Thanks for the great reviews, guys. I know I act like a jerk (it's part of my charm) but I really do appreciate you guys.

Even with your chorus of 'MOAR.'

ANYWAY: this chapter is not the original chapter 13.

The original chapter 13 was much angstery with Little Rock and Tallahassee bonding.

I decided that a double whammy of angst wasn't just the kind of jerk that I am.

This is the kind of jerk that I am:

Columbus sucked in big gasps of air as if he couldn't get enough of it but what he really couldn't get enough of was Tallahassee's mouth. His mouth which was hot around Columbus' dick, along with his tongue and—jesus fucking Christ—Tallahassee's teeth. Columbus' hips jerked and stuttered in the tight grip of Tallahassee's hands that gripped him hard enough to bruise, to make Columbus' bones feel like they were cracking under the pressure of his want and need.

Tallahassee pulled his head back and with an obscene pop, Columbus' cock slipped from his lips shiny and slick with spit in the dim light. "So eager," Tallahassee said in that quite-not-right voice that made Columbus' toes curl. "What am I going to do with you?"

The words 'fuck me' were just on the tip of his tongue but Tallahassee was surging forward, lips meeting his with a bruising force that stung his already split lip, and taking the breath from him. Columbus groaned at the taste of himself on Tallahassee's tongue, hot and heady and heavy. He felt that hard grip on his hips tighten and then, suddenly, lift him upwards bringing their hips flesh and their—oh. He gasped Tallahassee broke the kiss and he found himself unbalanced, falling backwards to crash hard onto the mattress.

"We finally get to fuck," Tallahassee grinned, teeth looking especially sharp and white. He reached forward, hand coming to rest on Columbus' chest, holding him down. "Don't forget to scream, kid." Tallahassee's hips shifted and-Columbus blinked awake, shivering and cold and tipped over onto the ground.

He coughed, pulling himself up and out of the twist of camp-chair and sleeping bag. Blurrily he saw the crouched form of Wichita, her back facing him, and as he continued to squirm free a startlingly wet-cooling sensation made itself apparent in his pants. Columbus immediately stopped trying to free himself, face flushing hot as he attempted instead trying to hide this embarrassing development.

Wichita must have heard him squirming around because her head turned to look at him over her shoulder. She smirked, wide and rakish, "I thought falling over on your head would have woken your sorry ass up but," she stood, dusting her hands off on her jeans, "you just kept on dreaming." Columbus felt his face burn hotter and Wichita tipped her head back, laughing.

"Fuck you," he grumbled as he freed himself from his cocooned confines with the loud rip of a zipper. He stood shakily onto his feet, kicking off the remaining blankets and stumbled over to piss behind a tree. Sadly he stared at his ruined underwear and, somehow, forlorn dick. It was the first orgasm he'd had since that first time with Tallahassee and, while admittedly lonely, still an accomplishment. This was all ruined by the simple fact he couldn't even remember the orgasm part of the orgasm or his dream-idea of what getting fucked would be like.

He sighed, tucked himself back into his still damp trousers and made a face at his hands. Washing his hands was going to be an interesting thing to figure out. Somewhere behind Columbus, Wichita was still laughing.

I hope you enjoyed that. I am laughing right along with Wichita.

Next chapter is entirely Little Rock and Tallahassee being sad.

IDK what it is about Tallahassee and making me write sad things involving him.

Maybe it is my revenge for having to write the word 'Tallahassee' so much. Especially since I am Floridian.

It's funny to think about the capital this way.

LONG NOTES ARE LONGER THAN ACTUAL CHAPTER AHAHAHAHA

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