Malum goes Places (Boyxboy)

Malum goes camping

A boutonniere.

That's all I wanted to order after Michael and I got our tuxs, but he managed to drag me into a department store full of camping equipment and gear.

"Michael why?" I question as he checks out the flashlights.

"I'm hoping for kinky sex." He says, eyeing the ropes hanging on the wall.

The expression on my face made him laugh, but I was conflicted. The thought of Michael letting his imagination control his desires through a helpless me, turned me on real bad. But what if he started heading towards the sex store after this?

Oh, my asshole.

I shudder at the thought.

Now that is what I would call a long night.

"Relax baby, we're just going camping." Michael assures.

"Why would you think to go camping days before the dance?"

"Why would you think to not?"

And that's how we ended up in Michael's backyard, making dysfunctional smores over a small fire.

"Luke," I laugh. "Tell 'em about that day with the thing and your mom said--"

"Oh! Oh," Luke laughs. He begins to fully explain the story, being hyperbolic in places he's sure will make us laugh.

Jack constantly informed us about how he has to pee as he squeezed his legs together, waiting for the end of Luke's tale.

Jack dashed out of the backyard and into Michael's house in need for a bathroom as everyone else continued in their fits of hysterical laughter.

I smiled at Zack purposely slapping a melted marshmallow against Brendon's face. Brendon's shriek turned into a scowl and now he refuses to talk to Zack. Ashton would not stop laughing. I offered to fetch him a bottle of water from the cooler when he started breathing heavy from his abful workout.

Calum soon came back and is now leaning against Alex's side, talking about a concert he wanted to go to. Alex said he'd take him. And then he also promised Jack because Jack crept into their conversation and demanded equality.

Rian laughed with Michael as the duo tried to break the Graham crackers evenly but finding their failure quite entertaining.

I eventually decided to head into Michael's red tent to lay down.

My eyes were closed and my mind was drifting but I just couldn't exactly fall asleep yet.

Michael came in and I sat up, leaning against his side.

"You tired, baby?" Michael asks, laying a chaste kiss on my head.

"I can't sleep."

Michael lays us down and spoons me, holding me against his chest.

"Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"Not really."

"Good because I didn't have one in mind." Michael admits.

"What about little Cinderelly?" I suggest.

"Go to sleep, Jaq."

"I thought it was Gus."

"Are we really debating about this now?"

I shake my head, closing my eyes.

This position was better than the first and I felt way better in Michael's arms.

His breathe tickled me as he nudged his face against my neck and I wished to dream about forever with Michael that night.

And when I woke up the next day, I've come to the conclusion that sleeping next to Michael has been one of the best sleeps I've had in years.