I know what you want
I'm gonna take you to a midnight show tonight
If you can keep a secret
I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind
Midnight Show – The Killers

J.T

Today: Wednesday. Second day of camp.

I wake up to the sound of Marcus barging in and clapping his hands as some type of alarm. For a few seconds I panic because I'm not sure if I'm fully covered by my comforter. After Brian telling me about Marcus last night there's no way I'm going to let Marcus see me stark naked. I'm relived when I see that my comforter is still wrapped tight around my waist. I don't want him seeing my naked chest either but that's better than him seeing my cock too. No thanks. I hear Brian murmur something about getting up in five minutes and I smile slightly. I let Marcus know I'm up by sitting up and he quickly leaves to wake up the other cabins. I quickly slip out of bed, take the quickest shower – Thank god the cabins have showers and there aren't group showers! – and come out of the bathroom all dressed and ready to go.

Brian, however, is still asleep.

I smile and kneel next to his bed.

"Brian, wake up. Marcus told you to, like, fifteen minutes ago."

I grab his bare shoulder and shake him until his eyes slowly peel open. "Marcus was in here?" I grin and nod but his eyes shut again and he covers his face with his pillow. I hear his muffled voice tell me 'five more minutes…' and I have a feeling he's already asleep again. I roll my eyes and stare at his bare chest for a few moments. I bite my bottom lip as my eyes scan the bruises that his father had given him and I can already feel the anger building up inside of me again. My eyes move downwards until they come to the blanket that's resting just below his narrow hips, a trail of dark hairs teasing under the blanket. I place a hand on his chest; trail my fingers down his soft skin – rigid where scratches are – until I reach the hem of the blanket. I remove the pillow from Brian's face and throw it on the floor.

"You really need to get up, Brian."

I slide my hand under the blanket and wrap my fingers around his morning wood. "I am up." I smirk and slowly begin pumping my hand up and then down. "I'd say you're up in more ways than one." He chuckles slightly but the chuckle quickly turns into a moan as I speed up my hand. His own hand joins mine under the blanket and his fingers wrap around mine and help me speed up the process of jerking him off. I only let him help me, though, because we have to get out of this cabin as soon as possible. Marcus will probably freak if we're late to breakfast or something. I lean over and press my lips against his and I can imagine what Marcus would say, or what any church leader would say if they walked into our cabin and saw this.

"Open your eyes, Brian."

He does as I ask. I like the way he looks, his eyes look, when he's horny. Pupils dilated, eyes glassy and wanting. Just fucking hot. I lean down and kiss him again. His tongue shoves inside and meets mine, his lips try, once again, to devour mine and I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to last all today without him touching me inappropriately…or touching me at all. He's breathing hard into my mouth and I move my hand faster. He needs to get off soon or Marcus will probably come and check on us. I press my thumb roughly against his piss hole and he's done. He comes into the palm of my hand moaning my name and sweat making his skin glisten under the rays of the sun seeping through our window.

He's fucking gorgeous. Beautiful.

I wipe my hand on his comforter and kiss him one last time before standing up

Now I'm hard and unsatisfied. This hardly seems fair.

B.K

Ok, for one, I don't know how the hell Justin pulled off that 'good morning, Brian' hand job without blushing. Secondly, I hate the fact that Marcus had come into our room. Thirdly, I'll have to reward Justin tonight for the wake up call because, by the looks of it, he's now the unsatisfied victim here. I take a quick shower and am pleased to see that Justin left me more than enough hot water and then get dressed. Justin looks more irresistible then usual, probably because I fucked him last night, in tight jeans and an illegally tight black shirt. Before leaving the cabin, I grab him by the front of said shirt and pull him in for a long, deep kiss that I want him to remember all fucking day because if he remembers it all fucking day then he'll be horny all fucking day and when he looks horny all fucking day than…my day will be pleasant.

Justin Taylor horny is a beautiful sight.

When I pull away and see the look in his eyes I see I have accomplished my task. "I'd love to say thank you for the nice wake up call…but we'll have to wait till later so that means, you'll have to settle with that." He looks up at me pleadingly, hands holding onto my hips and his swollen lips screaming at me to kiss them and devour them and make them mine. "Please, Brian, we don't need breakfast…" I smile down at him and am almost tempted to take him up on the offer but decide against it. At night it was risky enough but in the middle of the day? Plus, Marcus would probably flip out if Justin didn't show up at breakfast and come here and find us fucking and then call our parents. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Sunshine." He rolls his eyes and mutters, "I don't care" and then proceeds to press our lips together again.

He's very convincing but I push him away. He has no idea how much this is killing me.

"Justin – I want to fuck you so hard right now. I want to fuck you all day. I want to fuck you until you can't breathe, speak, or walk. I want to fuck. You. But, I can't. Marcus might walk in and ask to join in on the action."

A horrified look suddenly dawns on Justin's face and he covers his face with his hands. "EWW. Fucking gross, Brian! Fuck you! Never say that again or I'll…"

"You'll what?"

"Never let you fuck me again, that's what."

I laugh and pry his hands away from his face. He shouldn't cover up something so hot. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. How 'bout this for a mental image: you bent over one of the pews in the worship center tonight at twelve." By the look on his face I can tell he has forgiven me for giving him the disturbing mental image of Marcus joining us for a threesome. I can tell because his eyes get all hazy, unfocused, glazed over with want and need for, who I'm assuming, me. His lips also turn up into this shy little grin. So, all in all, he gets this look on his face that shouts: 'Brian Kinney fuck me now'. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. Our last one for the morning, I'm guessing and we both make it worthwhile. It's only when his hand is trying to slip into my jeans that I pull away.

"What'd I say, Sunshine."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it."

I grin and gently push him away before either of us decided to kiss again and things get out of control. I can only push him away so much. "Let's go. Marcus probably made you a special breakfast so you wouldn't have to eat the nasty food that they make here." He crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes. A grimace falls onto his face and he walks ahead of me out the door. He does, however, wait for me to catch up with him half-way to the dining building. I'm slightly tempted to grab his hand for a split second before I remind myself where exactly we are. When we get inside Marcus smiles at us (Justin mostly) enthusiastically. "Good morning, guys."

I almost roll my eyes. It would've been a better morning if I could've sunk my dick in a certain blond's ass. For some reason, Justin smiles brightly up at the church leader, all white teeth and beautiful. What the fuck does he think he's doing? "Good morning, Marcus." He practically sings it and even pats the man on the arm before leading the two of us to the same table we sat at least night. In the back. When we both sit down, him across from me, I glare at him from across the table. I think I'm jealous. No, I know I'm jealous and I don't want to be jealous because…me jealous because of Marcus? Fucking retarded.

"What the hell was that?"

Justin was the epitome of pure innocence when he looked up at me.

"What the hell was what?"

"Good morning, Marcus!"

I bat my eyes and make my voice all high-pitched for extra affect. He smiles slightly.

"I was just being friendly."

"Why? This is the Marcus that probably has wet dreams about fucking you."

He frowns, disgusted look making itself apparent on his face once more. "Can you stop saying that? That's so disgusting and why the hell are you acting so jealous? I'm trying to be nice to him so I can ask him if I can go to the worship center after it closes so I can have some time for myself to pray and think since my grandmother is sick and I don't feel comfortable being with other people while I'm praying for her." I blink and by the look on his face I can tell he's dead serious. Then a huge smiles plasters onto his face and he shines his smile directly on me. "I mean…if you were serious about fucking me on one of the pews."

I smirk.

"I was definitely serious, Sunshine."

"Then shut the hell up and let me work my magic."

"As long as you aren't working the magic you worked this morning."

He raises an eyebrow.

"What'd you do about it? If I did work 'that kind of magic' on Marcus?"

I grin, knowing full well that he would never, NEVER, give Marcus a hand job. He probably wouldn't even give him a kiss on the forehead. I stare at him for a moment before answering. "If you did do that first, I'd tie you to my bed and punish you by torturing you. Then, I'd fuck you. Hard." His face takes on the look again and he shifts in his seat. "H-how would you torture me?" I grin. "I'm sorry but I don't think that we're in the right place for a discussion like this one. Plus, I'm trying to eat. I need my protein." I take a bite out of my sausage as if to emphasize this point. He moans. Just soft enough for me only to hear it. "I can think of another way to give you protein, Kinney."

"As appealing as that sounds, I really like my sausage."

He smirks.

"I like your sausage too."

"Do you have to turn everything into innuendo?"

"Yes."

I watch as he looks down at his plate. He doesn't have sausage. He has bacon. He sends me a sweet smile.

"Can I have a bite of your sausage?"

J.T

"Marcus!"

The day flew by slowly. It was hard to make it through the day if you had Brian sending you little looks throughout the entire day, or telling you what he was going to do to you while you were trying to eat, or just looking like he does. I had a very hard, in more ways than one, time focusing all day. Except when we were all herded into the worship center for the nightly praise and worship time that went on from nine to eleven. Then everyone was told to go to bed and the lights had to be out by the time someone made the nightly rounds at twelve. The church leader stops walking and turns to face me, smile suddenly sliding up onto his face. I wait until everyone files out of the building before asking Marcus my question.

Brian passes me with a small smile and I watch as he heads, by himself, towards our cabin.

"Yes, Justin?"

"Umm…I was wondering if would be ok if I stayed here a little but longer…by myself. You see, my grandmother is in the hospital and she's dying of cancer and, sometimes, I get a little emotional while praying for her and…I'd really like to be alone and pray for her and this seems like the right place to do it."

The perfect place for Brian to do me.

Marcus suddenly looks sympathetic.

"Of course you can, Justin. I'll make sure to tell the other leaders so you don't get in trouble. I'm very sorry about your grandmother. I hope she makes it through."

I put on the best sad smile that I can.

"Thank you very much."

"Anytime, anytime."

I tell him that I just have to get something from my room and then I'll come back and he nods and begins walking to the Church leader cabin. I quickly walk towards my cabin. Brian's lying on his bed reading a magazine. He looks up when I enter. I grin at him and jump next to him on the bed. "He totally bought the grandmother story. You should've seen the look on his face when I told him. He looked so fucking sympathetic." Brian smirks. "Good work, Sunshine. Now get your ass over there and start praying." I grin and press my lips against his before leaving. When I pull away I'm hard, needy, and extremely wanting.

"I've wanted to do that all day."

Brian smiles at me.

"We'll have plenty of time to do that while I'm helping you pray for your grandmother."

B.K

Marcus finally comes around my cabin at exactly twelve. We exchange 'goodnights' and then he leaves. I have a feeling that he doesn't like me very much, which is ok with me because I hate the fucking asshole. A few minutes after he leaves I swing out of bed still clad in what I've been wearing all day and look out the door. Marcus isn't anywhere in sight so I quietly walk out and hurry towards the large building that is the worship center. A dim light is on inside and I softly knock on the door once I reach the destination. I look around me, ears alert, incase Marcus decides to just…appear. The worship center door swings open and I'm suddenly being pulled inside by an eager Justin.

"Finally…"

I laugh softly. I suddenly realize why it's so dim in here. There are candles lit, there isn't an actual light on. The flickering light bouncing on and off of Justin's face as he moves makes all of this even hotter and I can't stand to not be inside him much longer. "I've come to comfort you because of your grandmother." He grins up at me, arms encircling my neck and his body rubs wantonly against mine. "That's very kind of you." I smile, pull away, which makes a crestfallen look come onto his face, and turn to face the door. I quickly lock it and see that the disappointed look has been replaced with an excited smile. I grab him by the waist and pull him against my body again.

"I'm going to ask you, on a scale of one to ten, how sad you are about your poor grandmother and whatever number you say is how hard I'm going to fuck you."

This should be an easy question. He smiles amusedly and nods.

"How sad are you about your grandmother?"

"Ten, definitely ten."

Good boy. I grab his hand and drag him down the aisle of the worship center until we're at the very first pew and I give him my most commanding look. "Take off your clothes." He smiles and does as he's asked. First he toes off his shoes and socks. Second, his shirt is lifted up over his head and thrown on the floor mercilessly. Then his hands slowly undo the buttons on his jeans and it's taking fucking forever. "Faster, Justin." His hands speed up and his pants are quickly kicked away. There's nothing underneath and I meet his eyes with mine. "How long have you been walking around with nothing underneath your jeans?"

"All day."

Fuck.

"Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because."

I shake my head and continue on.

"Undress me."

"Yes, Sir."

He takes a step closer to me and his hands lift my shirt up over my head. Suddenly, he's turning me around so that my back is facing him. "What are you doing?" His hands hold onto my waist so I can' turn around and his lips press gently to my back. "I never got a chance to see your back last night," His fingers trail down my spine, slow and gently and I mentally curse when my skin shakes beneath the pads of his fingers. Then his lips are following and I know he's giving me more of his lip therapy like he had to my scars and scratches last night. I tilt my head back just slightly and let my eyes shut. His lips and hands on me feel fucking good and there's no way I can stop him from doing this to speed things up because I find that, as ridiculous as it sounds, it does make me feel better.

"I'm sorry you're so hurt, Brian."

He sounds angry and sad at the same time. His voice is oddly quiet and maybe, if I'm hearing correctly, choked up. His lips continue to brush across my back until I can't take not seeing his face any longer. I grab his hands to keep them on my waist and slowly turn around. He lets me and I see, regretfully, tears in his eyes at the fact that someone's been hurting me. No one's ever looked at me like that before. No one's ever actually showed that they've felt sorry for me. No one's every made a point to let me know that they care about me. Justin would be a first. I cup his face in my hands and press my lips against his. I pull back and study his face for a few seconds. His eyes still hold unshed tears for me, ME, and I smile.

"It's ok. You make it better."

He grins up at me and pulls me down for another kiss. His hands begin shedding me of my pants and I toe off my shoes and socks before kicking my pants away somewhere next to all his clothes. I pull our bodies together, hot skin against hot skin, and force his lips against mine. I pull back and reach down for my pants where a condom and my lube sit snug. When I'm standing upright again he pulls me in for another kiss, which I understand. I've come to the understanding that it's hard for the both of us to keep our hands and, especially, our mouths off of each other. I hand him the condom wrapper. "Put it on me." He quickly does so and then looks up at expectantly. I sit down on the front row pew and pull him on top of me, him straddling me like I want him to.

"You're gonna ride me."

I open the lube and squirt a generous amount in my hands, warm it up, and apply it to my cock, which was very hard to do considering that Justin's lips are somewhere on me the entire time. I wipe my hands on the pew seat and then grab his hips. He lifts up on his knees until he's hovering over my cock, his hands buried in my hair, and slowly eased down. He pauses for a moment once the head of my dick is inside of him and then forcefully sits himself on my cock. "Ohh – fucking god." I agree with him and tilt my head back and listen to his, our, heavy breathing as he gets used to the sensation of me filling him. I lift my head again and meet his uncertain eyes.

"W-what do I do now?"

Oh, fucking god. He's being serious. His fucking innocence turns me on way more than it should.

"Move up a-and down, Sunshine."

His lips crash against mine and he does as I say. He moves slowly at first as his lips move furiously against mine and then he just…slams down. Fast and hard and, "Fuck, Jesus Christ, Justin!" He does it again and I guess he likes the reaction he got out of me the first time. I grip his hips tight and help slam him down on my cock. When his head tilts backwards, one of his hands is gripping onto the pew behind my head and the other is gripping tightly to my arm as he continues to rise up and then slam down, I attack his neck with my mouth. I realize that in the morning there are probably going to be hundreds of hickies covering his skin beautifully. All because of me. He groans and I bite harder. "Bri-Brian – close." I release one of his hips and grab his cock instead and begin pumping him for all that it's worth.

A few pumps later he's coming into my hand.

"Oh – fucking – Brian…"

He moves up and down exactly three more times and I'm coming. I yell out his name, loud, and I hope no one else heard it outside. If so, we're both fucked. And not in a life affirming, positive way either. I slip out of him and, again, he groans in disappointment and I distract him by kissing him long, hard and rough. It works. It also makes both of us half-hard again. I pull away from him and we both get up off the pew. I would've fucked him again but I only brought one condom with me. So the two of us get dressed, both stopping every five seconds to kiss each other or just touch. Either way, it takes us fucking forever to get our clothes back on.

Once we both manage to get dressed Justin grabs me by the hand. I grin at him.

"Now that's what I call worshipping."

Justin giggles – yes, giggles – and nods towards the large cross on the wall. On the cross is a statue of Jesus nailed to it. Justin smiles over at me.

"That's probably some of the best worshipping he's seen in years."