Guys Getaway
Cyrus Goodman was currently glaring at the only three male friends in his life, a trio that were somewhat chuckling at him as they set up. Over the left side of his face, the awkward teenage boy had a long red mark running up from his cheek to his forehead, made by a stay tent pole slipping from Cyrus's grasp and hitting him. So excused from setting up the tents, Cyrus sat on a log with both arms crossed watching the outdoorsy teens putting them up. They had managed to convince him into going out on a boy's weekend with them, but when he had agreed, he had been expecting video games and junk food. Not camping.
"Seriously? Which of you three thought that me and Camping… was going to make a good pair?" Cyrus groaned, looking around at the campsite and frowning at all the dirt and nature. He shifted around; this log was uncomfortable.
Nailing a tent post into the hard ground, the oldest of the four peered over to his nervous crush with a smirk. He gave a cocky little wave to the Jewish boy, having been the one to set up this trip with Jonah. They had all been cooped up in school, buried in work and stressed young men.
"I know you Underdog! We'll find something you love out here," TJ said, then nudged Jonah. "You're his bestie, make him enjoy."
Jonah snorted. "I am his bestie and if you remember, I was the one saying that Cyrus was going to hate this."
Kicking the dirt in retaliation to being dragged out into the wilderness, Cyrus swiveled around on the log to peer out over the vastness of the lake. It was a deep, clear blue, and the boy decided that it wasn't the worst thing in the world to be stuck out there for just a weekend if he could stare out at this every night. He could already imagine the night sky reflecting off of the clear surface, the stars glowing like they were really trapped beneath the water. Nevertheless, Cyrus wished someone had the money to rent out a lake-side cabin rather than sleeping on the ground.
Wanting to defend TJ a little, Cyrus responded to his best friend. "I don't hate camping… it's just… I have strong dislike of nature… being out in it for long periods of time… and spending time in a fabric triangular sleeping area…"
"So camping?" Marty replied, bursting out in laughter at Cyrus's attempt to cheer TJ up, since he had come up with the idea of the four of them going camping.
Jonah giggled to himself and kept unpacking things from TJ's car, but found himself unable to keep from stealing glances at Cyrus as he sat there awkwardly picking at bark. When he heaved a bag of foods out of the back, the boy stumbled a little. He fell back onto his ass and winced at the pain pulsing up through him. It took a lot of effort to heave the bag of junk food off of his lap, with some bags of chips spilling out onto the grass. The other boys saw and laughed quietly.
"What the f… firetruck! Did you put in this bloody thing?" Jonah hissed, from the heaviness of the bag.
TJ looked up and realized. "Oh right, that bag? I put the something special in the bottom,"
"What? Bricks?" Jonah hissed.
"Secrets, Beck. No peeking," The other replied with a playful smirk and finished off nailing in the last peg.
Crossing over to the stumbled over boy, TJ picked up the bag once the chips were kicked back inside. For him it looked like picking up nothing, and was wondering why Jonah was struggling to pick it up. He'd seen the boys muscles in the shower, so couldn't understand that he was struggling. Through, the rest of Jonah Beck's nearly undefined chest didn't match the muscles the boy had gained in the arm department. It seemed to be that he had only ever focused on working out his arm muscles and nothing else.
In fact the boy's pale chest and cute noticeable nips, reminded TJ of his chocolate chip muffin. Who other than a teasing peak on a face-time, had refused to show off to his friend. Even if Cyrus lifting his shirt for only him had given TJ numerous weeks of jerking off material, especially since he had been quick enough to screenshot the chat. He now had a picture of Cyrus Goodman showing off his undefined sexy chest to him. With the teen still occasionally loading up the picture and licking his lips from the sight of Cyrus's nips and somewhat hourglass shaped chest.
"Tent's ready, who wants which?" Marty said, throwing a pillow down into the blue tent door. "This one's mine soooo you guys can bite each others heads off while I make my bed."
When TJ opened his mouth to steal a spot with Cyrus in the red tent next to Marty, Jonah spoke first while sitting next to Cyrus. "I'll bunk with Cy! TJ can go in yours,"
Despite thinking this would be okay, Jonah ended up flinching a little when TJ gave him a glare.
"Fineeee… I'll share with From The Party over there…" TJ smirked, hiding his growl by using the information he had gained on the boy from Buffy's rants. But looking back to the other boy, he couldn't deny that Marty had a certain charm to him. The cute runner had given himself white tips and earned the nickname Danny Phantom around school, something that he took in his stride. "Beck where did you put the cooler? I gotta get my secrets on ice, and Cy brought Ice Cream like a muffin,"
"Muffin?"
Cyrus cut in rolling his eyes playfully. "I think he means dork,"
From within his tent, Marty snorted. "Well… someone did bring Ice Cream on a outdoor camping trip!"
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It took another hour to get Cyrus up from that surprisingly comfortable log, as the Jewish boy was dragged along to help collect firewood for later that night. He was taught how to chop up wood and somehow found himself enjoying the power that came with cutting straight through wood like that. The day dragged on, with fishing, chatting, and a little tree climbing on Marty's side. Slowly night fell across the camping grounds as the four teenage boys sat around enjoying themselves and letting the sounds of nature fill their heads. Darkness filled the sky, giving way to the brightness of stars above. Glittering brightly on the water's surface, reflecting in Cyrus's deep chocolate brown eyes as he stared out at its beauty.
"Ugh… can some change the noise… I'm sick of hoots and crickets…" Cyrus groaned, looking back.
Marty chuckled once more. "It's nature dude… we can't just change the background music…"
"Well I miss getting to change what by room sounds like, okay? And… and not having pets. Ew, there's even a bug on my hand!" Shaking his hand free of the critter, the young boy shuddered. This reminded him of how Andi and Buffy enjoyed playing pranks by slipping bugs into his pockets, "So we're here all weekend?"
"Mhm… all weekend…" Marty teased. "Oh and I should warn… be careful boys… I snore,"
Rolling his eyes, Cyrus hummed to himself and picked up a stone. With surprising ease he tossed it out across the water, watching it skip across the starry surface. Everyone else watched on in awe as the stone skipped some five times before dipping under the water, last to the bottom of the lake. Cyrus felt a hand clap his back and looked over in surprise. All the other boys were smiling at him and Marty was already throwing a stone to try to top the score. But it fell flat into the water with a large splash, and the runner kicked the ground.
"How did you do that? You hate camping!" Marty groaned and threw another with the same result.
Cyrus smirked, flexing his straw arms playfully while teasingly bragging. "Skills man! Ya boi got skill!"
In reality he was just lucky to have two fathers and a surprisingly athletic mother. Early into his life they had all taught Cyrus a few things before being dragged down by work and they all forgot the skill; Cyrus casually skipped stones whenever by a lake or a beach whenever he was bored. It was amusing to the boy to see his friends picking up stones and challenging him. They carried on for another hour but Cyrus came out on top with seven bounces across the star-decorated water.
"See… I can do something… sport related…" Cyrus grinned.
"Well… if you can do that, then maybe we should," TJ shared a knowing grin with Marty, their eyes locking together for a moment. He saw Marty's hand drop lower, rubbing his thigh then the pair glanced at a nervous Cyrus. "Us four go for a little… dipping…"
"Uh, I didn't bring a suit…" Jonah responded, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "I forgot it on my bed,"
Cyrus nodded awkwardly next to him, no one had mentioned they would be swimming so didn't expect to need it. He pouted at the look on his friends faced, how downtrodden they looked because neither of them had taken the initiative to bring trunks like a normal teenager going on a trip. Cyrus could only imagine how Jonah felt, because his friend had been the one to help plan this whole trip and had somehow forgotten.
Cyrus cleared his throat. "Ye-yeah, me neither…"
TJ and Marty shared a smirk, before TJ responded to the other two. "Who said you needed your suits… Neither of us brought swim trunks…"
"Dudes… Really?" Jonah responded, once he realized what they meant. "I'm not doing that with guys…"
"Scaaaaaaared Jonah just because of a little nakedness? We're all guys here, we've all seen dicks before. Besides, I might have sneaked a little peek of you in the shower," Marty waggled his eyebrows at the boy, giggling to himself. Openly Marty groped himself, and almost tugged his pants down a little to show off his undies but just managed to hold back. They didn't need to hear Cyrus screaming out to wake up all the birds again, as they had just settled into their nests.
The ball finally dropped for Cyrus as he realized what they were talking about with the teenager gulping at the thought of seeing all three of his male friends naked. "What? N-Naked…"
TJ shrugged and copied Marty, his hand grabbing his soft cock. "Why not Underdog? I thought you liked a little… guy time,"
Cyrus's eyes widened and his mouth ran dry at the implications of what TJ just said, with the boy looking around at his three friends before bolting. He couldn't believe that TJ had just hinting at his homosexuality. Cyrus didn't even know how TJ knew that he was interested in guys. Tossing it over in his mind, maybe he had been a little obvious at times. This entire trip was becoming to much for the boy and he needed to get away and think. While all three boys watched as Cyrus left, one was more concerned then the other two. Without saying a single word the youngest member of the group made a beeline towards Cyrus's hideout. With Jonah slowly making his way over to where his best friend had hidden himself away between a pair of trees.
Hearing someone, Cyrus peered around and was surprised to see that Jonah had followed him.
"Hey…" The musician whispered softly, not wanting to spook Cyrus.
Cyrus said nothing. His cheeks were tinged a deep red, humiliated. Not that he blamed TJ; how was the jock supposed to know that it would affect him. This was a guys weekend. Cyrus had heard about them, and once something about how Reed had lost all of his clothes in the woods.
Trying to cheer up his friend, Jonah attempted a line: "Those two are idiots… massive ones…"
"Please don't tell me about massive things, Jonah…" The Jewish boy blushed. "N-not right now…"
Jonah playfully flicked his best friend's arms. "Not everything massive has to do with that… and those two? So not massive. I bet even Gus is bigger…"
Cyrus couldn't keep back the hint of a smile and groaned. "Jonaaaaah, please stop!"
"Oooh do you want to hear about massive tits instead… I can show you some pictures Amber used to show me if you want…" Jonah teased, having found out Cyrus's secret a little while ago. He loved the amused face burning to life on Cyrus's adorable face, and how brightly the offer made him blush. "Soooo, that's a no?"
The look on Cyrus's face was a clear no.
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Standing over a small cliff face, Cyrus peered across the edge and felt his stomach lurch. Jonah had brought them to a small spot that he had once been to with his little brother Avi, completely secluded from the camping grounds. A place by the lake where nobody could see them. They weren't up to high, but just enough to make Cyrus feel queasy. He reeled back, stumbling over his feet and tripped backwards into Jonah's arms.
Jonah felt the wind knocked from his gut and struggled lifting his friend back onto his feet. The pair had been staggered a little by the slight fall; Cyrus even tread on his best friend's toes. After a small wince the brunette shifted his foot away. Giggling a little to himself that the cliff-side made the younger boy almost fall over, Jonah wrapped his arms around Cyrus and only let go once the Jewish boy was flat on his feet.
"You okay Cy-Guy?" Jonah whispered with a smile. "We can just go back you know?"
"Not while those two are groping themselves and dipping…"
They chuckled to themselves, remembering how those dorks were trying to be sexy.
"Now if it was Amber, you would so be ready to go back…" Jonah teased, earning a grossed out look from his best friend and a punch to the arm. The singer pretending that it hurt more than a butterfly landing on you did.
Cyrus tested himself and snuck towards the edge of the cliff again, looking down into the water. This time he managed to keep his composure and stutter to Jonah that it actually wasn't too bad, so turned back to face the other boy with an awkward smile. But that smile faded instantly and Cyrus's mouth fell open. For a moment it was like he was actually going to fall over the cliff and down into the deep water below. However, Cyrus stayed his ground and just looked Jonah Beck up and down. He felt his mouth dry up, and his heart skip a beat.
Jonah Beck was shirtless.
In fact, the musician still had his shirt hooked onto the tip of his finger. His muscles were flexed and his smooth yet usually undefined chest had a visible six-pack that almost made Cyrus moan out loud. To his disappointment the muscle faded back into Jonah's still sexy body when he stopped flexing, now staring back at his best friend. A dorky smile on his face, with those adorably sexy dimples showing.
"W-What are you doing J-Jonah!" Cyrus whispered, his voice a little horse.
"What do you mean? You didn't want to skinny dip with them so…" Jonah paused, his thumbs hooked on the hem of his shorts. "... You… you didn't want to with me either, did you?"
"Y-You… want to…" Cyrus whispered softly, the teen trying to process while not pushing Jonah into a panic attack.
Jonah nodded somewhat eagerly, smiling harder. "Oh course! It's not camping if you don't swim, and we can't swim without trunks. I won't try to touch you like those two,"
"B-But but… naked?"
"I only brought one pair of clothes," Jonah said quietly.
Cyrus fell quiet at that, he was going to try protesting for them to just swim in their underwear but it seemed that Jonah's mind was set. He couldn't help but try one last time however. "Y-You could borrow some of mine…"
When the Jewish boy offered that up he noticed that Jonah Beck was actually pouting. Feeling his stomach churning, Cyrus gripped his stomach tightly. He hated seeing Jonah Beck pouting, in his mind, it was almost criminal to have upset his pure ray of sunshine.
"B-but we're a different size, Cyrus…" The pouting boy muttered. "You're too tall,"
"Not for every article of clothing…" Cyrus replied awkwardly, not really knowing how to actually offer someone to use a pair of his boxer briefs, nor was he wanting to overly think of Jonah Beck wearing his underwear. For a moment his mind pictured Jonah actually in his boxer briefs, clearly seeing the sexy shirtless boy standing there with his cock tucked inside the tight fabric. "I don't know if I could, um… sk-skinny dip…"
Jonah sighed.
"I s-shouldn't have asked…" The singer replied with time. "We can just watch the sky if you want…"
The words died in his throat, watching in shock as Cyrus fingered his long-sleeve tee and tugged it off. His hourglass shaped chest was slightly tanned, which was a surprise, and slim. Cute enough that it made Jonah blush and his lips wetten, but the teenager was almost drooling when he saw Cyrus unzipping his pants and revealing a pair of grey boxer briefs with an unbranded black waistband. With wide eyes, Jonah took his lead and started to slip out of his shorts, sliding them down around his ankle before kicking them away. He was left in a pair of black and white Calvin Kleins that Cyrus loved the look of. The pair of your teens couldn't meet each other's eye, focusing on stealing looks at the other's body. One slim and cute, the other lean and strong.
"So…" Cyrus stated, as the teenage boys stood across from each wearing nothing more than their boxer briefs. "Now what…"