Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 17

♫ You supply the night, baby
I'll supply the love♫

"What do you mean you're a virgin?" It felt like that moment when you step out of a concert and suddenly the silence is deafening. How could Hudson, they guy who was constantly leaving to have sex, and constantly joking about having sex, and making fun of me for not having sex, not be having sex?

"I think it's pretty self-explanatory," Hudson said with an eyeroll while I was left there reeling.

"But what about Thomson, I saw you guys! And I swear you've talked about sleeping with like every person here and-"

"I lie, okay? Thomson and I fool around like you saw but we've never... done it." Hudson fell into the couch in the lounge while I stared at the window completely perplexed.

"But if you lie to everyone else, why are you telling me the truth?"

"It gets tiring. I didn't mean to lie, at first. I became friends with the guys last year after I transferred from Regi, and Sidney just assumed that I had had sex and I didn't correct him. I was too embarrassed, and they all had, so I just let them believe I had too. I didn't think it was a big deal. But then it got out of hand and now it's at the point where if I tell people the truth it would just make a bigger mess than continuing the lie."

"But what about this morning when you and Sidney were talking about when you had sex with each other," I asked.

"It was just a joke, Logan. We are literally all just friends, and it was all talk."

"I don't understand," I whined, falling into the couch next to him with my head in my hands. "Why haven't you done it? You clearly have tons of opportunity."

"I don't want to regret doing it with the wrong person," he said with a shrug like it wasn't a big deal. The guys would have been laughing their asses off at him. Every high school boy was trying to get in everyone's pants, and here I was, sitting in a room with who I thought would be the best person to give me sex advice, only to be told some emotional crap about waiting for the right person. If I wanted this kind of advice, I would have just watched a rom com where they don't even kiss but are somehow in love with each other by the end. It was about as realistic as the thought of a teenage boy keeping it in his pants willingly.

"Well, this is just fucking fantastic," I said throwing my hands up in the air and letting them fall back onto my lap with a smack.

"You're overthinking it. You just have to talk to Sidney. Or don't, and it will just be natural, and you will figure it out. It's not a big deal," Hudson said.

The logic of this conversation was so fucking flawed because even to listen to Hudson say that, was just entirely crap. He didn't know any better than I did. And in addition, listening to him make any attempt at reassurance about my sex life made me shudder in disgust.

"How would you know! You're a vir-," I yelled out, but Hudson pushed me off the sofa before I could finish.

"Dude, if you yell out 'virgin' one more time, I'm putting you through the window." I scowled at him from the floor. I wasn't like there was anyone around yet to hear. The teachers were still likely prowling the building while everyone was in their rooms plotting how to make this night the greatest and drunkest one yet.

I resigned to my position on the floor pushed myself up to sit with my back against the sofa and my knees drawn to my chest.

"It would be so fucking awkward. I'm this little clumsy virgin, and he's Sidney," I said.