Ungodly - Chapters 1-7

I hate church. I’ve hated it ever since my parents first brought me when I was thirteen. I especially hated it when the pastor would go on his rants about homosexuality and how disgustingly wrong it was. How it was a sin. A disruption to all humanity. I swear, spit flew out of his mouth whenever he slapped out a spew of words and verses from ‘The Bible’ that clearly stated that man on man action was wrong. It got fucking irritating.

But I sat there like the good boy I was, hands folded on my lap, eyes forced open and trying not to shut and let me fall asleep, and my disgusted looks kept inside my mind. After all, my parents loved me and loved the fact that I was as straight as a board. Oh, boy, how they don’t know their own son. I’ve had to live through this…pathetic hiding and church going forever. Now that I’m seventeen it’s more then a little unbearable. Sitting in the uncomfortable hard pew waiting for the sermon to be over.

No, first my parents have to wait for everyone to file out of the sanctuary so they can proceed to where the pastor stands, shaking people’s hands on the way out. I’ll always smile and nod when my mother tells him what a fantastic sermon he had told today. Inside I would be disgusted, saying every curse word I could think of, and praying to the God that this man spoke of to let me out of this church as fast as possible. The dress clothes my parents made me wear were unbearably hot and fucking uncomfortable.

Not only did my parents drive to church earlier today so I could enjoy Sunday school with other teens my age, other straight teens, but they also signed me up for a week long church camp that our church held every summer for the kids that attended the church. Fuck that. Of course I couldn’t tell them I couldn’t go. I had to go. It was an obligation that I maintained a church-going, good boy, trophy Christian boy look. Who was I to let my parents down? I didn’t argue when they told me about the camp – Word of Life camp. That’s what it’s called. Fucking lame if you ask me. – But I did grimace and push out a loud disappointed sigh.

But something else is different today. There’s a new face. A new fuckin’ hot face I might add. He looks older then me, not by much though. He looks like he just rolled out of bed without running a brush through his hair. He doesn’t need to. His hair is perfect. Chestnut. It looks soft and I have the brief thought of running my fingers through it. It’s not short but it isn’t long either. My eyes move from his hair to his face. He’s a fucking God – Smooth bronze skin, burning hazel eyes, perfect sculpted lips. I dub this teen as my fucking God.

The guy in the sky that I’ve learned about all these years probably doesn’t look nearly as godly as this boy does. He’s not sitting to far away from me – a few seats down and he hasn’t noticed my eyes on him yet. I continue to let them explore, spoil themselves with his vision. When they fall across his hands resting on his lap – He’s slouching lazily in his chair with a bored expression on his face. A sexy bored expression. – My brain goes haywire. He has fucking nice hands and I’m sure he can do amazing things with those long, graceful fingers.

My eyes fly back to his face and I nearly jump out of my skin when his eyes meet mine head on. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment I turn away using my shaggy blond hair to hide my red cheeks and shocked eyes. I slouch in my seat with one arm crossed over my chest and my other hand twirling my hair around nervously. I can’t believe he caught me staring. Checking him out and I was being quiet obvious about it too. Dammit. Then our teacher stands up in the middle of the classroom and begins speaking about today’s lesson.

Instead I sit there and pretend like I’m listening. Suddenly, the teacher’s looking right at me. Had he asked me a question? Fuck! Like I had been listening. I open my mouth to speak, to say anything but what can I say? “What?” Yeah, you goTaylor. How fucking intelligent. The youth teacher smiles encouragingly. “I asked you if you had any prayer request you’d like to share with the others so we can pray for you…” I raise an eyebrow. Fuck I did. I shake my head, snort and a smirk falls on my lips.

Everyone gasps. Shit. I hadn’t meant to say it out loud. The man’s mouth hangs open slightly and he looks like he’s been offended. I sit up in my seat. Dammit. I am so fucked. This is going to get around to my parents and they’re going to freak. “Oops…did I say that out loud?” I continue to smirk and act like I had said the horrible curse words on purpose. Damn – and in front of all these virgin ears too. How fucking horrible of me. The teacher shakes his head, hand running furiously through his short red hair. It occurs to me that he has fucking ugly hair.

Of course he doesn’t know me yet. After all, it’s my first day in an actual Sunday school class.

He looks appalled and I wonder where this act of rebellion has come from. I’m fucking myself over. My parents are going to fucking flip when they find out about this. I slouch back down in my chair, cross my arms over my chest and the man hesitantly goes to the next person and asks them if they have any prayer request. The girl responds with a positive, curse word free answer. I roll my eyes and slouch even lower. I wipe the palms of my hands on my faded blue jeans. I took it upon myself this morning to dress in whatever the fuck I wanted for church. Craig and Jennifer had been irate.

As soon as everyone gives their prayer requests to the teacher (The brunet had answered with a snort of his own and then a flat out “no.”) we were dismissed to leave and head on over to the sanctuary for the third service. There were three services in the sanctuary. One at eight in the morning, the second service at nine and the third service at ten. It ended at twelve. Sighing, I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans and scurry out of the room before the teacher whatever the fuck his name is can pull me aside me and tell me I should ask God for forgiveness for using such profanity in His house.

An unfamiliar voice calls my name and I cease my walking and look over my shoulder. Fucking shit. The brunet. He just called me and now he’s walking towards me with a smirk on his face. His own hands are stuffed into the pockets of a black hooded jacket he’s wearing and I wish he wouldn’t hide them under the fabric because his hands are beautiful. I frown and turn around. I don’t run away ‘cause I don’t want to look like even more of an idiot. I shift on my Converse clad feet and watch as the brunet comes closer and closer and then he’s right fucking there.

I raise an eyebrow up at the brunet. It’s now that I realize how tall he is. He’s fucking towering over me. “I just came to make sure you were positive about not having any prayer requests ‘cause I think it’s really important that you share them so everyone can pray as a huge group effort.” I smile ‘cause I’m sure he’s joking. There’s an amused smile in his eyes and the same playful smirk on his fucking kissable lips. “As I said before: fuck no.” He chuckles, deep and throaty and…sexy. Fuck him for being so perfect. And it’s a pity that he’s, most likely, straight. I shift slightly and then I decide it can’t hurt to invite him to church with me. At least I won’t have to sit with my parents.

I’m usually talkative too. Daphne, my best-friend, is usually begging me to shut up. Now I can’t get a word out without feeling my cheeks heat up and looking down at the ground every two seconds. “I’ll sit with you.” Good thing one of us said something ‘cause I sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to get it out. I smile up at him and nod. “Alright, sure. Let’s go.” He walks right next to me. His arm or hip brush lightly against mine a few times but I’m sure it’s on accident because this boy is obviously straight. I don’t know why I think he’s straight but, I mean, he has to be. I’m sure I’m the only gay person in our church.

It’s only when we’re sitting in a pew on the balcony in the very back that he speaks again.

I groan in agony, quietly so I don’t disturb the others in the pews around us.

“Yeah. My parents will look for any excuse to get rid of me for a little while.”

Oh? OH! That’s all you have to say? I look away from him and think about my own home life. My mother loves me, I know that. I’m like the apple of her eye or whatever-the-fuck. My dad on the other hand…he never misses out on a chance to complain about the fact that I never involve myself in any outdoor activities. That’s the only reason he enrolled me in this camp with the church. Because there were going to be outdoor activities all the fucking time. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. I’m sure he loves me though even if he never says it and even if he never expresses any good feelings towards me. I can’t imagine my parents sending me away to a camp just to get rid of me for a week though. I look back over at him, top teeth gnawing at my bottom lip.

I’m more curious then anything. Curious to know the things they say to him, to know if it’s worst then what my father says to me sometimes. To know if he gets any love or affection at all. He meets my gaze. His eyes are slightly tortured all of the sudden; pained. “Yes.” His answer is terse and it clearly states that this discussion is over. I nod and look away. I respect him for wanting to keep his life private but now I’m more curious then I was a few seconds ago. A part of me is concerned too. A few seconds later I feel his gaze land on me again.

I’m dead serious. They also said they wanted me to go because they thought it would be a fun experience – Meeting and befriending other Christian kids my age and actually having a social life. That’s what my dad had said. He chuckles and suddenly I’m aware of something. I have no idea who the fuck I’m talking to. I have no idea what his name is. I look over at him, eyebrow raised. “Were you planning on telling me your name anytime soon?” He grins and shrugs. “You didn’t ask.” I roll my eyes. “Well, I’m talking to you so I think I have every right to know your name. Plus, you know mine.”

“I know you know but I’m trying to be all formal about it. Now I’m going to shake your hand.”

It’s just an excuse to touch his beautiful hand. To see at least one of them again. Grinning, I hold out my hand and he slowly pulls one of his out of his jacket and then clasps his hand around mine. The touch goes straight to my cock and I try not to concentrate on how fucking perfect his hand fits around my smaller one and how the contrasts of our skin is a fucking turn on and how much I want this person to fuck my virginity off the planet. I quickly let go as if his touch burned me and, in a way, it did.

I look away from his before he can catch a glimpse of my pink cheeks but I realize that it’s probably too late for that. I hope he doesn’t catch on though. I hope he doesn’t realize how fucking hot he’s making me. The rest of the service we throw little paper wads at random people’s heads, get dragged out of the church by an usher and we wait outside for the service to end so our parents can come out and find out how disrespectful we were being during church. When mine come out they look at me disappointedly, don’t say a word, and, with their eyes tell me to get my ass to the car. I smile over at Brian and offer him a small wave over my shoulder. He offers me a ‘see ya’ and I have a feeling that no matter how long my parents are going to chew me out I’ll still be happy.

I watch the blond disappear, his form getting smaller and smaller as he walks further and further away with his parents. He’s the most fucking beautiful kid I’ve ever seen in my life and my first thought when I first laid eyes on him was: ‘God, I have to fuck him.’ He only made me want to fuck him more when I had caught him staring at me, blatantly checking me out. And when he looked away from me startled. When he had cursed shamelessly in ‘Sunday School Class’. His bright smile when straight to my needy cock.

Shiny and shaggy blond hair that fell across his face and eyes giving him a ‘I’m sexy without even trying’ look. His full, pink lips that had been begging me all through the church service to kiss them. His cute – Yes, I said cute – nose and his eyes. Oh, fuck, his eyes. Innocent but not innocent at the same time, a dark swirling color of blue and a darker shade of blue. His long black lashes that, when he closes his eyes while laughing, brushed across his blushing cheeks. I want him. I need him. I want to fuck him so bad.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Joan, the frigid bitch that popped me out, stalked out of the church with a pissy expression on her face. “What did you do this time, Brian?” I shake my head and don’t answer. She frowns disdainfully at me and I follow her to her car. Jack, of course stayed home today. He never comes to church. He sits in front of the TV, drinks until he can’t think coherently and waits for us to come home. When he finds out that I’ve been bad at church he’ll beat me. But, even if I had been good, he would’ve done so anyway. Fucking bastard.

The drive home is silent except for Joan muttering things under her breath and touching her cross necklace every five seconds. She’s probably praying for me and my wrong-doing. Begging God to forgive me for all my sins and getting kicked out of church. And, just like I predicted, when we get home Jack didn’t miss a chance to bruise my already bruised skin after Joan had told him what happened today. He laughed, beat me and drank more beer. Fucking alcoholic bastard.

Author’s Note: It’s true – the church I attend does really do a camp called ‘Word of Life’ camp where you go out in the wilderness, stay in cabins, and partake in outdoor activities. I’ve never gone to said camp ‘cause I really don’t want to. And, yes, my church has three services and all that jazz. So that’s the part that’s based off real life events. Nothing else.

¹⁵ How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Song of SolomonCh. 1 – Vs 15

I’m all packed and ready to go on this trip. And get it fucking over with. Then I remember that a certain “face of God” is going on the trip too and my spirits are suddenly lifted. At least I’ll have something extremely nice to look at the entire time and someone fun to talk to. Yawning, I was forced to wake up at four this morning to make it to the bus on time, I get out of my moms car. “Have a good time, Sweetie.” I roll my eyes. “I’m sure I will. Church camp is something I’ve been lookin’ forward to forever.” She ignores my sarcasm.

“Water. Got it. I’m seventeen. I’ll be fine. I’m sure God will protect me too.”

She narrows her eyes at me. Whenever I make a crack like that she gets all ‘narrowed-eyed’ and pissy. I smile softly at her. I owe her this much. “Love you, mom.” Her narrowed eyes immediately become normal, soft and maybe slightly teary. I hate it when she cries. Especially over stupid things like this. “I love you too, honey. Be safe.” I nod and tell her that I’ll be safe. I grab my bags out of the backseat, shut the door and she drives off, a few tears running down her face. Mothers and their ‘unable to let go’ tendencies.

Taking a deep breath, I sling a few of my bags over my shoulders and head towards the large charter bus sitting in front of the church. A bunch of other teens are already there talking amongst themselves. Probably about church group and how they can kill all the homosexuals in the universe so they can make the world a better and cleaner place. I scowl at the thought and shove past them not bothering to say sorry for bumping into them and sit down on a bench several feet away from all the church lovers. Fuck them. I set all my luggage down at my feet and then pull my knees to my chest. My arms wrap around my legs and my chin rests on my knees.

I don’t know what happened but I think I fell asleep with my head on knees because my eyes had been closed and I hadn’t heard or noticed anyone coming over to the bench I was sitting on. Startled slightly, my head shoots up off my knees and my unfocused eyes look at the blob standing in front of me. The tall blob that must be Brian. My stomach gives me a few somersaults and my heart beats a little faster. My cheeks also start to heat up and I know they’re turning pink. I’m thankful that it’s so early that it’s still dark out. As soon as my eyes focus I beam up at him.

God. I probably sounded so stupid. And looked stupid. I immediately subdue my smile as to not seem so excited to see him even though it’s too late for that. He smiles amusedly down at me and settles down next to me. “Mind if I sit here?” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re already sitting so why bother asking?” Yes, you can sit there you fucker. He grins and makes himself comfortable, his feet propped up on his bags, which lay down on the ground next to mine. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I smile and nod.

Part of me wants to tell him ‘yes, please take me with you’ but I shake my head, letting a laugh slide out of my lips. He can’t be serious anyway. “We don’t have any money.” He smirks. “We can sell ourselves on the street. I hear they make good money.” I wrinkle my nose in disgust and shake my head. “Gross. I’d rather not sell my body to gross, dirty, old me-” I suddenly stop talking. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to practically blurt out that I’m gay! Now he’ll probably run off afraid that I have some crush on him, even though I do but that’s beside the point, and tell everyone that there’s a fag in their midst.

How the fuck does one fall asleep on a hard, uncomfortable bench in that position? I smirk down at the blond head and set my things down on the ground. When he wakens I almost pounce on him and fuck him right here on this bench. That’d be hot. He looks so fucking eatable right now. How does one manage to look so good this early in the morning? I don’t know but what I do know is that I’m going to make this blond mine before this camp weeks over. I’m going to fuck him everywhere at camp. Christen every fucking thing at the campsite. I’m sure God will love it.

He notices his slip up. He’s probably freaking out right now. I grin and slouch down on the bench, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Not all of them are old, dirty and gross. I’m sure there are some young, hot studs just waitin’ for a hot blond with a nice ass.” He looks over at me, unsure look on his face and, even in the dark, I can see his cheeks are as red as can be. He looks slightly shocked now as if what I said had just registered and then he’s looking away again. Probably to hide his darkening cheeks. I chuckle and look over towards the bus where the Sunday school teacher from Sunday – Someone called him Marcus – stood next to the large bus with a clipboard in hand.

In a flash the two of us are standing in front of Marcus with all our bags in tow. “Brian Kinney.” I nod and Marcus flashes me a quick, warm smile. I don’t offer him one back. “Do you have a partner, Brian? A friend who you’ll be assigned to bunk with, eat with, and do everything with for the week?” I smirk. Maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad after all. I quickly nod and bump casually into Justin next to me. “Yeah, Justin Taylor.” Marcus obviously remembers the disturbance on Sunday from said blond. Brian can tell by the troubled look on the man’s face. Marcus just nods, though, and writes it down on the clipboard.

We leave our bags outside as instructed so Marcus can haul them into the chambers under the bus and I lead Justin and me into the bus. We head all the way to the back like Marcus told us too. “You want the window seat?” Justin shrugs and then nods. I could really care or less about where I sit. As soon as he’s seated I sit down next to him with a small smile. He’s still not speaking to me and his cheeks are still a dark shade of pink and I may be forced to fuck him right here on the bus with him looking all flushed like that. I nudge my shoulder against his to get his attention. It works.

I hate it when he does that. Only because it draws attention to his lips, which is really fucking annoying when you’re using all your self-control to not lunge at him in front of all these Bible thumpers. “Are you ok?” He quickly nods, furiously so that his hair flies out in different directions. It looks like he’s trying to convince more then just me. Probably himself. I grin and shrug. “Whatever you say.” He looks away again and out the window. I hope he’s not this silent the entire trip or I may have to strangle him. The only reason I had been looking forward to this trip is because he is on it and now he’s being quiet.

A few minutes after the bus has started off I glance over at him. His breathing has slowed and evened out into a steady rhythm that’s kind of calming. He’s fallen asleep but I don’t understand how anyone could fall asleep with their face pressed up against glass like that. “Justin.” I place a hand on his shoulder and shake him awake while my other hand folds the armrest between us up and out of the way. His face, eyes still closed, turns towards me. “What?” He sounds hot, all drowsy and husky like that. “Here.” I thrust the pillow at him that I brought with me on board. I watch as he folds himself up into a tight ball, mesmerized at how he can fit himself all up in the seat like that.

His knees are folded against his chest with the pillow held in his arms. He’s half-asleep while doing all of this too, which makes me all the more intrigued. His head tilts back on the seat in another uncomfortable position and I take advantage of his sleepiness by pulling his head over onto my shoulder, my arm across his shoulders. I recline both our seats and I rest my head on top of his, his hair tickling my chin but I don’t dare move and maybe wake him, and quickly fall asleep. Good thing everyone on the bus thinks we’re straight or they’d get the right impression of why my arm’s around him.

When I wake up I’m slightly confused. I don’t remember digging my face into Brian’s chest. He must’ve reclined our seats back at some point – God bless the fucking awesome charter buses – and let me get comfortable on him. Then I remember. Brian’s gay. Well, that’s what he had pretty much implied this morning. He had said I had a nice ass anyway, which was a great compliment. I took great pride in my ass. I smile slightly and close my eyes again, breathing in deep the familiar smell of Brian. The hand resting on his clothed stomach curls into the fabric. It’s then that I remember we’re on a bus with other people who might get the wrong/right idea about this scene.

My abrupt moment causes him to awaken slightly though. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize no one’s even paying attention to us. Some of the other kids are sleeping too, heads nestled against each other. So maybe we hadn’t looked that odd sleeping next to each other like that. Relaxing slightly, I rest my head back on Brian’s chest, fingers curling back into the fabric of his shirt again. I feel Brian’s arm tighten around my form and his own fingers grip tightly to the back of my neck, fingers beginning to knead against my skin in a slow massage before they trail upwards into my hair where they begin to play with it.

I let out a long, content sigh and snuggle – What the fuck am I doing snuggling against another male on a bus full of fag haters? - against his body. I still feel extremely drowsy and so I blame my actions on that. Then I think about something else. Wouldn’t it look odd to anyone if they looked back here and saw Brian playing with my hair? Straight guys don’t play with other straight guy’s hair! I slowly lift myself away from him, positioning my chair upright again and rub my tired eyes. “Good afternoon, princess.” I roll my eyes over at Brian. Princess? As if. Ok, I’m not exactly a masculine male but…ok. Fine. Princess it is.

I watch Brian as he swings his seat upright again. He raises an eyebrow up at me. “Do I look like the bus driver to you?” I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “I was just asking. No need to unleash the sarcasm.” He smirks and stretches his arms over his head. I quickly look out the window to avoid looking at the patch of skin on his taut stomach that was revealed as he did so. And the trail of dark hairs teasing into his jeans. Fucktard. He so knows what he’s doing. He lets out a loud yawn and I continue to stare out the window.

“Fine, I’ll go ask since it’s so important to you and because Marcus hates you.”

I grin. “He doesn’t hate me. That would be a sin.” He snorts, doesn’t reply, and gets up out of his seat, long limbs stretching before heading down to the front of the bus. The first thing I notice as he walks away is: damn, his pants are fucking tight. I tell my eyes not to stare at his ass as he strides confidently down the aisle towards Marcus but they don’t listen. Oh, they stare long and hard. It’s only when Brian’s done talking to Marcus and he’s turning around do I look away and return my gaze to the window and look at the passing scenery. I look over when I hear him sit down next to me again.

I realize I’m whining but my ass hurts from sitting so long. He rolls his eyes, smirking at me. “You’re such a whiner.” I cross my arms over my chest and…pout. “I’m not a whiner. I’m just tired of sitting.” He looks at me still clearly amused. “You are too and if you’re so tired of sitting then the most logical thing to do would be to stand up.” He has a very valid point. Why hadn’t I thought about that myself? Not replying, I throw the pillow I’m holding at him and stand up, stretching and I groan; content. My entire body is sore but it immediately subsides as I stretch my arms above my head as far as they’ll go and stretch every other muscle in my body. Everything would’ve been fine too if the bus hadn’t suddenly gone over a huge bump, which, in turn, causes the entire bus to jolt forward.

And I didn’t go down quietly either. My mouth had let out a loud yelp in the process, which caused everyone to look to the back of the bus and at the clumsy blond kid. I wonder what they’re all thinking when they see me with my arm draped across Brian’s shoulders and my ass sitting in his lap, one of Brian’s arms around my waist. It had kept me from falling backwards and doing a backwards somersault off of his lap and onto the aisle of the bus. A few kids roll their eyes, others laugh, Marcus shakes his head, which clearly showed his dislike for me. I scowl but my scowl is quickly turned into a smile at Brian’s voice.

His answer causes my cheeks to go into ‘Turning Pink’ mode and I quickly pick myself up off his lap, tripping over my own feet, and then proceeding to fall into my own seat. By the time I’m situated correctly in my seat he’s laughing at me. I roll my eyes and shoot him a ‘Ha, ha not very funny’ look. “Shut up, Brian!” He quickly clamps his mouth shut, amusement showing loud and clear on his face and in his eyes. I roll my own eyes again but smile slightly. I’m about to say something until, quite suddenly, the teens who are in the church choir bust out in song.

And Brian and I have to deal with their songs until we pull up in front of the camp.

⁴ Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Song of Solomon 1:4

____________________

J.T

I think the reason I’m so happy when we arrive at the camp is because it made all the choir kids shut up. I don’t think I would have been able to handle one more song without grabbing the nearest and sharpest item and killing myself. I grin wildly at the fact that they’ve finally shut their mouths and stare out my window. There’s a lot a trees. And a path that leads into the trees where, I’m guessing, the lake and all the cabins and whatever else there is on this camp are located. “This looks promising.” I roll my eyes over at the brunet and then look back out my window.

Marcus stands up at the front of the bus and clears his throat to get our attention.

“We’re here,”

No fucking way.

“And I want all of you to get off the bus in a line. No shoving or pushing to get to the front. Then I want you to all orderly take your bags from me when I hand them to you. Understood?”

Everyone but Brian and me murmur ‘yes sir’. Marcus doesn’t notice and he steps off the bus. As soon as he’s out the door everyone stands and, in a nice orderly fashion, they step slowly out of the bus. Brian and I are last because we were all the way in the back. Once everyone gets their bags Marcus leads us down the rocky dirt path and into through a shady opening in the trees. As soon as we walk out from under the overhang you can see the lake and another path that leads into another patch of woods. A sign next to it says, “Cabins.” There are a bunch of other buildings situated not too far away from the lake.

The dining hall, worship center, game room, etc…

Marcus stops and explains it to us, like we’re stupid or something. Brian nudges me.

“Thank God he told us…I had a feeling I was gonna get lost.”

I grin. “I never thought the words ‘thank God’ would come out of your mouth.” He only grins and looks back over at Marcus who’s still telling everyone where the cabins are located…even though the sign tells loud and clear. They have good signage here and I’m sure everyone could’ve found it on their own. If they know how to read and I’m sure they do ‘cause every one of them had brought a Bible with them. “Ok, now follow me into this building over here where will go over the rules…” So, like the good kids we are, we follow him towards a small white building with no sign.

There are about forty desks – And there are only twenty of us in all - sitting inside and a large screen. Brian and I grab desks in the back as everyone else files into seats closer to the screen. I notice the projection machine and realize he’s probably going to show us a Bible movie or something. I almost groan out loud in distaste. Smiling widely, Marcus steps to the front of the classroom. “We’re going to watch a little video of how we’re supposed to act while here at camp.” Suddenly the lights go down and I’m quickly aware of the fact that I’m sitting really close to Brian. In the dark. With no lights on. I do my best to ignore him as a video comes on screen with a kitten.

The girls ‘aww.’ Then the video talks:

“Kittens are cuddly.”

Kittens are sweet.”

It shows another picture of a kitten that the girls ‘aww’ at.

“They always turn off the light when they leave a room.”

It shows a picture of a cat walking out of a room. How lame is this? All the guys are smirking and trying their best not to laugh. I smile. How old does Marcus think we are?

“They shut the doors quietly,

They’re always polite.

Kittens never curse or swear,”

Brian snorts at this and I grin over at him. When I look over at Marcus he’s staring right at me. I look back at the screen and there’s a picture of two kittens playing with each other.

“Kittens never play pranks on peers.

Kittens never say bad things about each other.

Pause. Another different picture.

“Kittens are not like people.

People are bad.

And, when you’re bad…

God kills a kitten.”

Suddenly a loud scream comes over the speakers and there’s a picture of a bloody kitten on the screen. Then a e-mail address scrolls along the bottom of the screen and, after the e-mail address, the words: Be good. Save a kitten.” Brian starts bursting out laughing and I join him. Everyone else in the room starts laughing too. Do Marcus and the other camp leaders actually expect us to follow the rules when we’ve watched a stupid video with kittens on it? Funny, yes, but extremely stupid. I grin over at Brian.

“That was…odd.”

“It was fucking hilarious.”

“Brian…you just killed a kitten.”

I pretend to act all concerned and he just shoves me lightly on the shoulder. “I’ve killed millions of kittens by this point. What’s one more?” I nod in agreement and shove him back. Soon Marcus is filing us out of the classroom, kids still laughing at the ridiculous video. “Ok, guys, you can go right through there,” He’s pointing at the path that leads into the woods and towards the cabins. “And choose your cabins. Don’t fight.” I grab Brian’s upper arm and he suddenly pulls back with a pained expression and a hiss. I raise an eyebrow, pull my arm back, and stare up at him concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re full of it.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

He rubs his arm and I let the subject drop but I promise myself that I’ll pry it out of him later. Shrugging, I grab his wrist this time and practically drag him towards the opening in the woods. “That eager to get me alone?” He just had to go and say that didn’t he? My cheeks start flushing and I roll my eyes. “Noo – I just want to get a good cabin.” He chuckles. “Oh, so you don’t want to get me alone then?” I don’t answer at first. I can’t because I don’t think my mouth can move. What a fucker. I look over at him hoping that, somehow, he doesn’t notice how red my cheeks are and how red the tips of my ears are.

“No.”

Lie.

“Oh, well, if you’re sure.”

This time I don’t answer at all because I’m too busy dragging him to the cabin the furthest away. And the only reason I’m taking him to this cabin is because it’s closest to the part of the lake that’s sneaked through the woods and wound up here. After all, the lake is huge. “Are you sure you don’t want to get me alone ‘cause, to me, it looks like you’re trying to get me as far away from everyone as possible.” I roll my eyes. “I want the cabin next to the water.”

“Oh, water front view. Niice.”

“I know.”

“The cabin’s small though.”

“All the cabins are small, moron.”

The two of us step into the entryway after I open the door. In one corner of the room there are two beds right next to each other. The only thing separating them is a small nightstand with a lamp on top of it. The rest of the room is clear except for a rug, a small wooden coffee table and a few decorations. Like plants and stuff. There’s a window over one of the beds. “I get the window bed!” I quickly let go of Brian’s hand, fingers burning, and hurry over to the bed and throw my bags at the foot of it and then fling myself on top of it. Brian snorts.

“First you get the window seat on the bus and now you get the window bed too. Talk about selfish.”

“What? You really care that much?”

He pretends to look offended.

“Yes. I wanted to the window bed.”

“Too fucking bad, whiner.”

I close my eyes and just lie there. Although I slept a lot of the way on the way here I could sleep again. The bed’s comfortable and after long drives I always feel the need to sleep. Suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts, there are hands on both my sides tickling the hell out of me. And I would’ve been fine with that even though I’m the most ticklish person I know since I could’ve fought him off eventually. But then he was on top of me, knees on either side of my waist and…well…yeah. Giggling like a little schoolgirl I yell at him to get off of me. “Not…until you…give me…this bed.” I roll my eyes under my closed eyelids, mouth spilling out gallons and gallons of laughter.

I swat at his hands, try to push them away.

I twist my body every which way underneath him, which isn’t exactly a good thing for my lower extremities. “Br-Br-ian! St-stop! NOW!” I force my eyes open and push at his chest to maybe push him off of me but it doesn’t work. Suddenly he’s sitting hard on top of my stomach keeping me from moving and he has one of his hands clasped over my wrist and trapped over my head on the bed. His other hand is traveling down my sides and under my arms. God, I’m going to kill him when he lets go of me. “I don’t think so, Taylor. This is your punishment for being selfish. Plus, that rule thing said Kittens are sweet so you should be sweet and give me this damn bed.” I unconsciously arch underneath him as his hand continues to tickle me to death. I think I hear him moan, which makes me groan in response. “You…just killed…another…fucking…kitten!” His hand stops for a split second, which helps me catch my breath. “You’re one to speak.”

I don’t answer. Instead I draw in deep gulps of breath incase he decides to start tickling me again so I can actually have some air supply. I also hold my body stock-still. I’m afraid to move because…well…I don’t want to make myself harder then I already am. “Given up yet?” I stare stubbornly up at him. “No. I got the bed first.” He smirks down at me, body leaning down until his face is hovering a few centimeters away from mine. I nearly moan when his hot breath flows across my face, sending goose bumps all over my skin. “I guess we could share it.” Oh. God. Yesyesyesyes. I don’t answer right away because my mouth is glued shut and my eyes are too busy taking in how close his lips are to mine and how fucking hot he is. He looks better way up close like this.

And I’m going to come in my pants.

How embarrassing would that be? He smirks down at me.

“Well?”

I work up the best smile I can at the moment given the circumstances. His lips near mine, his breath dancing across my already hot skin, his hips digging into mine and my erection shamelessly grinding into his ass. Yeah – I work up the best smile I can right now.

“Well…it did says kittens were sweet…and cuddly…and polite…so the polite thing to do would be to share this bed with you and I don’t want to kill another kitten so…”

He chuckles, which causes his body to move on top of mine and that’s not good. As if knowing this, he grinds his ass harder against my cock. What. A. Fuckhead. I tell myself not to moan, I tell myself not to arch up underneath him, I tell myself not to gasp at the whirlwind of pleasure, and I tell myself to act like none of this is happening. I do everything anyway. My body has a tendency to not listen to me. Then his tongue comes out and swipes across my lips and I think I’m trembling underneath him. Trembling because I’m hornier then I’ve ever been before in my life.

Brian should really do something about it. Now.

“Justin, that’s so sweet of you. I should give you something in return.”

How ‘bout your dick up my ass right now?

With an amused smile, probably at my silence, he’s suddenly off my body and walking towards the other bed. “I changed my mind. This bed is fine.”

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B.K

I didn’t want to walk away.

I didn’t want to leave him there with the impressive erection in his jeans, flushed cheeks, and a look of hardcore want and need drawn on his face. My dick didn’t want to leave him not freshly fucked either but…there were some things that one just had to do. And, despite the fact that I was now the horniest male (Maybe besides Justin) at the camp, I’m glad I did because, seconds later, Marcus is charging into our room, clipboard in hand.

“All settled, boys?”

I don’t think Justin’s in any state to answer so I do. “Yeah.” Marcus nods, looking at the two of us suspiciously. I raise an eyebrow at him as if to ask: ‘So…what are you still doing here?” He shifts on his feet and quickly looks down at his clipboard. “Cabin number ten. Alrighty. Get down to the dining room in five minutes, boys.” Who uses the word ‘alrighty?’ I only nod and he hesitantly turns around and leaves our cabin. I look over my shoulder and at Justin who still looks royally hot and horny. Before I can say a word he’s hurrying away from me and out of the cabin and towards, I can only guess, to the dining room.

I smirk and slowly follow after him, loving the affect I have on him.

The way I get him all hot and bothered without trying.

And I hadn’t been trying when I had grinded my ass into his dick. That was mostly for my satisfaction and, hopefully, we would both get more satisfaction after the very, very late lunch.

¹¹ Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
Song of Solomon 4:11

Sadly, for the both of us, there wasn’t a chance after the late-lunch to so much as touch in a sexual way. Lunch had been a drag for the both of us. Despite the fact that he had ran away from me after the ‘cabin episode’ he had saved a seat for me next to him at one of the further tables. It was obvious to everyone that we were, basically, the rejects. What happened to the warm welcome people were supposed to get from happy-go-lucky church members? Obviously, they didn’t follow that little rule. So, we sat isolated, which I didn’t mind.

We didn’t talk that much though I did ask him why he had run away from me. He responded with pink cheeks, eyes down on his food and: “Because I…you…we…I was trying to “calm down.” At that I had chuckled and taken it, him running away from me, as a compliment. After all, it was just because he had been horny and it was my fault. We had eaten in silence for the rest of lunch. That was fine by me. I stared at him the entire time and he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze the entire time. I don’t think his cheeks have ever been their natural color around me. I feel slightly proud at that.

After lunch, Marcus and a few other church leaders had dragged us outside and made us partake in “fun” games such as flag football. Please, tell me what’s fun about flag football? It was bo-ooring. It was also annoying hearing all the other guys complain about not being able to tackle. And for stupid reasons. The only reason they wanted to tackle the other guys was because they liked feeling all macho and tough. The only reason I wanted to tackle Justin was because, well, yeah.

At one point he had pretended spraining his ankle just so he could walk back to the cabin, come back with a book in his hand, sit on the sidelines and sketch. I almost considered doing the same thing but decided against it. That would’ve been obvious. First we’re partners for camp and we both get hurt in the same hour of games? Yeah. So I had settled with running half-heartedly around the field pulling off people’s flags. My teams and the other teams. Like I really gave a damn that I was ruining my teams chances. Plus, every time I did it, Justin would laugh and I like his laugh.

He smiles over at me and immediately puts on the fake limp that he’s been using all day. He’d forget every now and then so I would have to remind him. Retard.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and I can imagining his cheeks turning that light shade of pink and that shy look activating in his eyes. He’s so fucking easy.

This, I hadn’t been expecting. Usually when I say anything like that he’ll be quiet for about an hour. I grin and look down at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’d be my pleasure.” I reach over to grab him, not really intending on picking him up at all. Especially with other church members walking not too far ahead of us and behind us. He takes a few steps back though, out of my reach. I tilt my head. “What?” His eyes leave mine for a second and seem to focus on my arm and then meet my eyes again. “What about your arm?”

My dad just kind of twisted it in the wrong direction a lot too much. He raises an eyebrow at me. The moonlight shining down on us allows me to see the look in his eyes. The look that says he doesn’t believe a fucking word of what I’m saying. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Liar. I didn’t grab you that hard this morning so there’s obviously something wrong with your arm. If you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong then that’s fine.” I look away from him and watch as we get closer and closer to the dining room for dinner. I don’t say anything at first because, well, I don’t know what to say.

He’d freak. Then again, I should tell him. Aren’t you supposed to have friends so you can tell them things like that? I sigh and look back over at him. He’s still watching me curiously. The fake limp isn’t in place but I don’t tell him so. “It’s hard to explain.” He shrugs. “I have all night.” I almost smile. I wish we could do other things tonight then talk about my fucked up home life. But I don’t say so. “I don’t like talking about it.” His face softens and he smiles encouragingly at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Right then I decide that I will tell him…just because he looks really convincing with his eyes shining in the dark like that.

I almost tell him to screw dinner ‘cause I want to know everything. I want to know why this arm thing is so…secretive. I don’t even feel that hungry anymore. I’m just curious. I’m hungry to hear what he has to say. And maybe to be alone with him…in a cabin…in a dark cabin…and the door locked…yeah. I really want to hear what he has to say too. Again, we sit at the furthest table and start eating in silence. I notice that Brian doesn’t really eat. He more like picks at his food, shoving it around on his plate. A moment later Marcus is standing there and I’m not exactly sure why…maybe he’s come to tell us about the goodness of not cussing or something like that.

“It’s probably swelling like crazy. You should really get a pack of ice from the kitchen to get the swelling down and rest. I wouldn’t walk for a while if I were you.”

“Ok, yeah, sure. I’m actually pretty tired right now…maybe I’ll just go now. Yeah…I’ll go get that ice…”

Brian has put his fork down and smiles over at me. Marcus hesitates for some reason and then nods. “Alright, sure. Goodnight boys. Lights out by eleven.” ELEVEN? What the hell? Just because we’re churchgoers doesn’t mean we have to go to bed so damn early! I only nod and get up from the table feigning a look of pain as I do so. I’m pretty good at this faking stuff since Marcus actually reaches out and grabs my arm to help me off the bench. I smile, or maybe it’s more of a grimace ‘cause I don’t want his hand on me, and pull my arm away from him. Brian’s hand soon wraps warmly around the spot that Marcus’s hand had been on and leads me out of the room without another word to Marcus.

I snort and start laughing. That’s the most hilarious thing I’ve heard all day.

“What? Brian, incase you haven’t noticed…he’s a church leader. Bible thumper. ‘Oh, God, faggots should go to hell’ type of guy. What are you talking about?”

I blush slightly even though I didn’t really come on to him…he came on to me.

I think I really am going to be sick. If it’s true then…that’s one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard in my life. “I told you because…because.” I frown. “Gee, thanks. I’m so glad you told me. I’ve been hot for Marcus ever since I first saw him.” Brian chuckles. Actually chuckles! Fucking bastard. He has no right to laugh at this. This is disgusting. Sick. Wrong. Twisted. What would God say? I feel like puking and rub the spot on my arm that the man had grabbed on to. Brian swats at my hand and replaces his own hand over the same spot. “Sorry but I thought you should know. Plus, I wanted to let you know…that…I was jealous because I saw you first.”

I smile slightly, open the screen door to the cabin, and lead the two of us inside. The lamp that I turn on doesn’t seem very useful. It only lights up a small part of the cabin, the rest of the small room is dim. I turn to Brian, slow motion replays of what happened last time we were in here flashing behind my eyes, and smile weakly. “So…” Yeah, I’m so fucking smooth. He smiles slightly and shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets once again. “My dad finds pleasure in beating me.” I smile, thinking he’s joking. After all, how could he throw something out like that so casually? “Ha, ha. Very funny.” He frowns. “I’m serious.” My smile falters and I feel a little tightening in my stomach.

I blink. Oh. My. God. Is he fucking serious? He looks serious now. That tortured look is on his face again and his jaw is tense and clenched. I take a small step towards him. “I’m…” Shocked. Concerned. Angry. “I’m so sorry.” And I mean it. I’m just not saying it to try and make him feel better. I’m not just saying it ‘cause it seems like the right thing to say. He shrugs as if he doesn’t care again and I shake my head. “I can’t believe…I…you’re so…how…” I realize I sound like an idiot so I clamp my mouth shut and look up at him with all the concern and anger I’m feeling at the moment.

“Of course I’m for real. They’re hurting you. Plus, would they really care if you just…didn’t show up at home?”

He shakes his head ‘no’ like I knew he would. “Ok then.” I spin around and head over towards my bed. Suddenly his arms come around from behind, hands locking against my stomach and his chin coming to rest on my shoulder, and his teeth bite onto the lobe of my ear for a split second. My breath catches and thoughts of him fucking me are once again present in my mind. Present in my pants too. “It would be my pleasure to hide in your closet, Sunshine.” Sunshine? I like it. But that might just be because he used it. “Sunshine?” His tongue slides up my neck until it reaches my ear.

One of his hands slides down my stomach to cup my hardening cock through the rough material of my jeans and I know other parts of my body are going to be flushed in a few minutes time.

Do not stare at me because I am dark,
because I am darkened by the sun
Song of Solomon 1:6

His hand squeezes tighter around the bulge in my pants. My hand slides on top of it to keep him from letting his fingers squeeze anymore ‘cause if he does…I might come in my pants. Come on! I’m a virgin…cut me some slack. “I-I light up the entire room?” He doesn’t answer at first. His mouth is too busy licking, biting and kissing my neck and throat. Oh, god, I think I might die from all this contact. And fuck – it’s not even that much contact. I probably will die when he has me on my back and his dick up my ass.

I’d probably feel really flattered right now if his hand wasn’t over my dick and his mouth wasn’t on my throat. If I wasn’t so distracted. “O-oh.” There I go again. I’m so stupid. I can’t talk. Daphne’s not going to believe it. Me, not being able to talk? That’ll be the most hilarious thing she’s ever heard. Suddenly I’m spun around by his hands and facing him and…I’m not sure if I want to face him because I don’t want him to see how fucking nervous I suddenly feel. There are actual butterflies flying around in my stomach.

Amen to that. I swallow and use the little ounce of bravery that I have to place a hand on his hip. I wonder how obvious it is that I have zero experience when it comes to this type of thing. He smiles down at me and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s really amused at my shyness or if it’s a genuine smile. Whatever it is, I decide that there’s no way I can be quiet anymore. I can’t keep my mouth shut ‘cause that might just…not be cool. I decide that I have to at least make an effort to voice out my thoughts on all of this…though I’m sure my cock is a huge indicator of how I feel about this…that’s beside the point.

He doesn’t waste any time in fulfilling my request. His lips meet mine in a slow tender kiss and I wonder how long this will last before we both can’t take this slow speed anymore. I soon find out. As soon as his tongue wanders into my mouth my lips speed up at their own accord and his mouth quickly follows, kissing me like he’s trying to swallow me whole. Hot, fiery, needy and hungry. His hands grip tightly to my hips and pull me up against him, hard cock against hard cock, and I groan in to his mouth. He tastes so fucking good. Better then I had thought he would taste. Sure, I thought he would taste good but he tastes…god.

I press my hands gently on his chest because I’m not sure if he’s hurt there too and, for a few seconds, anger flares inside of me and it must’ve transferred into my kissing method ‘cause he pulls away, eyebrow raised. I don’t say anything. I’m breathing too hard to say anything and he doesn’t talk either. He’s breathing just as hard as I am and I’m surprised that neither of us has pulled away for air sooner. I bet I could kiss him for the rest of my life without having to pull away for a breather. His hands land on my shoulders and he pushes me downwards until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.

Then he’s kneeling down in front of me and pulling off my shoes and socks and I think I might die because he’s undressing me. Ok, that would be a stupid thing to die over but…no one’s ever undressed me before. Except my mom and that was when I was, like, three. Then he stands up after throwing my shoes and socks somewhere on the floor. I watch, completely entranced, as his fingers grab the ends of his shirt and pull it off and then throw it to the floor carelessly. If I had been angry about his arm before then…I was beyond pissed now. I was so fucking angry I felt like catching a taxi, finding Mr. Kinney, and killing him.

Probably the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. Even the bruises, some looked fresh and a lot looked old, scratches, and other wounds didn’t change that. My anger and concern must’ve shown on my face because a second later: “I’m alright.” I furiously shake my head. “You’re hurt.” He opens his mouth to protest and, I realize, this is probably killing the entire mood and making me angry…him arguing with me. So, I do the only thing I can think of to do. I stand up, grab him by the hips, and latch my lips onto a bruise near his collarbone. I don’t know how I couldn’t have seen it before.

I move to the next nearest wound, press open-mouthed kisses along his skin and I don’t intend to stop until every single hurt has been nurtured. Cared for. By my mouth and tongue. And what I’m doing must be acceptable because his hands, which are clenching in my hair, press my mouth harder against his skin and he’s gasping and mumbling incoherent things above my head. I can hear, every few seconds, my name being said but, other than that, I have no idea what else he’s saying. When I’m on my knees, my tongue not able to resist from dipping into his belly button a few times, I come across a newer, bigger, scratch. It looked to have gone deep too and my already boiling blood boils exceptionally hot now.

I kiss along it a few times, tongue following and his hands curl tighter in my hair.

Tell me about it. I don’t know how long I’ve been administering my caring lip action to his skin but I’m surprised it hasn’t made one of us (me) come in my pants yet. I’m not sure how we’ve (I’ve) lasted this long. It’s been, at least, twenty minutes since I started up at his collarbone. In another second I’m pulled up gently to my feet and his lips are pressed hard against mine. He pulls away, his breath flying across my face as his forehead leans against mine. His hands reach up and cup my face in his hands. His strong, beautiful hands that I’ve been obsessed with since the first time I saw them. “Thank you.” I know what he’s talking about. I don’t ask him for what. I only smile at him, feeling a lot less shy around him then I’ve ever felt before. Then he’s pulling my shirt above my head and I have a feeling that, when he goes for my pants, I’m goin’ to be blushing like a little school girl all over again. Oh well. I’m proud of myself for not blushing at the moment.

Ok, maybe I’ll blush now and he hasn’t even touched my pants yet. He just calls me hot and I get all pink-cheeked. To act like I’m not blushing like a fucking retard: “Y-you are too.” Then I ruin it with the whole ‘stuttering at the beginning of my statement’ thing. Oh well. He chuckles, clearly amused and presses a quick kiss against my lips, hands running over my shoulders, down my back and then back around to my chest and stomach. I wonder what he thinks when my skin quivers voluntarily under his fingers. God…his beautiful fingers. I’m in fucking love with his hands.

Surprisingly, my cheeks don’t get any hotter than they are now. I don’t know how he does it but I do know that my pants and boxers are off in about…let’s say…five fucking seconds. I don’t know what to do except stand there. Oh, and feel extremely self-conscious. I’ve never been naked in front of a guy before. I’ve been naked in front of Daphne before but she’s a girl and that was just once, and I guess I’ve been naked in front of my mom before but…again…when I was, like, three and really young. That’s it. And here I am: stark naked in front of the hottest guy on the earth.

I grin. Probably happier then I meant. Happy that he doesn’t think I’m an ugly ass freak that needs to go work out. I’m not muscular. I’m definitely not tan. I don’t work out but I don’t have an ounce of flab on my body. Thank God. And, I guess I’m fucking hot. It must be true if Brian’s telling me so because…he is God. My god anyway. My eyes fly downwards as he undoes his own jeans. I watch, once again immersed in the grace that is Brian ‘really fucking hot’ Kinney. Then his jeans are off with nothing else underneath. NOTHING. Oh fuck. And I didn’t think it was even possible to get any harder than I already am.

I don’t have too long to focus on just how hard I am since his body’s suddenly pressed flush against mine, his lips are eating mine again, and his hips are grinding. His cock is rubbing against mine and the friction is too fucking much. How am I not coming yet? I try not to grip his arms too tightly ‘cause I don’t want to hurt him anymore than he already is and I move my hands to his grip his back but then I remember that I haven’t even gotten a look at his back yet to make sure it’s ok to touch there. So I settle with digging my hands up in his hair. It’s safe there. At least I hope so. It must be ok because he doesn’t pull away when my hands grip so tight into his hair that I think I may pull some out when his hand wanders down between us, fingers curling around my turgid cock.

I bite my lip. I don’t want to come yet. It’s too fucking soon. But I have no choice in the matter. Three pumps and his thump pressing against my slit later, I’m spilling into his hand with a loud, “Brian, fuck!” I wrap my arms around his neck and the arm wrapped around my sweating and lightly shaking body holds me up. His hand releases my cock and it looks so fucking hot covered in my come. The sight awakens my dick and it gets ready for another round. When Brian sucks one of his fingers into his mouth and then another, my cock is ready for another round. Right now. His two fingers slide out and his tongue slides out of his mouth too and I quickly wrap my lips around it, sucking my taste and sticky come off of it. All this come swapping makes me moan, mouth vibrating around his tasteful tongue. His tongue quickly pulls out of my mouth and is replaced with his middle finger and I obediently clean it off and then another finger…and another. I’m hard as a rock and Brian better do something about it soon. As if reading my mind, I’m suddenly being shoved backwards and onto my bed. Him on top of me.

I hate him for being able to talk without stuttering. I feel slightly…abandoned as his body leaves mine and walks over to the screen door. I hope I don’t moan too loud or we’ll definitely be caught. Good thing the camp leader’s cabins are all the way on the opposite side of the row of cabins than ours. I’m suddenly even more proud of myself for getting the cabin the furthest away from everything. I hear a slam and the little light that had been seeping through the screen disappears. So…there is another door and not just a screen door. I hadn’t been paying much attention this afternoon. Brian makes a sound of triumph. But he doesn’t stop there. He goes as far to shove a huge suitcase in front of the door.

Then he’s back and paying attention to me, his body lying over mine and swapping spit with me again. Making out and grinding against each other like the two horny teenagers that we are. I can’t take this anymore, his fingers and dick teasing my dick. He’s doing it on purpose, smirk on his face. I arch underneath him, thrusting more forcefully showing him just how much I want him to speed this ‘Fucking Taylor’s Virginity Away at Church Camp’ mission up. I don’t want to come again until he’s up my ass. I don’t care how much I want to come right now. I don’t care that I’m so hard that it hurts. I need Brian in me now.

He chuckles, hands gripping my hips and holding them tight to the bed to keep me from moving against him. I groan and bang my head against the pillow impatiently. At least I’m not stuttering…or blushing anymore. Maybe him fucking me will solve both of those problems. “You’re already a bossy bottom.” I roll my eyes but smile, struggling to pick my hips up off the bed and rub against him. I need to touch him. But his hands won’t allow it. He’s stronger than I thought. I settle for gently grabbing his wrists instead and pleading him with my eyes to fuck me. It has the desired affect. A few milliseconds later he’s reaching down to the floor for his pants and pulling out a condom and a small bottle of lube.

I watch as he puts the condom on and swallow. This is it. This is the day that I’m no longer little innocent me. Little innocent me who’s never done anything between the sheets. And I’m losing all of this to God. He smiles down at me; sweet, tender and encouragingly. I’ve never seen more of a beautiful smile than that. His fingers are in and out of my ass with a blur of colors behind my eyes and I watch as the lube is slicked over his condom-covered cock. He places my legs on his shoulders and he hovers over me. I link my fingers with his and he doesn’t seem to mind. “Just…go slow…” He kisses me long and slow and it sucks the nervousness out of my body and then he’s pushing in. I grip tightly onto his hands and he stops. Oh, god it hurts.

I let out a long, heavy breath and do what he says. Relaxrelaxrelaxrelax. He smiles down at me and moves forward again, slow like I asked. I moan and I don’t know if it’s in pain or pleasure. I don’t know what the hell I’m feeling right now. I quickly wonder if I’m cutting off the blood circulation to his hands…and I quickly let go of them, grab the sheets instead and hold them in a death grip. My head flies back against the pillows as he eases more and more and then stops. Everything is still and quiet except for my gasping and his heavy breathing. “God, you’re so tight.”

He listens and goes. He starts off slowly and I wonder if this is killing him – going so slow for me. As the pain subsides I raise my hips up to meet his until we establish a rhythm. From then on, nothing’s slow. He’s thrusting hard into me, angling himself just right every now and then to make me a muttering, shaking mess beneath him. I force his lips against mine and I try my best not to grip into his shoulders too hard and my legs somehow fall down around his waist and I hope I’m not gripping him too hard. “Oh, Bri-an, fas-faster.” I don’t even know if he can go any faster than he already is. But, somehow and I’m amazed, he does. He’s moving so fucking fast that I can’t even think.

Now he’s angling himself so he hits there every single time. “God, fuck!” I really hope I’m not screaming too loud. Brian covers my mouth with his and I guess I am being loud…or maybe he just really wants to kiss me. His hips pump harder and I don’t think his dick can get up my ass anymore than it already is and I’m shaking so bad I think I’m having a seizure. I lock my legs tighter around him, his teeth bite hard into my shoulder and I’m coming (“Bri-Brian!”) between our stomachs. A second later Brian’s spent and his hot, sweaty body is resting fully on top of mine.

I almost protest when he pulls out of me. I don’t want him to pull out of me. He should stay there. He belongs there. He doesn’t get off of me though, for which I’m glad. I wrap my arms around him, fingers unconsciously trailing up and down his spine and my face buried into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. When he finally does pick up part of his body off of mine, leaning on his elbows, my arms tense around him to keep him from going anywhere and he grins at me, kissing me again but only for a few seconds.

I’m being totally illogical, of course. If we get caught…I don’t want to even think about the consequences.

Brian laughs at me and rolls off of me in the process. He slowly walks towards the door and I think he does it on purpose just so I can get a chance to stare at his ass longer. He makes a show of pulling the suitcase away from the door and putting it back where he got it in the first place. He walks back towards me when he’s done, picks me up off the bed and pulls me clumsily against him and kisses me long, hard and then pushes me roughly back on the bed again. Horny all over again. “Goodnight, Sunshine.”

I know I sound pitiful and strongly disappointed by the fact that he couldn’t have stayed put and let us take a risk and maybe get caught. He laughs at me again and slips under the covers of his own bed. He falls asleep long before I do because I can’t stop looking at him.

I know what you want
I'm gonna take you to a midnight show tonight
If you can keep a secret
I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind
Midnight Show – The Killers

I wake up to the sound of Marcus barging in and clapping his hands as some type of alarm. For a few seconds I panic because I’m not sure if I’m fully covered by my comforter. After Brian telling me about Marcus last night there was no way I was going to let Marcus seem me stark naked. I’m relived when I see that my comforter is still wrapped tight around my waist. I don’t want him seeing my naked chest either but that’s better than him seeing my cock too. No thanks. I hear Brian murmur something about getting up in five minutes and I smile slightly. I let Marcus know I’m up by sitting up and he quickly leaves to wake up the other cabins. I quickly slip out of bed, take the quickest shower – Thank god the cabins have showers and there aren’t group showers! – and come out of the bathroom all dressed and ready to go.

I grab his bare shoulder and shake him until his eyes slowly peel open. “Marcus was in here?” I grin and nod but his eyes shut again and he covers his face with his pillow. I hear his muffled voice tell me ‘five more minutes…’ and I have a feeling he’s already asleep again. I roll my eyes and stare at his bare chest for a few moments. I bite my bottom lip as my eyes scan the bruises that his father had given him and I can already feel the anger building up inside of me again. My eyes move downwards until they come to the blanket that’s resting just below his narrow hips, a trail of dark hairs teasing under the blanket. I place a hand on his chest; trail my fingers down his soft skin – rigid where scratches are – until I reach the hem of the blanket. I remove the pillow from Brian’s face and throw it on the floor.

I slide my hand under the blanket and wrap my fingers around his morning wood. “I am up.” I smirk and slowly begin pumping my hand up and then down. “I’d say you’re up in more ways than one.” He chuckles slightly but the chuckle quickly turns into a moan as I speed up my hand. His own hand joins mine under the blanket and his fingers wrap around mine and help me speed up the process of jerking him off. I only let him help me, though, because we have to get out of this cabin as soon as possible. Marcus will probably freak if we’re late to breakfast or something. I lean over and press my lips against his and I can imagine what Marcus would say, or what any church leader would say if they walked into our cabin and saw this.

He does as I ask. I like the way he looks, his eyes look, when he’s horny. Pupils dilated, eyes glassy and wanting. Just fucking hot. I lean down and kiss him again. His tongue shoves inside and meets mine, his lips try, once again, to devour mine and I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to last all today without him touching me inappropriately…or touching me at all. He’s breathing hard into my mouth and I move my hand faster. He needs to get off soon or Marcus will probably come and check on us. I press my thumb roughly against his piss hole and he’s done. He comes into the palm of my hand moaning my name and sweat making his skin glisten under the rays of the sun seeping through our window.

Ok, for one, I don’t know how the hell Justin pulled off that ‘good morning, Brian’ hand job without blushing. Secondly, I hate the fact that Marcus had come into our room. Thirdly, I’ll have to reward Justin tonight for the wake up call because, by the looks of it, he’s now the unsatisfied victim here. I take a quick shower and am pleased to see that Justin left me more than enough hot water and then get dressed. Justin looks more irresistible then usual, probably because I fucked him last night, in tight jeans and an illegally tight black shirt. Before leaving the cabin, I grab him by the front of said shirt and pull him in for a long, deep kiss that I want him to remember all fucking day because if he remembers it all fucking day then he’ll be horny all fucking day and when he looks horny all fucking day than…my day will be pleasant.

When I pull away and see the look in his eyes I see I have accomplished my task. “I’d love to say thank you for the nice wake up call…but we’ll have to wait till later so that means, you’ll have to settle with that.” He looks up at me pleadingly, hands holding onto my hips and his swollen lips screaming at me to kiss them and devour them and make them mine. “Please, Brian, we don’t need breakfast…” I smile down at him and am almost tempted to take him up on the offer but decide against it. At night it was risky enough but in the middle of the day? Plus, Marcus would probably flip out of Justin didn’t show up at breakfast and come here and find us fucking and then call our parents. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Sunshine.” He rolls his eyes and mutters, “I don’t care” and then proceeds to press our lips together again.

He’s very convincing but I push him away. He has no idea how much this is killing me.

“Justin – I want to fuck you so hard right now. I want to fuck you all day. I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe, speak, or walk. I want to fuck. You. But, I can’t. Marcus might walk in and ask to join in on the action.”

A horrified look suddenly dawns on Justin’s face and he covers his face with his hands. “EWW. Fucking gross, Brian! Fuck you! Never say that again or I’ll…”

I laugh and pry his hands away from his face. He shouldn’t cover up something so hot. “I’m sorry. Forgive me. How ‘bout this for a mental image: you bent over one of the pews in the worship center tonight at twelve.” By the look on his face I can tell he has forgiven me for giving him the disturbing mental image of Marcus joining us for a threesome. I can tell because his eyes get all hazy, unfocused, glazed over with want and need for, who I’m assuming, me. His lips also turn up into this shy little grin. So, all in all, he gets this look on his face that shouts: ‘Brian Kinney fuck me now’. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. Our last one for the morning, I’m guessing and we both make it worthwhile. It’s only when his hand is trying to slip into my jeans that I pull away.

I grin and gently push him away before either of us decided to kiss again and things get out of control. I can only push him away so much. “Let’s go. Marcus probably made you a special breakfast so you wouldn’t have to eat the nasty food that they make here.” He crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes. A grimace falls onto his face and he walks ahead of me out the door. He does, however, wait for me to catch up with him half-way to the dining building. I’m slightly tempted to grab his hand for a split second before I remind myself where exactly we are. When we get inside Marcus smiles at us (Justin mostly) enthusiastically. “Good morning, guys.”

I almost roll my eyes. It would’ve been a better morning if I could’ve sunk my dick in a certain blond’s ass. For some reason, Justin smiles brightly up at the church leader, all white teeth and beautiful. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? “Good morning, Marcus.” He practically sings it and even pats the man on the arm before leading the two of us to the same table we sat at least night. In the back. When we both sit down, him across from me, I glare at him from across the table. I think I’m jealous. No, I know I’m jealous and I don’t want to be jealous because…me jealous because of Marcus? Fucking retarded.

I bat my eyes and make my voice all high-pitched for extra affect. He smiles slightly.

He frowns, disgusted look making itself apparent on his face once more. “Can you stop saying that? That’s so disgusting and why the hell are you acting so jealous? I’m trying to be nice to him so I can ask him if I can go to the worship center after it closes so I can have some time for myself to pray and think since my grandmother is sick and I don’t feel comfortable being with other people while I’m praying for her.” I blink and by the look on his face I can tell he’s dead serious. Then a huge smiles plasters onto his face and he shines his smile directly on me. “I mean…if you were serious about fucking me on one of the pews.”

“What’d you do about it? If I did work ‘that kind of magic’ on Marcus?”

I grin, knowing full well that he would never, NEVER, give Marcus a hand job. He probably wouldn’t even give him a kiss on the forehead. I stare at him for a moment before answering. “If you did do that first I’d tie to my bed and punish you by torturing you. Then, I’d fuck you. Hard.” His face takes on the look again and he shifts in his seat. “H-how would you torture me?” I grin. “I’m sorry but I don’t think that we’re in the right place for a discussion like this one. Plus, I’m trying to eat. I need my protein.” I take a bite out of my sausage as if to emphasize this point. He moans. Just soft enough for me only to hear it. “I can think of another way to give you protein, Kinney.”

I watch as he looks down at his plate. He doesn’t have sausage. He has bacon. He send me a sweet smile.

The day flew by slowly. It was hard to make it through the day if you had Brian sending you little looks throughout the entire day, or telling you what he was going to do to you while you were trying to eat, or just looking like he does. I had a very hard, in more ways than one, time focusing all day. Except when we were all herded into the worship center for the nightly praise and worship time that went on from nine to eleven. Then everyone was told to go to bed and the lights had to be out by the time someone made the nightly rounds at twelve. The church leader stops walking and turns to face me, smiling suddenly sliding up onto his face. I wait until everyone files out of the building before asking Marcus my question.

Brian passes me with a small smile and I watch as he heads, by himself, towards our cabin.

“Umm…I was wondering if would be ok if I stayed her a little but longer…by myself. You see, my grandmother is in the hospital and she’s dying of cancer and, sometimes, I get a little emotional while praying for her and…I’d really like to be alone and pray for her and this seems like the right place to do it.”

“Of course you can, Justin. I’ll make sure to tell the other leaders so you don’t get in trouble. I’m very sorry about your grandmother. I hope she makes it through.”

I tell him that I just have to get something from my room and then I’ll come back and he nods and begins walking to the Church leader cabin. I quickly walk towards my cabin. Brian’s lying on his bed reading a magazine. He looks up when I enter. I grin at him and jump next to him on the bed. “He totally bought the grandmother story. You should’ve seen the look on his face when I told him. He looked so fucking sympathetic.” Brian smirks. “Good work, Sunshine. Now get your ass over there and start praying.” I grin and press my lips against his before leaving. When I pull away I’m hard, needy, and extremely wanting.

Marcus finally comes around my cabin at exactly twelve. We exchange ‘goodnights’ and then he leaves. I have a feeling that he doesn’t like me very much, which is ok with me because I hate the fucking asshole. A few minutes after he leaves I swing out of bed still clad in what I’ve been wearing all day and look out the door. Marcus isn’t anywhere in sight so I quietly walk out and hurry towards the large building that is the worship center. A dim light is on inside and I softly knock on the door once I reach the destination. I look around me, ears alert, incase Marcus decides to just…appear. The worship center door swings open and I’m suddenly being pulled inside by an eager Justin.

I laugh softly. I suddenly realize why it’s so dim in here. There were candles lit, there wasn’t an actual light on. The flickering light bouncing on and off of Justin’s face as he moves makes all of this even hotter and I can’t stand to not be inside him much longer. “I’ve come to comfort you because of your grandmother.” He grins up at me, arms encircling my neck and his body rubs wantonly against mine. “That’s very kind of you.” I smile, pull away, which makes a crestfallen look come onto his face, and turn to face the door. I quickly lock it and see that the disappointed look has been replaced with an excited smile. I grab him by the waist and pull him against my body again.

“I’m going to ask you, on a scale of one to ten, how sad you are about your poor grandmother and whatever number you say is how hard I’m going to fuck you.”

Good boy. I grab his hand and drag him down the aisle of the worship center until we’re at the very first pew and I give him my most commanding look. “Take off your clothes.” He smiles and does as he’s asked. First he toes off his shoes and socks. Second, his shirt is lifted up over his head and thrown on the floor mercilessly. Then his hands slowly undo the buttons on his jeans and it’s taking fucking forever. “Faster, Justin.” His hands speed up and his pants are quickly kicked away. There’s nothing underneath and I meet his eyes with mine. “How long have you been walking around with nothing underneath your jeans?”

He takes a step closer to me and his hands lift my shirt up over my head. Suddenly, he’s turning me around so that my back is facing him. “What are you doing?” His hands hold onto my waist so I can’ turn around and his lips press gently to my back. “I never got a chance to see your back last night,” His fingers trail down my spine, slow and gently and I mentally curse when my skin shakes beneath the pads of his fingers. Then his lips are following and I know he’s giving me more of his lip therapy like he had to my scars and scratches last night. I tilt my head back just slightly and let my eyes shut. His lips and hands on me feel fucking good and there’s no way I can stop him from doing this to speed things up because I find that, as ridiculous as it sounds, it does make me feel better.

He sounds angry and sad at the same time. His voice is oddly quiet and maybe, if I’m hearing correctly, choked up. His lips continue to brush across my back until I can’t take not seeing his face any longer. I grab his hands to keep them on my waist and slowly turn around. He lets me and I see, regretfully, tears in his eyes at the fact that someone’s been hurting me. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. No one’s ever actually showed that they’ve felt sorry for me. No one’s every made a point to let me know that they care about me. Justin would be a first. I cup his face in my hands and press my lips against his. I pull back and study his face for a few seconds. His eyes still hold unshed tears for me, ME, and I smile.

He grins up at me and pulls me down for another kiss. His hands begin shedding me of my pants and I toe off my shoes and socks before kicking my pants away somewhere next to all his clothes. I pull our bodies together, hot skin against hot skin, and force his lips against mine. I pull back and reach down for my pants where a condom and my lube sit snug. When I’m standing upright again he pulls me in for another kiss, which I understand. I’ve come to the understanding that it’s hard for the both of us to keep our hands and, especially, our mouths off of each other. I hand him the condom wrapper. “Put it on me.” He quickly does so and then looks up at expectantly. I sit down on the front row pew and pull him on top of me, him straddling me like I want him to.

I open the lube and squirt a generous amount in my hands, warm it up, and apply it to my cock, which was very hard to do considering that Justin’s lips were somewhere on me the entire time. I wipe my hands on the pew seat and then grab his hips. He lifts up on his knees until he’s hovering over my cock, his hands buried in my hair, and slowly eased down. He pauses for a moment once the head of my dick is inside of him and then forcefully sits himself on my cock. “Ohh – fucking god.” I agree with him and tilt my head back and listen to his, our, heavy breathing as he gets used to the sensation of me filling him. I lift my head again and meet his uncertain eyes.

Oh, fucking god. He’s being serious. His fucking innocence turns me on way more than it should.

His lips crash against mine and he does as I say. He moves slowly at first as his lips move furiously against mine and then he just…slams down. Fast and hard and, “Fuck, Jesus Christ, Justin!” He does it again and I guess he likes the reaction he got out of me the first time. I grip his hips tight and help slam him down on my cock. When his head tilts backwards, one of his hands is gripping onto the pew behind my head and the other is gripping tightly to my arm as he continues to rise up and then slam down, I attack his neck with my mouth. I realize that in the morning there are probably going to be hundreds of hickies covering his skin beautifully. All because of me. He groans and I bite harder. “Bri-Brian – close.” I release one of his hips and grab his cock instead and begin pumping him for all that it’s worth.

He moves up and down exactly three more times and I’m coming. I yell out his name, loud, and I hope no one else heard it outside. If so, we’re both fucked. And not in a life affirming, positive way either. I slip out of him and, again, he groans in disappointment and I distract him by kissing him long, hard and rough. It works. It also makes both of us half-hard again. I pull away from him and we both get up off the pew. I would’ve fucked him again but I only brought one condom with me. So the two of us get dressed, both stopping every five seconds to kiss each other or just touch. Either way, it takes us fucking forever to get our clothes back on.

Justin giggles – yes, giggles – and nods towards the large cross on the wall. On the cross is a statue of Jesus nailed to it. Justin smiles over at me.