I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.
Genesis 28:15

J.T

Today: Friday -- last day of camp.

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The first thing I do when I wake up is look over at Brian's bed. Just to make sure that he's still there. I mean, I guess I kind of figured that he'd be incredibly freaked out about last night. Not only had he left himself vulnerable and totally exposed, he had let me tell him that I love him. And he had said he wouldn't avoid me if I did. I hope he keeps that promise. Except - my stomach sinks when I see that his bed is empty and freshly made. Groaning, I dig my face into my pillow and start screaming at myself, all sounds muffled by the fabric. I should have kept my mouth shut. God, I shouldn't have let him talk me into fucking him. I should have told him to just stick his dick in my ass so everything would be ok right now. I bang my fist once against the bed in an attempt to let out more exasperate anger. I am so stupid.

"Uhh - am I interrupting something?"

I suddenly stop my muffled-screaming tantrum and look up to meet the familiar raised eyebrow and amused smirk on Brian's face. Now I feel even more stupid than I had before. I blink, slowly pull myself into a sitting position and bundle myself up with the comforter. "You." Now he just looks confused. I don't blame him - I'm not being very specific I guess. "...Me." I raise an eyebrow at him as he sits down on the edge of my bed already dressed and ready for the day to begin. "Where were you?" He doesn't say anything more a moment. He's still looking at me with an odd expression. Great - he probably thinks I'm mentally deranged or something. "I...was in the bathroom." Yeah, I don't think I've ever felt so stupid in my life. "Oh. I thought,"

"You thought what?"

"That you were gone."

The odd look disappears and a knowing look takes its place and an awkward silence fills the space between us. Maybe I should have worded my statement differently. I reach over and place a hand on his shoulder, slide it up and around the back of his neck and gently caress his mouth with my own. When he pulls back, "You thought wrong." I smile and nod. Tell him that I'm sorry for thinking wrong. He kisses me again, long and slow, hand sliding underneath the comforter and his fingers sliding around my bare cock, dancing up my shaft and working their magic on my turgid member. Soon I'm gasping into his mouth, clutching onto his shoulders, teeth skimming along his throat and coming in the palm of his hand.

Then I'm in the shower but only because Brian made me. I guess it was a good thing too because as soon as I shut the door to the bathroom I hear Marcus enter our cabin for his routine wake-up call. Man, Brian's really good at knowing when the moron's coming. I take a quick shower, get changed, and hurry out of the bathroom. Brian's packing his stuff when I come out.

"What'd Marcus say?"

"That we needed to pack. So we're already ready when it's time to go."

So, I do the same. I drag my suitcase onto my bed and begin folding my clothes one by one. Slowly. For one, I don't want to see Marcus any sooner than I have to. Secondly, I don't want to leave the cabin where we have to go and face the rest of the world. Brian's mouth descends on my neck while his arms wrap around me from behind and pull me tight against him. He's obviously hard and ready to get the same treatment that he gave me this morning.

"Need some help packing, little boy?"

I turn; his arms still wrapped around me, so that I'm facing him and push him away, smile on my face. There's no way that can happen. Not with Marcus coming and going all the time.

"I wish."

B.K

The first thought that had crossed my mind when I had woken up that morning was to flee. Leave before Justin woke up but I couldn't bring myself to do that. Especially since I promised him that I wouldn't avoid him today. And I don't break my promises. Never. So, instead I took a shower and pondered over last night, which, by the way, had been very confusing. In an extremely pleasurable great way. Then I thought over what I was going to say when I first saw him. I never usually had trouble talking to guys but…Justin was different.

Surprisingly, it hadn't been too hard to talk to him.

But I had been hard all morning and we both know I can't get satisfied. Not with Marcus prowling around – annoying asshole. So, after the packing had been done, not the kind of packing I would have liked to have done, we both go outside, to the dining hall, and sit and wait for all the other kids to get here. Once they do one of the other camp leaders goes into a long winded speech about how great camp had been – Yeah, it had been great at night – and how she hoped we would all come next year – I would have liked to have come this morning – and how the rest of the day we were all going to focus on praising God for this wonderful time.

I guess I did owe Him something for the great sex I had while here.

And by the rest of the day, she had meant the rest of the day. We had gone to the chapel. Sang. Listened to a million people speak. Give out testimonies. I almost died. Then, after that, we were instructed to get our bags. While we were in our cabin I had swapped some spit with Justin. Some much needed spit swapping. Then we were back on the bus, Justin and I were even in the same seats.

"We're finally getting out of here."

"Yay."

He rolls his eyes over at me.

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

"You."

In all honesty I'm not sure how happy I am about leaving. Sure, I didn't want to go and I certainly don't want to stay there. But, when one's just leaving to go back to Hell the decisions kind of hard. My dad or church. Hard decision. Justin looks over at me, teeth biting his bottom lip, which usually means he's nervous about something.

"You know, I meant what I said."

"You've said a lot in the last five days."

He rolls his eyes but smiles slightly and plows on,

"No, I mean when I said you could hide in my closet."

I grin and shrug. "Like I said – I'd love to but you and I both know that that's ridiculous." He shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest. We both know I'm right. Like I can hide in his closet for an entire year until I'm eighteen. Yeah right. That's not possible. "So?" I grin and wish we weren't in a bus full of people because if we weren't I'd be kissing the fucking pout that undoes me every time he breaks it out. I settle with a small smile instead. I know, not nearly as awesome.

"So…thanks for the offer, Sunshine but…I only have a year to go."

He frowns over at me.

"Do you know how much can happen in a year?"

His voice is slightly louder than before. A few people look over at us and then look away again once realizing that nothing that they'd be interested in was happening. I sigh, "Calm down. It's ok." He looks over at me with that said expression he always has on his face whenever we even mention something that has to do with my home life. "I just don't want you to get hurt – -worst."

J.T

When we arrive back at the church we wait until everyone is off the bus until we get off. We didn't want to have to push our way out with everyone else. When we finally do make it out I grab his wrist and pull him away from the other people. My mom isn't here yet to pick me up and, by the looks of it, his ride isn't here yet either. I wish it would never come. Most of me hopes that something will happen to keep his parents from coming. That they'll forget he's coming home today. That a wreck will happen. That…something will happen so he can have an excuse to come home with me.

"Here's how to get to my house from the church,"

I hand him a scrap of paper, which he takes and slides into his pocket.

"Just incase you…need to come over."

He smiles at me and I'm sure he wanted to kiss me. I can tell by the look on his face and I'm sure my own look mirrors his own but we obviously can't. I bite at my bottom lip because, as the seconds tick by, I get more nervous and it's because I know he might not be safe tonight. Because he won't be with me. Somewhere where he can't get hurt. He offers me that stupid reassuring smile even though we both know that it doesn't reassure me a bit and he places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"I'll probably be coming over a lot then."

Ok, I'll admit – this makes me feel slightly better. I smile softly up at him and nod my head eagerly. "That'd be nice." He says 'tell me about it' and takes his hand off my shoulder. Everyone knows that just touching shoulders can lead to something much hotter. Between us anyway. Though, I can't say I'm happy at the loss of contact. I take a step back so distance ourselves and we stand there in comfortable silence, me still nervous as hell, and him just leaning against the wall of the church and waiting for one of us to have to leave.

It ends up being me first. I smile at my mom as she pulls up, large smile on her face. I pick up my bags and offer Brian one last smile before I leave. Dammit – I don't want to leave. I can't just…leave him here. For his fucking parents to pick up and hurt him.

"…Bye."

"Don't worry – I'll see you soon. Very soon."

I only nod and turn my back on him to head to my moms car.

"That's a promise, Taylor."

And I know he doesn't break promises.

The End.

A note from me! Ok, don't freak out on me now guys. There will be a SEQUAL. I just can't get myself to drop it here. That would be…on my conscience forever. I wouldn't be able to live with that kind of guilt. So, just you wait guys. More to come soon in the sequal.