We made it to our campsite in the late afternoon. It was still light out and it was nice and warm. After hearing who everyone was rooming with we all set up our tents in a big circle. Well, I did most of the work since T was weak and shitty at anything survival.
"Will you at least hand me that nail over there?" I asked.
"Sure." T shrugged and gave it to me.
"I thought your dad was the type to take you out camping."
"Oh he did." T grimaced.
I chuckled. "And you hated every minute of it."
"Hate is an understatement." T sat next to me in the grass. He sighed. "Do they even have electricity here?"
"I'm sure they do, princess. I mean, what do you even need it for?"
"My hair." T said dead serious.
"Pfft. Gay."
T pulled up his eyebrows. "Jock."
I smiled and gave him a soft push.
"You're not exactly pulling your weight, are you, T?" Some doofus said.
I looked up into the sun. I shielded my eyes with my hand. Blade.
His hair was black and spiky, his eyebrows were pierced and he wore a black tank top with ripped light blue bleached jeans and white sneakers. He also had black smudged makeup on his eyes that made him look like he'd just escaped a mine or something.
"Josh wanted some time to demonstrate his masculinity." T smirked.
"Ah, I see." Blade chuckled. He didn't even look at me. His eyes were solely on Timothy and mine were on his neck. I was trying to calculate how much pressure I'd have to apply for it to snap in half.
"Are you coming? Allie and I are going to walk down the beach."
"Sure." T got up.
"Hello? Are you really gonna leave me to figure this shit out on my own?"
"Oh, it's not like he's of much help anyway." Blade said, grabbing T's hand.
"No, Josh is right. The least I can do is-" T shrieked as Blade picked him up in his arms. He ran off with him without another word.
I knew that dude was fucking trouble! I slammed my hammer into the ground a few times.
"Sucks you have to share with him." Dave said as he and my other friends approached me.
"Tell me about it." I grumbled as I hit the last nail into the ground.
I spent the rest of that afternoon with my friends, worrying about what T was up to with that new emo freak. Ugh! Why couldn't guys just fucking lay off him!
There was a wooden cabin-like house where everyone collected. There was a living room, kitchen and a long table in a hall where we were supposed to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Then there was a separate cabin with showers and bathrooms.
I scanned the table but didn't find T anywhere. Allie was there with her other freak friends.
I stabbed my hamburger angrily and began to munch on it.
"You've been in a bad mood all day. Is it because of your dad?" Dave spoke discreetly into my ear.
No. I'd actually kind of managed to forget about that. Thanks a lot, Dave.
"Yes." I grumbled.
"Your dad seems better now than last time I saw him, man. Maybe you should give him a chance."
"Maybe you should shut the fuck up!" I whispered.
Dave looked annoyed.
"I didn't mean it like that. I appreciate you trying but I just don't wanna talk about it."
"Fine. I'm cool with that." Dave shrugged. He ran his hand through his hair.
T came in. He was smiling with his new leech piece of shit by his side.
I slammed my fork on the table and walked out.
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I was in our tent, trying to cool off. I'd been in here for half an hour but I just... I couldn't take the idea of Timothy dating someone new. Not again. I was breaking a stick into tiny pieces.
Someone unzipped the tent. T stuck his head inside. "Hey." He smiled at me.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Everything okay?" T crawled inside and zipped the tent closed.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well.. you're not eating. It's not like you." T sat on the other side of the tent on his sleeping bag.
"Did you eat?" I asked.
T nodded.
"Meat?"
T shook his head.
I sighed.
T rummaged through his suitcase and fished out a toilet bag.
"Fag."
T looked up at me. He didn't look angry. Just surprised.
"Sorry. There's just no other word for it right now."
T smirked. "The way you say it now is different."
"So I can use it freely then? I can call you my little fag?" I smirked.
T laughed. "No, that's just embarrassing." He rummaged through his overfull suitcase. "Your little fag?" He wondered.
I shrugged. "You going to brush your teeth?"
"Yep." T got out of the tent.
"Hold up, I'm coming with you."
I followed T out to the bathroom cabin. It was just us two in there. When we were brushing our teeth I started to tickle Timothy and we got into a sort of play fight. Moments like this just made me want to kiss him. Although now his whole mouth was covered in toothpaste. I imagined there being... something else all over his mouth instead.
Yeah, I know. At this point just kill me.
I tried not to peek as T changed into his sleep shirt when we were back in the tent. It was just hard not to. His nipples were the same color as his lips. Just bright and pinkish. I knew he'd moan if I touched them. I wanted to hear him moaning my name for once. I'd come in seconds.
T put on a big band tee and some shorts. Then I remembered I was also supposed to be getting ready for bed.
I took off my shirt and pants.
"Can I turn off the light?" T asked.
I nodded.
In the dark I was still hyper aware of him. I listened to his breathing. I wanted to sleep but I just couldn't.
As the night went on it got colder. It was kind of surprising since during the day it was warm enough to walk around naked pretty much. I wasn't really that cold cause I had a sleeping bag and my masculinity to keep me warm, T on the other hand..
I could hear his teeth clattering and shivering.
"Dude, did you bring anything actually warm?"
"Uh.. I-I think I have a.. s-sweater.." T stuttered.
"Forget it. Just get in here."
"Huh?"
"Get in my sleeping bag, you'll warm up in no time."
I was totally being selfish here.
T sat up. He was probably trying to figure out if I was serious.
"I'm not asking. Get in here!"
T crawled over to my side. "A-are you sure?"
I grabbed T's hand and pulled him closer. He complied and stuck his feet into the sleeping bag. Our legs were touching and so were our shoulders. I could tell he was trying to keep his distance for as much as that was possible in the tight space. He probably thought I wouldn't want him close.
I wrapped my arms around him. T gasped when I pulled him against my chest. His ice cold hand rested on my abs.
My whole body was fluttering.
"Better?"
"Yeah." T whispered, sending chills down my spine.
His hair felt silky against my body. I stroked it once with my hand.
I knew I was being way too obvious now. But I just couldn't control myself anymore.
Timothy didn't ask any questions. Maybe he was too tired. Maybe he was focused on getting warm. Either way, he fell asleep within ten minutes and I passed out shortly after.