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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      David_(Camp_Camp), Max_(Camp_Camp), Nikki_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      reverse_au, Counselor_Max, Camper_David, Davey_-_Freeform, Mildly_Dubious
      Consent, I_mean_minors_cant_consent_so, Blow_Jobs, Heavy_Petting, csa
      mention, grooming_mention, Max_is_an_apathetic_asshole, Taking_advantage
      of_situations_he_shouldnt_oops
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-08 Words: 2287
****** Just an Hour ******
by Kialish
Summary
     Max just wants one hour of alone time, but even that seems to be
     asking too much when Davey hounds him for being negligent in his
     counselor duties.
Notes
     An art-for-fic trade with one glorious SheriffBudd <3 I honestly had
     a lot of fun writing this dynamic I may revisit it >_>
“Just give me, like, one hour.” Max insisted to his co-counselor Nikki. The
green haired girl pursed her lips in contemplation, hands on her hips.
Exhausted eyes bore into her own and she gave a sigh.
“Fine. One hour. I can’t handle them all on my own for longer than that!” She
said as Max raised his fists in triumph.
“I just need a break, Nikk,” Max assured, crooked grin on his face. He began to
retreat back towards the counselor’s cabin. “Oh, and keep a close eye on Davey.
He won’t leave me the fuck alone since he found out I hid the knitting camp
supplies last week.”
“I am only one person, Max!”
“Thank you!”
With a bit more kick in his step than normal, Max finally got into the
sanctuary that was the Counselor Cabin. Finally, a fucking break from the brats
of he had to take care of. This was definitely going to be his last year. He
might even cave and move back in with his shit ass parents if he couldn’t get a
job once camp was done. But he sure as hell wasn’t coming back here.
The kids were a goddamn nuisance, the few single moms that did dump their kids
here for the summer were total cunts half the time. Not even worth the effort
of trying to get into the Quartermaster's Store for a quick fuck. It left him
frustrated on his best days, and depraved on his worst. At this point, he
really didn’t care. He stayed and tried to hold out for Nikki, but honestly if
Cam Campbell cared enough to fire him, he’d be fucking out of here.
Right now he was frustrated, and in more ways than ‘these children won’t
fucking stop breathing’. He seriously just needed some alone time with a dirty
mag to rub one out before he could handle the screams again. Nikki didn’t know
that’s what he used his alone time for, but she didn’t need to know. All she
needed to know was he was going to knock skulls if he didn’t let off steam
somehow and get some alone time.
Tossing himself unceremoniously into his mattress, Max took a moment to just
spread his arms out and exhale. Then he reached under his mattress and pulled
out a porn mag. Sweet, sweet alone time.
The girls in these things were fairly attractive, chest bared and spread out in
awkward and exposing angles to entice its male audience, but man he would’ve
killed for an internet connection… He flipped through the pages with a
disinterested gaze. These bimbos would be so much better animated.
Sighing, he flipped to the centerfold and smirked. Yeah, she’d do just fine.
Redhead with massive tits, laying on her side to accentuate the curve of her
wide hips. A blue bikini around her waist left little to the imagination. He
could already imagine her ruby red lips wrapped around his cock.
Laying the magazine on his chest, Max undid his jeans and slid them down his
hips. Laying his head back he thumbed the head of his erection, slathering his
precum down his length. He was already so fucking ready, it was sad. He wanted
to take it slow, savor his alone time and milk it for what it was worth.
He tried to think of the redheaded bombshell, sucking him off. Taking her time
and lapping at his dick like a hungry dog. He bit his lower lip, bucking into
his hand. God, he’d make her choke on it, shove it down her throat. He was
panting now, face flushed with red as he daydreamed about the babe he’d never
fuck.
That was when the door slammed open. Max tensed up and slowly raised his head,
stopping mid stroke. God. Fucking. Dammit.
“David, what the shit?!” Max barked at the diminutive 10 year old that was
standing in front of the door with hands on his hips. “God, I asked Nikk for
one thing!”
“Get out of bed, Max!” Davey said, cheeks and chest puffed up. “I know you’re
just trying to skip out on activities!”
“Davey- No- Argh!”
Max pulled himself up to a seated position, cock still hanging out and
miraculously unnoticed by the kid.
“I’m a little busy here, kid, if you haven’t noticed?!” Max growled. “God, I
ask for one fucking hour…”
“You had an hour yesterday!” Davey replied, coming closer. “You just don’t
wanna come and- Oh.”
There. He noticed now! Max glared at him. He didn’t fucking care if the kid saw
his dick. Wasn’t like he didn’t see his own when he was naked, right?
“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Max mocked derisively. “You want to fucking leave and let me
finish, brat?”
Davey was staring at his cock, little face flushing red. Max sighed, rubbing
his face.
“Shoo. Go on. Get out. Leave!”
“U-uhm…”
“You want to take a fucking picture, Davey?! Jesus christ, it’s a penis. You
got one too! Haven’t you seen one before?” God, he just wanted to jack off in
peace.
“W-well. Just Mister Campbell’s…” Davey admitting, bright green eyes finally
tearing away. Max deadpanned then groaned. Fuck, of course the fucked up old
man fucking diddled the kid, and didn’t even take care enough to make sure he
didn’t blab… As if he needed another reason to leave this fucking camp…
“Awesome… Fine, you wanna closer look or something?” Max asked with a sigh.
Davey’s eyes locked with his. He took a few steps closer, eyes filled with
genuine curiosity. Max should’ve probably resumed shooing him off. “Is it that
fucking fascinating?”
“Stop saying so many dang bad words!” Davey chided. Max barked a single laugh.
God, that’s what was bothering the kid right now. He climbed on the bed, Max
crossing his arms and trying to not feel under Daveys scrutiny. Then he
motioned closer.
“Hey hey hey, If you touch it, you gotta finish what I started.” Max warned. A
determined pout set on Davey’s face and he grabbed Max’s dick with more force
that needed. “Oof- okay, okay, loosen up, Christ.”
Max watched with morbid curiosity as Davey stroked him. He had to admit, it
felt kinda… good? His hands were so small but whatever Campbell did to him, he
knew what he was doing with them. Davey’s face was twisted up in concentration,
tongue peeking out between his lips. This was probably fucked up but, God, it
felt nice to get a little TLC.
Davey’s face was still flushed, gaze softening as he used both hands to stroke
Max’s twitching cock. His lips parted as he panted, leaning forward and licking
the head of Max’s erection. Oh yeah, that sent shivers down his spine.
“Fuck, kid, you don’t have to do that.” Max said, despite the creeping heat on
his cheeks. “I’m not Campbell, you can still fucking skedaddle on outta here
and let me finish on my own.”
“I-I want to!” Davey replied adamantly. He looked away shyly. “I. Uhm. Didn’t
mean to interrupt you and-and you said-”
“I was fucking around. You don’t have to do shit.”
“I want to.”
Max looked down at Davey, his eyes standing out against the flush of his
cheeks. Fucking cute. When he wasn’t bugging the shit out of Max, at least.
“Fine.” Max would probably regret this later. Probably.
Davey leaned back in, licking up Max’s shaft. Fuck, it felt nice to have
someone's mouth on his dick again. Just pretend it was a hot chick, and not a
kid. He took in Max’s head, sucking and swirling his tongue just right -
fuuuuck - hands working up and down the rest of his cock. Max dug his hands in
the bed sheets, exhaling in sharp pants.
Davey dipped down, trying to take more of his cock in his mouth. Max felt the
graze of some teeth, but the kid was quick to try and correct himself- Fuck,
had Cameron been getting this kid to deep throat him? He could only imagine the
package on the old creep… Unable to keep twisting the sheets, he ran a hand
through Davey’s hair.
“Fuck, kid.” Max hissed, feeling the heat pool between his legs.
Max closed his eyes and rolled his head back. He tried to pretend it was the
magazine chick so he’d feel a little better about the fact a kid was giving him
a blow job. It wasn’t easy though; Davey wasn’t trained and careful lips. Davey
was sloppy but determined, drool dribbling down his chin with his brows
slightly narrowed. Davey was a small mouth to fuck, and god, it was almost
better than the fictitious babe. He stopped trying to imagine her, peeking down
at the kid between his legs.
He started thrusting in tandem with Davey’s sucking, trying to be careful.
Every now and then, Davey had to pull back and take a breath. It was annoying,
but if it kept him from being found with a dead kid who literally choked on his
dick to death, then fine.
Max was getting a little more aggressive on his thrusts, feeling so
tantalizingly close. Davey glanced up at him with shining eyes, cheeks flushed
and drool around his mouth. Fuck why was that look a turn on? He tugged at
Daveys hair and gave a harder thrust, the kid making a noise of panic and
discomfort. Max gave an ecstatic groan as he spilled his load into Daveys
mouth.
He held him there for a moment, then dropped his hand. Davey pulled off,
sputtering and coughing as dribbles of spit and cum dripped off his lips.
“Golly…” David breathed, a note of agitation in his voice.
“Sorry, Davey. Got, ah, overzealous.” Max apologized between pants. Davey
coughed again, wiping the saliva from his lips. Max noticed he swallowed, brow
ticked up curiously. “You should probably go back with the others though. I
mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to tell you not to tell anyone about this…”
He tucked away his flaccid dick, zipping up his pants and shoving the magazine
back under his pillow. Then, he noticed Davey was still sitting between his
legs, knees splayed out and looking red faced and nervous.
“What?”
Davey squirmed, seeming to fight for words. Max’s eyes roamed south, noting the
small bulge in the campers shorts. Ah, that made sense.
“Alright, alright. No explanation needed.” Max pulled himself up to his knees,
towering over the red faced kid. “Campbell ever take care of you?”
Max pushed Davey down till he was lying beneath the counsellor. He shook his
head in response to the question.
“N-not always… Sometimes though!”
Max made a face and rolled his eyes.
“Didn’t think so. Probably used you and dumped you, like he does eeeveryone
else.”
Davey didn’t respond, but the blush on his face grew deeper as he looked up so
innocently at the counselor hovering over him. Fucking cute….
Max pressed a palm between Davey’s legs, the boy letting out a squeak that
melted into a moan. He was already shoving his hips up against Max’s hand,
desperate for contact. It was almost pitiful, the way his face twisted up in
fucking need, the way he grabbed at the sheets as if they alone held him to
this plane of existence. With just a bit of heavy petting. He was only a kid
after all… The counsellor slid his hand down Davey’s pants, gently touching his
tiny cock. God, so fucking small…
“A-aaah… M-m-max….” Davey whined, panting breathily at the skin contact. In
between shuddering breaths, he made small squeaks and moans. Max hated it. Only
because he was actually enjoying the stupid noises the stupid kid was making.
“Christ, Davey, could you be any louder?” Max hissed. No one should be poking
around the counselors cabin, but Davey had barged in without a second thought
so who else might try? This was hardly a camp sanctioned activity…
The kids response was to moan louder, bucking into his hands harder.
“Shut up, David!”
Max focused on getting the kid off faster primarily so he’d shut up and reduce
the risk of either of them getting caught. He wasn’t exactly used to getting
off a kid, but alternating between fondling his balls and cock seemed to do
more than enough. It didn’t take another minute before Davey gasped and pushed
his hips into Max’s hand and went tense. Max waited for a sticky mess, but it
didn’t come. Right, he wasn’t really developed down there for that, was he.
God, this was so fucked up. Yet, a part of him didn’t feel all that regretful.
As he pulled his hand out of Davey’s pants, the kid lay still, staring at the
ceiling and breathing heavily. Coming down from the high. Max pressed his back
to the headboard of the bed, eyes darting at the window briefly just in case.
But no one was there. He exhaled and turned his attention back to Davey.
“You alive, kid?” Max asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Max?”
“Yeah?”
Davey pulled himself to a seated position, hair messed up and cheeks still
tinged with pink.
“I think I love you.”
Max deadpanned.
“No, you do not. You’re just lucky I felt like being nice.” Max replied. “Get
whatever fucking idea you have out of your head. And hurry up and get back to
the other campers!”
“... Only if you come, too!” Davey demanded. “Your hour is almost used up
anyway…”
“You little… Fucking…. Fine. Lets fucking go.” Max growled, throwing his hands
into the air. Davey won this round, and his eyes sparkled as he realized he
had.
“I still love you, Max.”
“Shut the fuck up, David.”
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