The Quarry x Male Reader

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

@LollanBollan2022 im so sorry i literally just saw your request lol
Anyway kissing mwah mwah
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"Good morning, Hackettiers!" Dylan's voice boomed over the PA system as children and counselors alike dressed themselves, "Today's weather forecast includes mosquitoes, butterflies, and bees, and maybe a squirrel if you're unlucky." Dylan was one of those people who you can almost hear the smile in his voice as he read off the announcements, a nice sound that can make anyone smile as they listen.

As the children settled in their chairs in the mess hall for breakfast, (Y/N) made his way towards the radio shack with a lame excuse towards the others, "I'm going to go get Dylan. Because, uh, yeah." Smoothest guy in the west, (Y/N) is. Surely no one knows that he's just going to the shack just to hang out with Dylan, there was definitely truth in his excuse.
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The walk to the shack was nice, the sun was annoyingly hot, but the breeze, birds chirping, and smell of pine made up for the short uncomfortable-ness of summer weather. Grass crinkled and dirt flattened under (Y/N)'s feet, a few loose stones being kicked away as he walked towards the bridge separating the cabins from the rest of the camp. The wood creaked as he crossed it, echoing in his ears from the otherwise quiet surroundings. 'Please don't break on me.'

Walking across the area, passing the tree with "EMMA + JACOB 4EVER" newly carved into it, passed the tire swing, and finally to the radio shack's steps.

(Y/N) jumped up the stairs, "Knock-knock, please don't be naked!" He yelled, opening the shack's door to see Dylan playing with a portable radio.

"You don't want to see me naked? How could you," Dylan put a hand to his forehead, dramatically slumping in his chair, feigning hurt and acting like a woman from the '50s. It was almost believable, if he didn't drop the tiny radio, "Fuck!" He scrambled, fumbling all his limbs to catch it before it could hit the ground. He did it, somehow.

(Y/N) cackled at the display, finally closing the shack's door and praying no kids were around too hear Dylan's profanity, "Meh, if there weren't kids around I wouldn't mind," He teased, coming up behind Dylan's sitting figure and wrapping his arms around his neck. Dylan set the radio down, leaning back into (Y/N).

Dylan sighed, "I missed you," A content smile on his face as he bathed in (Y/N)'s warm-ness.

"It hasn't even been an hour since we saw each other," (Y/N) laughed, ruffling Dylan's hair as he spun the chair around.

"One hour too long," He mumbled, hugging (Y/N)'s midsection. (Y/N) played with Dylan's hair, softly massaging his scalp, feeling Dylan melt underneath him, putting more of his body weight against (Y/N). He bent down to place a kiss on Dylan's head, holding the sides of his face and squishing Dylan's cheeks together. "What are you doing?" Dylan slurred, keeping his hands on (Y/N)'s hips as he leaned away from him.

"Man, you are so adorable, you know?" He blurted, staring into Dylan's eyes. Dylan's face turned red, the heat of rushing blood putting the summer heat to shame.

"Um, y-yeah, you too," He stuttered. (Y/N) trailed kisses down his forehead to his cheek, holding the chair's arms to steady himself on top of Dylan, who was smiling that dorky smile of his as (Y/N) placed quick pecks to every inch of Dylan's face as he could.

"My," He kissed Dylan's left cheek, "Handsome," He kissed Dylan's right cheek, "Adorable," He kissed Dylan's forehead one last time, "Dork." (Y/N) landed on Dylan's lips, who was awkwardly craning his head upwards, breaking away as both couldn't stop smiling. Dylan's face hurt from smiling so much, body full of warmth and face full of blood. (Y/N) felt warm himself, unable to stop looking at the man made from the gods themselves in front of him.

They leaned in again, sliding the chair until it hit the desk, stabilizing it so Dylan wouldn't move. It was a short kiss, no movement between the two as they basked in each other's company. Until the door swung open and Jacob came sauntering in, "Knock-knock- oh, man!"

(Y/N) jumped away from the chair, both pairs of eyes wide as (Y/N) glared at Jacob for ruining the moment. "Dude, what the hell?" (Y/N) stuffed his hands into his pockets, mood soured from the uninvited guest.

Jacob grinned, "Oh-hoo!" He finger gunned at the two, making the already awkward moment more awkward. Dylan's face was still beet-red, swiveling the chair as he faked calm-ness, internally yelling at Jacob for cock-blocking them. "So, you two, eh?" He made gestures.

Dylan groaned, "Jacob, what are you doing?"

Jacob suddenly became serious, deepening his voice as he saluted, for some unknown reason, "My deepest apologies, sirs, but it seems your presence is needed at breakfast."

"Get out."

"Okay, okay. I'll see you at the tables," He held his hands up, "Just uh, remember to wear protection, yeah?"

"Jacob!"

Some say the smile on Jacob's face was bigger than his asscrack, some will deny Jacob saw anything. No one knows what Jacob actually saw, because no one listens to what he says.
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From the time this is posted, I saw the request 2 hours ago. Whoops