The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.
Exodus 4:14

B.K

Today: Thursday, third day of camp.

Wednesday is the one day that we're allowed to sleep in and…I don't. It's not that I got up on purpose – I just…go up. Justin on the other hand is out. I get up off the bed and decide to take a shower. What else am I supposed to do while waiting for him to get up? Then a thought occurs to me – I wish someone could join me in said shower. But I'm not stupid and I'm definitely not going to take the risk. I've been taking enough risks as it is. Last night had been worth the risk though. Last night had been fucking HOT. When I got sent to this church camp I bet the thought of two teenagers fucking in God's holy sanctum never crossed Joan's mind. If only she knew.

The look on her face might be worth it.

Worth telling her all about it.

I take a quick shower, get dressed in the bathroom, and walk out fully expecting Justin to be up by now. He isn't. I roll my eyes at his sleeping form and considering waking him up but…he does look pretty tired. Plus, this allows me to stare at him as much as I want without him knowing it. He looks perfect doing anything. Even sleeping. I should keep him out super late more often. I watch him for a few minutes while sitting on my bed. Then I start to feel a little bit…stalkerish and decide to not just…watch him while he's sleeping. That's freaky. So I begin pacing around the room, bored. I consider waking him up again but he might not appreciate it. Since when do I care if someone appreciates something or not?

Honestly. I never care about that kind of thing. Usually.

Justin's different though. Justin's…Justin. Justin's…mine.

And, strangely, I think I care about him.

J.T

"It's about time. I thought you were dead."

I put the pillow over my head to block out his voice, despite the fact that I like his voice. Suddenly my pillow disappears and is thrown in a random direction. I'm not sure where because my eyes are closed. Well, they were, but now I stare up at Brian's scolding face. "You need to get up, young man. It's twelve. I've been sitting around with nothing to do for hours. Plus, the sheet says that there is fun filled activities scheduled in an hour and you missed breakfast. You need some food."

Knowing that I'll have to get up, I yawn and stretch before slowly sitting up.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"Because you looked tired."

I smile up at him. "Thanks." He shrugs. "Now you owe me. I had nothing to do except sit here." He helps me up off the bed and I immediately press my mouth up against his. It's a natural thing to do; honestly, I can't not keep my mouth or hands off of him. That would be impossible. I pull back with a smile. "I'm sure I can think of a way to pay you back." He smiles down at me, hands gripping my waist, and his lips meet mine again. I slide one hand in his hair because I love his hair and my other hand tries to slip into his pants. 'Tries' being the keyword here. His own hand comes over mine and keeps it from going anywhere near his crotch. I pull away and look up at him with a 'hello! I was about to touch your fucking cock!' expression on my face.

He laughs. LAUGHS.

"We have to go, Sunshine."

"Says who?"

"The sheet up paper with the schedule."

"Since when do you listen to paper?"

He pushes me away but we both know he doesn't want to…if the boner in his pants is any indication. God, why am I always left feeling horny in the morning? "Get in the shower, Little Boy and hurry up." I cross my arms over my chest, put a pout on my face, and practically stomp to the bathroom. I just woke up, I'm horny, and I'm being denied of Brian. You have no idea just how much this doesn't help my mood. I don't even get to jerk off in the shower because five seconds after I get in I hear Marcus telling Brian to hurry me up and get down to the dining room for lunch. God, life just isn't fair. I'm left unsatisfied again. I owe my dick the hugest of apologies. Brian better praise it later.

When I get out of the shower:

"What's that look for?"

I stare at him. What kind of question is that?

"What do you think? I'm so horny right now."

I all but whine it. He only smirks. Idiot.

"What? Last night wasn't enough for you?"

I latch onto his arm and pull myself against him.

"Nooo. I want you so bad. Now."

He smiles and pries me off of him. "Now, we have to go eat." I sigh and tell my hands to stop touching him. It's hard. "I'd rather eat something else." He tells me that he would too but, despite this fact, we both stride out of the cabin and towards the dining room for the lunch that's sure to be good. Not. We sit at the usual table, Brian and I talk about everything but he mostly just tells me that he can't wait to sink his dick into my ass tonight, which, in turn, makes me glare at him because he knows that I'm way too horny for him to talk to me that way. Moron. Then we go play games. Flag football is on the list again. This time I can't sit out because I can't keep up the "hurt foot" thing anymore and I, basically, just stand there.

"Hey, Taylor! Too busy inspecting your nails to play?"

Ok – There's this guy. This guy that I've known since…forever. This guy that I attend school with. This guy that gets off on making my life a living hell when not under the watchful eyes of adults. This guy that hates me for some unknown reason. Probably because I'm better looking than him. Chris Hobbs. I'm actually surprised. Surprised that he hasn't said a word to me yet. I can't believe he's held back this long. Then I realize why – Marcus and some other camp leader, I think her name is Trish, had wandered off a little ways and seemed to be in a heated discussion about something. Probably something stupid.

This is pretty much the first chance that Chris has had to get on me.

I glare over at him but don't reply. I'm smooth like that. Why is he even at a church camp? He's the most ungodly person I know, well, except Brian and I of course. He smirks and I'm guessing it's because I didn't snap back with a comeback. I don't let on that he's right about my sexuality because I know that he has no idea what he's talking about. I hope so anyway. He's always enjoyed taunting me about checking my nails, checking my makeup, and, basically, being a fag. I don't know how he could possibly know though. Unless he has a pretty impressive gaydar. I hope I'm not that obvious.

But I don't have to say anything anyway 'cause Brian does.

"Lay off, asshole."

I look over where Marcus and Trish are standing. If they hear anything they don't let on.

"Mind your own fucking business."

"Justin is my business."

I smile slightly. Chris has no idea how much I am Brian's business. Good thing he doesn't have an idea though. Things don't need to get back to my parents and things especially don't need to get back to Brian's father. Except, that wouldn't matter. Whether Brian believes it or not, I meant everything I had said about him hiding away in my bedroom. Sure, that might be the stupidest thing in the world. I mean, how long can I get away with someone hiding in my closet and my mother or father not finding out. That's not even possible. But I'll make it happen. I'll do anything in my power to get Brian away from that bastard. I'm brought back to reality when Chris suddenly shoves Brian. I guess I missed a few exchanged words.

Brian doesn't fall, he winces a little bit and I can only guess that it's because of his battered body, but he shoves right back. Chris actually does fall down on the ground and, a second later, Brian is on top of him raining punches down on the boys face. God, Chris is going to look uglier than usual when Brian's through with him. Then Marcus and Trish are back yelling at the two of them to stop. Brian does, eventually, and is being hauled back up to his feet by Marcus. I almost tell Marcus to not grab him so hard because he's hurt but I don't. I'm sure Brian wouldn't end up appreciating it. Marcus still holding Brian and Trish holding Chris, Marcus demands to know 'what the heck is going on.'

Chris lies, of course.

"He just attacked me."

"Liar!"

Marcus looks over at me. Oops, I hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Justin, tell me what happened."

Shit. Why do I have to. God.

"Uh – Chris said some mean sh-stuff to me, Brian told him to lay off, Chris didn't lay off and they got into a fight."

Marcus nods towards Chris.

"You come with me and we'll have a talk after we get you cleaned up,"

He looks at Brian who, to put it lightly, looks pissed.

"You go down to your cabin and give yourself time to cool off."

Brian quickly pulls himself out of the man's grasp, I don't blame him, and hurries off towards the cabins. Then Marcus turns to me. What could he possibly want with me now? "Do you need to talk to me about anything?" WHAT? What is he talking about? What does he want? To be my personal counselor? Psycho. I quickly shake my head and take a few steps back. "No…thanks." He nods. Wait, did he look oddly disappointed? I don't have time to make sure because he's walking away with Chris in tow. Trish takes over the rest of us – all the good doers look shocked at everything that had just happened – and we continue the game, which is me not participating.

Then we move on to other activities: a canoe trip around the lake, a small group session where you talk about God and read the Bible, small ten minute break period where you're forced to sit at picnic tables and either read a devotion or the Bible, and then dinner. Brian didn't show up for the rest of the day and that's not good for me. I need to see him. He'd definitely make a sight for my very, very sore eyes. Chris came back but, thankfully, he avoided me like a plague. I anxiously wait through dinner for Brian to show up and he, of course, predictably doesn't show up. I dread the second I walk up to Marcus to ask him if I can go see if he's alright.

"Sure you can, Justin, just hurry back for chapel in ten minutes."

I nod, tell him thank you, and practically run to our cabin. When I get in he's sitting on his bed reading a magazine. He smiles at me when I walk in and I glare. "When were you planning on joining us again?" He shrugs, a confused look on his face. "Uh, I wasn't. Would you if you had the chance to "cool off" for the rest of the day?" I shake my head and sit down next to him. "Yeah, but you left me there with nothing good to look at or talk to the rest of the day." His smile comes back onto his face and he throws the magazine aside and bends over, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me until I'm dizzy and probably forgetting all about him "ditching" me all day.

"You'll have to punish me later then."

I grin, eyes still closed and still tasting him on my mouth. He kisses me again and, in seconds, I'm on his lap with his arms around me, his cock grinding against my ass. Then I remember that I need to leave. Dammitdammitdammit. I pull away, cheeks probably pink and lips swollen and, of course, breathless. "I have to go." He groans and his head bangs against the wall. "What? Why? Where?" I smile and slowly, and regretfully, off his lap and off his bed. I paste up the most disgusting images of old straight people screwing each other to get rid of my hard cock. It works like a charm.

"Chapel. I told Marcus I was just coming over to make sure you were alright. Can you come?"

"Obviously not now."

I grin and grab his hand and try to pull him off the bed.

"C'mon, please. For me?"

I grin and bat my eyelashes at him playfully. He rolls his eyes but does give in and walks with me all the way to the worship center. Maybe this was a bad idea, coming here. Because when we walk in we end up being seated right there. Right where we were last night. Right where we had an extremely hot fuck last night. Great, just great, I'm getting hard all over again. Brian smirks over at me as I shift in my seat but I can see I'm not the only one reveling in the thoughts of last night. Thank God we're both wearing bug shirts and baggy pants. We wouldn't want anyone to get the right idea here.

B.K

Sitting here is…not good.

Sure, the thoughts are good but the physically happenings of said thoughts are not good. Through the entire chapel service we're both shifting in our seats and, probably, earning odd looks from other people in the worship center. I try to distract myself but when everyone starts singing praise and worship songs I hear Justin join in and, well, he can sing. And lets just say that he has a fucking great voice and I can no longer be distracted because I like listening to it and it doesn't help anything. Damn him. Damnhimdamnhimdamnhim.

When it's over the two of us walks as normally as we both can, sit on opposite beds as calmly as we both can until Marcus checks in on us and flips off the switch. Then I'm up and walking towards his bed. It's about time.

Finally.