4 Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Song of Solomon 1:4

J.T


Today: Tuesday – Still first day if camp.

I think the reason I'm so happy when we arrive at the camp is because it made all the choir kids shut up. I don't think I would have been able to handle one more song without grabbing the nearest and sharpest item and killing myself. I grin wildly at the fact that they've finally shut their mouths and stare out my window. There's a lot a trees. And a path that leads into the trees where, I'm guessing, the lake and all the cabins and whatever else there is on this camp are located. "This looks promising." I roll my eyes over at the brunet and then look back out my window.

Marcus stands up at the front of the bus and clears his throat to get our attention.

"We're here,"

No fucking way.

"And I want all of you to get off the bus in a line. No shoving or pushing to get to the front. Then I want you to all orderly take your bags from me when I hand them to you. Understood?"

Everyone but Brian and me murmur 'yes sir'. Marcus doesn't notice and he steps off the bus. As soon as he's out the door everyone stands and, in a nice orderly fashion, they step slowly out of the bus. Brian and I are last because we were all the way in the back. Once everyone gets their bags Marcus leads us down the rocky dirt path and into through a shady opening in the trees. As soon as we walk out from under the overhang you can see the lake and another path that leads into another patch of woods. A sign next to it says, "Cabins." There are a bunch of other buildings situated not too far away from the lake.

The dining hall, worship center, game room, etc…

Marcus stops and explains it to us, like we're stupid or something. Brian nudges me.

"Thank God he told us…I had a feeling I was gonna get lost."

I grin. "I never thought the words 'thank God' would come out of your mouth." He only grins and looks back over at Marcus who's still telling everyone where the cabins are located…even though the sign tells loud and clear. They have good signage here and I'm sure everyone could've found it on their own. If they know how to read and I'm sure they do 'cause every one of them had brought a Bible with them. "Ok, now follow me into this building over here where will go over the rules…" So, like the good kids we are, we follow him towards a small white building with no sign.

There are about forty desks – And there are only twenty of us in all - sitting inside and a large screen. Brian and I grab desks in the back as everyone else files into seats closer to the screen. I notice the projection machine and realize he's probably going to show us a Bible movie or something. I almost groan out loud in distaste. Smiling widely, Marcus steps to the front of the classroom. "We're going to watch a little video of how we're supposed to act while here at camp." Suddenly the lights go down and I'm quickly aware of the fact that I'm sitting really close to Brian. In the dark. With no lights on. I do my best to ignore him as a video comes on screen with a kitten.

The girls 'aww.' Then the video talks:

"Kittens are cuddly."

Kittens are sweet."

It shows another picture of a kitten that the girls 'aww' at.

"They always turn off the light when they leave a room."

It shows a picture of a cat walking out of a room. How lame is this? All the guys are smirking and trying their best not to laugh. I smile. How old does Marcus think we are?

"They shut the doors quietly,

They're always polite.

Kittens never curse or swear,"

Brian snorts at this and I grin over at him. When I look over at Marcus he's staring right at me. I look back at the screen and there's a picture of two kittens playing with each other.

"Kittens never play pranks on peers.

Kittens never say bad things about each other.

Pause. Another different picture.

"Kittens are not like people.

People are bad.

And, when you're bad…

God kills a kitten."

Suddenly a loud scream comes over the speakers and there's a picture of a bloody kitten on the screen. Then a e-mail address scrolls along the bottom of the screen and, after the e-mail address, the words: Be good. Save a kitten." Brian starts bursting out laughing and I join him. Everyone else in the room starts laughing too. Do Marcus and the other camp leaders actually expect us to follow the rules when we've watched a stupid video with kittens on it? Funny, yes, but extremely stupid. I grin over at Brian.

"That was…odd."

"It was fucking hilarious."

"Brian…you just killed a kitten."

I pretend to act all concerned and he just shoves me lightly on the shoulder. "I've killed millions of kittens by this point. What's one more?" I nod in agreement and shove him back. Soon Marcus is filing us out of the classroom, kids still laughing at the ridiculous video. "Ok, guys, you can go right through there," He's pointing at the path that leads into the woods and towards the cabins. "And choose your cabins. Don't fight." I grab Brian's upper arm and he suddenly pulls back with a pained expression and a hiss. I raise an eyebrow, pull my arm back, and stare up at him concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're full of it."

"Nothing's wrong."

He rubs his arm and I let the subject drop but I promise myself that I'll pry it out of him later. Shrugging, I grab his wrist this time and practically drag him towards the opening in the woods. "That eager to get me alone?" He just had to go and say that didn't he? My cheeks start flushing and I roll my eyes. "Noo – I just want to get a good cabin." He chuckles. "Oh, so you don't want to get me alone then?" I don't answer at first. I can't because I don't think my mouth can move. What a fucker. I look over at him hoping that, somehow, he doesn't notice how red my cheeks are and how red the tips of my ears are.

"No."

Lie.

"Oh, well, if you're sure."

This time I don't answer at all because I'm too busy dragging him to the cabin the furthest away. And the only reason I'm taking him to this cabin is because it's closest to the part of the lake that's sneaked through the woods and wound up here. After all, the lake is huge. "Are you sure you don't want to get me alone 'cause, to me, it looks like you're trying to get me as far away from everyone as possible." I roll my eyes. "I want the cabin next to the water."

"Oh, water front view. Niice."

"I know."

"The cabin's small though."

"All the cabins are small, moron."

The two of us step into the entryway after I open the door. In one corner of the room there are two beds right next to each other. The only thing separating them is a small nightstand with a lamp on top of it. The rest of the room is clear except for a rug, a small wooden coffee table and a few decorations. Like plants and stuff. There's a window over one of the beds. "I get the window bed!" I quickly let go of Brian's hand, fingers burning, and hurry over to the bed and throw my bags at the foot of it and then fling myself on top of it. Brian snorts.

"First you get the window seat on the bus and now you get the window bed too. Talk about selfish."

"What? You really care that much?"

He pretends to look offended.

"Yes. I wanted to the window bed."

"Too fucking bad, whiner."

I close my eyes and just lie there. Although I slept a lot of the way on the way here I could sleep again. The bed's comfortable and after long drives I always feel the need to sleep. Suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts, there are hands on both my sides tickling the hell out of me. And I would've been fine with that even though I'm the most ticklish person I know since I could've fought him off eventually. But then he was on top of me, knees on either side of my waist and…well…yeah. Giggling like a little schoolgirl I yell at him to get off of me. "Not…until you…give me…this bed." I roll my eyes under my closed eyelids, mouth spilling out gallons and gallons of laughter.

I swat at his hands, try to push them away.

I twist my body every which way underneath him, which isn't exactly a good thing for my lower extremities. "Br-Br-ian! St-stop! NOW!" I force my eyes open and push at his chest to maybe push him off of me but it doesn't work. Suddenly he's sitting hard on top of my stomach keeping me from moving and he has one of his hands clasped over my wrist and trapped over my head on the bed. His other hand is traveling down my sides and under my arms. God, I'm going to kill him when he lets go of me. "I don't think so, Taylor. This is your punishment for being selfish. Plus, that rule thing said Kittens are sweet so you should be sweet and give me this damn bed." I unconsciously arch underneath him as his hand continues to tickle me to death. I think I hear him moan, which makes me groan in response. "You…just killed…another…fucking…kitten!" His hand stops for a split second, which helps me catch my breath. "You're one to speak."

I don't answer. Instead I draw in deep gulps of breath incase he decides to start tickling me again so I can actually have some air supply. I also hold my body stock-still. I'm afraid to move because…well…I don't want to make myself harder then I already am. "Given up yet?" I stare stubbornly up at him. "No. I got the bed first." He smirks down at me, body leaning down until his face is hovering a few centimeters away from mine. I nearly moan when his hot breath flows across my face, sending goose bumps all over my skin. "I guess we could share it." Oh. God. Yesyesyesyes. I don't answer right away because my mouth is glued shut and my eyes are too busy taking in how close his lips are to mine and how fucking hot he is. He looks better way up close like this.

And I'm going to come in my pants.

How embarrassing would that be? He smirks down at me.

"Well?"

I work up the best smile I can at the moment given the circumstances. His lips near mine, his breath dancing across my already hot skin, his hips digging into mine and my erection shamelessly grinding into his ass. Yeah – I work up the best smile I can right now.

"Well…it did says kittens were sweet…and cuddly…and polite…so the polite thing to do would be to share this bed with you and I don't want to kill another kitten so…"

He chuckles, which causes his body to move on top of mine and that's not good. As if knowing this, he grinds his ass harder against my cock. What. A. Fuckhead. I tell myself not to moan, I tell myself not to arch up underneath him, I tell myself not to gasp at the whirlwind of pleasure, and I tell myself to act like none of this is happening. I do everything anyway. My body has a tendency to not listen to me. Then his tongue comes out and swipes across my lips and I think I'm trembling underneath him. Trembling because I'm hornier then I've ever been before in my life.

Brian should really do something about it. Now.

"Justin, that's so sweet of you. I should give you something in return."

How 'bout your dick up my ass right now?

With an amused smile, probably at my silence, he's suddenly off my body and walking towards the other bed. "I changed my mind. This bed is fine."

B.K

I didn't want to walk away.

I didn't want to leave him there with the impressive erection in his jeans, flushed cheeks, and a look of hardcore want and need drawn on his face. My dick didn't want to leave him not freshly fucked either but…there were some things that one just had to do. And, despite the fact that I was now the horniest male (Maybe besides Justin) at the camp, I'm glad I did because, seconds later, Marcus is charging into our room, clipboard in hand.

"All settled, boys?"

I don't think Justin's in any state to answer so I do. "Yeah." Marcus nods, looking at the two of us suspiciously. I raise an eyebrow at him as if to ask: 'So…what are you still doing here?" He shifts on his feet and quickly looks down at his clipboard. "Cabin number ten. Alrighty. Get down to the dining room in five minutes, boys." Who uses the word 'alrighty?' I only nod and he hesitantly turns around and leaves our cabin. I look over my shoulder and at Justin who still looks royally hot and horny. Before I can say a word he's hurrying away from me and out of the cabin and towards, I can only guess, to the dining room.

I smirk and slowly follow after him, loving the affect I have on him.

The way I get him all hot and bothered without trying.

And I hadn't been trying when I had grinded my ass into his dick. That was mostly for my satisfaction and, hopefully, we would both get more satisfaction after the very, very late lunch.