We were in the swimming area. By “we” I mean the Penguins, of course. Luke, Michael, Charlotte and I were all flopping around on the deck-type thing in the middle of the lake. Luke was diving into the water repeatedly.
“You’re shit at diving,” I told him bluntly.
Luke held his hand to his heart, “I’m hurt, Calum,” the hurt expression went away instantly, “but I bet you can’t do better than me. Let Michael be the judge.”
Luke hopped high up into the air before diving down in a perfect form. What the fuck. Like 3 seconds ago he was just slumping into the water and calling it diving, but my confidence was stronger than my confusion.
“Top that,” Luke smirked.
“I’ll top you no matter what we’re doing.”
Charlotte did a spit take of the water bottle she had brought out with her while Michael and Luke just started laughing.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean it that way!”Everyone kept laughing. I felt my cheeks turn red, “Forget it,” I smirked. “Maybe I can’t top Luke anyway.”
“Calum, oh my goodness, you’re killing me,” Michael snickered.
I sat back down next to Charlotte who whispered to me, “You don’t seem that much of a top regardless.” I rolled my eyes and brought my knees to my chest.
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We were walking back to our tents when Luke had mentioned it was getting quite chilly and we would probably be spending the rest of the day in the Igloo or our tents. Michael replied to this with a simple, “Yeah, but what’s cooler than being cool?”
To which Wilson said, “Ice cold. ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIG- you were totally going for that, weren’t you?”
“I was trying to say it was fucking chilly outside, but OutKast had come to mind, I admit.”
“Nerd.”
Michael and Wilson spent the entire time of walking back to our tents arguing about who was a bigger OutKast nerd. Wilson had essentially beaten Michael at this argument by arguing he only liked the OutKast out of irony. Michael truly loved OutKast. What a nerd.
When we finally got to our tents, everyone changed out of their swimsuits and into more 75 degree (AN: I’m talkin Fahrenheit here.) weather clothing. Basically most people were either wearing sweaters and sweatpants, full out winter jacket complete with snowpants, mittens, and earmuffs, or what they usually wear—a t-shirt and jeans. Luke fit into the last category while complaining about how cold it was.
His teeth chattered and the all-too-familiar blue shade returned to his lips, “W-why is it so cold? I thought it was 75 degrees.”
“It is. You’re just underdressed and stupid,” I told him bluntly while reaching into my bag and handing him a basic blue hoodie, “Wear this you big baby.”
He took it shakily and sat down behind me to wrap his arms around me after putting the hoodie on, “Mmmmm,” he sighed, “You’re so warm all the time. How?”
He was totally faking it. He only felt mildly cold against me. We had survived worse weather under the stars in less clothing. I didn’t call him out on it, though. Gave us both a reason to cuddle.
“He’s probably warm because he fucks dragons,” Wilson said, “and they breathe fire.”
“What? Wilson dragons don’t exi-,” Michael started saying before Wilson cut him off.
“MDUSHGDSLHKJ DRAGONS!” He got out his dragon pajama pants and put them on over his jeans, “Dragons…”
We spent the rest of the day playing games in our teams and watching Christian movies like Veggie Tales and Prince of Egypt. Paige always sang the intro to Veggie Tales by heart and knew all the songs from Prince of Egypt. I was impressed.
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That night was different than the other nights that Luke and I spent relaxing under the stars. It was rather cloudy and there weren’t many stars to see, so that was a disappointment, but… something interesting did happen. Luke fell asleep before I did, as I wasn’t quite tired after an uneventful day of gay jokes and OutKast references.
I was mostly just staring up at the blank sky and thinking about camp. So far, I haven’t had homophobia shoved down my throat, and I had a cute boy to cuddle with. I also had nice friends that were fun to be around.
My thoughts drifted off until I felt something on my leg. Is that a snake? I thought to myself. I heard a soft grunt. What the fuck? I looked down at my leg and saw Luke essentially humping my leg. My face got hot along with my groin and I bit my lip.
I watched as Luke thrusted against my thigh with moans of ecstasy. This is the kind of shit that gets you in heat. I felt sweat build up on my forehead as Luke whimpered, “Calum…”
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FanfictionCalum is gay. So his mom sends him to a Christian camp to "turn him straight." But honestly, quite the opposite happens after Calum meets his highly attractive and cuddly counselor, Luke. ***COVER BY FangirlOTP***