Juvenile Delinquents

Episode Twenty-One

I awake to the sound of a low-flying helicopter. I grumble and roll over, intending to bury my face into Duncan's chest, only to find the bed empty. Sighing, I sit up, yawn, and stretch. Looking over, I see Duncan in the doorway, only in his underwear, looking outside.

"Keep it down out there!" A voice, assumingly Leshawnas, yells out.

I crawl out of bed and join Duncan out on the deck. The other campers are also out on the cabin decks, all in their nightwear.

"What's going on out here?" Gwen asks.

I look up to see Chris circling the cabins in a helicopter. I can't hear him saying anything over the helicopter. I assume Chris is telling us to get up and ready for a challenge. It seems everyone else has the same idea as one by one heads back into their cabin. I slip into a pair of gray jeans. As I grab a shirt, Duncan's arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against his chest and resting his head on my shoulder.

"Good morning," He mumbles into my neck.

My body shudders, feeling his warm breath on me. He continues to torture me by placing several kisses along my neck and shoulder. I hold in a moan, "Good morning, asshole," I say

He chuckles and spins me around, "And why am I an asshole?"

I eye him as a smirk crosses his lips. "You know why," I give him a quick kiss before putting on my Papa Roach tour shirt and Hollywood Undead sweatshirt.

"Oh? So I should never do that again?" He says, a smirk still on his face.

I smile and roll my eyes, "That's not what I said.

"If you say so," Duncan shrugs, turning around.

I take my chance and wrap my arms around his waist, moving up to feel his toned chest and the other down to play with the waistband of his boxers. I nip at the back of his neck and shoulders. He lets out a low moan. Moving my hand farther down, rubbing his semi-erect shaft through his boxers. He twitches as I pull myself away, content that we are now even.

I could feel him staring at me as I tie my combat boots. "Who's the asshole now," He says, blocking my path to the door.

I smirk, "Oh, I am," I rub my hand over his chest again, "But if you behave yourself today, I can be even meaner later," I wink at him before slipping out of the cabin.

I join the other campers with a smug expression still on my face. Bridgette, who is in Geoff's arms, looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. I give her a 'you know what happened' look, and she smiles and shakes her head.

Duncan joins us as Chris lands the helicopter. "As you wish," He whispers.

Before I can reply, Chris's voice becomes audible. "Only seven campers remain, and after six weeks of bugs, crappy camp food, and even grosser bathrooms. Our finalists are this close to losing it. We strove to come up with the best way to help the campers destress. Then decided it would be way more fun to handcuff them together," Chris smiles, walking towards us, showing off a pair of handcuffs. "And see if we couldn't push them over the edge,"

"Did the delinquents' parole officers send a care package?" Heather asks.

"Nah! All in the name of today's challenge. The tri-armed triathlon. Three challenges, three teams, three arms per team," Chris says.

"Have you met these people? I am not being chained to any of them." Heather says.

Chris ignores her. "Winning team members both get invincibility from tonight's vote," Chris says before leading us over to the main lodge.

/" Can you believe I've been stuck here with these people for six weeks. Six long weeks. I mean, obviously, the only one left I can't tolerate is Heather. I swear juvie is starting to sound better than spending time with her,"/