5SOS SMUTT

Drunken Love - (Malum)

Michael frowns as he stumbles around the camp site, hating how he got here.  Why did he have to get into a stupid fight?  A stupid fight that led to the hospitalization of some kid; he's lucky that he's just in some summer camp for troubled teens rather than in juvie.  The bad part is that Calum was there, too; he had broken up the fight.  He also got punishment and is in the summer camp as well.

It's all Michael's fault.

That's why the red haired boy is drunk.  He's sad and guilty and tired and lonely and just plain out defeated.

He manages to find his cabin that he shares with Calum, and fumbles with the door knob to get it open.

"Mikey?" Calum asks, automatically knowing that the pale boy is drunk when he sees the way that he stumbles in and pathetically manages to close the wooden door behind him.

"Cali," Michael slurs with a weak grin, opening his arms wide, expecting a hug from the tan boy who is in his boxers and is laying down on his bunk with his arms propping up his head as he furrows his brows at his best friend.

"Dude; you should go to bed."

"Only if you lay with me, Cali," Michael pouts, wanting someone to hold him close.  He wants to feel the warmth of a living body pressed up against him.  He's so lonely and just tired of all of the bad things about life.  Damn, he's almost tired of everything anymore.

"Okay," Calum smiles, being used to the clingyness of his friend.  Michael has always been one to want someone to talk to and be close to.  "Just... Take off those clothes.  They're filthy."

Michael lets out a drunken giggle as Calum scrunches his face up in disgust.  Even guys like to have gay best friends, too; it's not just a girl-thing.

"No problem," Michael says, quickly removing all his clothing, except for his boxers.  This won't be the first time that him and Calum have shared a bed.

Michael then happily crawls into bed next to the tan boy, pulling the blanket up to both of their chins, snuggling against the toned body of his friend.  As he feels how fit he is, he can't help but to trace his hands along the skin there.

"Uh, Michael... What are you doing?" Calum asks, goosebumps forming where the pale boy touches.

"Y-you're so pretty," Michael says, pouting.  He wishes that he could look like his friend does.

"Uh, thanks man."

Michael's hands continue to trace Calum's skin, the tan boy not making him stop.  Yes; this is weird.  But he likes how it feels, honestly.  The red haired boy continues to let his hands roam the Kiwi's skin, him accidentally tracing his finger over the tent in Calum's boxers.

The raven haired lad can't help but to let a slight gasp escape his lips, him closing his eyes as Michael starts to rub Calum's member.

"M-Mikey... What - what are y-you doing," Calum asks while choking back a moan.

"C'mon.  You're so pretty and touchable, Cali."

"B-but, you're straight," Calum says, then a whine escapes his plump lips.  Michael leans forward, pressing his lips to Calum's jawline, letting his teeth graze over the skin there.

"Maybe I am... Maybe I'm not."

Calum squeezes his eyes shut, his member beginning to become a bit harder, Michael starting to scatter kisses all over the skin of the tan boy's neck.

"T-think about this," Calum pleads, not wanting to take advantage of a drunken Michael, but he can't help how much he's enjoying how the boy is coming onto him.  It really gets him hot, and it's becoming harder to fight the urge to pounce on him and kiss him all over, along with some other fun things.