You're the only One

Summer Camp pt 2

     Jorge's last day of summer camp was one he had dreamed of ever since he set foot on these wretched grounds. The countless years here have been nothing but torture. The people fucking sucked, they were either too nice or to rude, with the few outliers who were just trying to get through it. 

      Then of course there was Benji, and the only thing he was trying to get through were the buttons of Jorge's shirt.

     "Why are there so fucking many!?" He whisper yelled, in an attempt not to wake everyone in their tents. Jorge had done a pretty thorough check beforehand, and the ones who'll be awake for a while should be him and Benji.

     "This is your fucking flannel." Jorge hissed back, his fingers tangled tightly in the boys hair.

      "Oh yeah." He giggled, finally managing to get them all undone so Jorge could pull it off. Benji's simple T was much less of a problem and within seconds they were back to their passionate makeout session, their bare chests showing the multicolored love bites they had given each other over the past couple of weeks. 

     "God I can't wait for us to be able to fuck in actual beds." Jorge groaned quietly after rolling over some foreign object that was probably stuck under the tent. 

      "I'll be happy to fuck anywhere as long as it's not surrounded by a bunch of depressed teenagers and over enthusiastic adults." Benji replied, sighing as Jorge sucked on a spot on his neck that was already a faded purple. 

     "That's tru-ow what the fuck is under this fucking tent!" Jorge whisper yelled, arching his back and trying to scooch over. Benji rolled his eyes and flipped them over so that Jorge was on top of him.

     "Is this better?" He smirked.

     "Mmmhmm, thanks Benji you're such a gentleman." Jorge pecked the boy on the nose. 

     "It's what I'm here for baby." Their lips connected once again, tasting the sweetness of each others mouths. Benji's hands ran slowly down Jorge's back, and gave his ass a gentle squeeze. The boy immediate began to roll his hips down into the others, making him groan. 

     "You're teasing." Benji muttered against Jorge's lips.

     "No I'm not." He replied, dragging his hips slower on the others crotch. 

      "Yeah you-fuck, are."

       "It's getting you off though." Jorge smirked, nipping at Benji's ear.

      "Take your pants off." Jorge had discovered that he quite liked when Benji told him what to do, and Benji certainly didn't mind when the boy followed suit. Now only in his boxers, Jorge moved his mouth down Benji's chest, starting at his collarbones then biting at his skin down to his nipples. Everywhere that his lips touch felt as if someone was dragging ice down his body, which actually might be kinda hot and Benji should tell Jorge once they're back home.

     Jorge reached Benji's pants, hooking his fingers over the waistline he pulled them down slowly, watching Benji bite his lip as he watched. God damn he was hot. Jorge didn't pull them all the way off, instead going back up to Benji's tented boxers and pulling them down only enough so he could wrap his lips around his tip. Benji let his head fall back as the familiar feeling of Jorge's mouth filled his senses. 

     "Did you hear that?" Benji opened his eyes at the loss of contact as Jorge sat up.

     "What?"

     "I thought I heard something I second ago, and I just heard it again." Jorge whispered through clenched teeth, and pulling Benji's boxers up to his disappointment.