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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max
  Character:
      David, Max, Neil, Nikki
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, NSFW, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, dubcon
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-27 Updated: 2017-05-06 Chapters: 5/? Words: 26222
****** Hugs ******
by JunebugPancakes
Summary
     Revenge. David was always making Max do stupid shit. But this time
     he'd gone too far, and was about to get a taste of his own medicine.
***** Roped In *****
Max couldn't be forced into anything.
He was as stubborn as an ass and stood as firm as an oak about everything - he
would have made a good Woodscout had he cared about anything ever. This was the
kid, after all, who got shanked in the back and hardly batted an eye. A real
hard ass who could and would destroy those who messed with him.
David was about to find this out.
Today was high ropes camp day at Camp Campbell. The suspended obstacle course
circled the entire perimeter of the lake and at the finish line had a zip line
that led straight back to the start, but went downwards into the lake so one
would end it by trekking out of the shallow water. It was a fun way to be
challenged and then cool off with a refreshing dip in fresh lake water.
Max, however, didn't see it this way. Max thought that, like everything else at
Camp Campbell, this was stupid and a waste of his time and energy. Sure,
exercising was important if he ever wanted to beat the living fuck out of
David, but he decided that the best time for that was on his own terms. Plus,
rope courses meant wearing those stupid harnesses and that meant it would have
to be applied by an 'adult', I.E.: David. And there was no way, he was going to
voluntarily allow that self-righteous moron of a man put his pasty hands all
over him, let alone come anywhere close to him with a set of restraints. And
really, Max simply wanted to make David's life difficult with his defiance at
this point.
Soon enough, the time came for the campers to make their way to the high ropes
course. Every child was rounded up from their tents and herded like sheep
towards their daily activity. David and Gwen were the shepherds.
"Aren't you just so excited, Gwen?" exclaimed David in his typical cheerful
voice. God, the sound of it was like nails on a chalkboard.
"Thrilled," Gwen monotoned in response, not giving him the luxury of a glance.
"Our campers are earning their right of passage," he continued, almost sing-
song. He sighed nostalgically, "Ah, I remember my first time on the ropes
course. 'Course things were different back then! Our ropes were lower and we
didn't have the zip line we have today - no sir! - we had to take the 'Leap of
Faith' straight on into the lake!"
"For the love of - You tell this story every single time we do the ropes
course! And swim in the lake, and even touch a rope!"
Max spoke up, "Yeah, no one wants to hear your shitty stories, David."
"Now Max, Gwen, is that any attitude to have for only the best day of the whole
year?"
"The best day?" Max huffed, "I wasn't aware your funeral was planned for
today."
David either elected not to hear that, or genuinely missed it due to his blind
excitement. The group came to a full stop at the base of a thick wooden post
that extended up into the heights of the trees. Sloppily tied to it were
decrepit lengths of worn rope which all looked near to breaking. Rotting wooden
planks made a bridge between the first part of the course to the next, which
was a web-like obstacle course wherein the obstacles were stones tied to the
rope and some very unhappy crows which perched there regularly. After that,
rope monkey bars (with no safety net underneath) extended to a climbing
challenge made of actual rocks somehow bolted to another thick wooden post. The
course went on like this; and taking one look at it, Neil threw his arms up in
outrage and disgust.
"Oh fuck no! This is a law suit waiting to happen and I am not gonna be the kid
that falls and splatters on the ground causing it."
David knelt down to Neil's height and put his arm around the boy's shoulders,
"Come on, Neil, the only thing this is, is an opportunity at some good healthy
exercise!"
"I did not come here to get 'good healthy exercise'," Neil retorted, throwing
David's arm off himself.
"Then it's an added bonus! I bet when you get home all fit after science camp,
your parents will let you come back every single year!"
Neil began spouting an incredible stream of protests, but once again David was
selectively deaf and managed to get the child who was blinded with rage into a
harness in two point five seconds. Before he knew it, Neil was on a team with
Nikki and was scaling a widely-spaced teamwork ladder up to the ropes.
Nerris and Harrison were paired, Dolph and Ered somehow ended up together, and
finally Nurf and Preston got teamed. This left Max as the odd one out. He
smirked to himself and leaned back against the trunk of a tree.
"Aw geez Max, are you the last one?" David inquired as he looked about for
perhaps a spare camper, but Space Kid was out of commission for a while with a
belly full of rocks and a few chipped teeth.
"Well I guess that means I can't participate since this course is physically
impossible without a partner," he remarked.
"Absolutely not!" David exclaimed. Max gave a snide grin which immediately
disappeared upon the man continuing his statement. "I'll be your partner!" he
finished with a twinkle in his eye.
"You have got to be fucking kidding m-" Max's sentence was cut when an arm
coiled tight around his torso and lifted him up to the counselor's side.
"I will stand at nothing in order to help you have a great summer, Max!"
In another two and a half seconds, Max found himself fighting against being
slipped into restraints. David's hands touching him all over was seriously
skeeving him out to the point of goose bumps. If only Nikki were down here, and
not already halfway done with the course, to sink her canines into his grubby
graspers. His swatting was getting him nowhere, but it did manage to delay
David's record harnessing time from two point five all the way to three full
seconds. Still, Max had lost that battle. But he would not lose the war.
"I'm not climbing," he stated objectively. David ignored him and headed over to
the course start with the camper tucked under his arm.
David was so tall that he had no problem climbing the teamwork ladder himself.
He attached Max's harness to the back of his where Max dangled deadweight and
impudent, decidedly having no part in any of this.
Through each part of the course, David encouraged Max and talked to him as if
he were actually pulling his weight. By the time they were only a quarter
through the course, Max was genuinely impressed with how utterly brainless
David seemed to be. After all, it was even more 'discouraging' to hear baseless
praise than to have the man just ignore his defiance. There was no reason for
him not to shut up right now. Max fantasized about unclasping his hook and
dropping to his death.
After a couple hours of traversing the seemingly infinite ropes, every other
team had completed their run and Gwen faced the challenge of undoing each of
their wet harnesses and then releasing them back into the lake where they had
collectively decided they wanted to be. Max and David were the last ones up
and, consequently, the last ones down. This meant everyone who had finished
were now at the bottom, and they all chanted both cheers and jeers at the pair.
"Just listen to those words of encouragement!" David said.
'Push him off, Max!', 'Take the plunge!', 'I think I was just bitten by a
snake!'
Max remained indifferent.
"Alright, Max," David began, removing the child from his back and attaching him
to the zipline, "I know it's sad, but only one person allowed on the zipline at
a time, so you'll have to go it alone-"
"So help me, David, if you put me on that death trap, I will single-handedly
make sure your life is a living hell until the day you die."
"Don't be scared, buddy!" David cheerfully replied.
"I am not sca- aaahh!" And thus, Max was released from David's grasp and sent
barreling down the zipline at top speed.
"Bon Voyage!" the counselor called out from behind. His voice was drowned out
by Max's shrill screaming. The boy was plunged into the freezing cold waters of
the lake, fully clothed. The instant he touched the water, he went entirely
limp - figuring if he drowned himself, David would be charged with murder and
undoubtedly discover the meaning of 'jailbait'. To his dismay, Gwen rescued him
within moments and relieved him of his harness.
Sopping wet and humiliated, Max stood on the lake's edge listening to the
laughter of every other camper. As David connected himself to the zipline and
prepared for takeoff, Max's mint green eyes narrowed. His blood began to boil
underneath his skin. His fists clenched at his sides and he grit his teeth.
David soon came crashing down into the water with a splash that sunk Neil in a
tidal wave. Max glared at the man long and hard, practically burning holes into
his head. When Neil resurfaced, David ruffled the kid's hair and gave a high-
spirited laugh. A few of Max's abstract thoughts that flashed through his mind
in that moment were torture, annihilate, and slaughter. He heaved a breath,
trembling with rage. That man was going to suffer for this. As promised, Max
was going to make his life pure. living. hell.
And that was how it all started.
***** Snake in the Grass *****
So far, David must have thought he was off the hook. Things continued as mostly
normal, camp activities went ahead, no riots ensued, David continued to wake up
alive each morning, no attempts at escape had occurred, Nikki and Neil were
their normal selves - but Max was quiet. He went along with everything without
complaint (albeit at bare minimum effort), which was very much out of the
ordinary.
At lunch every day in the mess hall, he sat at the end of the table glaring
into his food like it had insulted his mother. Sometimes he would run the tip
of his knife through it, creating a long channel where gravy seeped out into
the rest of the tray. He imagined it was David's throat, but his plans would
have to be a lot less sloppy. The day before, he had decided that he didn't
want to kill David, but to subject him to a fate worse than death. Max wanted
to make sure David knew exactly the amount of torture he himself endured day in
and day out at that godforsaken camp. He wanted David to feel frustration and
anger and hatred, and see how long it took him to finally snap.
But how?
It had been nearly a week since that fateful day and he had no such luck
deciding how to make that pathetic excuse of a man suffer. People were starting
to notice his withdrawal. He'd never been compliant for this long without
ulterior motives. That day at lunch, Nikki was the first to acknowledge it out
loud.
"Hey Max," she began. Max paused from where he was carving a pentagram into the
wooden table and met her eyes with daggers in his own. She continued
heedlessly, "Are you ever gonna get back at David for making you do that ropes
course?"
"Yeah, you don't usually let that stuff go," Neil added, "but you've been
letting him walk all over you since then."
Max didn't reply for a nearly a full minute, and the other two had gone back to
eating until he finally spoke up, "I'm just waiting."
The other two gave inquisitive looks, Nikki with her cheeks full of food.
"Revenge is best served cold."
There was a moment of silence.
"Unlike whatever this stuff is!" Nikki chimed in, giving a wide grin toward her
lunch before continuing to shovel it into her face. The boys stared at her with
varying levels of confusion. Max then turned his attention down to his
unfinished pentagram once again and gripped his knife so hard, the plastic
broke in his hand. David.
After lunch, things went on uninterrupted. Neither of Max's companions asked
any more questions and David, as always, was Captain Oblivious. Their post-
lunch activity for the day was rock skipping. What an agonizingly stupid thing
to include as a camp activity. Whether it was classified as a camp sub-activity
or as a full blown camp, no one was really sure.
Max had collected a handful of smooth rocks he'd intended to use for skipping
and one jagged one he considered engulfing in a campfire and then using it to
carve his name into David's skin - so that he never forgot who not to fuck
with. He smirked at it only briefly before a rough pat to his back caused him
to drop everything he was holding.
"Love the enthusiasm, Max!" David's horrendously jolly voice exclaimed from
behind. Max froze on spot. "Looks like those high ropes taught you a thing or
two about the importance of participation!" The man trotted away after that,
leaving the boy to simmer in even more rage. In an instant, Max had the stone
back in his hand and was wound back to hurl it at David's head, but stopped in
his his tracks. The time was not right. Not here, not now; but tonight was the
night. He didn't know how, but he was going to get back at David if it killed
him.
He took three deep breaths and aimed the stone at the water instead. It skipped
a total of... infinity times, given that it went so far everyone eventually
lost sight of it. Max received a round of applause, and an appropriate amount
of cheering from Nikki. The sigh he heaved out after that manifested as a growl
as he stomped away to look for another torture rock to replace the one he just
spent.
A fair distance away from the others, Max returned to the place he had
initially found the almost-murder-weapon and searched for another. This area
was surrounded by boulders which made a bay in the water where only the high
tides could reach. Max slipped down into the divot in terrain and browsed the
selection of sharp stones.
Amongst the rocks, a low hissing sound emanated from a dark space. Max's
searching hand slowed as his eyes followed the sound to a crevice between two
large, flat stones. He raised his eyebrows and stood up straight, dusting off
his hands on his jeans. Slowly, he approached the nook with keen interest.
He carefully lifted the top stone away to reveal a water moccasin poised in
strike mode. Startled by the light, it retracted a bit, seeming to be giving
Max one final chance to escape. Max jumped in his skin, but remembered not to
make any sudden moves. His eyes twinkled. A cruel grin spread across his face.
This was perfect.
The boy lowered the rock back down to its previous position and then bolted
away, leaping over the boulders, in the direction of his tent to find something
to capture it with. He returned with an empty pickle jar with holes punched in
the lid that Nikki had been using for her bug collection. The bugs that were
contained within are probably currently rejoicing in their regained freedom to
all their friends. This took priority. Nikki would understand.
He returned to the rock pool to find the snake disappeared but not gone as he
heard its hissing from inside a narrow hole that hadn't been there before. The
boy thought for a second. He utilized the future snake prison as a water scoop
and emptied it down the hole. After a few moments of accepting the underwater
home, the snake surfaced to breathe and Max made to capture it posthaste.
The capture was a success! The snake coiled up in the bottom of the jar,
pressing its nose against the glass and flashing its cottonmouth to its captor.
Celebratory of his quick wits, Max pulled down one eyelid and stuck his tongue
out at his inmate.
He chuckled, "I think I'll call you Venom."
Utterly pleased with himself, Max carried Venom back to his tent and hid him
under his pillow, then quickly returned to the stone-skipping extravaganza.
Neil was the only one who had noticed his absence.
"Dude, you were gone for like thirty minutes, where were you?"
"A wise felon never reveals his crime," Max said, shoving his hands in his
pockets. This would be the last day he would have to play along with David's
bullshit activities ever again. "Are you staying hydrated, Neil?"
"Wha- dude, what?"
Max smiled cruelly, "Let's go refill our canteens."
***** After All You've Done to Blackmail Me *****
It was almost shower time. Nikki, Neil, and Max were in their tent gathering up
their bathroom supplies before heading out. In each of their pockets was a
small tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, and floss. Mouthwash was the only
luxury provided, but the rumor was that it had been a mandatory install after
so many campers got cavities from camp food.
"Guys, seriously, hurry up! I don't know if I can hold it much longer," said
Neil with his hands in his lap and his legs crossed. Max sniggered.
"Patience is a virtue, Neil," he said more to himself than Neil.
"Yeah well, tell that to my kitten bladder!"
Nikki threw her towel over her shoulder and undid her ponytails, letting her
long hair fall back together. "Alright, you guys, let's go. Gotta make space
for tomorrow's fresh dirt!"
Max grabbed his towel as well which concealed the snake prison from his two
friends. He ran a hand through his curly locks and grinned as they all left
their tent and headed to the camp bath house.
It was a relatively short walk through the forest and down a gravel path until
they came upon a building just about the size of the mess hall. On the right
was the girl's bathroom and on the left was the boy's bathroom. Sometimes Nikki
used both when there were no counselors around to stop her. The boys didn't
question or mind when she used their bathroom so long as she didn't take too
long in the shower. Gwen and David were there this time, however, to regulate
good bathroom habits. And so she bid goodbye to the boys before heading into
the girl's bathroom for her shower.
Max and Neil entered the boy's room and Neil bolted to the closest toilet (he
refused to use the urinals at that camp because one time, Nurf was in the bath
house with him and took the liberty of stuffing him inside the one he'd just
used without having flushed it. Never again). The sigh of relief echoed
throughout the whole bath house. Max was pretty sure Nikki heard it on her side
because her laugh also echoed through the whole building. Shaking his head, Max
walked past Neil toward the showers.
There were three showers in the bath house and there was usually always a line,
but they had arrived quite late and the last few campers were using them before
them. There was one shower open at the moment and it was the 'big shower',
which was what they called the handicapped shower. The shower was bigger,
sported hand rails, and had a lot more floor space to it. Max took this one.
Locking the door behind him, Max set Venom's jar on the wooden bench that hung
on the left wall. He undressed, grabbed a bar of soap, and took a two minute
shower - since that's all the while hot water lasted there before ice started
coming from the nozzle instead.
Just as he finished, he heard the toilet flush and another sigh of relief from
Neil. The stall was now free. Max smirked as he listened to Neil go to brush
his teeth while waiting for a shower to be free.
After Max dried off, he got dressed right away in his shower stall, as he would
need to conceal the snake in the towel once again. He left the shower and
changed places with Neil, but before he went to brush his teeth, he waited for
Neil to shut the door and then took a detour to the toilet stall he'd just been
in.
The boy worked quickly, kneeling down to unscrew the lid of the jar and keeping
it there until he was ready to release it into the toilet. He quickly shut the
toilet lid down so that the snake didn't escape, but it would be perfectly
happy there in the water until Neil had to go again. He always used the same
stall - the first one closest to the door, and provided that no one else got
there first (which they shouldn't because everyone had already had their
bathroom time and were on their way to bed now), he'd be there with Neil when
he found it.
Making sure to keep the jar hidden still so that he was not questioned, Max
left the stall and went to brush his teeth as normal.
By the time Neil came out of the shower, Max was done and waiting by the door
with his towel under his arm and leaning against the wall. Neil took a moment
to fill up his canteen from the sink as he'd been doing all day under Max's
supervision.
"Alright, dude, let's head back," Neil said, adjusting his towel hat that was
drying his afro and throwing the strap of his canteen around his shoulder. Max
nodded and they both exited the bath house to find Nikki kindly waiting on
them. David had left for bed and it had just been Gwen waiting on them to
finish. Neil took a drink out of his newly refilled canteen.
"Alright, g'night kids," she said before turning to leave.
"Goodnight, Gwen! Sleep well!" Max said in a bright voice.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Nikki asked Max as they all started back
to their tent.
"What? I can't be happy without some ulterior motive?" he joked, knowing full
well that was indeed the case. One arm around the jar/towel and the other hand
shoved in his pajama pocket, Max walked with his head high and it slightly
concerned both of his friends who were too afraid to question him any further.
...
The whole stadium was cheering for him.
"Max! Max! Max! Max!"
Just this one free shot would win them the game if he made it into the goal.
"Max! Max! Max! Max!"
Taking a deep breath, the boy took a few steps back and got a running start. He
kicked the disembodied David head with every ounce of force in his body and the
'ball' went flying towards the goalie.
"Max!" A sharp pain struck his cheek, waking him from his dream.
"Ow, what the fuck, man?" Max groaned, sitting up in his sleeping bag and
rubbing the tender spot where Neil had struck him.
"Nature's calling," the other admitted, suggesting that Max come with him to
the bathroom.
"Aw man. I was about to win the championships." He dragged himself out of bed
and groped around for his flashlight in the dark.
"Yeah well, I'm about to lose the battle with nature. Hurry up!"
"Yeah yeah, keep your pants on, I'm coming." Max rubbed the sleep out of his
eyes and unzipped the tent door, allowing Neil to go first.
They made their way through the woods and down the gravel path until they
arrived once again at the bath house. The exterior light was always on at night
so that the campers could find their way, but they had to turn on and off the
lights inside to save Campbell money on power. Once they got close, Neil broke
into a jog and rushed into the building, leaving Max dragging behind. He'd made
it through the front door just as Neil's stall door closed.
Leaning against the wall by the door, Max had a lazy smirk. He didn't have to
wait long for Neil to scream at the top of his lungs at the sight of a water
moccasin coiled up in his favourite toilet.
"Max, there's a fucking snake in here!" he shouted, running back out of the
stall with his hands over his privates.
"Oh no! I guess I'll have to go get David! He'll know what to do," Max said,
holding back a chuckle as he turned and left the building.
Max took his sweet time strolling casually down the way to the counselor's
cabin where both Gwen and David slept. Gwen had the right wing where David had
the left, each had their own bathroom, but they had a shared kitchen and
sitting room. Max got approximately thirty feet away before he started taking
rapid breaths and ran the rest of the way so that he would look panicked.
He approached the front door and banged on it as hard as he could, "Help, help!
David, I need help!" Gwen slept with ear plugs as she could not care less what
happened to the campers after hours.
That was odd, there was no response.
Max banged on the door again, "David, this is serious! I need your help!"
"Come back later!" a croaky voice replied.
"Excuse me? This is an emergency! There's a snake in the bathrooms! Get out
here!"
"I'll take care of it in the morning, alright? It's fine, just go in the woods
- nature is your friend! Gwen and I are trying to sleep."
Okay, that was definitely unacceptable, and not to mention suspicious. Max's
plan had been to get David out of his cabin so that he could search through his
things for some dirt to expose to the whole camp and teach him what it felt
like to be humiliated. But that couldn't happen if David wouldn't leave his
cabin.
Max grumbled and produced a bobby pin he'd taken from Nikki's stash. He used it
whenever he wanted to get into the kitchen and into the counselors' secret
snack stash. A handy tool anytime.
He unlocked the door and stormed inside to bang on David's door specifically.
"David, there is a fucking snake in the bath house and Neil will piss himself
before he uses any other toilet. Unless you feel like washing his piss-wet
clothes, I suggest you handle this right now," Max snarled at the barrier
between them.
"Now is really not a good time, Max. Please tell him he can use my bathroom if
he really wants, but I'm trying to sleep, alright?"
Uh, no.
In a heartbeat, Max picked the lock on David's door as well, flipped the
lights, and was beside his bed fuming with rage. David covered up to just below
his eyes and was as pale as a ghost.
"Max, you shouldn't be in here! This is my private cabin, I won't ask you again
- please leave me alone. Why doesn't Nikki take care of it? She loves that kind
of thing," David croaked, cowering under the blankets.
"Oh no, you are the counselor and there is a deadly reptile in one of the
fucking toilets that we have to use. Get out there and do your goddamn job, or
I'm telling Campbell and you'll be fired!"
David furrowed his brow at him, "Max, leave right now!"
"No!" Hot with rage, Max gripped tight on David's blanket and jerked it all the
way off the bed.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Max froze in absolute shock. David, who was now beet red in the face, was stark
naked and had his hand wrapped around his very hard cock. In the next instant,
he scrambled to cover himself up once again, pulling the blanket up from the
ground where Max had dropped it.
"Max," David shouted, throwing an arm out and pointing at the door, "out!"
Silence resonated between them. Out of all the embarrassing things Max thought
he might find in David's room, this wasn't a possibility he considered. Oh, but
it was so much better. Max shook away his shock. He returned David's glare and
huffed.
"No. You get out there and do your fucking job - get rid of that snake, or the
whole camp is going to know about this. I am not just going to let you finish
rubbing one out while there is a venomous snake about to bite Neil's dick off."
Max stormed over to the bedroom door and stood with his arms crossed. "I mean
it, let's go. Right now."
David was silent for a moment before putting his face in his hand and pinching
the bridge of his nose. "Fine, Max, just- geez, just let me get dressed."
Another pause.
"I'm waiting," said Max expectantly.
David groaned as he realized Max wasn't even going to let him dress in peace.
With an accompanying sigh, the man reached for his discarded pajamas over the
side of the bed and tried his best to get dressed under the shield of the
blankets. Max never moved his piercing stare the whole time, watching intently
with hawk's eyes. Finally, David grabbed his flashlight and a pair of leather
gloves and set out into the night with Max trailing close behind.
They arrived back at the bath house to find Neil standing in the hall beside
the stretch of stalls with a wet stain in his pants and tears in his eyes.
"What took you so long?" he asked, sniffling.
"Jesus Christ, Neil, really?" Max groaned. "Told you, David."
"Aw Neil," David sighed and walked up to the crying boy and knelt down to
console him. He patted his back and rubbed his hair. "It's alright buddy,
accidents happen."
"Fuck you, David!" Neil snapped, punching David away and crossing his arms. He
stormed over to stand beside Max with wet shoes. He grumbled low, "Fuck you
too, Max."
"Hey man, you don't even know what I just had to witness to get him back here-"
"Max!" David yelped, marching over to him and getting down to his knees, "don't
say another word, okay? I - I'll let you sit out of inner tubing tomorrow,
okay?"
"Hmm..." Max pondered the offer for a moment, then grinned. "All of tomorrow's
activities."
"Max... I can't do th-"
"David was in his bed, j-"
"Alright, alright! Okay, you're exempt from all of tomorrow's activities. Just
don't say anything, please."
"You got it, Davey!"
David breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, then went back to the stall and
worked on coaxing the snake out of the toilet.
"Geez, man, what'd you do?" Neil asked, mouth ajar with surprise.
Max smirked and stuffed both hands in his pockets. "I've got David wrapped
around my little finger."
***** Don't Bite the Hand that Jerks You *****
Chapter Notes
     Aaand here it is! I hope the shitty wait was worth it for 15k of
     suffering. I haven't even read all the comments that have been left
     on this for anxiety reasons but recently I opened one of my ao3
     emails for a comment begging me to continue and the spark of creative
     determination flared up in me again. Don't worry friends, I have
     absolutely no intention of letting this die come hell and high water.
     The Hugs will continue until the very end. Enjoy!
Not that he regretted it or anything, for blackmail reasons, but there was an
obvious problem with what he'd seen in David's cabin that night. A piece of
what little innocence he had left died and in its place was a very... adult
feeling.
Puberty had loudly introduced itself, bringing in its wake a hormonal gift;
from where he was laying on top of his cot, Max stared down at the tent in his
pajama pants with unyielding disgust.
Ever since the instant he'd seen David's exposed shame, Max hadn't been able to
take the image out of his mind. It was something like three in the morning and
it had been a few hours since the whole thing went down. The silence of the
nighttime amplified his thoughts, making it impossible to sleep under these
conditions.
Frustrated and sleepy, he wondered if it would be so bad to take care of it
just for the sake of removing it from his mind. Neil and Nikki were sound
asleep. He'd sat up and checked before even starting to consider anything.
Max pressed his lips together. He extended a nervous hand out to touch his
hardness. It was entirely alien to him. With just the gentlest touch, his cock
twitched in anticipation and a sharp gasp escaped him. He recoiled his hand
momentarily in surprise, then reached it out again to give his erection a soft
squeeze.
Felt nice. Slightly emboldened, he pulled away his pants and underwear to
expose his member to the open. The sight of his own body's natural reactions
admittedly frightened him a little, mostly because it was something about
himself that he had little control over. Still cautious, Max dragged his hand
down to the base of his cock and then up to the tip. A shiver encompassed him,
making him release a sigh.
He pictured it again - the humiliation in David's eyes, his red face, his lithe
body and hard cock - it was so wrong. David was the bane of his existence, and
not to mention a grown man. He was... He...
God what the fuck? Was he honestly sitting there fantasizing about David? That
repulsive ray of sunshine was the reason his body was betraying him. David
caused this.
And yet, no matter how many times Max attempted to reason with himself that it
was a biological reaction to seeing another person experiencing lust, and that
it had nothing to do with that man, it didn't solve the situation. The problem
still persisted, but there was no way in sane hell that he was going to indulge
these thoughts. It was wrong on a number of levels, but most importantly the
fact that it was David.
Fuck that. Max covered himself up again and slipped underneath his covers.
Tomorrow was another day. But plans were going to change ever so slightly.
Getting out of activities was no longer enough, not for what this was doing to
him. No, this was unacceptable. David would have to pay for this now too, in
addition to the high ropes course incident.
...
In the morning, Max awoke to Gwen's voice over the megaphone. She was making
the morning round to wake up all the campers for breakfast.
He sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Neil was still laying
back, sprawled out, groaning about mornings. Nikki, as always, was up and at
'em, ready to campe diem. She gathered her morning wares - toothbrush and
toothpaste - and stuffed them in the front pocket of her overalls. When she'd
gotten dressed, who knew? All the campers attended breakfast in their pajamas
and then changed in the bath house while brushing their teeth.
"That's strange," she said, "Gwen never does the wake up call. You guys reckon
something happened to David?"
Max scoffed, "Yeah, last night he had his hands wrapped around a snake." He
smirked, amused by his own comment.
"Ooh, you think it bit him? Maybe his arm fell rotted from all the venom and
fell off!"
Max shuffled around in search of his dental care supplies. "That, my friend,
would be more inconvenient for him than you think."
Neil sat up and collected his toothbrush and such from where he always kept
them - in the backpack that held most everything he needed. He also grabbed his
clothes for the day and anxiety medication.
Max soon gathered everything he needed and then all three of them were off to
the Mess Hall.
Breakfast was nothing special - the standard scrambled eggs, unripe diced
tomatoes, and sausage bits mix that looked like literal vomit, almost-too-
spoiled-to-drink-but-not-quite milk, and the only slightly stomachable thing -
a stale mixed berry muffin with a paper liner that was pretty much part of it
so that even when you tried to peel it off, it stuck on and you would either
have to eat around it or just submit and eat the paper too.
But what made it the most glorious day of the entire summer, was watching David
walk in late with the same heavy bags under his eyes that Max himself had. And
then watching him stumble over to the counselor's breakfast table and faceplant
into the plate in front of him in his utter exhaustion.
Max's lips curled up into a shit-eating grin.
Gwen pulled David's face back up by his hair and raised an eyebrow. "That's
disgusting." The man shook off some of his delirium and wiped away the food
that was stuck to his face.
"Sorry, I just-"
"Didn't sleep well last night, David?" Max's voice suddenly chimed in. He'd
abandoned his table and friends to make an appearance at the scene of his
crime. He stared at David with his brows raised and a condescending smile.
David's brows furrowed and he frowned. "What do you want, Max?" he groaned,
following a sigh.
Just came to rub it in. "Just saying good morning! Man it is a be-u-tiful day,
isn't it?" Without breaking eye contact with David, Max turned to throw open
the curtains next to them. The window facing the sunrise. Just peaking over the
trees, the sun's brilliant rays glinted off the lake and shot blinding bright
light straight into David's sleep-deprived eyes.
David yelped and threw his hands over his eyes, violently rubbing away the
horrible burning.
"Just take a look at that sunrise!"
"Max!" David raised his voice and balled his fists. He then seemed to realize
his temperament and took a deep breath. "Please close those curtains."
"Why? I'm just trying to enjoy the beauty of nature."
David didn't argue with him. Instead he got up from his chair and shut them
himself, glowering at Max the whole way over. He then reached down and nudged
Max in the direction of his breakfast table once again.
"Finish your breakfast and don't get up again."
Max scowled at being pushed, but resigned and returned to his two friends. He'd
had his fun. And it was only just beginning.
He watched from his chair, staring icily as David toyed with his food. The man
had his cheek in his hand, eyes empty and dazed. He sat silently like that for
a minute while Gwen read one of her trashy magazines, ignoring her breakfast as
well. After a few moments, he lifted his gaze to glance around the room at the
campers he would have to be leading through activities today. Then his eyes
caught the cover of Gwen's magazine which depicted a couple very... shamelessly
grinding on each other. (The magazine had been talking about the evolution of
dance or something, Max thought; it was what he picked up just from the brief
look he got of it when he wasn't staring down his arch enemy.) David's eyes
fixed on it and his cheeks started to colour over. Then, somewhat suddenly, he
readjusted in his seat, hands dropping to his lap where they - his eyes shifted
around the room nervously - gently tugged at the inner thighs of his shorts in
attempt to relieve some of the pressure against his...
Woah.
Idea.
Max's stern look evolved into one of conception. It had dawned on him - the
most evil thing he could possibly do to that man would be to make him suffer
the same frustration Max faced every day at this camp, and to mix that with the
humiliating arousal from the night before. Max sneered with satisfaction. He
took a bite of his muffin and cemented his decision.
David would not be allowed to get off for as long as it took to shatter his
pathetic morale. There was almost nothing worse than being this close to what
you desperately need (whether it was to escape from a hellhole of a summer camp
or, y'know, ejaculation) and having it seized away from you and there being
nothing you could do about it. And he knew just how he was going to do it.
...
The first opportunity came after lunch. Every day, the campers would have an
hour and a half of free time before regrouping and moving on to the next
activity of the day. In this time, the camp counselors were expected to prepare
for the afternoon projects but usually Gwen left that to David as he was the
only one who used that time productively. This time, however, she offered to
take over just like the morning roundup. She'd seen how tired he was and
advised him to take a nap. Max watched the exchange from where he was leaning
against the wall of the Mess Hall, hands shoved in the pocket of his hoodie, as
she placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. David thanked
her, rubbing his tired eyes, and turned to go back to the counselor's cabin for
his well-needed rest.
Unbeknownst to him, however, he was being followed. Max kept sufficient
distance between them so that he never heard the trailing footsteps. He
unlocked the door and went inside, swinging it shut behind him. Max approached
soon after, dashing up to the door now that David was out of earshot. He tried
to peak in through the window right by it, but the curtains were drawn closed.
Instead, he pressed his ear to the door and listened closely.
"Thank goodness she's taking over. I don't know if I could have made it much
longer." Hearing David admit to being close to breaking was gratifying all on
its own but he continued listening. A pair of thuds sounded which were probably
David's shoes being kicked off, then he heard another door shut.
This was his opportunity to sleuth inside. The idiot had left the front door
unlocked so he easily slipped in and put his ear up to David's bedroom door
now. The rustling of his clothes, the springs of his bed, and then... silence.
Max frowned. If David was genuinely going to take a nap, there would be no
reason for him to be there. He listened and listened and listened, but there
was nothing for at least three full minutes. Max sighed and pulled back. Neil
and Nikki would probably be wondering where he was at anyway. He didn't get the
chance to tell them about his plan.
He opened his mouth to start a resignation sentence to himself, but just then a
muffled sound came from behind the door. It was almost inaudible, but Max had
caught it. He made a quiet gasp and pressed his ear back against the barrier,
only wishing he hadn't taken it off in the first place. Things were quiet
again, like, almost completely silent except for tiny sounds of the sheets
rustling - but nothing that suggested anything other than sleep. He squinted
and strained to listen harder. There was a faint indistinguishable noise other
than that. And then suddenly, it came again - the original noise. It was a
breath. A sigh. A pant, almost.
Excitement spread across Max's face - he was right! David was going to take the
opportunity to make up for last night's lost orgasm. This is exactly what Max
wanted. He pressed his ear against the door harder. He had to be very careful
to wait until just the right moment to fuck everything up.
After a few moments, David's breathing became more audible. His speed seemed to
pick up and Max heard the sound of magazine pages turning every so often. (He
dared not think about what it was David was getting off to, but if he'd never
caught him in the act, it probably would have been his method of blackmail
instead. Given the circumstances, he wasn't sure which was worse.)
A moan, small and soft but distinct. Max's expression dropped. He grimaced,
gritting his teeth and slackening against the door. If he could have done this
without listening, he would have. Moment by moment, he could feel whatever
sliver of innocence he had left dwindling away. David's breaths were becoming
more regular now. And he didn't fully understand it, but Max's body began to
heat up as well. Tingling that started in his stomach had worked its way down
to his knees, making him weak-legged and shifty on his feet. The blood rushed
away from his brain, making him a bit dizzy and granting him tunnel-vision. His
fists clenched and unclenched, arms filled with the urge to squeeze and
restrain. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly; he tried to keep his
focus on the matter at hand. The biology of the situation was clear, but - same
with last night - he could not, for the life of him, work out why David could
incite this reaction from him. That sick bastard should leave him borderline
vomiting. And yet here he was, straining against the urge to burst in there
and... well, actually he wasn't sure just what he wanted to do. Something.
There was no mistake about what was going on behind this door. And in a way,
Max kept inwardly hoping there actually was. Just so he wouldn't have to make a
repeat of last night. But when a sharp and heavy moan suddenly flared up from
inside, Max knew it was time. He put on a cruel grin and shook away his
instability.
"Hey, Daaaviid," he drawled, cupping a hand around his mouth. Max crossed his
arms with conceit. He smirked at the abrupt silence. He could picture David's
stupid face as it drained of all colour and dropped into a look of terror. He
nodded approvingly at his own prowess. "David, I know you're in there," he
added after a few moments.
"What is it, Max?" David replied, trying to sound composed and lighthearted. It
wasn't doing him any justice with the way his voice cracked right off the bat.
Max could hear the exasperation in his tone. He tapped his cheek and thought of
an excuse for minute. What would give him reason to take up all of David's free
time?
"Hm," he mumbled to himself in thought. "David, I really need your help," he
pronounced slowly and impudently. David was quiet for a moment and then Max
heard a sigh.
"Can it wait?"
"No. Why? I mean, you're not doing anything, are you?" Max snickered to
himself.
"Wh- No! Just, uh- just sleeping!"
"Oh so then you won't mind if I come in," he bluffed with a shit-eating grin.
He reached for the door knob and jiggled it a few times to spook him, which
worked wonders. From the other side, he heard David scramble across the room to
lock the door. The man hit the door with a bang and the knob emitted a click.
"I-I just need to get- g-give me a minute to, uh-"
"Alright, camp man, I'll be right here. Against the door. Listening."
"Could you maybe not do that? Please? I'll be out in five min-"
"Oh no, I told you - this can't wait. This is an emergency, David." Max
reproduced his lock-picking bobby pin and started work on the door. "I hope
you're aware I can pick locks, David, 'cause if you aren't ready by the time I
get in there..."
"Don't you dare force your way in here!" David warned, somehow managing to
verbally express his hands on his hips.
"Better hurry," Max taunted, rattling the pin in the lock. "You already know
you can't stop me!"
There came a tiny whimper from the other side and David seemed to skitter
across the room once again. Drawers opened and closed. Rustling sounds that
suggested he was getting dressed were a positive sign. Max mentally
congratulated himself on his powers of manipulation. He continued picking the
lock until it came loose. He removed the bobby pin and returned it to its place
in the front pocket of his jeans.
Just as he was about to open the door, David timidly peeked his head through
with an apprehensive smile. Something in the way his eyes jumped between Max's
revealed he was even more nervous than usual. Max simply smiled patiently. A
moment's hesitation hovered between them; until finally, David resigned with a
sigh and opened the door fully.
The laughter that erupted from Max was absolutely unintended. But David was
standing there looking totally defeated, arms slack and knees knocked together,
with a fucking wraparound. A grey jacket that he'd produced from somewhere was
tied around his hips backwards. It honestly did little to hide his obvious
hard-on, but Max decided to humor him as though it wasn't nearly poking him in
the face. He held the back of his hand to his mouth and shook off the giggles,
but David wasn't making it easy with the way he looked down at him with
pathetic and shameful eyes.
"Great!" Max said, turning to head out the front door. "Let's go."
David stepped out behind him, begrudgingly following Max's orders. He led them
back towards the main area with his shoulders squared with pride.
Their walk back to the grouping of tents was completely silent and shrouded
with Max's air of satisfaction and David's air of defeat. When they stopped
outside Max's shared tent with Neil, the other boy had just been emerging.
Neil smiled at his friend, "Hi Max!" and then dropped it as he glanced over to
David and evaluated his... style choices.
David crossed his arms.
"Alright, so what's the big emergency?" he asked impatiently. Max glanced
around.
"Uh..."
And then just like that, Nikki conveniently appeared with Max's saving grace.
She wore an ear-to-ear smile.
"Guys! Look at my new friend!" All three of the boys' faces paled. In Nikki's
arms, she wielded a full grown skunk like it were a machine gun. "Her name is
Esmeralda! I taught her a trick too, look!"
Knowing who they were up against, David and Max both had the presence of mind
to step back while Neil panicked and pleaded "Nikki, no!" as she cocked its
tail in her hand and squeezed its body. The skunk shrieked and fired its
defensive weapon. All over Neil.
Nikki laughed maniacally.
Max and David pinched their noses shut with varying reactions. Max grinned as a
horrified David told Nikki very firmly to put the skunk back where she found it
and led Neil to the bath house. Max followed.
The rest of that hour and a half was spent finding Neil new clothes, bringing
out a tin barrel and filling it with tomato juice, and helping Neil bathe out
the putrid stench. During which, David never left Max's sight. Even when Neil
stripped down to climb in the tub and David helped scrub him down, Max stayed
patiently.
His work had been done, and now it was a matter of surveillance.
Max had spent the entire day glued to David's side, ever vigilant. And now as
the sun set, it was time to get ready for bed.
The entire camp filed to the showers for their nighttime ritual. David and Gwen
stood at their posts, watching over the campers as they went in and out of the
bathrooms. Gwen frowned at David who looked like he was running on fumes, ready
to pass out at any given second. Max, on the other hand was still going strong.
He'd made sure earlier to fry his brain with caffeine and sugar so that tonight
he could carry out phase two. For all of maybe ten minutes, David was out of
Max's sight while he showered and brushed his teeth and used the bathroom. He
knew David wouldn't go anywhere. Not while he was this exhausted. David would
only have sleep on his mind. And he was right. David was in the same place as
he was when he left him- standing next to Gwen, drooping like a zombie. Max
smirked and returned to his spot by David's side where he stood silently until
the last two campers left the bathrooms and turned into their tents for the
night.
David rubbed his eyes. "Max? Aren't you going to bed?"
"Nah," Max replied with a smug head shake. David sighed heavily, kneeling down
to Max's height.
"What's wrong, now?" he sulked, placing his face in his hand and shaking his
head.
"I don't want to share a tent with Neil tonight. I mean, who could get any
sleep with the place reeking of tomato juice and skunk residue?"
David was on edge, irritable, and did not care for Max's misbehavior at that
moment.
"Well Max," he began snappily, standing back up and turning to head in the
direction of the counselor's cabin, "it really doesn't matter what you want
because those are the rules and you need to sleep in your own tent."
Max's face lit up at David's attitude. He beamed with a smile, "Woah! Someone's
cantankerous tonight, huh?" He followed behind David, regardless. When David
stopped suddenly, so did he.
David sighed, "Look, I-I'm sorry, alright?" He pinched the bridge of his nose
and then started walking again, with Max still riding his heels. "But I'm
really not in the mood right now. So can you please just go back to your tent
and go to sleep?"
"You know, I really don't think I can do that, David. Because you see-"
"Yeah, alright, I get it." Max raised his brows at this, immensely pleased with
the fruit his plan was already bearing. "Whatever reason you have I'm sure
you're not going to drop it so just come on quietly."
But ever the kid to push buttons, Max continued.
"I knew you were a reasonable guy. Maybe a little smarter than you look!" David
groaned.
Soon they came to the counselor's cabin where Gwen had reached just a bit
before them. The lights were already on and the door unlocked for them. David
pushed open the door and Max followed him inside. The younger stood by the door
while he watched David open a closet door and retrieve from inside a spare
folding cot, a blanket, and a pillow for him. Max placed a hand over his heart.
"Aw, for me? Really?" David ignored him and busied himself setting it up until
Max stopped him. "Woah woah, what do you think you're doing?" David just
paused, didn't bother looking at Max or saying anything, just waited for him to
correct him with whatever demand he had so this day could end. "You know they
make bedrooms for sleeping in, David."
Another sigh. David picked up his things and moved them all to his room where
Max followed.
"Now that's more like it," Max approved, shoving both hands into his hoodie.
When it was all set up, Max approached it and settled down. David crossed his
arms and glared as Max removed his hoodie and laid it next to the head of his
bed. The kid smiled up at him as he sat cross-legged in his cot.
"Thanks, David! You're a real swell guy."
Now Max was just testing him.
"Don't mention it." David turned and climbed into his own bed for the night,
removing his bandanna and laying it on the nightstand next to him. "Goodnight,
Max."
Max grins cruelly, "Sleep well, David."
...
Max never remembered falling asleep, but he stayed up for at least an hour or
two after David had said goodnight. He remembered hearing David snoring softly
as he played his contraband hand-held game. So when he woke up to the sun rays
in his eyes, he sat up with a stroke of panic and shot his eyes to David's bed.
Relief washed over him. David was still in bed, and hadn't moved a muscle
during the night. That man was so exhausted, he wasn't surprised.
Max yawned and stretched. The sleep would help. Yesterday was only day one, and
Max knew it was only going to get harder from here. Pun intended.
Not much later, David's alarm clock started going off. Time to wake up the camp
and seize the day. The man sleepily rolled over in bed and fumbled around for
the off button on his clock. He sat up in bed and stretched out too.
After swinging his feet over his bed, a shriek surprised Max when Max surprised
David with his presence. He had been so tired, he'd forgotten Max even slept in
his room that night. Max chuckled.
"Manly scream, David," he joked. "I swing when someone wakes me up off guard."
David chuckled nervously.
"Good morning, Max, are you ready to campe diem?" he asked with a friendly tone
as he slid out of bed and examined the wrinkled clothes he'd accidentally slept
in. Max face-palmed.
"Don't say that." He shook his head.
"Well I hope you are because we have a full schedule today." David looked at
Max with a snide grin of his own. "Lots of fun activities to keep you busy!"
Any semblance of satisfaction Max had drained away and was replaced with a
malevolent stare down.
"We'll see about that, camp man."
Well, unfortunately for Max, the day went by pretty much as normal. Not much
differed in David's routine. His energy levels replenished, he resumed his
position as camp fool. Max never let the man out of his sight, but David forced
him into plenty of activities from gardening and art, to plays and magic.
Lunch came and went, and David never left Max's sight. He chatted joyfully,
ate, laughed, smiled - god it was disgusting. But Max didn't complain. After
all, as long as he was surrounded by people, he wouldn't be doing anything he
shouldn't. At one point, they caught eyes over the span of the Mess Hall floor.
Max's expression was entirely unreadable. Observant. And David, being the
absolute moron that he was, smiled and waved. Max dropped his shoulders, giving
off a disgusted 'are you kidding me' look then.
Max's after lunch free time was spent helicoptering around David as well. David
hung back in the Mess Hall at the counselor's table with a cup of tea and a
pair of ear buds that connected to his phone, playing one of his many years of
the Farmer's Almanac. His pen scratched at the clipboard before him as he
planned out the afternoon's activities. When he noticed Max had stayed behind
too, he motioned for him to come sit by him. Max did not move a muscle. Not for
the entire hour and a half. The only exception being when David had to go to
the bathroom and Max followed, standing right outside the stall where David
knew he was being watched. When he emerged, he held the door for Max, offering
him the restroom as well if he might need it, but Max said nothing and
continued to stare holes into David. Shrugging, David went back to his planning
and Max trailed close behind.
The whole day continued on like this that by the time dinner came, Max slacked
off. Though David didn't question his reasoning for following him around all
day, he made no indication he intended to try slipping away again. He acted so
normal that Max finally had to assume he'd gotten the message across the day
before and David just didn't want to risk another incident. Plus, Max was
incredibly fucking bored. You can only watch one person be uninteresting for so
long before you start to consider burning ant hills with your best friend.
He contemplated sleeping in his own tent that night again. Typically before
bed, Max and his friends would hang around and work on the flamethrower for an
hour or so before falling asleep. Sleeping in David's room was just plain
weird.
But Max was dedicated. After bedtime rituals, he took his place next to David
and he would swear on his life he could physically feel David deflate upon
realizing tonight would be no different. But ever the optimist, he patted Max's
head.
"Need something, buddy?" he said brightly.
"I'm not your buddy, David," Max retorted immediately. David's expression
dropped ever so slightly. "And no, I'm just waiting on you."
"Waiting for what?" David asked tentatively. Max smirked, not dignifying him
with a response. He put his hands in his pocket and watched as the last of the
campers left the bathrooms and headed to their tents. David held his lantern to
his chest and took a deep breath before turning to Max and saluting him. "Well,
it's been another great day here at Camp Campbell, Max. See you tomorrow!
Goodnight!" he grinned, turning on his heel to head back to his cabin. When he
heard no response from Max, he let out a breath in relief and relaxed. His
facade grin became a relieved smile as he traversed the dirt path home. It
lasted all of fifteen seconds until the sound of a stick cracking came from
behind. He stopped dead in his tracks and breathed out slowly, "Max?"
A mockingly cheerful voice replied, "Yes, David?"
David's hand curled slowly and then trembled. He turned around, grinning again.
"Would you like to sleep in your own tent tonight?"
Max grinned wide, sadism dripping from his lips.
"Nah."
Max watched the light die in David's eyes and something stirred inside him. A
bubbling in his belly that made him clench his fists and shift his weight from
one foot to the other. He breathed in deeply. His grin widened and then
disappeared into a smirk of satisfaction.
"Alright," David sighed, finally throwing in the towel to his overly positive
demeanor for the day. "I expected this. Come on, Max." David held out his arm
for Max to come walk beside him. Max did, feeling powerful.
David pulled the cot from the closet again. He might have expected Max to pull
this at the end, but evidently his morning self had far more hope than his
evening self did. Max watched as David dragged it back into the bedroom and
laid everything back down for him.
Lights went out not long after, as is per David's strict sleeping schedule. Max
retrieved his game from his pocket and played on silent for a while so that
David would not hear until he heard snoring. Once he had the signal, Max closed
his gameboy and lied down as well.
From beginning to end, David hadn't tried once that day to sneak away, Max
thought to himself as he pulled the covers over his shoulders and got
comfortable. He furrowed his brows and frowned. He could only hope at this
point he wasn't wasting his time with a lost cause.
...
When the sun rose the next morning and David's alarm went off, Max sat up and
locked eyes with David. And he had to admit to being a little taken aback -
David wasn't smiling. He gazed down at him with a tired frown and Max decided
he had to have been sizing up the day ahead and finding it not bright. David
never smiled as he pulled himself out of bed and grabbed his clothes. Never
smiled as Max followed him to the bath house and went into the stall to change
in privacy away from Max's prying eyes. Didn't even crack a tiny one as he
brushed his teeth and took his medications. In fact, David's lips didn't curl
upward once all the way through the morning rounds and into breakfast.
Max ate silently with his two friends until Nikki spoke first.
"So how'd you sleep last night with David?" she asked with genuine innocence.
"He didn't break once yesterday," he answered, still dumbstruck by David. He
took mindless bites of the overdone and slightly burnt pancakes from his tray
as he watched the counselor make conversation with Gwen.
"Break once from what?" Neil asked. He abandoned his own breakfast after seeing
the charred underside of the top disk. Max swallowed the bite in his mouth and
jabbed his fork into his pancakes again, a smirk dawning on his face.
"But today's gonna be different. I can feel it," he said as he tore the fluffy
cake away from its body and shoved it into his mouth. "I mean, look at him."
Max's friends glanced over to David. They had no idea what Max was talking
about. "He's totally cracking."
"With all due respect, Max, what the hell are you talking about?" Neil frowned
and took a sip of his coffee.
"Have you ever seen David without that stupid fucking smile across his face?"
"Well yeah, plenty of times. You always have that effect on him."
Max swallowed his bite and then took a few swallows out of his coffee. He broke
his gaze with David to glare at Neil.
"I know he's gonna break. Might not be today or tomorrow, but he can't fight it
forever. And when he does, I'll be there."
Max was entirely right. For a total of four consecutive days, David remained
resilient. It wasn't exactly according to plan, but David wasn't a man of sin
and Max was prepared to deal with that.
Each night, Max followed David back to his cabin and each night, David insisted
Max sleep in his own tent. All except for the last night when David did not
insist that Max go back, but told him up front that tomorrow night he would be
sleeping in his own tent. Max, of course, protested this outright, but David
didn't respond whatsoever. He wasn't giving Max the time of day to argue and
talk his way out of it like he always, always does.
Max spent that last night thinking about how he was going to catch David in the
act the night after, when he would be forced back with the other campers. He
planned for nearly an hour before he fell asleep. And then, just as his eyes
were falling closed, it hit him. His eyes bugged open and he sat straight up in
his cot with a grin from ear to ear. He'd been missing a glaringly obvious
solution.
David's soft snoring was indicative of his sleep, but Max couldn't be too loud
if he didn't want to wake him. He eased out of his bed, keeping his eyes on
David's sleeping form the whole time, and tip toed towards the bedroom door. He
carefully shut it behind himself before making his way over to Gwen's room and
turning the knob to find it locked. Of course. He'd brought his bobby pin with
him for just that reason.
Once inside, Max studied Gwen for signs of stirring. He approached her and
looked her over to find that she wore earplugs while she slept. Max relaxed and
grinned, eyes bolting over to her nightstand. Garbage magazines filled the
thing to brim. The top was entirely covered by them and, though her drawers
were labeled respectively for what they contained such as knee high socks and
underwear, she seemed to have ran out of space up top and had other issues of
her favourite trash poking out of each of the drawers. Even the floor
surrounding it had several piles of magazines stacked up and slumped against
the nightstand.
Max's mind jumped back to the first day before he spent the night with David.
Breakfast that morning, when David was droopy and tired from the night before.
How he caught sight of Gwen's filthy 'dancing' magazine and got all hot and
bothered. If it happened once, it could happen again. Why didn't he think of
this sooner?
Max rifled through the piles of fashion and gossip to find what he needed. He
strained his eyes to see in the low light, the room only illuminated by the
moon beams streaming in through the window.
Issues of her favourite 'Butts and Bodies' were too tame. Max hoped there was
something a little more risque in there somewhere. Pages rustled as he flipped
through them. God, how could she read this stuff? Not only was it straight up
gross, it was mind-numbingly boring. But eventually he came across one that he
thought might do the trick. As he scanned the pages of the 'Veronica's Mystery'
issue, he decided that some of these girls were probably enough to bring David
crumbling to his knees.
A devilish grin spread across Max's face as he exited Gwen's room and crept out
to the bathrooms in the dark of the night. He flipped open the magazine and
began tearing out pages. He slipped one under each of the bathroom stalls for
David to find, left them on the sink counter tops and in the showers. He stuck
a few in the doorway and pasted some to the mirrors with toothpaste.
Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Max ditched the evidence - the
remaining cover and back of the magazine - in the bin and headed back to the
counselor's cabin for bed. If David could resist that, he had a will of steel.
...
The next morning, Max did not wake to David's alarm. Instead he woke to David.
"Max, wake up," he commanded, looming over him with a punitive glare. Max's
eyes narrowed when he caught sight of the oodles of half-naked women in David's
hand. On the bright side, at least he did succeed in making sure David saw
them.
Max put on a facade, "What do you want?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and craning
his neck to look at the clock. He'd slept through the alarm it seemed, and
David must have decided to let Max sleep in until he'd gotten through his
morning routine. A decision that quickly dissipated once he'd been assaulted
with torn magazine pages littered over the bath house.
David held out the pages for Max to see and Max pretended to be offended by the
sight. "Geez, David! You know you can get fired for showing a kid your porn,
right?" David didn't buy it.
"I know you're behind this. What were you thinking? Anyone could have seen
these! Where did you even get them?" he demanded, standing up straight and
crossing his arms. Max did his best to hold back the grin that wanted so badly
to bloom across his face. Max shrugged.
"I was here all night last night, David. You were here. It couldn't have been
me!" He reached beside himself to retrieve his hoodie and pulled it over his
head.
"Don't lie to me, Max. You're not the only troublemaker at camp, but you're the
only one with direct access to Gwen's room which is where I suspect you got
them."
"You can't chastise someone based on allegations, David," he retorted snidely
as he climbed out of his cot and ruffled his hair out of bedhead mode. "How do
you know it wasn't Nurf or, like, anyone else?" he huffed. "I'm not the only
one who knows how to pick locks, idiot. And like I said," he turned back to
David and smiled smugly, "I was here all night. You can't prove I wasn't."
David squinted and tightened his crossed arms. He cocked his head analytically.
"Don't think you're off the hook, do you understand?" Max's smirk grew. He
shoved his hands in his front pocket. "I know you did this. And someone must
have saw you, even if neither Gwen or myself did."
"Don't be so sure, Davey," Max taunted. He grabbed his morning bathroom
supplies and moved to the door. "Come on, it's past time for morning rounds.
You know what happens when I don't get my coffee."
Staring him down as he walked past, David left the room with his megaphone and
dropped the torn pages in the trash. Max followed suit behind him.
He didn't quite understand it. David's fury meant something with his plan had
went awry. There'd been nothing in his face that suggested he did anything
besides gather up all the pages and march directly back to the cabin to scold
him. Max would have seen it. His face would have been read, his breaths
shallow, his body language shameful - something, and not a single one of those
things were evident in his demeanor. And based on the time, which had been
about eight minutes after, there was no way he could have done anything in that
time. David's alarm goes off at seven o' clock sharp, eight minutes would have
been only enough time to walk there and back and given about a minute or two to
hunt and gather all the pages.
Max stared down into the watery, undercooked bowl of oatmeal and fumed silently
as he deliberated on how and why that could have failed.
As Neil and Nikki approached the table with their trays, they noticed how
exasperated Max was with the day already. Violent and murderous waves of rage
radiated off of him like heat. Nikki put her tray down in front of him and
smiled. She placed an elbow on the table and rested her cheek in her hand.
"Max, why do you look ready to die today?"
"Nikki!" Neil scolded, warning her that Max was likely not in the mood to talk.
"It's David, as always," he hissed, stabbing his knife into the wooden table.
He grit his teeth and growled lowly. "Stupid bastard is kicking me out tonight.
And I can't seem to crack him. I thought I had it last night!"
"What happened?" Neil inquired as he sipped at his morning coffee. Max shook
his head.
"I mean, for fuck's sake, he completely ignored the naked girls I left all
around the bathroom! Like, who does that?" Max threw his arms up in
aggravation.
"Maybe he's gay," Nikki said, grabbing her bowl and eating out of it face-
first. Neil snickered and went for the orange on the side of his tray.
Max froze. Gay. The dancing magazine was of a straight couple grinding, but
that did happen to include a male. Or maybe the act itself simply incited the
reaction out of him. Gay. That was it. He never noticed David looking at Gwen
in her swimsuit, but the way he fawned over Cameron Campbell with those
simpering eyes, it was so obvious. David was gay. Flamingly gay. It never even
occurred to him as anything other than a joke or sneaking suspicions.
"Of course!" he exclaimed, drawing attention from others in the Mess Hall,
including David. Max leaned forward over the table and grabbed Nikki by the
shoulders, shaking her and smiling wide. "Nikki, that's it! Why didn't I think
of that before?" Max's eyes flicked to David, who was watching him
questioningly. Max produced a shit-eating grin and lowered his voice to where
only Neil and Nikki could hear him, "keep an eye on David for me. There's
something I need to find."
"Caaaan do!" Nikki saluted as Max released her and took off running out the
Mess Hall doors. She turned around and fabricated a pair of binoculars that she
focused straight on David.
The doors swung shut behind him as Max fled the scene, running as fast as he
could back to the counselor's cabin and picking his way back inside. David had
not yet had the chance to put away Max's things as they went straight to
breakfast after the morning rounds, but Max didn't go to David's room at all.
Instead, he went straight for Gwen's and was inside in a matter of seconds.
He tore through her magazines, looking for anything kind of male erotica he
could find. 'Kevin Climb' magazines, 'Pork Illustrated', and finally he came
across the filth among garbage. A hellborn grin darkened Max's face as he held
up the latest issue of 'PlayLady' magazine.
David was going down.
But Nikki could only hold him off for so long, so Max stuffed the magazine
under his shirt and headed back to the Mess Hall, making sure to lock back the
doors behind him.
...
Max managed to slip out of the Moon Walking 101 camp that day just before
lunch. Magazine in tow, he scurried into the Mess Hall in search of David's
afternoon planning clipboard.
He settled down at the counselor's table where David had his clipboard waiting
along with two tea bags and his favourite pen. The papers in his clipboard
included a list of the morning activities, a complete list of all the Camp
Campbell activities, a spreadsheet for time management, a photo of Cameron
Campbell himself (gaaayy, Max thought to himself with a smirk), and his formula
for the successful reformation of Max - Max had to take a moment to laugh and
fight the urge to write 'like hell' on it.
From under his hoodie, Max retrieved the magazine he'd nicked from Gwen's room
and opened it on the table before him. The pictures inside were actually on the
tame side from what he could tell. The first few pages were simply a few
smallish men dressed in skimpy effeminate clothing. Some of them were with a
larger man, usually in an ownership position. Max shook his head and picked one
of the latter to place in David's unsolicited possession. He tore it out and
hid it between today's activities and the full activity list so that when David
tried to decide on what to include for the day, he'd be confronted with a
hulking mass of a man, shirtless and firmly clutching the jaw of his lingerie-
wearing bottom bitch.
Max stuffed the magazine back under his hoodie and got up to leave when an idea
hit him. He turned back and rearranged David's clipboard to include the picture
of Cameron Campbell on top of the magazine page so that David would get an
eyefull of both and automatically associate them with each other. Max smirked,
satisfied with his handiwork. Boy he was clever. With that, he left the crime
scene and headed back to the stupid activity to reduce suspicion.
Half an hour later, the lunch bell rang out. David wiped the sweat from his
brow and cheerily herded everyone in the direction of the Mess Hall.
"Good work, everyone! I'm so proud of you all! Saw some real sick moves today!"
"For the love of god, don't say that," Max gagged. David ignored him and
continued leading everyone along.
Everyone lined up for their serving as usual, the counselors in the back as per
usual to allow every kid to eat first. Max was last in line, right in front of
David and Gwen. He listened with a smug smirk as David babbled about what a
great day it was and how he was so proud of all his campers to Gwen who clearly
was not paying attention. When Max finally got his lunch tray, he turned around
to face David who's sentence stopped short when he noticed Max staring at him.
"Have a nice lunch, Davey," he said snidely. David's smile died and Max felt
that familiar bubbly feeling in his gut. He gripped his tray a little harder
and grinned wider before walking away. David watched him, unable to take
anything Max says at face value. Especially when he makes that face. But David
decides to think better of it and cautiously called out to him.
"You too, Max!" he croaked, now slightly fearful.
David and Gwen received their lunches from the Quartermaster and went to their
table.
Max never stopped watching David that whole lunch period. His eyes were glued
to that man harder than they'd been all week. His victory was just centimeters
away underneath a single page of David's clipboard and he didn't even know it
yet. He'd entirely forgotten to eat and didn't notice when Nikki slipped the
cardboard pizza and fruit cup from his tray for herself. Even Neil directly
asking Max what he'd done this time didn't snap him back to reality.
Forty-five minutes tick by fast when you're in a trance. Before he knew it,
everyone had emptied out of the lunchroom save for him and David. David was
always the last to finish his lunch, always taking the time to eat slowly so
that he was fuller. Idiot.
But soon the Quartermaster emerged from the kitchen to bring the kettle of
boiling water over to David's teacup. David smiled and thanked him, then
proceeded to steep his tea.
Max tapped his foot impatiently. Hurry up and find it already!
David put his earbuds in and chose his almanac for the afternoon. Max chewed at
his bottom lip. He reached for his pen and rested his chin in his hand, looking
over the morning activities. Max leaned forward in anticipation. David shifted
the pages. Max grinned, holding his breath. David's eyes widened. His jaw
slacked open and a blush bloomed over his cheeks.
"Uh..." His eyes hung on the images. Neither rage nor disgust crossed his face.
Max knew he was imagining Campbell because what did cross his face was
something a lot closer to panic.
He grit his teeth and glanced around the room. The moment his eyes landed on
Max and caught his conniving grin, they darted away.
Oh yeah. This reaction was much different from seeing those girls. David was
definitely gay.
"Max..." David began tentatively.
"David," Max responded.
"Are you responsible for this?"
"Why David!" Max said, a theatrical hand over his chest at the accusation,
"What ever do you mean?" He couldn't accuse him without proof, they'd been over
that already.
"This is so inappropriate. You can't-"
"What is?" Max grinned from ear to ear. David's chest tightened.
"Leaving... that kind of picture..."
"What kind of picture, David?"
David's nails dug at the wood of the table ever so slightly. He couldn't say
it. Max knew that. He couldn't accuse Max of leaving porn in his clipboard not
only because there was no proof, but also because if Max hadn't left it there,
it would be just as inappropriate to tell a camper what he had in his
possession with no proof that David himself didn't put it there. And that would
really be violating some rules and not to mention basic decency.
"You don't understand the boundaries you're crossing."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been the image of a model camper
all week. Haven't left your side. What boundaries am I crossing?"
"I'm..." David bit his lip, "going to the bathroom for a moment. Stay here." He
stood up with his clipboard.
"But it's free time. I don't have to stay here if I don't want to."
"Fine. Leave if you want." David struggled to find words. "G-Go find Neil and
Nikki and wreak havoc on everything you touch, but I need some time alone."
Max could do nothing but smile as David strode out the front doors. A fire
blazed in his belly at the absolute power trip he got from this. His palms
curled into fists. God it felt so good.
He watched the clock intently, carefully timing his next move. Minutes ticked
away until Max got up from his seat and followed David's path to the
counselor's cabin. He wouldn't dare try anything in the bathrooms, especially
in broad daylight, where anyone could walk in at any time. David wasn't
entirely stupid. And as Max picked his way into the cabin and stood outside
David's bedroom door, the soft moans coming from inside told him that he was
right.
Max's eyes drooped shut. He stood with his back against the wall just outside
the door and crossed his arms. He could hear David panting Campbell's name in
hushed breaths. The obsession he had with that man was straight up pathetic.
"Sir..." David sighed from inside. Max bit his tongue and exhaled a little
harder than he meant to. His body began to tingle.
"Hurry up, jerkass," Max muttered to himself, impatient. He'd timed this for a
reason.
David's moans grew choppy and strained. Campbell's name must have reached Max's
ears a hundred more times at least with the way it gushed from his's needy
lips. He was getting close. Max stood up straight, smirked, and knocked.
"Hey, Daaaviid," he called. The air went silent. "I'm bored," Max continued,
"It's no fun out here without you to entertain me," though David was actually
doing a fantastic job at entertaining Max right now.
"Go play with your friends, Max," David responded, short of breath. "Now's not
a good time."
"Why not? You're supposed to be planning activities in the Mess Hall right
now."
"I, uh, decided to move it here."
Don't lie.
"Is that so? Well I don't see why it'd be a bad time if that's all you're
doing. Be a good host and invite me in. You wouldn't want to encourage me to
force my way in, after all, would you?"
"Max, I'm serious. I need my time alone. Go play elsewhere. Please."
"Mm, nah I don't think so. Let me in, David. Last warning."
David's sigh of exasperation meant mission accomplished. Max stood back
smirking as he waited for David to open the door.
But it never happened.
Instead, Max was faced with a clunking noise and a stern "No" from David as he
was brazenly barricaded out. Unbelievable. Max's jaw dropped. He almost had to
hand it to David for being so resilient. But he wouldn't. Because he was
pissed.
"Oh no, that's not going to work, Davey," Max snarled. He stormed out the front
door and trudged through the decorative bushes to David's window. The curtains
were drawn and he was too short to see in anyway, but that didn't stop him from
jumping up and climbing onto the sill where he could lift open the bottom pane.
A shriek sounded from the other side and as Max forced his way in, David had
just barely managed to cover up with a pillow.
"Max!" The clipboard, which David scrambled to flip back to the front page, had
been drawn back to the magazine page and was lying next to David.
"You didn't seriously think that was going to work, did you? Because I don't
want you to forget who it is you're dealing with here," Max growled, jumping
down from the sill and into David's room. He dusted himself off and bared his
teeth at David.
"Max, this is way out of line. I explicitly told you to leave me alone and you
break in here anyway."
"An unlocked window is an open window. Now if you want me to leave, you'll have
to remove me because I'm not going anywhere."
David glared down at the pillow and clenched his fists, "You'd just weasel your
way back in, anyhow."
"Hey now, look at you! You're starting to catch on!" Max falsely praised,
softening to a smug smile. David pinched the bridge of his nose and covered
himself with his blanket so he could wiggle his way back into his shorts.
"Alright, what do you want now that you're here?" he grumbled.
"Told you, I'm bored."
"And watching me plan activities is somehow more exciting than playing with
your friends?"
"Sure, whatever," Max shrugged. It wasn't like he could reject his excuse. Once
David's shorts were back on, he faced the problem of hiding his obvious
erection. David resigned to finish his planning there in his bed.
He pulled his covers up and lay back against his pillow with a pen he retrieved
from his nightstand. Max settled in on the cot that hadn't been removed yet.
"Oh, and one more thing-" David looked over to the little monster sitting
across the room, "if you expect me to keep this a secret, I expect to continue
sleeping here. Got it?"
David refused to reply. But it was as much a sign of submission as straight up
agreeing would be. Max's blood coursed with heat. A breath welled up in his
chest that he exhaled in satisfaction. He reclined back into his cot and
retrieved his gameboy from under his pillow. David wouldn't say anything. He
was already well past defeated.
...
The next incident happened the next morning just after breakfast.
When David finished planning activities for yesterday afternoon and the morning
after, Max badgered David until he broke to tell him what 'tomorrow had in
store' (complete with feigned innocence). Then, during the night, Max
stealthily slipped out with his flashlight and the magazine in tow and headed
for the storage shed where David would be gathering the necessary tools for
Sword Forging tomorrow.
After picking his way into the shed, Max pulled out the magazine from under his
hoodie and turned to the missing page. Behind that one was one marginally
cruder, but Max wanted something better. He skipped about five pages and came
to the first page he'd seen with a fully naked male on display.
Max's heart skipped a beat. He stared down at the book, illuminated by his
flashlight. This image depicted a brawny man wearing nothing but a thin rubber
ring around his cock - Max wondered what it was for - and a muscly, yet less so
than the other man, guy with a hard-on in a lacy garter.
For a moment, Max just stared. His eyes flicking between the two men. He didn't
understand why his body felt slightly weird. Neither of these men were
appealing to him, but still something resonated in his lower stomach that he...
Max shook it off and ripped out the page. This would get David for sure. He
taped it to the wall directly in front of the door where he wouldn't miss it
and took a breath. He then scampered swiftly back to the counselor's cabin
where he curled into his cot and marinated on recent events until he fell
asleep.
As luck would have it, Max's plan went smooth as silk. As per usual, he trailed
behind David as the man left the Mess Hall and went to the storage shed for
needed supplies. He pulled open the door to the unlocked shed (Max jumped when
he realized he'd forgotten to lock it back, but luckily David was oblivious)
and was assaulted with the image of two naked men right before his eyes. He let
out a tiny yelp and threw the door shut again on reflex. He glanced at Max then
back to the door, hoping the kid hadn't seen it. There was no point in accusing
him of it, because once again, Max had managed to elude his detection and leave
no evidence.
David's grip tightened on the handle of the shed and he sucked in a deep
breath.
"Max?" he said lowly.
"Yes, David?" Max smiled.
"Would you do me a favour?" Max's smile diminished. He squinted and cocked his
head.
"Depends."
David hesitated. "I forgot the heat up the forge." Max furrowed his brow and
looked toward the area between the trees where smoke rose in clouds into the
sky. He raised one eyebrow then turned back to David. "Please go tell Gwen she
can give an opening lesson on lighting it- or something." Despite his obvious
lie, Max agreed. David let out a breath of relief. Just before he was out of
sight, Max saw David opening back up the shed and stepping slowly inside.
Once the door shut behind him, Max turned promptly around on his heel and
headed back. He took his time, taking slow steps with his hands in his pockets
and a smirk on his face.
After those initial four days where he did not attempt around Max, David's
nerves had been building up. His attitude grew shorter, his patience wearing
thin. Max took advantage of that. The days were repetitive, each time cracking
David's resolve a little more.
Max listened to David's erratic breathing inside the shed. His panting named no
one in particular this time. Perhaps for fear of being caught again.
And right on cue, Max's body began heating up. He exhaled a heavy breath at the
tingling that pricked up in his arms and abdomen. His legs felt... funny. Geez,
what was going on? Max propped himself against the storage shed door with his
arms straight out rested his head against it, granting him clearer audio. The
slickness of David's cock forcing its way through his fingers was nearly
thunderous to Max's sharpened ears. He tore at his bottom lip with adrenaline
coursing through his body.
David breathed out a particularly loud moan. Then, without even thinking about
it, Max's hips rolled forward.
His eyes widened, jaw slacking open. Did he just...? Fuck. That... was entirely
accidental. But, he knew what David was in there jerking off to. He could still
see the magazine page burned into his mind. And he'd listened to David too many
times to feel guilty for indulging just once.
Max stared down at his jeans and hissed under his breath at the suggestion of
arousal. Goddamit. A hesitant hand drew up to where his jeans strained at the
zipper and then stopped.
Was he really about to touch himself to David? His teeth grit, stomach
twisting. That's kinda sick. And gay as fuck.
And then David moaned again, "Ahh gosh- please... I need to- aah- I need... so
bad," and Max's hand snapped to his crotch without his permission.
"Oh fuck," Max exhaled low and gutteral, digging his nails into the wood and
dropping to his knees. His words made it out quiet enough, but his mind, too
rampant with thoughts of sex, forgot not to drag his nails down the door.
Everything went deathly silent. Max slipped his palm away from his crotch and
covered the evidence with his hoodie (a much better job than David did hiding
his boner).
Before David could get the satisfaction of having the upper hand here, Max took
a breath and tried to sound neutral.
"Hey, Daaaviid."
...
David was breaking.
As the page numbers in the magazine increased so did their level of filth. From
guys shoving their cocks into the mouths of other guys to straight up gay sex,
Max left plenty of little reminders to David over the next week exactly what he
was missing every time. And David's patience grew paper thin with him. He still
couldn't pinpoint anything directly to him, but they both knew what was going
on.
He began ignoring Max's comments and questions, didn't bother him when he tried
to sit out of activities, and even once flat out shut the door in Max's face
when they were turning in for the night. Max wanted to be angry but the truth
was he just felt so fucking good. His scheming came to fruition. David suffered
the same hell he faced the first night after he caught him, and endured the
continued hell of aggravation and disdain that Max faced every single day at
that god forsaken camp. So all he had to say about it was: eat shit and die,
asshole.
Everything that moved was turning him on. David was being set off by the
littlest things at this point. The day before, someone drew a crude dick in the
dirt and Max had to kick it into high gear not to lose David before he made it
to the broom closet and shut himself in. And earlier today, all Max did was
call for David from the sidelines of the activity he was running (to make fun
of him for how stupid he looked) and he barely got all of David's name out
before David excused himself from the activity to 'get something' from his
room. Max was ecstatic. Especially when Gwen stopped him from leaving in the
middle of a teamwork activity and Max didn't even have to lift a finger.
Lunchtime came again and David looked a little worse for wear. He wasn't
eating, just had his head in his hands, drooped over his tray and not moving.
Gwen kept occasionally glancing over to Max's table and Max knew David had told
her what a nightmare it'd been spending the past two weeks with him never
leaving his side. Probably didn't hear the full details, but nonetheless.
He couldn't help but be cocky about the whole ordeal. After two weeks of
following David around and watching his every move, it felt scarily good to
watch him fall apart.
David brought his head up for all of a second, looking directly at Max, and was
beat right back down by Max's disparaging grin as he mouthed the words 'Hey,
Daaaviid!'
"Max!" Neil shouted for the fourth time.
"What?" Max shot back, accidentally angrier than he intended.
"Dude, this unhealthy obsession with David has gotten way out of hand."
"Yeah, you're turning into a David zombie." Nikki added, holding her stale mac-
and-cheese covered fork out at him.
"You've practically moved in with him!" Neil continued.
"Calm down, everything's fine. I'll be back in our tent before you know it,"
Max dismissed, taking a bite out of his unripe apple. "I'm just waiting for him
to break and then everything'll go back to normal."
"What exactly kind of 'break' are you even looking for?" asked Neil. "He
already looks pretty broken to me."
At Neil's comment, Max looked up to see David's unoccupied chair at the
counselor's table. "Wait goddamit, where did he go?" Max stood up so fast out
of his chair, it fell backwards and clattered against the floor. He didn't even
do anything this time! This was completely of his own volition.
"Chill Max," Neil groaned. "He went to the back storage room, it's not like he-
and he's gone."
Max rushed into the kitchen to follow David. That stupid stilt-legged bastard
was already well out of sight. Max approached the store-room door quietly and
cracked the door to peek inside.
Jackpot.
Someone looked desperate.
All day, David had been putting up his best front. Making his best effort to
look put together in hopes that eventually Max would let his guard down. Leave
his side or look away for at least five seconds so that he could slip away
under his radar and make off to a hiding spot. This had gone on for way too
long.
Max could see David's ankles sticking out from behind a crate where he seemed
to be 'hiding'. Max pulled the door open a little more and crept inside. He
stood against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk painted across
his face as he waited out David's pathetic attempt to utilize his moment of
privacy where Max had taken his eyes off him.
Five minutes. He only needed five minutes. Any longer and Max would surely find
him.
Oh David. Poor idiotic, David. If he only knew.
David heaved a breath as his hand hastily worked himself out of his shorts. For
the duration of a heartbeat, David was apprehensive, fearful that Max might
find him like this but he was desperate. And in the next moment, he was
stroking himself quickly to hardness.
No time to work himself over, all he could see was his end goal. David pumped
himself feverishly, taking stifled breaths each time his thumb swiped over the
head. Tiny moans escaped his lips, whimpers almost.
Max's shoulders dropped, his eyes fell shut with his smirk devolving into a
shameful lip-bite. He inhaled slowly, clenching his fists, and then exhaled and
unclenched. A ragged breath. As he stood there, absorbing David's sounds of
pleasure, Max was perhaps a bit unaware of the increasing tightness in his
jeans. Or maybe he was aware of that and what he wasn't aware of was the
fleeing of his 'steel-willed' mindset. At some point, listening to David's
moans had become satisfying. Enjoyable, even. How disgusting. How incredible.
Max's hand wandered. From the dynamically clenching fist at his side, it
hesitantly drifted to the needy spot between his legs. It came to a rest
against the tenting fabric, unsure. But with another one of David's glorious
hushed moans, he felt it twitch and that prompted an almost involuntary
reaction out of him to press his hand harder against his growing erection.
Wow. Geez. Fuck. This was so wrong. God and yet it was so good. Max let out a
silent breath. Goddamn.
His eyes popped open at the sound of a particularly familiar moan. That
delicious one when David was right on the edge and literally seconds from
tipping over. Max crossed his arms again, complacent smirk returning. He
shifted his hoodie to cover up the tent in his jeans.
Max cleared his throat.
David froze.
And then just barely, almost inaudible, Max heard him growl under his breath.
Max grinned and opened his mouth.
But what meant to come out in his typical self-satisfied tone...
Maybe came out as something a little more on the side of lust.
"Hey, Daaaviid."
...
Having David break right before his very eyes was satisfying, but something
just wasn't enough.
Max stared down at his cold and probably fake chicken strips, fists clenched at
each side of his tray. He didn't have to bother watching David because the man
never tried anything twice in the same day and after earlier, Max was sure
David was sufficiently spooked.
So as he drifted into another realm of mind, Max radiated waves of indignation
that kept Neil and Nikki from questioning him. He was acting weird anyway. Had
been for weeks. They ate separately and chatted quietly with each other.
Everything was falling into place. David was more broken than he'd ever seen
him, but... Max clenched his teeth hard - he wanted him shattered.
But what exactly did that even mean? Neil had a point - Max had no idea. What
was he even looking for that this wasn't enough?
He glanced up to David. The man looked close to tears. He sat with a hand
propping up his chin as he stared down into his dinner as well. David glanced
up to Max. He looked pathetic. Max returned the look instead with vindictive
eyes. They both separated gazes and returned to their varying levels of
brooding.
So what would be the deciding factor that would quench his thirst? What could
David do that was so bad, it warranted forgiveness?
Max spent the rest of dinnertime like this, suffering in silence. Not a single
bit of his food had been touched by the time evening activities started. The
last activities of the day were always a lot more laid back and usually
involved 'bonding' time around the campfire. David would set up scary story
telling or group time-killer games or play his guitar. But tonight, David's
demeanor was entirely lifeless. Max sat next to him on the log. He elbowed
David in the side to get his attention.
"What's wrong, camp man? Not feeling so great?" he taunted. David ignored him,
keeping his head down in his hands.
None of the usual nighttime activities happened that night. David kept his head
down the entire time while Gwen attempted to substitute for David's usual
overachieving effort. Underwhelming scary stories became vampire love stories,
time-killing games became gossip time, and David's guitar playing was replaced
by a soft-core fashion lecture. The varying teaching styles didn't bring about
different camper behavior, however. Everyone remained exactly as apathetic as
always. Some things never change.
Suddenly, David stood up. His arms dangled listlessly in front of him.
"Gwen," he began. Max's blood ran cold. What was he about to do? His muscles
tightened at the ready to cut down whatever plan David thought he was going to
get away with. "Keep Max busy." He turned and started for the bath house.
Max's jaw dropped open in astonishment. His hand shot out as David walked past
and grabbed the skinny bastard by the knee.
"The hell do you think you're going?" he seethed, squeezing and digging his
nails into David's flesh. The sting made David hiss under his breath. David
didn't answer him. He tore Max's hand away and marched on even faster. Max
jumped up to race after him but found he was going nowhere. Gwen suspended him
by the hood.
"Max, I don't know what you're doing to him, but enough's enough. Leave David
alone." Max kicked and swatted at her.
"You have nothing to do with this. Put me down, he's getting away!" he snarled,
pushing hard against her in effort to free himself. Max's anger quickly
devolved into panic as David got further and further away.
Neil spoke up, "For real, Max, this whole thing is getting kind of old. Can't
you just come roast marshmallows with us-"
"No. Put me down," he shouted, voice cracking.
"I don't think so." Gwen gave Max an icy look before turning to Nurf. "Nurf,
hold him still and don't let go."
"Why should I?" Nurf snorted, eying Max. He crossed his arms.
"I, uh, I'll let you have one of your knives back, I guess."
"Five."
"Two."
"Deal." Gwen dropped Max in the empty space between Nurf and Preston and
instantly Nurf's meaty hand closed around Max's forearm uncomfortably tight.
Max scraped and tore at Nurf's hand to release it, but he held fast, chuckling
powerfully. Max bit his bottom lip and stared in the direction David had been.
He was out of sight now. A chill of unease settled down on Max's shoulders,
nagging at him to follow. He couldn't.
Five minutes later, Max was even more restless than he started off as. David
must have been close by now. He grew antsy. (Nurf grew sweaty.) He was going to
miss his chance; after two long weeks of resolute shadowing, all his work was
going to disappear down the drain with David's orgasm. He stared desperately at
the bath house and the lone light that shone from it. Nervous energy had him
practically vibrating in his seat. He chewed at his bottom lip and whimpered.
Five turned into ten and then into fifteen. David was still gone. Max had the
passing thought that David was legitimately showering, but it left as fast as
it came when his desperation and panic silenced it.
Nurf yawned beside him and one final desperate thought occurred to Max. Before
he had the chance to deliberate on it, his mouth erupted the words
hysterically.
"Nurf, listen to me. If you let me go and cover for me, I will get you all your
knives back."
Nurf seemed to consider this, giving Max a thin ray of hope.
"Hm, is that all?"
Max glanced back to the bath house and bit his lip almost hard enough to break
skin. His heart pounded. This had almost entirely surpassed revenge and was a
straight up obsession, but none of that mattered right now. He could hate
himself later. Right now, David.
"Okay, okay, I'll do anything you want. You name it."
"How do I know you won't skip out on me?"
Max kept his voice down, but said as violently as possible, "Nurf, I will
literally kiss your fucking ass if you please let me go right now," he snarled
through grit teeth, clenching his hand into a claw.
Nurf pointed one of his pale sausages at him, "I want my knives back,
cigarettes, three lighters, and for you to cover for me while I bully people
and smoke for the rest of the summer."
Without thinking for even a moment, Max spat out the word 'done' and Nurf
released him. Max took off like a jackrabbit into the night, barreling toward
the bath house as fast as his legs would carry him.
He came to a skidding stop in the dirt as he approached the building. Steam
rose from the screen vents in the roof. David was still in the shower. Hope
flared in Max's chest as he carefully entered the building and listened for
sound cues.
The shower roared, swallowing up anything else there might have been, but Max
pressed forward, keeping quiet until he had some sign. It didn't matter if it
was good or bad, but something.
He stepped in, walking hesitantly forward. If David had already finished, his
little game was over. If he hadn't, well, Max wasn't sure, but he was sure
David was at the end of his rope. He'd get his answer, if that was the case.
Just past the sinks, Max's ears pricked up. His chest welled with excitement.
Adrenaline coursing through every vein in his body.
David moaned. And even better, directly following was a frustrated whimper.
Max's nerves lit up.
His mouth automatically formed the words for him. Not a thought crossed his
mind as drew a breath and drawled in a sultry voice.
"Hey, Daaaviid."
A strained groan erupted from the shower. Or. Perhaps... could it have been a
moan? Max pondered.
That was definitely a moan. Because it was followed promptly by rapid breaths.
"N-No," David rasped from down the narrow hallway.
Max dragged his fingertips against the log walls as he stepped further and
further down the hall leading to the showers.
"Aw, don't be like that," Max spoke in dulcet tones. "I just couldn't bear to
be away from you." It wasn't a lie. The toilet stalls passed in his peripheral
until he arrived at the large handicapped shower. Steam rolled out from under
the door and rose through the ceiling above. "I agreed to do so much shit for
Nurf so he'd let me go." David whimpered from behind the door and the shower
curtain beyond it. The locks on the shower stalls were not ones Max could break
into. Simple latch locks, strong and unpickable. But locks didn't count for
much when there was a gaping hole at the bottom of the door one could easily
crawl under. Max wasted no time letting himself into David's shower stall. All
that separated them now was the thin plastic shower curtain. Max settled down
across the large stall and reclined against the wall. He chuckled and smirked,
"I was desperate."
Another strained moan. From here, it was almost deafeningly loud. Max bit his
lip and took in a big, gulping breath of the steamy air. The familiar tingling
in his lower stomach flared up, his jeans began tightening. Max exhaled a
relieved sigh. God yes. He was terrified he almost missed this, but whatever
was stopping David was his saving grace. His hand took its dutiful place at the
crotch of his jeans.
"Please," David whined, sounding close to tears. Max's cock twitched a little
more upward. "Please just leave."
"Hah," Max laughed in a breath. His hand rubbed against the prominent bulge
that grew at his waist. "I don't think so."
David moaned again, loud and needy. A clunking noise came from behind the
curtain. David dropped his head against the shower wall. Max envisioned him,
hunched over and jerking as fast as his hand would move.
"Max, just..." He wasn't being subtle anymore. Or he couldn't. Probably the
latter. Max listened to the way the water slicked around his cock as he
caressed it behind closed curtains, and his heavy, panting breaths and heaving
moans as he drew closer and closer.
"Come on out," Max taunted. David's moan set his body on fire, his hands
working on autopilot as they undid the button to his jeans, unzipped the
zipper, and pulled himself out into the open. He started fast, too ruined by
David's sounds to waste any time fooling around. Whatever mind he had left,
completely dissolved. "You've been in that shower a while."
Strangled whimpers and whines echoed off the walls and were swallowed hungrily
by Max.
David's chest heaved and locked up. His throat closing as the end finally came
near. He was so close.
"Max, I-I'm," he took a sharp breath, trying to find any words at all, "I'm
almost there!"
It didn't hit him what he'd said until he heard Max moan in response. David
froze.
"Oh my god." Max said, astonished. "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Wow,
David, that's kinda sick."
And there it was.
The break.
The shower curtains drew back slowly. Max and David locked eyes. Max's grin
spread wide. He was slumped against the wall, dick in hand, skin probably
reddening even at his skin tone - he must have been a sight for David's cock to
twitch that hard.
David swallowed hard. He stepped out of the shower. No words were exchanged,
but Max felt it on the air, in David's eyes, in his own entire body. He knew
what was going to happen next. And oh god did he want it.
He began undressing. His hoodie hit the floor in the corner of the room,
followed by that stupid mandatory yellow shirt. David started forward. His eyes
were so hollow. He was a shell of a man. Broken. Shattered. Desperate. Fuck it
was so hot.
In a flurry of desire and lust, Max shed the rest of his clothes and as David
approached him, he lunged into David's arms, lips immediately latching onto his
neck. David let out the most relieved moan he ever had in his life as they
stumbled back into the shower together. Max's cock twitched against David's
chest.
Hot water raced down Max's body and dampened his hair. David squeaked as he
nipped and pulled at his throat. His hands were shaking and digging into Max's
skin. He was nervous. Scared - terrified, probably, but whatever carnal part of
his brain that had broken out of its cage had taken the reins and would not
stop until they finished. And Max wouldn't let it if it tried.
"Max," he breathed heavy. "I-I'm so sorry. Can... can I...?"
"Ohh fuck, David," Max moaned ostentatiously, wrapping a hand around his little
cock and jerking it hard and fast. "Just fucking do it. Stop giving a shit
already and just fuck me. I know you want to. And fuck I want it too."
With those words, the last of David's resolve crumbled into oblivion and Max's
roaring hot back met the cool shower wall. David's fingers fumbled in his mouth
for a few short moments before they prodded lustfully at Max's ass. Max's legs
rested around David's waist, his hands clutched tight to both David's arms. He
bit his lip, staring at the digits and moaning as David pushed them in. God.
His hand tightened around his cock, hips attempting to buck upward.
David looked so focused. His brows knit, he bit his bottom lip and stared
intently as his fingers moved in and out of the other, shooting tiny sparks of
pleasure all throughout Max's little body.
"Fuck, David," Max rasped, digging his nails harder into David's arms. David
let out a sharp breath and hunched forward slightly, trembling. His fingers
thrust deep into Max, causing him to arch and gasp. Max raised his brows. That
really turned David on. He grinned and raked his nails down David's arms in a
swift motion. The rattling moan that tore from David's lips echoed off the
walls, music to Max's ears. Max sighed with satisfaction, it felt so good.
Another finger introduced itself into Max's body. Max tipped his head back and
moaned, letting David open him up. It was all so new to him. The stretch, the
pleasure, the feeling; Max had experimented with touching himself before but
never in his life did he think he'd ever be gay enough to one day take it up
the ass.
David was very careful, despite his condition. In the absence of proper
lubricant, he substituted with conditioner. It wasn't the preferred option, but
it would do the trick. He hoped Max wasn't allergic. He would take extra good
care of him if he turned out to be. Max's pleasured breaths as he applied it
encouraged him to keep going. Eventually, David deemed Max ready and slicked up
his own cock before pressing the head at his entrance.
The absolute terror behind David's eyes was priceless.
He wanted this. He wanted this now. Max lurched forward in David's grasp and
slammed a hand so hard across his face, his hand stung. "Do it you weak
bastard."
He grit his teeth at the stretching burn as David thrust in, a desperate whine
of pain and desire erupting from his throat. Max echoed it with one of his own,
his ass pulsing around David's twitching cock.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," Max's hand moved furiously around his straining
cock. Fuck it was so good. So, so fucking good.
David's cock rested against a spot inside him that left a heavy pleasure in his
lower stomach. He didn't move, stunned; petrified. Not until Max moved.
Eager to move things along, Max did his best to rock his hips against David in
that position. His hands coiled around David's pathetic little throat and
squeezed as he attempted to fuck himself on David's cock. He could feel the
breath rattle in David's throat under his hands, and he felt the way David's
hips jerked forward. Masochist.
It seemed to work. Once he bucked forward, David couldn't stop. He started off
slow, careful not to hurt the other, and slowly worked up to a rhythm. Max
wondered if he'd ever done this before. Probably a lame ass virgin. Hah, loser.
David and Max moaned in sync, the sound too loud to be swallowed up by the roar
of the shower. Every one of David's heaving thrusts against that cluster of
nerves deep inside Max brought about another harmony of pleasured cries and
brought them both closer to the edge. So when David spoke unexpectedly, Max
almost didn't catch it.
"Max," he huffed, staring down into Max's half-mast eyes, "will you... will you
say it? Just one more time. Please." It was hard to think through David's
strong thrusts, but Max searched his mind for what he could possibly be talking
about.
Then it occurred to him. Max had created a Pavlovian response in David. He
chuckled in a breath, a guttural moan managing from his throat.
"Fucking," breath, "pathetic," he scoffed, shaking his head. David bit his lip.
Max's grin spread wide and he stared directly into David's soul.
"Hey, Daaaviid."
And there it was, the high pitched whine that signified David's end. He pulled
out- tried. Max locked his legs around David's hips and forced him back inside,
sinking his claws into the abused flesh of David's throat.
"Don't you fucking dare pull out."
David was unable to stop it. The torrent of pressure that had built inside of
him became too much and released all at once, emptying its entire contents
inside of Max. The blood hot flesh, twitching and straining inside him; and
David's face, overwhelmed with ecstasy, sent Max hurtling over the edge. "Fuck
fuck fuck," he moaned, hips jerking reflexively in his hand as Max's release
spilled out over his fingers and dripped onto his stomach, quickly washed away
by the shower.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Max's limbs went limp, his jaw slacking
open. His sexual awakening had hit him like a train, knocking all function out
of his little body. His heavy breaths mingled with David's who was quaking in
his spot, finally satisfied after so many ruined attempts.
They gazed at each other through half-lidded eyes, reveling in their afterglow.
After some time, David dropped to his knees and set Max down gently on the
shower floor. Max was still incapacitated and completely ragdolled.
"Max..." David began, casting his eyes away in shame.
"Shut up," Max interrupted, still breathing heavily. "Shut your stupid fucking
mouth and just enjoy it." David knit his brows together and took a deep breath
of the steamy shower air. Max's heavy eyes drooped shut. He smiled. Mission
accomplished.
They laid like that for ten minutes, David softly caressing Max's arms. Guilt
weighed down on his shoulders, despite Max telling him not to feel that way. So
he cared for him after the fact - tenderly cleaning him, washing his hair and
wiping away what leaked out of him. The sight made him cringe, he felt sick to
his stomach, but did not say what he felt in light of the fact that for once
all summer, Max looked genuinely happy and at ease.
He was about to start on his own hair when the bath house front door creaked
open and then clattered shut.
"David?" Gwen called, "Is Max in here? I don't know how he did it but..."
David went ghost white. He started to stutter out a response but Max lurched
forward and grabbed him by the jaw, curling a hand over his mouth.
"Do not panic. Do you understand me?" Max growled in a whisper, deadpanning
into David's eyes. "You're going to go out there and be fine." David's
hysterical eyes flicked between Max's. "I showed up and then left without
anything happening. I'll sneak out and be back in my tent before anyone heads
back. No one will ever know. Are we clear?" David hesitated for a brief moment
before nodding. Max dropped his hand and watched with daggering eyes as he
fumbled for a sentence.
"N-No, he's..." he glanced at Max who made a cutthroat motion, "he stopped by
but then left."
"Oh good," Gwen replied. "Glad to hear it. You okay in there?"
David swallowed hard and grinned nervously. "Yeah. I'm, uh, better." Max
smirked at this and nodded at him in approval. David smiled weakly.
"Alright well, stop wasting all the hot water. The campers are gonna be pissed
at you, you know?"
"I know," David admitted. He stood up to turn off the water. Max got up and
stepped out. He stole David's towel to dry off. David didn't complain or stop
him. Once he'd finished with it, he tossed it in David's direction and gathered
up his clothes.
David looked away as Max dressed, attempting to have some form of respect for
him yet. Max didn't bother ridiculing him for it. He'd had his fun.
Once he was clothed again, Max checked to make sure Gwen had left before
bidding David a smug goodnight and crawling back out of the stall, leaving
David standing there to marinate in everything that had happened.
He crept out into the night, unseen, and fetched his things from David's place
before heading back to his tent and settling in for a long night of self-
reflection.
His game was over. He'd shattered David.
So why wasn't he satisfied?
***** Teleiophile *****
Dawn of the third day had come and gone. Max's plan worked. Three whole days
later, he was still lounging in his tent eating stolen snacks from the pantry
and playing his DS in his pajamas. David never bothered him; Gwen never
bothered him. He was silently excused from every activity for three whole days
straight.
And that gave him plenty of time to think. Two weeks ago his only goal was to
get revenge on David and to never do another stupid camp activity again. That
much had worked. And by all means it was awesome and great or whatever, but
somehow - somehow - it had turned into actively lusting after David.
How it fucking devolved into that was completely out of his range of
understanding, but there it was. Max was staring blankly at his game, not
paying any attention because all he could fucking think about was David - 'What
is David doing? Where is he at? Is he jerking off? His moans are goddamn
addictive.'
But worst of them all was the infamous 'I have to fuck him again.'
Max had lost count of the number of times he'd thought about it. He wanted it,
and for some reason, he needed it. Whatever mental hell Max was sure David was
going through right now didn't matter. This wasn't even about revenge anymore.
Max got his revenge. This was about desire.
Max clapped his DS shut. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the fabric
ceiling. The game wasn't entertaining anymore. He hadn't been that interested
in it to begin with when he opened it. A deep sigh left his chest and Max's
eyes slipped shut. He breathed in deeply, biting his lip. David. What was he
doing? Max wanted to know so badly. Yet, it hadn't actually been that long
since the dinner bell rang for the night. Chances were, he was probably just
eating. Max felt a bit peckish himself, but didn't have much of an appetite
with the mountain of desserts he stole from the Mess Hall curbing every whim of
hunger.
He clenched and unclenched his fists with nervous energy, then reached for a
chocolate pudding cup out of the pile.
After around about fourty-five minutes, the rustle of the tent flaps opening
woke Max from his sugar coma. He hadn't noticed it'd gotten dark around him
until Neil flicked on the lantern on. He rubbed the sleep from his short nap
out of his eyes and greeted them.
Neil sat down on his cot and started gathering up his nighttime shower routine
supplies.
"Status report?" Max asked, sitting up.
"Same as earlier. He just read the whole time he ate."
"You sure? You didn't notice him acting strangely at all?"
"Max, when are you gonna be done with this whole weird-ass obsession with
David? It's really getting old at this point."
"I..." Max frowned and clenched his fists, averting his eyes.
"Neil's right, Max," Nikki added, "I'm tired of watching David for you. I wanna
go back to hunting bugs and stuff during David's lame activities. When can I do
my own thing again?"
"I don't know, alright?" Max grimaced, flopping back down and turning his back
to Neil.
"Weren't you gonna like, 'break him' or whatever? What happened to that?" she
asked.
"I already did," Max said, glaring at his pillow.
"What?!" Neil admonished. He pointed his hairbrush accusingly at Max, "Then
what the hell are you having us stalk David for?"
Max didn't have a response. He huffed and sat silently as smoke poured from his
ears and his face burned red. He didn't need to explain himself to them!
Neil scoffed at Max's lack of reply and tucked his supplies under his arm,
"Let's go Nikki."
"Okay!" The girl grabbed her things and turned to Max. "You coming Max?"
Max stayed silent and Nikki frowned. She shrugged to Neil and they both left
for the bath house.
When they were gone, Max rolled back over and stared at the space where they'd
been. David would most likely be supervising the bathrooms with Gwen. And in a
few long minutes, he would be heading off to the counselor's cabin for the
night.
And with that, Max's patience ran out.
After everyone had piled in and out of the showers and Max's friends had come
back to their tent, Max excused himself to the bathroom next. The walk was
slightly shorter. Since that wasn't where he was going.
Max jumped up to the window sill of the counselor's cabin and steadied his
grip. David was sitting on his bed in his ugly pine tree and bear pajamas, his
stupid nose wedged in the aforementioned book. Almost worse than Gwen. He was a
bit too far away for Max to see the title, but the cover had sunshine and
smiley faces on it, so whatever it was had to be utterly stupid. Besides being
focused, David looked kind of miserable. There was no colour to his face, he
wasn't smiling, his knees were drawn up to his chest. His eyes even looked sad.
Max smirked. Satisfying.
He took a deep breath and dropped back down to the ground. His arms and legs
tingled with anticipation as he padded up to the front door and knocked. His
heart palpated. He listened to footsteps approach the door and unlock it. And
then scowled at the sight of not-David. Gwen scowled back.
"What're you doing here, Max?" she asked accusingly.
"I need to talk to David," he said honestly for once.
"Look, just leave the poor guy alone. He exempted you from all activities,
mandatory and not, so why don't you get lost?"
"I need to talk to David," Max repeated firmly. He was not going to explain
himself.
"No. Go back to your tent."
Max strengthened his glare and squared his shoulders, rooting his feet to the
doorstep. "I need to talk to David."
"If it's an emergency, you can talk to me. Otherwise, piss off."
"I need. To talk. To David." Max growled.
A tiny creaking noise sounded from inside and David's small voice spoke up.
"Gwen?" Gwen pinched her nose. "It's- It's okay. Let him in."
"You sure?" she glanced over her shoulder at David and then back to Max, "I
don't trust him." Max sneered at her.
"Yeah. It's okay. We... need to talk."
She looked back down at Max, then stepped aside and crossed her arms, leaving
the door open for Max to let himself in.
Shutting it behind himself, Max stared at David who was standing in his
doorway, looking dead to the world. He couldn't even meet Max's eyes.
A heat welled up in Max's stomach. That broken look was... a really good look
on him. He shifted on his feet and glanced at Gwen, who was glaring as if to
say 'you see what you've done?' Max smirked at her then steadied himself.
Nobody said a word.
After some tense moments of silence, David cleared his throat and stepped out
into the den, gently shutting the door behind him. Max raised his eyebrows.
David gave him a nod of acknowledgment and ushered him to the armchairs by the
TV. Gwen stood where she was at in the corner and leaned against the wall to
supervise.
Max climbed into Gwen's seat as David settled into his own. They remained
sitting in silence for almost a full minute before David gathered the courage
to say anything.
"So..." he began. Max blinked languidly. "Have, uh, you been enjoying your down
time... Max?"
"Okay," Max replied promptly, sitting forward and pinching the bridge of his
nose, "Don't try to play it cool. We both know why I'm here, David." He crossed
his arms. However it was possible, David paled even more and accompanied it
with a difficult swallow.
"Straight, ah-" his eyes shifted to Gwen, "straight to the point, aren't you?"
David tried to give a dry laugh but it quickly died in his throat when Max
continued to stare at him expectantly. He took a deep, steadying breath, and
seemed to psyche himself up for the talk. "Alright. So- we need to discuss what
happened the other night in the showers."
Max smirked.
"I- uh, actually..." David eyed Gwen. "I'd like to speak with Max about this in
private if you don't mind." Max turned around in his seat and raised one brow
at the woman in the corner. She shook her head.
"Whatever's going on here, I think you're gonna need me to have your back on
it," she told David, then shot the bird at Max. Max's apathetic frown became a
smirk.
"I can take care of this myself. Thank you," he reassured her, but Gwen stayed.
Perhaps David didn't, but Max caught on pretty fast that what Gwen actually
wanted was to eavesdrop. It gave him an idea of how to move things along and he
turned back to David with the devil in his eyes.
"There isn't a lot of privacy around here, is there, Davey?" Max began with a
falsely-innocent tone. David could feel hell's first wind coming and paled in
fear. "I don't know how you - y'know, take care of yourself with such prying
eyes and ears. Well, that's not true, I know exactly how you-"
"Max-" David raised his voice, face blossoming with red. Max cut him off to
continue.
"Maybe we should take this to another room," he suggested, gesturing to David's
bedroom. "Since she won't leave this one, after all."
David opened his mouth to respond and then closed it again to ponder Max's
offer. After a moment of thought, he fixed his eyes on Gwen pleadingly.
"I really need to speak with Max alone. Please."
Gwen gave David questioning elevator eyes before turning and exiting to her
bedroom to leave them in peace finally. David breathed a sigh of relief and Max
one of grief. Not every idea would always pan out in his favour. David focused
on him once more. Max frowned and crossed his arms.
David opened his mouth.
"You know she's still eavesdropping, right?" Max cut in. He waited for David to
respond with blatant denial but instead David just stared at him for a few
moments without saying anything.
"One moment," he excused himself.
Max followed David with his eyes as the man stood up and headed toward Gwen's
door.
"Gwen?" he said with a knock, despite knowing she was right against the door.
Gwen opened up and David spoke quietly and in a surprisingly level tone as he
laid her down in a bed of lies. "Max is having... boy trouble and feels
uncomfortable with you listening to our conversation."
He had to give him props for lying with a straight face on this one, it was
clearly working and was actually somewhat believable.
"Max is coming to you for puberty advice?" she questioned in disbelief.
"Uh- well," David quickly glanced back at him, "Max is a boy and I'm the only
adult male here while Mister Campbell is away so..." David gave her an uneasy
grin accompanied by a nervous chuckle.
Gwen rolled her eyes, "Jesus, alright go talk about boners or whatever then."
David's stomach dropped clear to his feet and the door was shut in his face.
Max snickered from behind. David took a breath and turned to see Max having
moved to lean against his bedroom door frame.
"If I were you, I wouldn't risk it. You wouldn't want her to hear us talk about
boners, would you?"
David glowered at him, but had to agree and walked past him into his bedroom.
Max shut the door behind them.
David didn't sit on his bed. He wordlessly discouraged Max from doing the same.
Instead, David sat down cross-legged on the floor rug. Max sat on David's bed
anyway, prompting a frown.
They sat in yet another awkward silence for minutes that felt like hours. David
kept fidgeting with his hands in his lap and biting his lip and running his
fingers through his hair. He searched for so long for the right words to say
before finally discovering them.
"I..." David hesitated, looking down to the floor in shame. "About what
happened in the showers..." He twiddled his thumbs in his lap and screwed his
eyes shut as he steeled himself for what he was about to say. "I'm so sorry,
Max. What we did - what you went through that night was a despicable thing for
me to do. Something I'll never ever forgive myself for. And I wouldn't expect
you to forgive me either."
Max let him talk.
"I hope you can believe me when I say I'm going to seek help for this. And that
I have never in my life thought about doing that to you or any other child. It
was so... sudden."
Max stayed quiet. David swallowed. His face was as red as a beet.
"I would, um, like to ask you something." He took a deep breath. "You're a very
smart kid, Max, and a lot more grown up than most kids your age. You understand
what happened, don't you?"
Max nodded, raising a brow.
"And you understand that kind of thing is reserved for adults only, correct?"
Max didn't nod, but David continued anyway.
"I just - I feel horrible asking this, but I need this job. You said it
yourself, the job market is impossible these days. And I know you hate it but I
really love this camp, Max. I've been here since I was a kid and I know every
rock, tree, and creature on the whole camp grounds. Of course it's no excuse
for what I've done and under no circumstances should it ever factor in a case
like this. I'm not asking for mercy. I don't... exactly know what I'm asking
for. Nothing, I guess?" David spluttered, "T-Time, maybe. I'm seeking help and
all, but I still need this job to pay expenses and-"
Max finally butted in, "For god's sake, idiot, I'm not after your job. I'm the
one that forced you into it. And then told you to shut up when you tried to
apologize the first time."
"Oh," David visibly relaxed, releasing a breath, "thank goodness." He shuffled
in place a bit, then resumed his anxious posture. "But we still need to talk
about this." Max rolled his eyes. "For your sake."
"For my sake or yours, David?"
"Max, this isn't a game. What happened was so wrong, and very, very illegal. I
feel bad enough asking you to keep it a secret, but having done it alone goes
against my entire code of ethics."
"So, yours."
"Please. I need you to understand me when I'm telling you that this was in no
way, shape, or form morally correct."
"Oh my god, shut. up."
"Max-"
"David, fucking shut up about being a pedophile for two seconds. You didn't
even do shit! Use that prissy little pink phone to look up what a 'teleiophile'
is." David knit his brows and slowly pulled out his phone, genuinely curious.
"Look, I don't know what I expected in the beginning - I just wanted to fuck
you up for making me do that shitty rope course."
David's eyes flicked up, "That's what this is about?" he asked sadly. Max
ignored his question and David's eyes sunk back down to his phone as the other
continued talking.
"And I blackmailed the fuck outta you when I caught you jacking off." David's
shoulders tensed. "But like, I dunno man," Max rubbed the back of his neck and
then his temples, "you can't follow someone around for weeks and edge them
every single day without some wires getting crossed."
David put his face in his hands, dropping his phone in his lap, "I am so sorry
you had to go through that. It's all my fault."
Max groaned out loud and jumped down off the bed, brandishing his hands in
exasperation, "No! Didn't you just hear anything I said, idiot? You didn't put
me through anything! Except that stupid ropes course." He crossed his arms.
"You might have noticed by now, but I don't actually do anything I don't wanna
do." Max shrugged and said to himself, "Without incentive, anyway."
David couldn't think of anything to say. He was at a loss for words as the
crushing weight of shame and guilt washed over him. Max eyed him up and down
before sighing and walking up to him. He grabbed the tuft of David's hair and
jerked his head back, fixing fiery eyes at him.
He opened his mouth to continue correcting him, but instead froze in place. He
could feel the utter terror radiating off of David as their eyes locked. Max's
chest tightened, forcing a breath out of him.
"Oh my god," he breathed, feeling a familiar urgency introduce itself. He
shifted, never breaking eye contact with David, and reached down to rub between
his legs, which immediately made David break eye contact.
"Stop it," David said sternly, admiring the wall. "This isn't the way to prove
your point."
Max's hand hesitated for only a second before pressing against himself heavier,
"Oh I think we're well past that now," Max uttered to himself more than David.
David either didn't hear it or ignored it.
"Even if you are a... 'teleiophile', it doesn't mean you can do this to me. You
need to understand the importance of mutual consent."
He didn't actually intend it to, but Max's voice came out a lot lower in
response, "'do this to you'?" he repeated, feeling himself harden a little more
the second time around. He exhaled heavily, "do what to you?"
David's throat closed up. He tried and failed to swallow three times, then
pulled himself out of Max's grasp and - Max suddenly climbed into his lap,
placing one hand on his shoulder while the other continued to grind at his
crotch. "What am I doing to you, David?" Max crooned. Then he chuckled
breathily, "And who exactly isn't consenting here?" Max shifted forward until
the hand palming at his erection was replaced by the pressure of settling
against David's crotch. He could feel the outline of David's cock through his
clothes. Max said with satisfaction in his tone, "Doesn't feel like you have
any objections about this."
Panic surged through David's body, he practically threw Max off of him. Or
tried at least. The moment David's hand launched out to press against his
chest, Max steeled his grip on David's shoulder and dug his nails into the
fabric of his shirt. In his panic, David tried again, with both hands, to
remove Max from his lap, but Max abandoned the hardness in his jeans to grip
onto his object of burning lust.
"Don't fight it, idiot," Max growled lustfully, rolling his hips against David,
"You want it again. I want it again. You have no fucking idea how much I've
been thinking about this. I gotta give you props for being a good lay."
"Max, no-" David argued, shaking his head. His hands were trembling, Max
noticed second to the semi David was forming as he looked down.
"I think you mean, 'Max, yes.'" His voice dripped with sensuality. Max leaned
forward and curled his fists into the collar of David's shirt. He grit his
teeth and rocked his hips forward, effectively rutting his and David's growing
erections against each other. A shameful sigh tore its way out of David's
throat that died into a whimper. This man was so pathetically easy to break and
manipulate.
"Ah, Max-" he choked out in an attempt to protest. Max interrupted him with a
moan of his own.
"Fuck, David."
Because it was fucking hot.
And it was making Max incredibly hot too. He shed his hoodie and shirt in
record time, discarding it to the floor and immediately pressing his body flesh
with David's.
David was still making an, albeit very weak, attempt to fight this; and Max
knew that whatever he'd done to David that night was sticking with him. If his
loss of vitality wasn't obvious enough, his evident and shameful arousal spoke
volumes. Max hadn't been the only one still fantasizing about their sex, as
much as David profoundly wished it different. He liked it. And he liked this.
After all, David wasn't physically weak. He clearly had no trouble lifting Max
during their sex (or any other time for that matter. The man does conduct
weights camp regularly...); he could have freed himself of Max's grasp at any
time. Even through a violent struggle, if need be. But he didn't. He was
sitting there, and he was desperately pleading, but he wasn't fighting it. And
every tiny micro-crack in David's resolve was an open door for Max to bust
right down and take everything he fucking wanted. David was against it morally,
he made that stupidly clear, but after dragging him around on a leash for
weeks, Max had collared him that night. And ownership is a damn near impossible
thing to break out of.
So when Max's hands snaked their way down to the hem of David's night shirt and
David urged them away with a soft plea, Max grinned and chuckled, jerking the
fabric upwards anyway. He pushed it up to David's throat and latched onto the
pale flesh in front of him, suckling and nipping wherever he landed to leave a
mark on his property.
And this absolutely ruined him. David went lax, head rolling back and shoulders
slumping. He breathed out a whiny sigh that made Max twitch in his jeans. Max
made a mental note to use this again in the future.
Because this was just the second time. It would not be the last.
Plus that sound made him really hard. David in distress. It was a beautiful
sound. Attractive. With David lax, Max trusted the opportunity to reach back
down to his jeans and undo the button while moving his mouth to a new spot to
mark.
He felt David's cock pulse, hardening a little more beneath him. The man
whimpered again and pathetically attempted to push at Max once more. It, of
course, failed. Max shrugged his hand away and relocated his tongue and lips to
David's throat. Which, in turn, made David harden even more.
The fight in him was dying. Max had him whipped. Their bare chests pressed
together, Max instead pushed David back until he was laying on top of him,
kissing his stomach. His little hand worked down the zipper to his jeans and
pushed them partway down his hips, then migrated to the elastic band of David's
pajama pants. He inched them down David's waist until he was able to grind his
erection against David's with only their underwear to separate them. Max moaned
heavy against the bottom of David's ribs, his hot breath making David's skin
prickle.
"Fuck, this is hot," he rasped, bracing his hands against David's hips and then
sitting up to rock his hips into David's. "Fuck fuck fuck."
David noticeably reacted to Max's filthy mouth, twitching against him. Max
glanced up to see David's hands covering his face and muffling the tiny
whimpers and whines dribbling from his lips. He grinned maliciously.
"You like that, don't you? You like it when I swear? Is that why you always
tell me to watch my language? So you don't get hard in front of everyone?"
The whimpers became words - "No no no no no, I swear..." keeping their same
quiet, pathetic consistency. Max laughed.
"Yeah, okay. I mean, I don't believe you, but okay."
"It's-" David's words were broken by gasps at Max's movements. His head was
spinning, the world seemed staticky and surreal, his nerves were lit up. "I-
It's not like that, Max!"
"Relax. Your secret's safe with me." And it was, "Considering it's my secret
too."
David's response was a long, sad whine. He felt so horrible about that. About
what was currently happening. About not being able to stop it. God what was
wrong with him.
Max noticed David's erection starting to wilt. His mind must be wandering;
slandering himself. That wouldn't do. Time to up his game. He began peeling his
and David's underwear away, both joining up with their pants below their hips.
When they were both free, Max circled a hand around their erections and stroked
them together in sync. With the buck of his hips and the moan that poured from
David's lips, it wouldn't even be obvious he was trying to stop himself from
enjoying this.
"Fuuuck you're so hot like this, you sick bastard," Max moaned, thrusting his
hips and stroking them both at the same time. "I want you inside me."
"Max..." David heaved, "no..." Sweat dribbled down his forehead, soaking his
hair. He wiped his wrist across his head, displacing stands of his hair across
his face. His half-mast eyes caught Max's expression. Lustful and evil.
Dripping with desire, mounted upon hate.
And in that moment, David knew he was fucked.
His eyes rolled back and with a defeated moan, his hand darted down to replace
Max's hand around their cocks, stroking furiously.
"I'm so sorry," he sobbed, bucking his hips into his movements. Max's moans
filled the room.
"Fuck," Max breathed, sitting back and rolling his hips into David's sex, "I'm
not."
David sat up suddenly, coiling his arms around Max and continuing to buck
upwards against Max's hard-on; "I know," he rasped.
The words hit Max like a punch to the gut and he went lax in David's arms,
moaning "God, yes," over and over and over again.
The pair continued on like that for minutes longer until Max began leaking
precome. Then he separated himself from the other with both hands against his
chest.
"I fucking want you, idiot. Fuck me over your bed." David shuddered hard and
twitched, then bit his lip and nodded solemnly. Max returned with a grin, then
got up from David's lap.
Before heading over to the bed, Max made sure to lock the bedroom door, then
barricaded it with a chair beneath the handle. When he turned back, David was
standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at the floorboards with hollow
eyes. Fuck. Max gave his cock a few strokes as he stalked back over to his
partner and climbed onto the bed.
He pushed his jeans and underwear down far enough to expose his ass for David,
but kept them on. He said nothing but grinned as he watched David reach for the
small bottle of lube he kept in his bedside table for personal use and squeeze
some out onto his fingers. With one hand steadying on Max's hip, David
swallowed hard and gently began spreading it along Max's entrance, shallowly
pressing inside him every so often.
Max's moans were light against David's sheets as the cool lubricant readied
him. He stroked himself in waiting, gazing back at David as he worked him over.
"Jesus," Max uttered, "that feels good." He tried to encourage David to
proceed. It worked wonders, making David push his fingers in a little further,
which in turn elicited a moan from Max. "Oh god," he moaned, curling his
fingers into the bedsheets, "Fuck, this is this torture."
David paused. Max bit his lip and hissed at his poor word choice, then promptly
threw his hips back against David's tentative hand, coaxing him forward. He
continued, "Please don't stop. I need more."
"Max, I-"
"Don't. fucking.stop." Max interrupted sternly, followed immediately by a
broken moan at David's finger lurching forward. He felt David's cock twitch
against his thigh. After a pensive moment, David quietly replied.
"Okay."
Max's breath left him in a heaving moan as David pushed two fingers all the way
in down to his knuckles.
"Oh fuck that's good. Keep going."
David did. One hand resting on Max's hip, David rhythmically worked his fingers
in and out of Max, relaxing his body around them. Max's breathing coordinated
with each movement as did the motions of his hand around his hard and leaking
cock.
"I'm so sorry," he heard David mumble from behind. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
But David's fingers never stopped. Max responded with a breathy chuckle but
didn't dignify it with an actual response. David knew he was into it already,
he was apologizing more to himself at this point.
When Max felt his lower stomach tense up, he knew it was time to move on.
"Alright," he huffed, propping himself up on his arms, "as much as I'm enjoying
this, I don't wanna come until you fuck me. So hurry up and get inside me
already."
David cringed at these words. Or maybe he cringed at the effect it had on him.
Max watched from over his shoulder as David's cock throbbed and he responded to
it by slicking up his hand and stroking it to readiness. David's eyes fell shut
and tightened as he pressed the tip against Max and gently pressed in.
Oooh god wow that was... really something else. Max's hand tightened around his
cock and his jerks became rougher. Wow wow wow, it was just as incredible as
before. This was an amazing idea. He moaned into the mattress, raking his nails
down the cotton bedsheets.
"Yeeesss," he breathed until David's hips finally met his. They were still for
a moment, Max's breaths heaving as his body adjusted to the cock inside him.
David waited until Max gave the go ahead before he started shallowly rocking
his hips forward.
"Ah," David huffed as sparks of pleasure rolled through his abdomen. He was
barely moving at all, but his sensors were hyper active. He gripped Max's hips
a little harder and pulled him close, pushing in to the hilt.
"Fuck," Max swore. He curled his fingers in the bedsheets. That hurt a bit. He
wasn't about to let David know that, though, and ruin this whole thing. So he
accompanied it with a few stokes to his aching cock, which in turn helped the
pressure.
David pulled back out slowly, slow enough to give Max goosebumps.
"Ohh yeah," he moaned with the slow drag of David's cock against his insides.
David released a heavy, pleasured breath and eased back in so as to not hurt
his partner. "Mmm, fuck that's good."
Max's body began to relax and David's picked up the slack. Gradually, his
motions became more rhythmic and, with the help of Max's ostentatious moaning,
a touch confident. Max kept glancing back over his shoulder to watch David's
face as he was fucking him. The way his eyes were glazed over and half mast and
his cheeks bloomed with red, and the way his hair, drenched with sweat, stuck
to his forehead. There was this focused and single-minded look about him like
this and something about it just sent surges of heat all through Max's writhing
body.
Then before he knew it was coming, Max's body locked up and spilled his seed
onto David's bedsheets.
"Aah! Shit," he groaned, jerking his cock with each spurt of ecstasy. When his
orgasm subsided, he draped forward onto the bed and gave a content sigh.
"Dammit, I didn't mean to come that fast." He glanced back over his shoulder
where David was biting his lip and gazing lustfully at him, still hard inside
him. Max smirked, "Keep going."
"Thank you," David murmured, picking his pace back up. He rolled his head back
and let out a breathy moan. His laboured breathing filled the room, only
accompanied by the sound of skin on skin and Max's occasional grunts.
Finally after a few minutes more, David made a pensive noise before pulling out
and stoking himself to orgasm on Max's back. Max scoffed and muttered something
under his breath that David understood to be a gripe about his choice of
protection. David's body gave a few last jerks before he sighed a breath of
exertion and lied down next to Max's inert frame.
"Um," he began nervously. Max turned his head to David's speaking, his eyelids
heavy. David couldn't meet his gaze, "I, uh, hope it was good for you," he said
quietly. Max frowned and turned his head back the other way.
"Moron."
There were a few moments of awkward silence before David sat up and extended a
tentative hand out to pat Max's woolly hair. Max instantly shot a daggering
glare toward him.
"Move it or lose it," he snapped. David jerked his hand away.
"Sorry! I uh- I just- trying to comfort you."
Max narrowed his eyes at him.
David continued, nervously glancing around the room, "Do you need- can I get
you anything? Some water; a towel, maybe? Would you like a snack at all?"
"I'd like you to shut the hell up, for starters," Max said, pinching the bridge
of his nose. David bit his lip and cast his eyes down. "And uh, actually water
would be great."
David smiled, happy to oblige. Max figured he'd cling to anything that would
relinquish the guilt. David stood up and made himself decent again, and Max
reached for his blanket to wipe the come off his back. David frowned.
"Max," he grumbled, "I would have gotten you a towel for that."
"Mine's already on your bed anyway. You're sleeping with it either way, idiot."
David opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it and simply
smiled.
"I'll be right back," he said sweetly and exited the room. Max stuck out his
tongue.
"Ugh, no thanks." He got up and slid off the bed, doing up his pants and
grabbing his shirt and hoodie off the floor. He waited until it was clear to
slip out the front door and head back to his tent, putting his clothes on as he
walked.
The rustling of the tent and creak of his cot woke Neil up as he was settling
in. His best friend sat up and rubbed his eyes and Max froze like a deer in the
headlights.
"Max?" he said groggily, "Dude, where were you?"
"Taking a walk," he said a little too fast. He blinked, heart beating in his
throat.
"'A walk', really? Just your casual midnight jaunt?" He and Max locked eyes.
"Well what the hell do you do to relax, fucking long division?"
Neil squinted at him then laid back down, turning to his other side.
"Whatever, just be quiet. People are actually trying to get their beauty sleep
here."
Max smirked and tucked himself into bed, his mind replaying over and over how
easily broken and whipped David was. He chewed his lip, feeling power course
through him, feeling in control. David's stupid brightness shattered and
enslaved to his body. Fuck it was so good.
And it was going to be just as good tomorrow.
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