Jude sat up on his sleeping bag. Connor was across the tent from him, staring at the roof.

"My dad is going to be pissed," Connor mused, a wry grin on his face.

"Why?" Jude asked, scooting closer.

"He doesn't want me to share a tent with you." Connor leaned closer to Jude, his breath warm on Jude's face. "He's be even more pissed if I did this." Connor leaned in cupping Jude's cheek, kissing him softly. Jude responded, leaning on Connor's knee for balance.

They broke apart, Jude glancing at Connor in confusion.

"That was just to piss off your dad, wasn't it?" Jude asked, hands on his hips.

"Jude, I'm sorry, no I didn't mean it like that," Connor replied, reaching out. Jude jerked away in disgust. He crawled to the furthest corner, away from Connor. Connor followed. He took Jude's pale wrist in his hands. Connor brushed his chapped lips against Jude's, Jude refusing to respond. Connor pulled back and kissed him again. This time on the corner of the mouth, then full on the lips. Jude kissed back and pulled himself against Connor.

"I meant it like this." Connor muttered, kissing Jude again.

"So...like this then?" Jude asked, planting a kiss on Connor's nose.

"Like this." Connor's lips brushed over Jude's again, his eyes fluttering closed before delving into the kiss.