Boys Will Be Boys

ONE

School trips fucking suck . Clay threw his head back against the bus chair in exasperation from the amount of sweaty and stinky bodies being crammed in the small space. Honestly, it should have been illegal for this many teenage boys to be stuffed in such a contained space for a very long list of reasons, but for starters, the lack of deodorant being worn by the boys in the bus was incredibly concerning.

The only welcome sight to Clay was the British boy currently pushing his way through the bodies, trying to get to the back. "Holy shit, has anyone in this fucking bus ever heard of soap?" George wiped the sweat off his brow as he plopped next to his best friend.

"Tell me about it. It's like we're in the middle ages again. HEY ASSHOLE GET YOUR STINKY PITS OUTTA MY FUCKIN FACE," the Floridian screamed at the boy reaching over him to put his bag on the bus shelf. The guy just rolled his eyes in response. The amount of testosterone and hormones running rampant in the metal prison was suffocating; every boy on the bus was being generally annoying, and it was only getting worse. As the numbers in the bus were increasing, the school boys were getting progressively more rowdy.

Just when you think that everyone's here, more just keep coming , Clay groaned.

George reached over to unlatch the window and pulled it open before plopping back down to fan himself with his hand. "I can't wait until we get off this god forsaken bus." Dream nodded in agreement.

As the boys piled out of the cramped bus, George sighed with relief as he got a whiff of fresh air. Normally, the sight of a forest isolated from the rest of society would have freaked the boy out, but right now, he couldn't have wished for a better view. Clay and George made their way over to their assigned dorm, hauling their duffle bags filled with supplies to last the week.

"Wilderness training my ass, I hate private schools," Clay complained, sweating from the oppressive summer heat and humidity.

"Hey, we're here to ' learn how to become men and learn real life skills ,'" George imitated their camp counselor sarcastically before he dropped the duffle bag in front of the cabin door. "On the bright side, it's a two person dorm, so the only sweaty bodies will be our own," the dark oak haired boy sighed as he unlocked the door.

"That sounded a little-" Clay teased, walking into the cabin. George rolled his eyes, dropped his bag in front of his bed, and threw himself on it. Clay sat on his own bed, unpacking the essentials.

"Wake me up before we go eat, I'm taking a cat nap," the shorter boy said as he threw off his shirt before spreading out on the bed. Peeking up from his duffle bag, Clay stole a glance at the half naked boy laying in front of him. He swallowed audibly at the thin boy in front of him. His soft milky skin, free of any imperfections, looked like the perfect canvas for someone to mark up. His pink nipples that were perked up from the cool air wafting through the opened window glistened against his sweaty body, begging and tempting the taller boy. Clay's eyes trailed down, following the happy trail leading to the boy's shorts and-" The emerald eyed boy stopped himself, not wanting to pop a boner in front of his best friend. Clay got up to take a walk outside.

When Clay returned to wake George up, he was practically drenched in sweat. Maybe taking a walk during the middle of the day wasn't such a good idea. The boy opened the door and quickly stripped himself of his pants and shirt to cool off. He began to rummage through his bag to find a replacement outfit, but was distracted by the sound of ruffling sheets. George groggily rubbed at his eyes as he sat up to get a look at the source of the noise. When his eyes finally focused, he saw his best friend in just his boxers and blushed.

"Shit, give me a warning first dude," the British boy said as he turned away quickly.

"Didn't think you'd wake up," Clay said as he grabbed the clothes, then faced his friend and grinned. "Besides, we're both guys. Unless, you like what you see?" Clay teased.