Max zipped and buttoned up his jeans.

"'So You've Made A Huge Mistake'," Max read out loud, staring down at David's discarded self-help book on the floor, "'Fifteen Steps To Learn How To Live With The Guilt'."

He glanced over to a well-fucked, naked David who was sitting on the edge of his bed, blanket draped over his lap and staring down into the floor listlessly.

"Really?" Max chided, rolling his eyes. David bit his lip. "You're pathetic."

David drew his hands up to his face and quivered. He visibly took a deep breath and sighed.

"Well anyway, that was fun and all," he said, pulling his shirt back on over his head, "but I'm gonna go salt slugs with Neil and feed them to Space Kid, telling him its astronaut food." Max turned to leave David with himself, slipping his arms though his hoodie and adjusting the waist as he reached for the door. He added one last cheeky comment with an evil laugh, "I'll see you after dinner tonight."

"Wait, what?" David jumped, looking up to Max with surprise. "B-But we already...?"

"Yeah? Once?"

"I-, W-we can't keep doing this, Max," he explained, nervously rubbing an arm. Max paused and looked back at him. David gazed down at the book cover. "Eventually someone's going to find out and you and I both are going to be in massive trouble. Do you know what will happen to me if I get caught doing this with you?"

"Roughly fourteen years prison time, if not more; plus lifelong mental evaluations and a permanent, public record of being a sex offender," Max replied fast and matter-of-factly. David felt his chest tighten and shot Max a fearful look. Max sighed and sauntered back over to the other, "Come on, David, don't you remember what puberty was like?" He placed a hand on David's knee and trailed a gentle finger along the soft skin up to his thigh. "Being turned on by anything that moves," he detailed. David watched intensely, his breath welling in his throat as Max traced closer to his groin. "Jerking off every chance you get," Max's smile turned sly as he gazed up at David through predatory eyes. David averted his attention. "Looking at guys," Max continued, pressing his full palm against David's crotch and his body closer to David's chest, seductively crowding him. David's breath hitched in his throat. Max grinned against David's skin, "...Getting your first period."

David's hands fell upon Max's shoulders and pushed him away. Max had to laugh at the bitter expression he wore. "No one's gonna find out, Davey. It's been a week now and nobody's even suspicious. So will you just relax?" he consoled. David frowned and looked back down at the hardwood floors, fidgeting his hands. Max muttered to himself, turning his head, "Besides, it's not like you have a choice."

"Max, blackmail isn't-"

"Shut up," Max interrupted, raising a hand. He locked complacent eyes with David's nervous ones. "I don't think you realize just how much I own you now, camp man. Every spare moment of your time- if I want it, I get it." Max stepped back and pocketed his hands, his devilish grin spread wide. "And that's not just blackmail! Admit it to yourself, David- you like this. I like this. We're gonna keep doing this, and the sooner you stop crying yourself to sleep about it, the better things will be for both of us."

A pondering silence hung from David as he shared locked eyes with Max. The sad puppy-dog expression he held was so pathetic it was almost pitiful.

"If you act guilty, people are gonna think you are guilty. It's as simple as that. So seriously, just chill." Max shrugged and turned to leave again. He could practically feel David's soul die a little inside with the sad whimper the man made and he dropped his shoulders. "It's fine, okay? No one knows, no one cares. Everything's fine."

And with that, Max left David to his own devices and went to find Neil.

...

Camp Campbell had some pretty lame activities, but worst of them all was Pre-Calculus. Whoever decided eight to thirteen year olds should be doing college level mathematics must have had some shady reasoning behind it. Big fucking surprise.

"Psst, Max!" Nikki whispered loudly.

"Shh!" Gwen hushed from the back of the mess hall where she was reading 'Booty Timez' magazine. "No talking."

"Maaaax," Nikki whispered again, slightly quieter.

"What?" he replied in a matching tone.

"You weren't at breakfast this morning."

"No shit, Sherlock Nik," Max retorted.

"Nikki, Max, shut your yaps or no dessert tonight."

Max shot Nikki a daggering glare that stopped her from attempting to disrupt again.

Things were quiet between them again for about five minutes until something gentle but pointy hit Max in the head. He looked up from his pre-cal book, behind which he'd been drawing up blueprints for a makeshift death ray, to find a paper airplane stuck in his wool. Scowling, he removed it from his hair and unfolded the seams.

"Were wer u this morening?" it read. Max crumpled up the paper and scored a three-pointer across the mess hall into the bin. Smirking, he turned his attention back to his work and- was hit by a spitball.

Murder glint in his eyes as he looked up to his friend. She threw another paper plane and Max straight up deflected it this time. He then began preparing a hornet to fire back at her when a paper football landed perfectly in his fruit cup snack. Words curling around the edges of it told him it was another note. He glanced up to see Neil readying another football to fly and finally, he resigned to read it. (But only because it was from Neil.)

"We need help finishing the flamethrower, why'd you bail at breakfast?"

Max frowned. He could have asked this earlier during the whole Space Kid escapade. Why wait? Nevertheless, he flattened the paper and wrote down a reply.

"david." He refolded the note at the seams and flicked it back across the mess hall to his friends, who had been strategically seated away from each other.

Neil gave a short glare to him upon reading the response. He quickly scribbled down something else and flicked it back. Good thing Gwen was buried in her garbage.

"Dude. Lame. Also, what else is going on?" Max stared at the note for a short moment and bit his bottom lip, deciding on an excuse or if he should even provide one.

"what r u talking about?" he answered, hoping Neil wouldn't press the matter.

"I haven't seen you or David at shower block or rest period for days. Or breakfast."

"keeping n eye on him," Max wrote, dodging the question.

"Bullshit. You've left him alone for a while now." Max furrowed his brow and aimed for the trash bin again, scoring a field goal. After a few minutes, a brand new football struck his cheek.

"Nice shot," it said. Max couldn't help a tiny smile.

"thx."

"But you know you can tell me anything."

Max pondered on it, an image of him and David's illicit activities running through his mind. It gave him an idea.

"ok. u remember when i gave nurf all those knives?"

"Yeah, what the hell btw?"

"i made a deal w him so i could catch david n the act n the showers."

"What does that have to do with you being m.i.a?"

"i broke him n he was pissed. so once he came to his senses, he started makin me come to the counselors cabin to do 'remedial' 1 on 1 activities"

"What? What's he making you do?" Max's stomach knotted up a bit, heartrate escalating. He had to be very careful with his words. Saying the wrong thing would end his little game with David and definitely worse. But the adrenaline was kind of exhilarating. He couldn't help a tiny wicked grin.

"bscly just boring shit like those stupid smile exercises. u kno, dumbass david shit."

Whatever Neil was going to reply with got lost to the cloud when Nurf decided to butt in and catch the paper football mid-flight.

"Gwen, Max and Neil are passing notes," he snitched in an obnoxious tone as he unfurled the note and read aloud- "'He started making me come'" Nurf deliberately stopped there with a loud cackle, "ooh Max is having sex with dudes!" Max's entire body went ice cold as every eye in the room turned to him and howled with laughter.

"Nurf, that's enough. Max, come here you little shit. Beside me, now."

Max growled and made a cutthroat motion at Nurf, slamming his pre-cal book shut and marching over to Gwen's table at her side. He threw himself and the book down, putting his cheek in his hand and glaring at the snitch.

Nikki and Neil glanced at each other. As Gwen settled back into her reading position, Nikki sent Neil a paper plane.

...

After dinner, Max was right where he belonged - which was to say, riding atop David's dick. Which wasn't at all where either of them belonged. Skipping shower block together—in a way it was almost romantic. Almost. If there was any romance involved between them it would have been. Instead Max was intense and focused, holding himself up with shaky hands as he pleasured himself on David's body. His breaths were heavy and thick, broken with guttural moans. And David was flushed, face twisted and hiding behind his hands with shame. He was whimpering every now and then, either from guilt or from carnal pleasure or both.

Through hazy, lust-filled eyes, Max watched him cower, helplessly enslaved to Max's movements on top of him and his own sinful physical desires. It was a mix of being hot as fuck and also annoying as fuck.

Max dug his nails into David's chest, "Shut up, idiot," he growled, "You're gonna make me -" David gasped and then immediately bit his bottom lip. He stared up at Max with submissive eyes, cutting him off in his tracks. That had came off way more seductive than he wanted it to. Which was not at all. Max released a breath, "Fuck, that was..." he sat back and took hold of his cock, stroking it fast, "that was really hot." He drooped his head, getting into the motions of his hand and hips. His other hand, that was still being used to prop himself up, dug into David's abdomen again. "You liked that, didn't you?" he purred. A muffled moan came from behind David's sealed lips. His eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as Max raked his nails downward, hips subconsciously bucking upward into the miniature demon riding him. "Oooh fuck yes." He chuckled, "Fucking masochist."

David's chest rose and fell rapidly, heaving with each drag of Max's claws down his sides. Each swipe left vertical stripes of red puffing up along David's skin. A few of them beaded with tiny droplets of blood, not enough to spill but enough to be visible. Max was not going easy on him. David moaned all the same. But there would definitely be no swimming camp tomorrow. Not because of the pain, but because pleasure lines would definitely not be appropriate in front of kids. Or, well, normal kids. Not Max. Well, Max too obviously, but given the circumstances—yeah.

Max kept going, eliciting embarrassing sounds of utter pleasure out of David that the man fumbled to mute with his hands or pillows or blankets. And the display of shame frustrated Max; he tore the fabric away from David's face.

"Don't hide your moans, idiot," he said as he grabbed and held David's wrists down. His cock twitched, "you sound good."

David peered up at him with questioning eyes, Max's were locked into his for several seconds before a particularly pleasurable sway of his hips caught him off guard and wracked his body with ecstasy. His head fell back and he erupted with a moan of his own, grinding down hard against David's hips and releasing his wrists in his stupor.

"Oh my god," he drawled, voice breaking with each drop of his hips. One hand shot up to grab his hair and tug while the other took hold of his cock and stroked vigorously. "David, this is fucking amazing."

His head spun under a haze of concentrated bliss. Eyes rolled back toward the ceiling, he didn't notice David's tentative hands until they came to a rest on his hips and stroked softly the jutting hip bones. A tiny inhale lept out of his throat as he brought his attention back down to his timid victim.

David's eyes were closed and his shaky breaths insinuated thoughtfulness. With lids half-mast, Max attempted to read his curious face for all of half a minute before David suddenly bit his lip, clamped down hard on Max's tender hips, and began thrusting upward into him like he finally meant it.

All the breath was knocked from Max's lungs in a rush that resounded through the room as a howling moan. David carefully opened his eyes to observe his mewling partner. Max was the picture definition of orgasmic. The guilt began to fade. What had he been so afraid of? Max was very clearly enjoying every roll of his hips, every grip to his waist, each moan and whine; Max had never spared David's feelings about anything, and he wouldn't start now, would he? No, David decided, he wouldn't.

At long last, after weeks of shame all starting from when Max first saw him explicitly, David finally sighed with relief and moaned Max's name, "Max, y-you feel incredible."

Max's completely rapture-stricken form was nothing like David had ever wittnessed—one of Max's hands was tangled in his curly hair and the other was clawing across his own chest, passing over his pert nipples. His small cock twitching with what felt like endless waves of pleasure as it released the intense pressure inside it. When he was done, Max collapsed backwards, falling off of David's manhood entirely. David shuddered at the sudden chill. Through his labored panting, he smiled slightly.

David's arms trembled as he weakly attempted to sit up and gaze down at Max who looked more spent then he'd ever seen anyone.

"Wait," Max croaked, "wait, David, I didn't get your load! We can't—"

"I can't, Max," David said. Max opened his mouth with a groan and started to call David out on being scared of their sex, but David continued before he got anything out, "I think I'm too dehydrated."

Max knit his brows, confused. He expected David to start crying or something but instead he was smiling and looked apologetic in an entirely different way. Max's striking eyes flicked between David's tender ones. Eventually Max's expression descended into a smirk.

"Finally," he breathed, then dropped his head back once more. There was a small length of silence between them before Max spoke again, "Go get water or something, idiot."

David chuckled and scooped Max up into his arms, igniting a rage in the boy. He was half a second from punching David square in the jaw when David replied and left him stunned.

"Don't worry, Max, there's always tomorrow."