"Alright so first order of business would be— James get your hands off Aleks right now!"
James lifted both hands up in surrender, where one had previously been resting on Aleks’ behind (much to the man’s chagrin), while Jordan waggled his axe at them from his position by the firewood.
"Don’t make me separate you two!" He threatened, bringing the tool back down and resting the blade on a piece of wood.
"I honestly don’t know what you expected," Seamus said, crossing his arms, "They’ve been all over each other for the last week. I feel like going camping again is only going to encourage them to be more ridiculous."
"They can be ridiculous when we don’t have tents to put up and wood to chop."
"Speaking of," Dan called from the side, his arms blanketed by tent fabric. "A little help would be appreciated."
"Shoulda brought Dex and Kevin and made them do all the work," Seamus said with a small smile, scratching at his chin. Jordan laughed.
"Maybe next time, when they’re available. For now, James and Aleks, could you go help Dan while Seamus and I take care of this?" He swung his axe down, cleanly slicing through the wood, and Seamus went back to work separating logs.
"Yeah," Aleks replied, slapping James’ hand away from his ass, and glaring at him. "Really, dude? What is your obsession with my ass?!"
Dan loudly cleared his throat, and Aleks ducked his head down in embarrassment at his outburst, causing James to laugh (which only warmed his face further).
"I swear if I catch you doing something in this tent before it’s set up…" Dan started, but Aleks quickly cut him off and ran over to the tent pieces.
"No! There won’t be any somethings going on!" He cried, picking up a set of poles still splayed out over the tarp.
A sly grin spread over James’ face, and he approached Aleks from behind and murmured in his ear, “I dunno, I could think of somethings we haven’t tried with an audience—”
"Oh, my god!" Seamus shouted, springing upright. "That’s more than I ever wanted to hear. Ever."
"Guys, quit traumatizing Seamus and get to work."
"Fine, Hoardan.” James called out, taking a step away, then pausing. He quickly smacked Aleks’ ass, then giggled and sprinted off as the man screeched profanities and went after him with the tent poles.
Jordan hung his head in defeat, shaking it lightly, and Dan shot him a look.
"Why did you think this was a good idea, again?" He asked, unceremoniously heaving the pile of tent to the ground.
"I… I don’t think I know anymore," Jordan said quietly, watching Aleks chase James in a circle around them. "I really don’t."
