Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 12

♫Come on, let me love you just a little bit
I'm a gonna teach how to sing it out ♫

Sidney walked back rather awkwardly to the room with his shirt pulled down to try and hide the fact that not only were his pants wide open, but he was going commando. I was going to ditch him, but then I figured that I might as well tag along and see how this played out. What I had learned in just over 24 hours at band camp: anything could happen.

"Do you want to give me your hoodie?" Sidney asked, cocking his head to the side. I stared down at my purple Western University sweatshirt and shook my head.

"I don't have a shirt underneath."

"And you would rather people see my dick than your chest? Thanks, bud."

"There's not much to see. And stop calling me fucking bud."

Sidney paused for a second. He furrowed his eyebrows like he was deep in thought and I could practically see the words "I'm sorry" forming on his tongue. Then he pulled his shirt down even lower and shrugged. "If it bugs you that much."

"It does."

We walked in awkward silence, passing very few people. The ones we did, however, gave us knowing looks despite the fact they had no clue what had just gone down in that bathroom.

Sidney pushed the door open to the musty room. The room only had two settings- disgustingly hot or freezing cold. He flipped open the cover on the thermostat and killed the heat completely.

There was no trace Hudson and Thomson had been here other than the rumpled bed sheets. On Sidney's bed lay a fresh, white towel to replace mine.

I stepped towards the mirror to check my hair as Sidney let his pants drop and I covered my eyes with a small squeak.

"Dude!" I whined.

"What? It's not like you didn't just see it five minutes ago."

"It's not the same."

"Are you worried you're going to get all flustered? I won't hold it against you." I could just feel him wink.

"Fuck you," I spat, blindly taking a step backwards only to find my foot landing in something wet.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I screamed as I ripped my hands off my eyes to see some guy's semen covered underwear clinging to my foot.

"Actually, I go by Sidney but-"

"I'm going to burn my foot off. I have to burn my foot off!" I cried out in hysterics while Sidney secured the drawstrings on his navy sweats so they fell loosely on his hips, but not hanging so precariously they may fall at any given moment.

"You're so dramatic."

"I'm not dramatic, it's disgusting!" I began a one-footed hop towards the bathroom, desperately trying not to look back down at it as I cringed in disgust.

"Just go wash off your foot so we can get back to the... Oh, shit. We're missing lunch."

If this was a normal shower, turning it on would have impeded my ability to hear what he was saying, but since this shower's 'blast' was a 'dribble', I could make out every word.

"I'm not really feeling a room full of people right now, so I think I'll just chill here."

"I can stay with you?" He offered as I shut off the water, not daring to wipe my foot on a towel for fear of soiling it. I shook my foot a few times.