Camp Faithful (Contay camp counselor au)

Pretty Things (Has Smut)

The state of the cabin was almost unbelievable, not only because of the crumbling wooden walls, riddled with water damage and termites, but also because of the sheer amount of dust and dirt that decorated the entirety of the oak floors, making the air almost impossible to breathe as Taylor took a step inside. The older black-haired boy sneaking in behind him, uncomfortably close as the warm breeze traveled through the gap in the door and caused it to close with a heavy thud. The walls rattled and shook at the impact.

"AH-" Taylor let out a small scream at the noise, spinning his body around to face it; yet all he was met with was the looming figure that stood smugly in front of him. Connors camp polo shirt loosely tucked into one side of his waistband, the brown surface already covered in a few minor stains from the hours they had already spent here, trekking through the woods to find the almost abandoned-looking cabin farthest from the main campsite.

"Can you back up, man?" Taylor scoffed, crossing his arms, the squish of his biceps curling around his fingers, sliding his feet back a few steps into the dusty cabin.

The prudish nature of the boy was almost comical to Connor. He had spent the entire day pushing the boy's buttons just to the point where it seemed like he'd snap, and a few times he did, storming off like a tantrum-throwing child. It was cute, at least to Connor, because Taylor just made it so easy for him to get under his skin, almost like he was begging for it.

"Sorry, am I in your personal bubble?" Connor asked sarcastically, allowing an incredibly disingenuous pout to spread across his pale and acne-riddled skin.

"Yes, yes you are," Taylor replied in a much more serious tone, slinging his duffel bag up onto the bed closest to the door. The old and lumpy mattress bounced along with the impact, throwing up yet another dust cloud that made Taylor begin to wheeze.

There were two small beds, both being the main centerpiece of the tiny wooden box with no desirable difference in the color of the wood that lined all sides of the rectangular structure. The only thing that did break up the view of brown was a large window in the middle of the two bed frames, lighting the room in a few speckles of marigold reflections that spilled through the smudged glass. The sun was only now beginning to set after spending a majority of the day teaching the other, younger campers all the rules, as well as tutoring endless Bible studies, ones that only Taylor truly cared about teaching. The rest of the older counselors seemed completely uninterested it actually informing any of the young teens about the lords' words.

"This place is an absolute disaster," Taylor complained.

"Not up to your standards, Taytay?" Connor asked, walking over and quickly switching their bags, placing his own small backpack onto the bed near the door while forcing Taylor back onto the furthest bed. What a terrible idea it was to put the Taytay next to the door. What if something happened? Now that he had his plaything, Connor wasn't exactly eager to give him up. It was a necessary change in Connor's mind, though Taylor wasn't nearly as happy about it.

"Don't touch my stuff," he said with a pseudo roughness in his voice, trying his best to sound serious, though that was a rather difficult feat when paired with the squeakiness of his voice.

Connor didn't even honor him with a reply.

There wasn't much to say about the cabin other than its filth. The corner nestled a small desk with a dusty Bible sitting atop its surface, making Connor scoff. For how highly these people held this book, it didn't seem they treated them as well as they should have. Other than that, the cabin was stark, a blend of the same dark wooden color that covered the entirety of the cabin. Even the bed frames were made from the same dark oak. Their surfaces adorned with light cream-colored sheets, neatly tucked into the dusty mattress, like they hadn't been used in years, or maybe ever. Though each bed was still paired with a deep wine-red quilt, laying neatly at the end.