis sat quietly, confused for a moment until he felt something hot and hard pressed against his virgin entrance, his body trembling in anxiety as he laid there unable to move with the hand on his head holding him to the floor with his ass in the air.
Dexter pushed forward, his foreskin covered tip struggling against the older possum's practically unlubed entrance, only just barely aided by the tiny amount of spit he'd provided. He heard Travis groaning uncomfortably as his hole began to spread open, the young teen unable to stop himself from instinctively clenching as his body attempted to fend off its unexpected invader. Dexter felt Travis' struggling hole slowly give way, the tightness of his virgin entrance forcing the young squirrel's foreskin to slowly roll back as his tip finally made some headway forcing itself inside of the boy. He couldn't help but moan out loudly as he felt the searing heat of his boyfriend's unprepared insides rapidly clenching around his freshly bared tip. 
Travis felt his eyes beginning to water as a searing, painful heat slowly forced itself deeper inside of him, despite his best efforts to push it back out. He was completely helpless as he laid there, gasping and grunting as Dexter's rock hard rod invaded his painfully tight virgin hole. His mind was filled with nothing but the stink of Dexter's sweaty clothes, and the intense heat in his bowels as his insides were forced to stretch more and more to accommodate their new visitor. 
“O-ow! Nnghhhh, h-hah, fffffuuuuuAAAGH!” Travis even couldn't form words, only able to grunt and hiss uncomfortably as his dry hole was forced open, relief only briefly coming when Dexter finally decided to pull back. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to take a second to relax while he could, only for that breath to be pushed straight back out of him in another pained groan as Dexter quickly shoved forward, his rock hard 5 inch rod quickly sheathing itself inside the older boy's still unprepared hole. He felt himself starting to sniffle from the pain in his ass, his ears twitching towards the noises coming from behind him as Dexter let out a loud and satisfied moan.
“Fuuuuck, I didn't-hnnngh-” Dexter gasped in intense pleasure as the borderline painful sensation of Travis' still mostly dry hole wringing his uncut rod nearly overwhelmed him. “I didn't think it'd be this f-fucking HOT inside of you, oh god.” he continued. He pulled back slowly, Travis' clenching hole forcing Dexter's foreskin to roll back over his sensitive pink head inside of him as he began to leak precum inside of the older boy. 
The next thrust came even faster and harder than Travis was ready for as he started to cry for real, his tears slowly dripping onto the already damp clothes under his face. Dexter grabbed his tail near its broken tip, yanking hard as he rapidly pulled back and pushed forward once again, his balls slapping against Travis' own sack as it lay just barely uncovered by the pants still held up by his thighs. The sound of Dexter's pleasured grunts and moans echoed through the shower room and caused Travis' ears to twitch, a warm fluttering sensation flowing through his chest as he took pride in how good he could make his boyfriend feel through the overwhelming pain he was experiencing. 
Slowly over time, the pain started to lessen. Dexter's precum gradually lubricated Travis' painfully tight insides, providing some relief for both of them as the intense friction from his harsh thrusts decreased, even as his pace increased. Travis tried his best to relax and stop clenching, but every slap of Dexter's sack against his own sent a little shock through his body that made him tense up involuntarily. He laid there, trembling and quietly sobbing as Dexter had his way with him, his own flaccid penis flopping around between his legs uselessly and leaking dribbles of precum into his underwear as Dexter yanked his tail harder and harder. 
A strange sense of pride welled up inside of Travis, a feeling of warmth and fulfillment he couldn't explain, a feeling that only came when Dexter used him. Neither one of them understood it, but so long as Travis didn't tell him to stop, Dexter was happy to do his part to make him feel good. He stopped trying to struggle when the young squirrel sped up, a satisfying ache building in his abused insides as they slowly formed themselves to the shape of Dexter's pulsing penis. 
“Mmmf, you might want to start squeezing on me harder if you want to be done and out of here before coach Dempsey gets back in to lock up after his detention assignment.” Travis' heart pounded hard in his chest as Dexter spoke, his ass involuntarily clenching and wringing Dexter's cock for all it was worth as the thought of getting caught set in. The idea of being seen in such a state excited him almost as much as it terrified him, imagining the kind of trouble they would get in, the kind of embarrassment he would feel being so exposed to someone else. He blushed hard at that last thought, packing the idea away for later as he focused on what Dexter told him and started to force himself to squeeze harder around the rock hard rod pounding away at his insides.
Dexter couldn't help but moan out loud as Travis clenched around his cock, the young squirrel starting to sweat from the effort of his thrusts as he felt a familiar pressure building in his pelvic muscles. “Fuck! Good boy, keep squeezing, just like that.” he growled out as he leaned forward over the older boy, forcing his face even harder and more uncomfortably into the soggy gym clothes on the floor, the pressure on his head causing the young possum to groan out in discomfort. 
Travis' knees ached from the pressure of holding his back half up off the hard tile floor for so long, his calves burning and starting to go numb from the way Dexter sat over his legs. His face lit up, burning hot as Dexter's words registered in his head, his stomach fluttering warmly at being called a good boy. He continued to grunt and groan as he felt Dexter pick up his pace even faster, the young rodent's hips a blur as he pounded away at Travis' twitching hole.
Dexter let out an aroused growl, his face twisting into a snarl as he focused on the rapidly building pressure in his pelvis. Travis' hot, rippling walls pulsed and clenched around Dexter's uncut cock, his insides slowly becoming slicker and slicker as his throbbing rod leaked more precum inside of him with every thrust. He yanked Travis tail hard, the teen hissing and groaning loudly from the pain as Dexter felt that familiar pressure reach the base of his cock. He bared his teeth and growled, unable to stop himself from drooling down onto Travis as a pleasurable heat shot up his pulsing penis and splattered against Travis' anal walls.
“AAAAAAGH, FUCK!” Dexter yelled loudly as he forced himself to keep fucking the older boy below him while his orgasm overwhelmed him. His throbbing pink tip burned from the sensation of friction around it as he came, the young boy just barely able to will himself into continuing through the intense, nearly painful sensation of his oversensitive ejaculation. “Aaaah, holy shit, oh my f-fucking god, hhhhaaah!” he moaned out as his thrusts started to slow. His penis started to become sore from overstimulation as his intense orgasm began to die down, the semen rushing from his sensitive, throbbing rod slowing to a dribble as it dripped its last drops inside of the young teen who was milking it for all it could give.
Travis felt a pleasurable warmth deep inside of him, his mind nearly blanking out when he realized Dexter was cumming inside of him. He sobbed lightly from his prolonged pain from being stuck in such an uncomfortable position for so long, even as a deep sense of pride and accomplishment fluttered through his chest. He was happy to have been able to make Dexter cum the way he did, the sound of the younger squirrel's orgasmic growls echoing in his mind and making his heart race and his cheeks burn as a small smile formed on his mouth. He took a moment to relax and breathe now that Dexter had stopped moving, letting out a shaky sigh of relief as he felt Dexter's hand pull away from his head. 
Dexter took a second to breathe and calm down as he let up off of Travis, remaining inside of him for a little while longer as his softening penis continued to gently throb on occasion as little aftershocks from his orgasm hit him. He blushed at the thought of having taken Travis' virginity from him by force, a sick thrill running through his brain as he relished the power the older boy had given him. It was a feeling that worried him a little, but he knew Travis was ok with what happened, knowing the boy would have told him to stop if it was too much. 
The young rodent slowly extracted himself from Travis' twitching hole, a slow trickle of thin, cloudy semen leaking out as it remained slightly gaped open, slowly twitching closed as Dexter gave one last quick slap on his bare ass before standing up and running to the stall on the opposite side of the room to grab his things. He quickly picked up his clothes from the pile on the floor, his legs nearly giving out below him as they wobbled both from leftover excitement and exertion as he dressed himself and leaned over to sling his backpack over his shoulder. He walked back over to Travis as he laid still in the same position, not having moved at all since he was first pushed down. “Hey, come on Travis, get up, we gotta go.” he said, his heart rate picking up as he noticed the time on his phone.
Travis groaned and struggled to move his arms, failing to push himself up as all his strength left him. “I-I can't get up.” he grunted out as he struggled again to try to push himself up. Dexter crouched down to pull Travis' pants up over his gaped, leaking hole, Travis blushing at the feeling of his wet underwear on both his ass and dick from the pool of Dexter's barely pubescent semen that slowly poured from him, and his own fountain of precum he'd leaked into his pants the whole time the younger boy had his way with him. He shimmied his way into the shower stall around Travis, setting his backpack down on the tile floor next to Travis' head. 
“Can you just lift your head for a second so I can grab my clothes? I'll help you up.” Dexter asked, Travis nodding as he moved his hands under his cheek to keep his head propped up off the dirty tiles. Dexter grabbed his clothes and shoved them into his backpack, zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder again before he leaned down lower to help pick Travis up off the floor. “I'm gonna need you to help me here, buddy.” he said, Travis nodding again as he groaned, struggling to help make Dexter's job easier as the younger boy slowly lifted his top half off the floor, Travis now sitting propped up on his knees as his legs still refused to move. Dexter thought for a moment about how to continue, kneeling down in front of Travis and putting a hand on his chin to turn him to look at him. “I need to you to wrap your arms around my neck and just hold on tight, ok?” he said, Travis nodding again.
Dexter felt Travis lock his arms together around the back of his neck, and he wrapped his own arms around Travis' torso, standing up slowly to make sure the possum could get his feet straight under him. He heard Travis hiss uncomfortably, and felt him trembling as he struggled to keep his footing. “Heh, s-sorry. Legs are j-jelly.” he stammered out with a quick, quiet laugh and a crimson blush.
“Shit, I'm sorry. Did I go too hard? I thought-” Dexter was cut off as Travis leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, the young squirrel's eyes going wide in surprise from the unexpected smooch before he squeezed Travis tighter and kissed him back, somewhat saddened when the older possum pulled away.
“Shhh, n-no, it was perfect. Holy f-fuck. We really d-did that, haha. Everything hurts, b-but it was so fun, thank you.” he stuttered out as he leaned forward to give Dexter one last quick peck on the lips. He struggled to move himself to stand next to Dexter so the boy could help hold him up while they walked together. He stood with one arm around Dexter's neck for support, with Dexter's arm around his torso holding him up as they struggled to limp out of the shower room just as the sound of the furthest entrance door opening echoed through the locker room. Both boys shared a quick, wide eyed look of panic with each other before they rushed on wobbly legs to limp out the other side as quietly as possible before the teacher could notice them. 
Dexter struggled to push the door open, briefly panicking at the thought of getting caught before the door finally opened and the pair struggled their way outside. “Hahahaha, that was scary. I uh, I was really worried it would be too much for you, I'm glad you had fun though. Let's go get something to eat, yeah? I'll buy you lunch. I know you didn't eat today, fucking liar.” he laughed out lightheartedly. “Then we'll go to my place for a while to calm down. I know my mom will be real happy to see you again. She asks about you all the time.” 
Travis smiled and nodded as Dexter spoke, unable to stop himself from sniffling as he felt happy tears starting to well up in his eyes. Dexter turned to look at him, concerned. “Hey, are you ok? Do you need to sit for a minute, or-”
“No, I'm fine. I just…” Travis paused for a moment, pulling Dexter closer for another tight hug as he forced himself to stand straight. “Thank you. I-I love you, Dex.” 
Dexter blushed and hugged him back, smiling wide. “I love you too, Travis.”