Eighty Days Of Summer Camp (RoChu)

Chapter 9: Slappidy Slap

When I tell you I got addicted to Sonic Fan Dubs and forgot about this fic for a couple days, I am not joking.

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The ride back was awkward, to say the least. Yao did, in fact, have to sit on Ivan's lap the whole way back. And for that reason, the car ride had felt like the longest one Yao had ever experienced.

If the romantic thoughts and yearnings toward Ivan weren't enough to solidify Yao's crush on him, the raging boner Yao had gotten after the car ride certainly was.

Although no one saw the tent Yao had been pitching (camping pun intended), Yao had taken it upon himself to avoid Ivan in every way possible for the next week.

Ivan was in mess hall? No worries, Yao could eat after he left.

They had to pair up for an activity? Ivan and Natalia could pair up, no problem!

After all, how the hell could he look him in the eye after he'd thought about him in that way? Ivan was just a sweet little summer child! Yeah he was a little psycho sometimes, but it was clear he was for the most part pretty innocent!

His plan to avoid Ivan until the end of time had been going pretty smoothly, until Michelle had proposed all of Group B have a sleepover in the girl's cabin. Meaning, Yao was going to have to be awake in a room with Ivan for multiple hours.

Of course, he had tried to decline repetitively, fearing the forsaken feeling of his holy rod rising once again, but on the night of the sleepover Alfred had decided to hoist Yao over his shoulder and shout "C'mon! let's go have some fun!"

And so there Yao was, sitting next to Ivan in a circle of consisting of all of Group B. Never in his life had he wanted to leave a room so desperately. The only thing in Yao's head at that moment was worry, and worry alone as he stressed over the endless possibilities and scenarios that could end in him embarrassing himself. As he sat next to Ivan, he couldn't help but remember that night he has sat on his lap. Ivan had been so warm, and the way his breath had tickled Yao's ears with every exhale had made Yao's mind go crazy. If he experienced anything even remotely similar to that again, he would no doubt go insane with lust.

He whispered to Alfred,

"What the hell, Alfred? You know we're not supposed to be in another cabin after 7PM! What'll happen if we get found out, and especially YOU! You're on freaking probation after that brownie incident. If you get found out you might be sent ho-" Yao's mouth was covered by Alfred's hand before he could finish.

"Shhh, if the girls find that out that I could be sent home for this they might make us go back. Just... Ugh, we haven't spent much time with the girls, we should get to know them better! Loosen up a bit, just for tonight, 'kay? You can go back to having a stick up your ass tomorrow." he whispered back, rolling his eyes at the end and releasing Yao's mouth.

Yao would've retorted back about how his ass was perfectly free of anything inside it, but Michelle suddenly plopped a cup full of sticks in the middle of the circle, catching everyone's attention.

"Let's play the King's game!" She proclaimed, happily going back to her cross-legged position.

"Uh sure, how'd ya play?" Alfred asked. Those two definitely seemed to be the most eager to have 'fun' in the group.

"Well, all the sticks in that cup are numbered 1-7, apart from the King stick, so there are eight in total. We all grab a stick and then whoever gets the King stick is, well, the King! The King can order one or more other numbers to do something. So for instance, let's say I grabbed the king stick, I could tell number 5 and number 7 to hug or something. The catch is, only the king reveals themselves at first, so they don't know who they're telling commands to! Sounds fun, right?" she explained.