How to seduce the worst of 'em

Friends with benefits

After begging and pleading and whining , Cry finally got me to leave with him back to our tent. We weren't talking much when we walked back. Cry never does. I could keep babbling all the way and he wouldn't say a word but I wasn't in the mood. I was pissed. I don't know why , but the moment the guy looked at me I wanted him to .... acknowledge me. Which didn't happen. But why did I want that? He's clearly thinking highly of himself. Why was his opinion suddenly important to me? I'm way over that childish teenie behaviour where you want to impress people who are clearly not your taste. Still it was nibbling my soul away. Cry took a look at me.

"You OK? ", he asked shyly.

"Fine."

"Should I ... You know ... blow you to calm you down?", he blushed.

"Not now", I shook my head. Why was i even so angry?

"Uhm could you probably ... Uhm ...", Cry blushed and looked away.

"You're horny?" , I smirk. He shakes his head nervously and looks away. How cute. I grin evily, grab Madcry by the hand and pull him behind a corner, smashing him into a wall. Pinning his wrists next to his head I smile at him. He shivers and i feel he's super tensed. I lean in , so our bodies rub against each other, kissing his neck. He start breathing heavily. His chest lifts up and down and causes our bodies to rub against each other more. I put one hand on his hips on his belt and bite in his neck softly , which makes him moan softly. Boy, he's desperate.
I kiss down his neck to his chest and he whimpers to choke a moan. As I push my knee between his legs , I realise he's hard already. I slide my hand down his hips to his crotch and start palming him as we hear laughing.
Some girls went by and saw us , while we forgot that we still were in plain sight.

I grab Madcry's wrist and pull him to our tent. He's gonna have it now.
I basically throw him inside our tent as I close the door and get over him. He shivers under me and blushes so hard , it looks so fucking cute. I grind him and pull his shirt slightly up, he looks at me and pants. I kiss his neck and bite hard for a hickey. He grabs my arm and screams in pain, then let's go of me. His bulge already grew again. I rip his shirt off with a swift move and throw it somewhere to the corner. I touch his hips and search for a sweet spot on his neck and as I find and kiss it , Cry softly moans my name.

As I was about to give him another hickey , the skin on his neck suddenly pops and hay falls out of the hole. His eyes widen and he stares at me.
I frown and sigh annoyed.

"Again?", I give him a death glare.

He shrinks in fear. "Im sorry I checked it before we got going! I swear! You probably bit through it when you were making hickeys ...", he tries to apologise but I slam my fist next to his head on the ground.

"You're telling me it's my fault?", I hiss.

"N-No , Anti. It's my fault. Absolutely! All of it!", he finches. I must admit , I love that he's so submissive. I get up and Cry groans in dissapointment. I get to my backpack and search for a sewing kit. As son as I find the needle and some cotton , I grab him by the neck , place his head in my lap and start repairing his neck.

"I'm sorry ....", he whispers.

"Forget about that", I mumble as I work on him. He doesn't sat anything anymore.
I like Madcry , no offense. But I hate him being a scarecrow. In addition the only scarecrow who's ironically scared of birds... and spiders... and bats.... big People ... water ... basically everything. I sigh. But I don't hate him. He's annoying and wimpy and a crybaby. But he's kind. He's the nicest girl-boy I've ever seen. Unfortunately, a tuff guy like me is his only friend because he annoys everybody else. And me? Well I'm kinda using his soft body for myself. Friends with benefits , you could say. The best part about it: Cey does realise that I use him , as he knows he uses me to not be lonely. It's a two-ways door. And I don't need to spare his feelings. In fact I can't hurt him anyway , he's a fucking scarecrow. But I kinda got used to him around me over the past 6 years.
And don't get me wrong , I'm a nice guy. I don't abuse him or violate him or force him to do things he doesn't like... Not always. But he doesn't mind it , so I asume he likes it too. I smirk at that thought.

He looks up at me. "What's so funny?", he smiles as well.

I instantly drom my smile. "Nothing". I look away and rip the loose end of the cotton.
"Done. Pay attention next time. I can't keep fixing you", I gnarl.

"Thank you."
He smiles at me the most beautiful smile you could think of. I become speechless for a couple of seconds , then avert my eyes and stuff the sewing kit back to where it was. Then I grab a beer and sit next to Cry. We both are turned down now , and he's all to blame. But he slides closer to me sitting and looks at me with a smile. Boy , you can really see him wagging his imaginary dog-tail. I sigh annoyed again. I'm not into this lovey dovey shit. But I nod , and he slides in closer and puts his head in my lap , dozing off instantly. I drink my beer. My reputation will be killed with that dude. I take another sip. But I can't get rid of him for now. Another sip. I put my hand on his head and stroke his fluffy hair softly. He smiles in his sleep and I catch myself smiling at his reaction. Oh gosh someone stab me with a fork , please.