Coda 02 -A to Z

about Re-Animator ? Or Heathers ? Or The Warriors ?”
    “ Heathers !” I said triumphantly. “I think I’ve got that one here somewhere.”
    “Hey, Ram, doesn’t this cafeteria have a no-fags-allowed policy?”
“ What? ”
    “The answer is, ‘They seem to have an open door policy on assholes, though, don’t they?’”

    I just stood there, trying to figure out if he was calling me a fag or an asshole or both, and he rolled his eyes at me again.
    “It’s a line from Heathers , man. Never mind. I should have known you wouldn’t get it.” I felt like we weren’t even speaking the same language. My confusion must have been obvious because he sighed and started digging in his pocket for his wallet. “You should watch some of your own movies, you know. How can you run a store like this if you don’t?”
    I had been thinking the exact same thing. And Tracy had quit. I decided to take a chance. “Uh, do you want a job?”

    “I got one.”

    “Oh.” I wasn’t sure why I had assumed he was unemployed. “Okay.”
    “Sure.”
“Sure, what?”
“I want a job.”
“You just said you already had one.”
    “I do. I got two. But if you’re hirin’, I’ll quit one of ’em. It hella sucks anyway.”

    I didn’t know what “helisux” was, but I wasn’t about to ask. “Can you organize all these movies?”
    “Easy.”
“When can you start?”
He smiled at me. “Now.”
“What’s your name?”
    His smile disappeared. “Man, I been rentin’ here almost every night for the last three weeks, and you don’t know my fuckin’ name?” He was right. I was terrible at that kind of thing. He shook his head at me before I had a chance to respond. “It’s Angelo. Angelo Green.”
    E IGHT o’clock came and went that night with no sign of Tom. In fact it was just after nine when he rang my doorbell.

    “You’re late.” I tried to say it casually and not let it sound like an accusation. Maybe I pulled it off.
    “I’m so sorry, baby.” He leaned me against the wall and kissed me. His tongue brushed the roof of my mouth, and his cock, already erect, ground against me.
    I wanted to be mad, but it just wasn’t working. He was so gorgeous, and his hands were squeezing my ass, and his groin was grinding against mine, and God, I wanted him so much.
    “I have wine,” I managed to gasp out.
    “After.” His mouth was hard against mine, and he moaned, “Zach, please let me fuck you tonight. I want you so much, and I know you want it too.”
    He was right. Just hearing him say it had me so hard it was almost painful. “Okay.”

    We made our way to the bedroom, kissing and groping, shedding clothes as we went.
    I took a condom and the lube out of the drawer and handed them to him. He turned me around and pushed me down onto the bed, then grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. A second later I felt his slick fingers pressing into me. I moaned and leaned into him.
    “Do you like that?” he asked as his fingers plunged in and out of me, touching that sweet spot inside, sending waves of pleasure through me.
    “Yes.”
“You’re so tight, baby. How long has it been?”
    His fingers were still moving in me, and it wasn’t easy to formulate a response. “Too long,” I said, pushing harder against him.
    “That’s it, baby. Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it,” I gasped out.
    “I can’t wait to fuck you, Zach.” His fingers were gone, and then I felt his cock pushing against me. “I can’t wait anymore.” He pushed in, hard, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. “Oh God, baby, you’re even better than I expected. So tight. Damn, you feel fine.”
    I was a little bit pissed because I could tell he wasn’t wearing the condom. Why did he think I handed it to him? That seemed like a pretty obvious request. Still, it was too late now. I was trying to let it go and just relax around him. He was already thrusting, talking the whole time, an endless stream of meaningless words. “So fucking fine. So tight. That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I’ve never been one for talking dirty during sex, but I sure wasn’t going to ask him to shut up.
    He was already speeding up, and I could tell he wasn’t going to last long. I braced myself on the headboard with one hand and reached down with the other to start beating myself off. He was slamming into me, and I knew I was going to be sore in the morning. His hands were gripping my hips tight. “So close, so close.” And then he came,