A few days had passed since David called Max's father and Allen did return the call, if only to ask about the sudden end of their call. "Oh, don't worry sir, just some faulty wiring on my end. All fixed though, so everything's fine now. … My statement about Max? Why, he's an outstanding young man! And a fast learner, too. Why since he's been here he's lear-oh… sorry Mr. Allen. Yes, I understand you're a very busy man. Alright then, I hope you can come visit Max soon. You have a good day, sir, goodbye now" David hung up the phone and glanced to the familiar poof of black hair in the window.
"Max, I know you're out there" he called and the boy poked his head up into view, "C'mon inside" David watched as the camper moved from the window and came in through the door. "What's up, David? Why were you talking to my dad?" the boy questioned his counselor who'd promised not to call him again. "Calm down, Max," the redhead stated, "he returned my call from a few days ago. I didn't complain or tell him anything negative about you. Of course, he did cut me off when I tried to mention your accomplishments…" "Because he doesn't fucking care, David. I've told you my parents don't care at all. Mom because she's dead-though alive she didn't either-and Dad because he's a businessman with more important things to do" Max huffed, "Not only that, but my siblings never cared for me and tended to bully me a lot"
"Hey… language." David corrected his language because the rest of Max's rant was true and he didn't want to start a little issue between the two of them. After all, the past few days since his promise was made they've been getting along a lot better. Well, okay, Max was still rambunctious… but things were a little better than before. The boy was getting less violent, which was a plus, and seemed to at least try and enjoy himself a little bit. He still pulled pranks, attempted to escape and skipped out on activities… but they were making progress. That was a win in David's book.
A few hours passed and David went into town to… 'recharge' as Gwen would put it. He did need a break and he felt the need to get away from his sinful thoughts for a while. Besides, his second job's boss called for him to get to work since they were short-staffed. What David didn't know was that once again, Max had stowed away in the camp mobile's trunk to see what this 'second job' could have been. That hyper counselor loved camp Campbell, why would he need to apply anywhere else during summer? Fall, Spring and Winter, yeah, but Summer? The camper just had to know what other job this man would have.
The camp mobile pulled up to Muffin Topz, parked in the back and David slid out of the driver's seat. Max slipped secretly out of the trunk and noticed where they'd stopped, "Muffin Topz? Is he a waiter or some shit?" the raven haired boy hurried in the back door before it closed and silently hoped the bodyguard from last time wasn't working again. He watched as the redhead entered one of the rooms in the back, probably to change into his uniform for work. The boy managed to worm his way through the back and slide to the main area of the building without being spotted as he waited to see David at work.
Meanwhile backstage, David was getting his makeup done by a coworker, "Angelique," he said, "I don't know if I can perform tonight…" Angelique patted the blush brush on his face twice more before putting it away to respond, "Davey, sweetheart," shu picked up some green face glitter and began applying it, "have you been having trouble with those dreams again?" this specific coworker was the only person to know and help the redhead with his little… 'pedophilia issue', and she was very supportive despite its illegality. "I told you that you're fine as long as you don't bring it up to the boy or anyone but me" she continued to apply the glitter in various places as she talked to her friend.
"I know, Angel," David replied, "but they're getting more and more frequent. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it back. He's only 10 after all." the conversation came to an abrupt halt as a stagehand poked his head in and said, "Davey, two minutes" then left. "Well… I'd better get out there. Wish me luck, Angel" he stood up and pulled on a trench coat for the element of surprise to the crowd. He heard Angelique say, "Good luck, sweetheart" before he could hear hooting and hollering from the crowd and the announcer introduce him.
Alright guys and gals, time for one of your favorite performers… Davey!
Max, who had sat himself in the front row by the stage, went wide eyed at the name given and as David came through the curtains. A song that was in a different language-probably about fucking in the forest or some shit-started playing and the redhead began dancing. As soon as the beat picked up, he threw the trench coat off to show his very revealing outfit to the crowd and danced on the pole. He didn't notice the camper in front until he approached the edge of the stage and bent down as he danced to whisper just above the music, "Max, what are you doing here?" the raven haired boy said, "I stowed away in the trunk." there was obvious disappointment in the redhead's eyes, but it didn't show in his dance.
"Meet me backstage after I'm done performing" is the last thing he said before getting back to his routine. Max watched the remainder of the performance, only waiting until David picked up the trench coat and flung it over his shoulder to slip back the way he came and wait for the man backstage. When he saw the older man approach him, coat now on and covering his body. "Follow me" he said as he passed the ten year old boy to get to a specific door marked 'A+D' and opened it. Max was right behind him and saw a woman come into view, "Angelique," he gently pulled Max into the dressing room, "meet Max. Max, Angelique."
The brunette woman smiled and walked over, "Good to meet you, Max, Davey's told me all about you." she said sweetly. "Angel, can we be left alone, please?" David asked and Angelique nodded, "Of course, sweetheart" she waved as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Max looked up to David who had sat down by the vanity table and started washing off the makeup from his first performance. The man sighed, "Max, why did you stow away in the camp mobile?" he asked the boy who replied, "I wanted to know what this second job of yours was, guess I got more than I bargained for" "...You don't know the half of it, Max…"
Max tilted his head, "What?" he questioned as David stood up, walked to the door and locked it. He tensed up slightly when the redhead turned to face him, "Look Max," the man said, "I've been having some fairly illegal thoughts towards you since you first came to camp Campbell…" the redhead dimmed the lights in the room and approached the boy, making him back into the wall, "Not… murderous thoughts though, something much worse…" he gently grabbed Max's shoulders and lifted him up off the floor, using the wall as leverage to hold him in place.
The raven haired boy squirmed slightly as his counselor continued, "I'd hoped those feelings would go away, that it was only a phase of mind, but it didn't. I'm a sick person and… and in love with a child" it was in this moment that Max realised what illegal thoughts David had been having all this time… he wanted to fuck him. "Y-you want to have sex with me, don't you?" the man's eyes widened at the camper he had practically pinned and Max continued, "I've… kinda wanted the same thing. I mean, I'm a kid, and kids pick on the people they… the people they like"
David's face flushed red and he couldn't help himself as he kissed the caramel skinned boy deeply. It was sloppy, heated, mostly wrestling tongues and clashing teeth. When they finally broke for air, David stared into Max's seafoam green eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked and the boy nodded. David felt a wave of disbelief, was this really happening? Was Max really going to let him fuck him? He didn't care if this turned out to be another dream, he was going to take advantage of this until he woke up.
