Camp Faithful (Contay camp counselor au)

I Don't Like Chocolate

Summer came with many less-than-enjoyable experiences: the heat, the sweat, the humidity, and the mosquitos that latched onto you like parasites, leaving itchy marks on your skin as if they were claiming their territory on the feast that was your flesh. For these reasons, Taylor couldn't bring himself to say he really enjoyed the season. There were far too many expectations to enjoy the warmth while he had it, so much that was expected to be done. Especially now, during his last summer he could really enjoy before throwing himself into the workforce, never to look back at these memories except with fondness for the things he wouldn't be able to have again. Though maybe that was for the best, as this year in particular did seem like one he wasn't keen on reliving.

Quickly, the sun began to seep through the window, painting yellow and orange across Taylor's tan face. The grimy glass surface made strange patterns in the glowing refractions of light that sparkled through the room. The bright sun almost made Taylor's eyes sting, his body sore and aching as he pulled himself out of the tangled sheets as fast as he could, realizing Connor was still asleep in the bed next to him, they boys mouth hanging wide, and his hairy chest and arms exposed as he lay atop the dusty blankets, a few faint mumbles falling from his crusty lips as he continued to sleep.

Once Taylor finally untangled himself from the cocoon he had made throughout the night, he quickly reached into his duffle bag to retrieve a dark pair of jeans as well as his second of three counselor shirts he was given when he arrived at the camp, all equally tight around his stomach as he refused to ask for anything bigger than a large. Quickly, he dressed himself, not bothering to go into the bathroom this time, instead simply pulling the jeans over his exposed legs and stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, still riddled with sleep, in exchange for the strange, breathable polo.

The sun rose over the trees, making the room grow lighter as the wind whistled through the branches. The floor creaked beneath Taylor's weight as he crept around the small wooden room, collecting his things in hopes of making his way toward the camp before Connor awakened. Though that was nothing more than an unachievable fantasy, as the grumble of Connor's sleep-ridden voice seemed to be the marker that the beast was awake.

"Good morning, Taytay," Connor grumbled, running the flat of his palm over his eyes before running his slender fingers down his chest; the black curls swished around them as he scratched beneath their surface. "Going somewhere?"

Taylor flinched at the sound, capturing the tip of his own tongue between his unbrushed teeth. His heart pounded loudly as he slung his body around, facing the freak sitting on the edge of the small mattress; Connors face resting gently in his own hands as he searched for his pants, the dark blue grimy joggers still left with a few moist stains on the front of the fluffy insides.

"Why does it matter?" Taylor asked, his tone annoyed and still rough with sleep. Quickly, he finished dressing himself, tugging down the hem of the thin polyester top to pull it just below the pockets of his pants, covering his stomach as well as the space just below it. Taylor moved as fast as he could while Connor dragged on, the taller boy putting on his own clothes at snail's pace, taking moments in between to stretch and show off his bony, pale body, almost forcing Taylor to stare. Connor's stomach was sunken in, the deep indent of his abdomen like a crater between his ribs and pelvis, decorated with a dark layer of thick hair, flowing down his body like a waterfall before disappearing around the V of his waist, hidden by the ripped and worn elastic of his stain riddled boxers. .

"That's not a way to talk to your boyfriend," Connor said, taylors expression confused as finally caught Connors' eyes, the younger boy pulling up and away his wandering gaze to make contact with the shining black orbs staring down at him from across the room. 

Taylor almost felt like he was losing his mind, unable to comprehend how anyone could possibly be this delusional. They were basically strangers, and here Connor was calling Taylor his boyfriend. What kind of sick fuck–