✨ Sheith church summer camp au✨
Childhood friends | Friends to lovers | slight homophobia | might get a bit nsfw, but I cannot promise anything | Author might or might not have about 6 years worth of church camp that they are pulling from heh
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Childhood friends | Friends to lovers | slight homophobia | might get a bit nsfw, but I cannot promise anything | Author might or might not have about 6 years worth of church camp that they are pulling from heh
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When Shiro was sixteen he found out that the church that his family had joined almost a year prior had a summer camp for the youth. Due to the fact that the church itself was fairly large and had multiple congregations scattered around the country,
events like these camps were organized geographically, with a dozen or more congregations banding together to put on these events for the youth; one specifically for the boys and one specifically for the girls.
The almost two week long camps didn’t really have anything to do with religion, which the church touted, but honestly Shiro didn’t know how much he believed that claim. There had always been some level of religion at these events.
But, Shiro’s love of camping won out in the end.
But, Shiro’s love of camping won out in the end.
He had gone camping with his family since he was a toddler. They would rent an RV or a really nice cabin. It wasn’t camping camping, like in a tent camping, but Shiro had always loved it. Mostly because being outdoors for about a week at a time had been relaxing.
He would bring a book or seven, and as he got older his gameboy and CD player, and just enjoy the time with his family.
And so as the school year started to come to a close Shiro got wind from his church youth group that signups for the Youth Camps were set to start soon.
And so as the school year started to come to a close Shiro got wind from his church youth group that signups for the Youth Camps were set to start soon.
He decided that he might as well try it out. After all, all his church friends were going, and they were pretty cool, so how bad could it be?
Shiro didn’t realize that the kind of camping was tent camping and that holy shit he hated sleeping in a sleeping bag on the ground.
Shiro didn’t realize that the kind of camping was tent camping and that holy shit he hated sleeping in a sleeping bag on the ground.
But.
That summer, when Shiro was sixteen, was when he met a feisty teen a few months younger.
That summer was when he met Keith.
That summer, when Shiro was sixteen, was when he met a feisty teen a few months younger.
That summer was when he met Keith.
They had become fast friends, almost against Keith’s wishes. Shiro had seen Keith slumped in a camping chair the first morning, and had wandered over.
“Not into camp songs?” Shiro had asked as he plopped down on the gnarly looking wood log next to Keith’s chair.
“Not into camp songs?” Shiro had asked as he plopped down on the gnarly looking wood log next to Keith’s chair.
Keith had shot him a wary look, and then sank further into the chair.
“I’m Shiro, by the way.”
“Keith.”
Shiro hummed. “What congregation are you from?”
“I’m not.”
“I’m Shiro, by the way.”
“Keith.”
Shiro hummed. “What congregation are you from?”
“I’m not.”
Shiro had learned that Keith wasn’t actually a member of the church, but had been coxed by a family friend into attending the summer camp. Keith’s friend, who was a member of the church from a different congregation,
had said that there was nearly zero churchy things; that it was mostly learning CPR, how to live in the wilderness if you need to, and how to ride horses.
Which, while correct, wasn’t 100% correct. Shiro and Keith learned pretty quickly that
Which, while correct, wasn’t 100% correct. Shiro and Keith learned pretty quickly that
each day began with a camp song, hymnal, and a prayer.
And that while the churchy things were normally kept to a minimum, they were still present.
As luck would have it, both boys ended up bonding over some of the church things that they weren’t used to.
And that while the churchy things were normally kept to a minimum, they were still present.
As luck would have it, both boys ended up bonding over some of the church things that they weren’t used to.
“Who the fuck is this ‘John Smith,’ anyway?” Keith had asked. His blanket had been tucked up to his nose as he and Shiro laid out on the grass in a small clearing looking at the night sky.
Shiro had laughed, said that Keith should probably not say ‘fuck’ around the other guys, and scooted closer to answer what he could.
The pair were supposed to be studying constellations but had ended up spending the hour long class just whispering between themselves.
The pair were supposed to be studying constellations but had ended up spending the hour long class just whispering between themselves.
And that’s how it all started.
After that summer, Shiro and Keith became nearly inseparable. They had learned that they lived about 45 mins away from each other. But that was just enough that they didn’t go to the same high school.
That didn’t stop them from hanging out or texting as much as humanly possible.
That didn’t stop them from hanging out or texting as much as humanly possible.
And so as the next school year came to a close, Shiro asked Keith if he was going to Boys Camp again.
Keith had shrugged, “You know church things aren’t my thing.”
Keith had shrugged, “You know church things aren’t my thing.”
“Yeah, but you could come with my congregation this year,” Shiro hedged as he leaned against Keith’s side, letting his chin fall on Keith’s shoulder, “Brother Johnson won’t fight me if I ask him to let us bunk together.”
“Hmm, you drive a hard bargain, Takashi Shirogane.”
“Hmm, you drive a hard bargain, Takashi Shirogane.”
It turned out that Shiro ended up being right; his congregation’s camp leader promised that he and Keith could room together.
In all honestly, Shiro was kind of shocked how easy it was. All he got was a “That’s nice that you two are such good friends!” And that was that.
In all honestly, Shiro was kind of shocked how easy it was. All he got was a “That’s nice that you two are such good friends!” And that was that.
As camp drew closer and closer, it turned out that having Keith go with him this year was going to be a whole lot more fun than expected.
The two of them had spent many late nights just texting back and forth about all the fun that they would have.
Soon, camp was upon them.
The two of them had spent many late nights just texting back and forth about all the fun that they would have.
Soon, camp was upon them.
“That’s a huge ass van,” Keith mumbled as Brother Oslund hopped out of the 15 person van.
Shiro laughed from his position beside Keith.
“I thought you guys were gonna rent a bus or something,” Keith said as Shiro stretched beside him and pulled his legs out of Keith’s lap.
Shiro laughed from his position beside Keith.
“I thought you guys were gonna rent a bus or something,” Keith said as Shiro stretched beside him and pulled his legs out of Keith’s lap.
It had been 6am on a Saturday, and Shiro and Keith had been relaxing on one of the grassy patches in the church parking lot waiting with the other boys from Shiro’s youth group.
“Why bother,” Shiro said as he stood, “Brother Oslund’s van works just fine.”
“Why bother,” Shiro said as he stood, “Brother Oslund’s van works just fine.”
“It’s still shocking that his family is large enough to warrant that large of a van,” Keith said as he pulled himself up with the aid of Shiro’s outstretched hand.
“You get used to it.”
“I don’t understand how.”
“You get used to it.”
“I don’t understand how.”
Shiro just chuckled as he raced forward, “Keith and I call the back!”
“Of course you do!” One of the other boys complained.
Shiro did in fact snag the last row of the large transit van for him and Keith, with the stipulation that they had to share
“Of course you do!” One of the other boys complained.
Shiro did in fact snag the last row of the large transit van for him and Keith, with the stipulation that they had to share
some of that four-seater row with some of the camping gear.
The pair agreed easily.
After everything and all 10 boys were packed in the van, the two camp leaders hopped in the front and they were off.
The pair agreed easily.
After everything and all 10 boys were packed in the van, the two camp leaders hopped in the front and they were off.
1 hr into their 4 hr trek to the camp grounds and Keith was more than grateful that Shiro had been able to grab the back seat.
Other than sacrificing one full seat to gear, they had the 3 seats to themselves, as opposed to all the other boys who didn’t have as much leg room.
Other than sacrificing one full seat to gear, they had the 3 seats to themselves, as opposed to all the other boys who didn’t have as much leg room.
With their bags stuffed under their seat, and their pillows and blankets they were pretty cozy. Shiro had folded his pillow behind his head, resting it on the large pile of gear on the seat beside him, and laid across the bench seat.
And after Keith had pulled out his earbuds he situated himself in a similar position with his pillow laying against the window to his right.
After about 1.5 hours in the pair had passed out asleep with their legs intertwined and their blankets draped over their laps.
After about 1.5 hours in the pair had passed out asleep with their legs intertwined and their blankets draped over their laps.
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“Uh, Keith.”
“Yeah, Shiro?”
“You did pack your camping chair, right?”
Keith scrambled over to where Shiro had been helping unpack the back of the van after they had arrived to their congregation’s designated section of the camp ground.
“Uh, Keith.”
“Yeah, Shiro?”
“You did pack your camping chair, right?”
Keith scrambled over to where Shiro had been helping unpack the back of the van after they had arrived to their congregation’s designated section of the camp ground.
“Of course. You saw it.”
“Well, it’s not back here.”
“Shit.”
“KEITH,” came from one of the leaders from inside the van.
“Sorry, Brother Johnson,” Keith mumbled as he dug though the pile.
“Well, it’s not back here.”
“Shit.”
“KEITH,” came from one of the leaders from inside the van.
“Sorry, Brother Johnson,” Keith mumbled as he dug though the pile.
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At least one boy was destined to not have a folding camp chair for one reason or another.
It happened every year.
It just seemed that this year was Keith’s year.
At least one boy was destined to not have a folding camp chair for one reason or another.
It happened every year.
It just seemed that this year was Keith’s year.
After a few phone calls, it had been figured out that Keith did indeed bring a camp chair. It just didn’t make it into the van. So there it sat, in the church parking lot, resting against the tree that Shiro and Keith had been sitting beside.
“Don’t worry about it,” Shiro had said as they got their tent in order, “you can use mine.”
“Where will you sit?”
A valid question. Almost all of the “classes” were held outside, in small clearing, under a grove of trees, beside a stream, and 99% of all the locations you
“Where will you sit?”
A valid question. Almost all of the “classes” were held outside, in small clearing, under a grove of trees, beside a stream, and 99% of all the locations you
needed a folding camp chair or then you would be sitting on the hard ground for hours on end.
Shiro shrugged. “The ground.”
Keith looked offended. “Nope, not gonna happen.”
“Hmm, well, I can always ask around; see if any of the other congregations brought an extra chair.”
Shiro shrugged. “The ground.”
Keith looked offended. “Nope, not gonna happen.”
“Hmm, well, I can always ask around; see if any of the other congregations brought an extra chair.”
Sometimes people did that. Camp chairs notoriously broke during the two weeks they were away.
“Don’t bother.” And Keith drove the tent support nail into the ground with a rough smack of the rubber mallet. “You have one of those big, comfy, deluxe chairs, right?”
“Don’t bother.” And Keith drove the tent support nail into the ground with a rough smack of the rubber mallet. “You have one of those big, comfy, deluxe chairs, right?”
Shiro nodded. After realizing last year how much they actually used their camp chairs, Shiro got his dad to splurge on a super expensive one for him.
“We can just share,” Keith said as he shuffled to the next tent stake. “If you are ok with that.”
“We can just share,” Keith said as he shuffled to the next tent stake. “If you are ok with that.”
Due to the fact that both boys were in the same grade level in school, they were in the same level at camp. Which meant all their camp classes were together.
“Keith, I don’t think—?”
It wasn’t uncommon for some boys to trade off with their chairs, passing them along like notes
“Keith, I don’t think—?”
It wasn’t uncommon for some boys to trade off with their chairs, passing them along like notes
in the hallway. If someone had a class that they needed it, then they got dibs.
That wouldn’t have worked here. Both of them would need it at the same time.
“I can just sit on your lap, no big deal.”
Shiro’s eyes shot upward as Keith’s mallet made contact with the final stake.
That wouldn’t have worked here. Both of them would need it at the same time.
“I can just sit on your lap, no big deal.”
Shiro’s eyes shot upward as Keith’s mallet made contact with the final stake.
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Keith’s recommendation that they just share a chair made sense. Shiro knew that. One of them sitting on the ground when there was a perfectly good lap to sit on didn’t make sense.
Keith recommendation was also not that uncommon.
Keith’s recommendation that they just share a chair made sense. Shiro knew that. One of them sitting on the ground when there was a perfectly good lap to sit on didn’t make sense.
Keith recommendation was also not that uncommon.
A few of the other boys would in fact sit close to each other or to share a chair.
Those boys normally came from fairly large families and were completely used to shirring their personal space with another person. So sharing a chair was no big deal. (No Homo, of course.)
Those boys normally came from fairly large families and were completely used to shirring their personal space with another person. So sharing a chair was no big deal. (No Homo, of course.)
Shiro did not come from a large family. At all. It was just him and his parents.
But, physical affection came pretty easy to him in very select situations. Especially, for reasons that Shiro couldn’t quite place, when it came to Keith.
But, physical affection came pretty easy to him in very select situations. Especially, for reasons that Shiro couldn’t quite place, when it came to Keith.
But Keith wasn’t naturally the physical affectionate kind.
Unless it came to Shiro.
Which was probably why no one batted an eye when they started sharing a camp chair.
Unless it came to Shiro.
Which was probably why no one batted an eye when they started sharing a camp chair.
It was a little awkward at first, with Keith leaning to one side so that Shiro could peak around Keith’s shoulders to see what was going on in the class.
But then after the first day of fiddling around in the chair, everything just clicked.
But then after the first day of fiddling around in the chair, everything just clicked.
They had been sitting around the evening campfire before dinner. All the congregations would gather together once dusk started to fall, sing camp songs and build a giant fire. The moment was supposed to be a whole camp “bonding experience,” but it was also a chance for the
individual congregation’s camp leaders to sneak away for a moment’s peace and to start their own bonfire so that everyone could start dinner prep the second that the communal fire was over.
Keith was perched on Shiro’s lap, elbows on his knees as he stared off into the fire.
Keith was perched on Shiro’s lap, elbows on his knees as he stared off into the fire.
As the sun set it stared to get chilly, and a shiver ran though Keith as the wind kicked up for a moment.
Without tying to think too much about it, Shiro grabbed Keith by the biceps and started to pull him backward.
“Woah!”
And Keith made contact with Shiro’s chest.
Without tying to think too much about it, Shiro grabbed Keith by the biceps and started to pull him backward.
“Woah!”
And Keith made contact with Shiro’s chest.
After a bit of shifting, Shiro nestled Keith against his left shoulder, arm draped around Keith’s waist and his hand on Keith’s lap. “Ah, there we go,” Shiro said as he shifted his body weight to the right to rest his elbow on the armrest.
Shiro was familiar with Keith’s body heat, but not in this context. He felt like a warm wave had trickled through his chest and went all the way down to his toes.
“This ok?” Shiro asked as he looked sideways at Keith through his white tuff of hair.
“This ok?” Shiro asked as he looked sideways at Keith through his white tuff of hair.
“Oh, yeah,” and Keith cleared his throat, “perfectly fine.”
“You looked cold.” Shiro started. “And I figured this might be warmer and possibly more comfortable. That way you didn’t have to lean forward too much and hurt your back.”
“You looked cold.” Shiro started. “And I figured this might be warmer and possibly more comfortable. That way you didn’t have to lean forward too much and hurt your back.”
The fire illuminated the small smile that tugged at Keith’s lips and it only grew as Shiro rambled. “It’s fine. Really. You’re right; this is a lot more comfortable.”
“As long as you’re sure.” Shiro was happy for the near complete darkness that flooded the campground
“As long as you’re sure.” Shiro was happy for the near complete darkness that flooded the campground
because he was pretty sure that a blush was creeping across his cheeks for some reason. He scrubbed at his cheek with his right thumb.
“I’m sure, Shiro.”
If Shiro had looked over at Keith then he would have seen a matching blush on Keith’s face,
“I’m sure, Shiro.”
If Shiro had looked over at Keith then he would have seen a matching blush on Keith’s face,
but Shiro would have probably rationalized it away as a trick of the firelight.
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Dinner with Shiro’s congregation went on without a hitch. The boys were making “hobo dinners”; seasoned chicken, potatoes and carrots wrapped up a tin foil packet and
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Dinner with Shiro’s congregation went on without a hitch. The boys were making “hobo dinners”; seasoned chicken, potatoes and carrots wrapped up a tin foil packet and
tossed directly into the fire to cook for about 45mins.
As they waited for the food to cook, Shiro and Keith finished setting up and rearranging the inside of their tent.
As they waited for the food to cook, Shiro and Keith finished setting up and rearranging the inside of their tent.
The boys had learned from last year and had come prepared. Shiro did not like sleeping directly on the ground in a sleeping bag; Keith didn’t really care.
But after some convincing, Shiro was able to get Keith to agree that they would get matching air mattresses.
But after some convincing, Shiro was able to get Keith to agree that they would get matching air mattresses.
But they ended up having a problem.
The mattresses ended up being a bit bigger than expected and didn’t fit where they wanted them to fit in the tent.
“Uh, want to just shove them together in the middle of the tent?” Shiro asked.
Keith shrugged, “Sure, man. I don’t care.”
The mattresses ended up being a bit bigger than expected and didn’t fit where they wanted them to fit in the tent.
“Uh, want to just shove them together in the middle of the tent?” Shiro asked.
Keith shrugged, “Sure, man. I don’t care.”
Shiro tried not to think about the fact that it would be like they were sharing a bed.
And the blush that returned to his cheeks didn’t help. Thank god for it being so dark in the tent.
And the blush that returned to his cheeks didn’t help. Thank god for it being so dark in the tent.
Plopping on his end of the combined mattresses, Shiro started rummaging in his bag.
It was then that he felt the bed dip.
Looking over his shoulder he saw that Keith had started taking off his shoes.
“You closed the tent, right?” Keith asked.
“Yeah?”
It was then that he felt the bed dip.
Looking over his shoulder he saw that Keith had started taking off his shoes.
“You closed the tent, right?” Keith asked.
“Yeah?”
“Cool,” and Keith started to shimmy out of his pants.
Shiro could feel his whole body heat up. Which was absurd. They had changed in front of each other multiple times over the past year and Shiro had never felt himself react this way before.
Shiro could feel his whole body heat up. Which was absurd. They had changed in front of each other multiple times over the past year and Shiro had never felt himself react this way before.
Shiro threw his hands back into his bag to distract himself.
A near collision with a boner later, Shiro and Keith had changed into their PJs and had exited the tent for dinner.
A near collision with a boner later, Shiro and Keith had changed into their PJs and had exited the tent for dinner.
God save him, Shiro was going to end up doing something incredibly stupid this year if things kept up the way they had been going tonight.
Luckily, Shiro didn’t do anything stupid. At least not majorly stupid. The two weeks went along swimmingly, no problems to be seen.
Luckily, Shiro didn’t do anything stupid. At least not majorly stupid. The two weeks went along swimmingly, no problems to be seen.
Though, speaking of swimming.
Shiro had nearly experienced a full hard-on one day when him and Keith had gone swimming during their free period. The water had hid most of it, but it hadn’t been fun trying to dance away from Keith until it went down.
Damn the church’s stance on masturbation being a sin.
Damn the church’s stance on masturbation being a sin.
After their dip in the lake, Shiro ended up jacking off in the shower.
The guilt was two-fold and he didn’t know what to make of it.
If it was just the guilt of breaking the church’s stupid rule about masturbation that would be one thing, he could get over that,
The guilt was two-fold and he didn’t know what to make of it.
If it was just the guilt of breaking the church’s stupid rule about masturbation that would be one thing, he could get over that,
but the guilt relating to *why* he had to masturbate hit a little harder.
Keith was his best friend. His *male* best friend.
The church said homosexualty was a sin. Shiro didn’t believe it, but still.
Shit.
Keith was his best friend. His *male* best friend.
The church said homosexualty was a sin. Shiro didn’t believe it, but still.
Shit.
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Honestly, Shiro didn’t know what he would do without Keith.
Keith and his upmost wisdom said a big Fuck You to every single church rule, commandment, and stupid idea. (There were a lot of Fuck Yous.)
Honestly, Shiro didn’t know what he would do without Keith.
Keith and his upmost wisdom said a big Fuck You to every single church rule, commandment, and stupid idea. (There were a lot of Fuck Yous.)
It had been a few months into the school year when Shiro had told Keith of the church’s stance when it came to matters such as the “proper” dating age and caffeine.
Though the two things that really pissed Keith off where the church’s thoughts on masturbation and sexuality.
Though the two things that really pissed Keith off where the church’s thoughts on masturbation and sexuality.
Shiro didn’t have to say anything about their stance on homosexuality. Keith was smart enough to scream “AND I BET THEY HATE LGBT PLUS INDIVIDUALS AS WELL.”
To say that Keith was pissed was an understatement.
To say that Keith was pissed was an understatement.
“What the fuck, Shiro!“
“I know, right!“
“It’s like they don’t want you to have any fun whatsoever. It’s like they don’t want you to actually be a human being.“
As the months went on and as Shiro figured out himself more, he realized that you didn’t give a fuck.
“I know, right!“
“It’s like they don’t want you to have any fun whatsoever. It’s like they don’t want you to actually be a human being.“
As the months went on and as Shiro figured out himself more, he realized that you didn’t give a fuck.
He really did not give a single flying fuck about these backwards ideas from the church.
Shiro still hadn’t confessed to Keith that he had a pretty large crush on him, but that was Future Shiro’s problem.
Shiro still hadn’t confessed to Keith that he had a pretty large crush on him, but that was Future Shiro’s problem.
And as yet another school year started to come to a close, the question of should Shiro go to boys camp again came up.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, Shiro.”
“But Keith-?"
“You said that this is going to be your final year that you can go to this silly camp, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it, Shiro.”
“But Keith-?"
“You said that this is going to be your final year that you can go to this silly camp, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
This had indeed been Shiro’s last opportunity to go to the camp. As a camper.
He had the option the following year to go as a youth camp leader, but with the impending move due to college he was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be able to do that.
He had the option the following year to go as a youth camp leader, but with the impending move due to college he was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be able to do that.
And shit. College. That opened a whole other can of worms that Shiro and Keith hadn’t really talked about yet.
So yeah, this was going to be his last year. All things considered he always had a really good time. But of course the wrinkle that kept him from going this year...
So yeah, this was going to be his last year. All things considered he always had a really good time. But of course the wrinkle that kept him from going this year...
“What’s keeping you then,“ Keith asked.
“I don’t know if I can do it knowing everything that I do now. “
“How about if I come with you one last time?“
Shiro smiled up at Keith from his lazy spot on the floor. Keith had been laying upside down on Shiro’s bed.
“I don’t know if I can do it knowing everything that I do now. “
“How about if I come with you one last time?“
Shiro smiled up at Keith from his lazy spot on the floor. Keith had been laying upside down on Shiro’s bed.
“Yeah, I think I could put up with it if you were there," Shiro whispered.
The preparations for their final year went a lot smoother than the previous two.
And in no time Shiro and Keith were snuggled up in the last row of Brother Oslund's 15 seater van.
The preparations for their final year went a lot smoother than the previous two.
And in no time Shiro and Keith were snuggled up in the last row of Brother Oslund's 15 seater van.
Except, this time, Keith had fallen asleep against Shiro's chest.
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Six and a half hours later and Shiro noticed something as he helped unload the van.
“Hey Keith? Where’s your chair?“
“Didn’t think I was going to need it.” Shiro gave him a puzzled look so Keith continued, “Figured I would just sit on your lap again. “
Six and a half hours later and Shiro noticed something as he helped unload the van.
“Hey Keith? Where’s your chair?“
“Didn’t think I was going to need it.” Shiro gave him a puzzled look so Keith continued, “Figured I would just sit on your lap again. “
Shiro could not tell if Keith was aware of how much that punched the wind out of him.
Shiro decided to detract from his blush instead.
“You’re such a brat!” And Shiro took off after Keith at a dead run. Keith had the decency to squawk and run as fast as he humanly could.
Shiro decided to detract from his blush instead.
“You’re such a brat!” And Shiro took off after Keith at a dead run. Keith had the decency to squawk and run as fast as he humanly could.
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One thing that Keith and Shiro had started doing at the end of camp last year was to grab a blanket when it started to get dark. Some of the events took place at night and even though the days were sweltering, the nights were almost borderline freezing.
One thing that Keith and Shiro had started doing at the end of camp last year was to grab a blanket when it started to get dark. Some of the events took place at night and even though the days were sweltering, the nights were almost borderline freezing.
Currently, they were relaxing. Keith had sat on Shiro’s lap and slung his legs over the right armrest, leaning his back agains the left one and with Shiro’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. With the blanket draped over the two of them, Shiro’s right hand was under the blanket,
resting on Keith’s lower thigh. They were supposed to be taking this time at night to read their scriptures, but star gazing was a lot more fun.
After about an hour they heard one of their leaders say that it was almost time for lights out, but Keith just tucked himself into
After about an hour they heard one of their leaders say that it was almost time for lights out, but Keith just tucked himself into
Shiro’s arm more.
“Come on, get off,” Shiro said as he puffed air onto Keith’s face. Repeatedly.
Keith ducking under the blanket. “Noooo.”
“I’m gonna carry you to the cabin if you don’t get off.”
“Well, you haven’t been to the gym in a while, so I would be doing you a favor.”
“Come on, get off,” Shiro said as he puffed air onto Keith’s face. Repeatedly.
Keith ducking under the blanket. “Noooo.”
“I’m gonna carry you to the cabin if you don’t get off.”
“Well, you haven’t been to the gym in a while, so I would be doing you a favor.”
Keith nearly choked on his own spit as Shiro hefted him up and threw him over his shoulder, still fully wrapped in the blanket. The only body part not covered in blanket was Keith’s legs, so he used those to the best of his ability and wiggled around, lightly kicking Shiro.
“Shiwooo, let me go!” came Keith’s blanket muffled cries.
Shiro ignored him, instead nodding to his camp leaders as he walked by, “Goodnight, Brothers.”
Brother Tate looked up from his seat beside Brother Oslund and Bother Johnson, a startled look on his face. “Uh, Shiro?”
Shiro ignored him, instead nodding to his camp leaders as he walked by, “Goodnight, Brothers.”
Brother Tate looked up from his seat beside Brother Oslund and Bother Johnson, a startled look on his face. “Uh, Shiro?”
Shiro spun, probably a bit faster than he should have and Keith screamed again. “Yeah, Bother Tate?” Shiro called.
“Deposit Keith in your cabin and then come here for a second?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Deposit Keith in your cabin and then come here for a second?”
“Oh, sure.”
This had been the first year that they had actual cabins with actual beds. They weren’t the best beds, and there wasn’t any AC. And they still had a communal bathroom that they had to walk at least 7 minutes to get to. But there was a over head
light, a ceiling fan, and four walls made of wood surrounding their beds, and those things alone had made it feel more luxurious than previous years.
Shiro made quick work of the short staircase that lead to the tiny front porch, opened the door and plopped Keith on his bed.
Shiro made quick work of the short staircase that lead to the tiny front porch, opened the door and plopped Keith on his bed.
The other two boys that they shared the cabin with were already there, having just arrived from the bathroom.
Shiro ruffled Keith’s head that was still covered in blanket, told him that he would “Be right back,” waved to the other boys, and then left.
Shiro ruffled Keith’s head that was still covered in blanket, told him that he would “Be right back,” waved to the other boys, and then left.
It took Keith longer than expected to detangle himself from the blanket, but he figured it out with a huff. Neither of the other boys helped him, just asked him if he was OK. Very few boys there really took the time to approach Keith, which he was fine with.
He was only really there for Shiro anyway.
The camping and survival skills were an added bonus.
The camping and survival skills were an added bonus.
“Hey, uh, Keith?” One of the other boys, Eric, called.
“Yeah,” Keith didn’t look up as he rummaged in his duffel bag for his sleep shorts.
“You and Shiro are pretty close, right?” The other boy, Derek, asked.
“Yeah.” Keith responded.
“Are you two... together?”
“Yeah,” Keith didn’t look up as he rummaged in his duffel bag for his sleep shorts.
“You and Shiro are pretty close, right?” The other boy, Derek, asked.
“Yeah.” Keith responded.
“Are you two... together?”
Keith snorted as he changed, and the boys must have taken it as a negative confirmation, so they continued.
“Well,” Derek said, “It kind of seems like you are? Not that I have anything against it, I just—“
Eric, chimed in, “I think what Derek is trying to ask is are you gay?”
“Well,” Derek said, “It kind of seems like you are? Not that I have anything against it, I just—“
Eric, chimed in, “I think what Derek is trying to ask is are you gay?”
Keith smirked a the pair and then collapsed on his bed with a huff. “Why?” He asked as he rolled on his stomach and pulled his pillow over to himself so he would fold it in half to lay on.
After no response from the duo Keith raised an eyebrow in question.
After no response from the duo Keith raised an eyebrow in question.
“Oh.” “Well”
“You’re not gonna—?”
“I mean that’s cool—.”
“If you don’t want to answer that’s—“
Keith rolled his eyes at the two stumbling over themselves.
“You’re not gonna—?”
“I mean that’s cool—.”
“If you don’t want to answer that’s—“
Keith rolled his eyes at the two stumbling over themselves.
If Keith remembered correctly both boys were younger than himself, and were the youngest from their respective families. Pretty large families too. Nice kids overall, just a little...naïve.
It had been kind of odd to Keith that most of the boys that he had met though Shiro’s church events were either soft spoken, almost timid, or complete self absorbed pricks. Of course they got bunked with the soft babies.
It probably had something to do with the fact that a good portion of the leadership probably thought that Shiro was a good role model for them...
“Uh, is Shiro... gay?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself,” Keith said as he made direct eye contact with Derek
“Uh, no that’s okay,” stumbled Derek. And his bedside lamp clicked off.
Keith smirked as he shifted under his blankets.
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“Why don’t you ask him yourself,” Keith said as he made direct eye contact with Derek
“Uh, no that’s okay,” stumbled Derek. And his bedside lamp clicked off.
Keith smirked as he shifted under his blankets.
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Outside, Shiro shuffled over to the campfire.
The night was crisp and if Shiro was completely honest, he was a little nervous.
Their first Wednesday into camp had drawn to a close, and him and Keith hadn’t exactly been discreet with their flirting the past few days.
The night was crisp and if Shiro was completely honest, he was a little nervous.
Their first Wednesday into camp had drawn to a close, and him and Keith hadn’t exactly been discreet with their flirting the past few days.
Once they had arrived to camp on that past Saturday and Shiro had woken up to Keith snuggled on his chest Shiro knew that his crush wasn’t one sided.
Him and Keith still hadn’t talked about it. They had just increased their physical affection tenfold.
Him and Keith still hadn’t talked about it. They had just increased their physical affection tenfold.
And as Shiro plopped down on the ground beside his camp leaders he felt like he was going to the gallows.
“What’s up, Brother Tate?” Shiro asked.
“Well,” the man started. Brother Tate had been new to the area and Shiro guesstimated around his mid fifties. Overall he had been a nice guy, but sometimes had been a bit of a hard-ass that Shiro assumed was due to the fact that the man
“Well,” the man started. Brother Tate had been new to the area and Shiro guesstimated around his mid fifties. Overall he had been a nice guy, but sometimes had been a bit of a hard-ass that Shiro assumed was due to the fact that the man
and his family had recently moved in from Utah. Shiro had heard stories about some of the members of the church that lived in Utah. They could be a bit… intense.
Brother Tate cleared his throat as he continued, “Shiro, have you given any thought to going on a mission?”
Brother Tate cleared his throat as he continued, “Shiro, have you given any thought to going on a mission?”
Shit.
Oh no. No, no, nonono.
This hadn’t been the conversation that Shiro had been expecting, but it was just about as bad.
As he looked around the group the other leaders seemed to nod in unison.
Oh no. No, no, nonono.
This hadn’t been the conversation that Shiro had been expecting, but it was just about as bad.
As he looked around the group the other leaders seemed to nod in unison.
Shiro attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. “I have thought about it, yes.” Vague, Shiro, be vague.
“Very good!” Brother Tate chirped. “You should probably start working on that application soon then. You just turned 18, right?”
“Very good!” Brother Tate chirped. “You should probably start working on that application soon then. You just turned 18, right?”
It was common practice that once a boy hit 18 then everyone started asking him about a going on a mission, since 18 was the youngest that you could go.
Shiro didn’t want to go one on though.
“Yeah, back in March.”
Shiro didn’t want to go one on though.
“Yeah, back in March.”
“Fantastic! And you’re going into 12th grade this coming up school year?”
Shiro nodded, “Yeah.”
“Then you better hurry up and take care of all that sooner rather than later. Your last year of high school will be packed. Don’t want your mission paperwork to fall to the wayside.”
Shiro nodded, “Yeah.”
“Then you better hurry up and take care of all that sooner rather than later. Your last year of high school will be packed. Don’t want your mission paperwork to fall to the wayside.”
Shiro wanted to scream. So he cleared his throat instead. “Uh, sir. With all due respect, I wasn’t planning on going on a mission. I actually never got baptized so I can’t.”
Shiro had done that on purpose. A few years ago, when Shiro’s parents had gotten baptized into the church they had given Shiro the option to get baptized with them.
Shiro had declined.
His parents had been perfectly okay with it, saying that if he didn't want to officially
Shiro had declined.
His parents had been perfectly okay with it, saying that if he didn't want to officially
join the church that it was Shiro’s own decision. And so, Shiro just never got baptized.
Ended up being a saving grace for certain church things. Like this moment.
Ended up being a saving grace for certain church things. Like this moment.
Shiro had stopped the smirk that threatened to tug at his lips. Brother Tate sputtered.
The other two leaders ended up making contemplative sounds good-naturedly.
The other two leaders ended up making contemplative sounds good-naturedly.
“Oh! That’s right!” Brother Johnson chuckled. “I completely forgot about that.”
“Shiro,” Brother Tate’s voice had cut through the others like a knife. knife. “You better get that squared away then. And make sure to curb certain bits of… temptation beforehand.”
“Shiro,” Brother Tate’s voice had cut through the others like a knife. knife. “You better get that squared away then. And make sure to curb certain bits of… temptation beforehand.”
“Temptation, sir?” Shiro asked.
“Yes.” Brother Tate had motioned over to the cabin that Shiro just exited. “You and Keith seem to be awfully…close.”
“Yes.” Brother Tate had motioned over to the cabin that Shiro just exited. “You and Keith seem to be awfully…close.”
Shiro almost said something.
He had been really close to saying something.
He had his mouth open, but didn’t have actual words planned yet.
But it looked like he didn’t have to.
He had been really close to saying something.
He had his mouth open, but didn’t have actual words planned yet.
But it looked like he didn’t have to.
“Brother Tate!“ Brother Oslund said, “Isaac Tate! What are you trying to insinuate?“
Brother Johnson was chuckling. “Really, Brother. Are you really trying to say that our Shiro here is GAY?“
Brother Oslund and Johnson looked at each other, and then looked at Shiro and laughed.
Brother Johnson was chuckling. “Really, Brother. Are you really trying to say that our Shiro here is GAY?“
Brother Oslund and Johnson looked at each other, and then looked at Shiro and laughed.
“That’s just how Shiro and Keith are.“
“We watched them grow up over the past couple of years; they’ve always been like that.“
“Yeah, Shiro is just a very nice boy. There’s nothing wrong with that.“
“We watched them grow up over the past couple of years; they’ve always been like that.“
“Yeah, Shiro is just a very nice boy. There’s nothing wrong with that.“
Brother Tate bristled. “But the way they interact is not appropriate.“
“Isaac,“ Brother Johnson said with a stern lit to his voice, “We know Shiro. And we have gotten to know Keith over the past couple of years. There is nothing to worry about.“
“Isaac,“ Brother Johnson said with a stern lit to his voice, “We know Shiro. And we have gotten to know Keith over the past couple of years. There is nothing to worry about.“
And Brother Johnson looked at Shiro. “Right, my boy?“
Shiro had been startled to say the least, and it probably had shown on his face.
“You though I was—? “Shiro stuttered out and then stopped himself short. “What?!”
Shiro had been startled to say the least, and it probably had shown on his face.
“You though I was—? “Shiro stuttered out and then stopped himself short. “What?!”
Shiro had expected to be uncomfortable and startled. But this was not how he had expected it to happen.
In hindsight it was good that he had been startled because that allowed Brother Tate to interpret his shocked face
In hindsight it was good that he had been startled because that allowed Brother Tate to interpret his shocked face
as one of confirmation of what the other leaders had said, rather than an admission of guilt on Shiro’s part.
“Mmhmm. It seems that I must apologize then. I guess I’m not used to some of the ways that the youth interact here. It’s a lot different than Utah,” Brother Tate said.
“Mmhmm. It seems that I must apologize then. I guess I’m not used to some of the ways that the youth interact here. It’s a lot different than Utah,” Brother Tate said.
“No problem, Brother Tate,” Shiro mumbled.
Shiro was lying. It had almost been a *huge* problem.
Also, Shiro didn’t believe one word out of Brother Tate’s mouth.
Shiro was lying. It had almost been a *huge* problem.
Also, Shiro didn’t believe one word out of Brother Tate’s mouth.
As Shiro said a second round of good nights to his camp leaders and then walked back to the cabin, he contemplated his options.
1) Lay low and do his best to resist touching Keith for the duration of the camp.
This option was absurd.
1) Lay low and do his best to resist touching Keith for the duration of the camp.
This option was absurd.
Not only did he Not Want To Do That, but that would have actually attracted attention to them.
Like the other camp leaders had said: Physicality was just who Shiro and Keith were.
Like the other camp leaders had said: Physicality was just who Shiro and Keith were.
Shiro wanted to dissect that statement more later because WOW him and Keith must have been super obvious if his camp leaders noticed. But then again, they, for whatever reason, hadn’t read the actions as gay soooo maybe that would allow for option two to work.
2. Continue as normal.
This option allowed Shiro and Keith to just say Fuck You to Brother Tate and just ignore him. Tate looked like an outlier anyway. After all, no one else had ever called them out on their behavior.
But then, there was always Option Three.
This option allowed Shiro and Keith to just say Fuck You to Brother Tate and just ignore him. Tate looked like an outlier anyway. After all, no one else had ever called them out on their behavior.
But then, there was always Option Three.
3) Go. Be (More) Gay.
Shiro liked that option the most. It allowed for them to not only continue their flirtatious ways, but it also allowed for them to say even bigger Fuck Yous to the system.
Hmmm, Option Three looked pretty convincing to Shiro indeed.
Shiro liked that option the most. It allowed for them to not only continue their flirtatious ways, but it also allowed for them to say even bigger Fuck Yous to the system.
Hmmm, Option Three looked pretty convincing to Shiro indeed.
It was the option that weighed heavily on Shiro’s mind as he changed into sleep clothes in the dark of their cabin.
It was was the option that made him walk over to Keith’s bunk that laid under a window and push his hair out of his face and place a soft kiss on Keith’s forehead.
It was was the option that made him walk over to Keith’s bunk that laid under a window and push his hair out of his face and place a soft kiss on Keith’s forehead.
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“I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll do it. We need to get back at that fucker, so I’ll do it. I’m all in, Shiro.”
Shiro had stopped walking and blinked. What had just happened?
Shiro looked over at Keith. “Are you sure, Keith?”
“I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll do it. We need to get back at that fucker, so I’ll do it. I’m all in, Shiro.”
Shiro had stopped walking and blinked. What had just happened?
Shiro looked over at Keith. “Are you sure, Keith?”
Keith blinked up at him like he had grown a third head. “You keep asking me that, and while I appreciate you checking with me, trust me when I say: Let’s get back at this fucker. No one is allowed to disgrace me like that, let alone you.”
Thursday morning had arrived just like almost every camp morning, except Shiro had woken Keith up with a soft puff of air in his ear, and that caused them to roll out of bed a bit earlier than normal so that their laughter didn’t wake up their cabin mates.
As they walked the almost 10 minutes to the communal bathroom Shiro had regaled Keith with what Brother Tate had said the night before. And if Shiro had been fiddling with Keith’s fingers as they walked then that was just an added bonus.
Shiro hadn’t expected to tell Keith about what Tate had said, but it had kind of come out when Keith had asked.
Shiro had expected the anger that prickled at Keith’s edges.
But Shiro had not expected Keith to basically offer to get back at Tate by acting like they were dating.
Shiro had expected the anger that prickled at Keith’s edges.
But Shiro had not expected Keith to basically offer to get back at Tate by acting like they were dating.
Well, as much as they could get away with at a church camp.
Without getting kicked out.
Even though Shiro had been planning on telling his parents at some point that he was gay, this wasn’t how he wanted them to find out.
Without getting kicked out.
Even though Shiro had been planning on telling his parents at some point that he was gay, this wasn’t how he wanted them to find out.
Shiro had stopped walking and Keith tugged at their joined hands.
“You’re okay with this, right?” Keith asked as Shiro sleepily looked down at him.
“Of course, Keith,” and Shiro reeled Keith closer to him with one hand. The other hand held their shared bathroom caddy.
“You’re okay with this, right?” Keith asked as Shiro sleepily looked down at him.
“Of course, Keith,” and Shiro reeled Keith closer to him with one hand. The other hand held their shared bathroom caddy.
They hadn’t been sharing the actual bathroom supplies, but rather the plastic holder itself. Keith had forgotten his, so they just jammed both of their bathroom supplies in the same caddy.
They were together all the time anyway, so it worked out.
They were together all the time anyway, so it worked out.
“So,” Shiro said after he had extracted his face from Keith’s soft hair. “What did you have in mind? What devilish ideas did you have to get back at this fucker?”
Keith mock gasped. “Brother Shirogane! You just said ‘fuck!’”
Keith mock gasped. “Brother Shirogane! You just said ‘fuck!’”
Shiro nearly doubled over laughing. “Oh god, Keith, please never call me that again.”
“No promises!”
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Keith’s base idea had been simple. And conveniently lined up with Shiro’s rumination about Option Three.
“No promises!”
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Keith’s base idea had been simple. And conveniently lined up with Shiro’s rumination about Option Three.
But he conveniently left that part out. Instead he just agreed when Keith suggested that they amp up the PDA.
Shiro hadn’t missed the blush that had crept across Keith’s cheeks.
How long had Keith shared his crush? That was a problem for Future Shiro.
Shiro hadn’t missed the blush that had crept across Keith’s cheeks.
How long had Keith shared his crush? That was a problem for Future Shiro.
_______
Shiro both loved and hated this plan of theirs.
It had basically been torture. But, like, happy torture that he would willingly subject himself to again and again.
Wait.
Did that make him a masochist?
Hold that thought. Future Shiro’s problem.
Shiro both loved and hated this plan of theirs.
It had basically been torture. But, like, happy torture that he would willingly subject himself to again and again.
Wait.
Did that make him a masochist?
Hold that thought. Future Shiro’s problem.
For now Shiro had been wallowing in the extra affection directed his way courtesy of Keith.
They had been on their way to lunch, and walking with their pinkies connected.
They had been doing a lot of little things like that more than before.
They had been on their way to lunch, and walking with their pinkies connected.
They had been doing a lot of little things like that more than before.
Yeah, Shiro had always been pretty affectionate with Keith, but Keith had been pretty reserved unless it was later in the day or at night; either because he had started to get tired or because there were less people around.
But after their talk on Thursday morning they both had been touching each other more. And Keith had even taken the initiative a few times, which Shiro had always blushed and leaned in to.
They still shared Shiro’s camp chair, and Keith had even taken to
They still shared Shiro’s camp chair, and Keith had even taken to
curling up in Shiro’s lap more as it got colder. Shiro had even been able to wrap his arms fully around a balled up Keith. That *did* things to him though, so he had to be very carful about that. Didn’t want to be poking Keith in the ass with a hard-on.
Well. Shiro did. But. Ah.
Well. Shiro did. But. Ah.
In “safer” PDA adventures, Shiro had even taken to hooking his chin over Keith’s shoulder or pressing his lips to the upper part of Keith’s shoulder. And if anyone had asked? It had all been in the name of looking over Keith’s shoulder, of course.
But no one asked.
At all.
But no one asked.
At all.
Keith actually had been really surprised by that. And Shiro couldn’t say that he blamed him.
“You really weren’t joking when you said that people just kind of expect this of us.” Keith said as he sat down beside Shiro on the patch of grass he had claimed under a tree.
Shiro had been laying on his stomach, reading a book.
Shiro had been laying on his stomach, reading a book.
Their next class was set to start in about 20 min. So since they had time to kill they just headed over to the class location and chilled until it started.
“It’s weird, right?” And Shiro let out a grunt as Keith no so gently laid his head on Shiro’s back, using it like a pillow.
“It’s weird, right?” And Shiro let out a grunt as Keith no so gently laid his head on Shiro’s back, using it like a pillow.
“Very.” And Keith shifted a bit as he got comfortable. “I wonder if we should, I don’t know. Do more?”
Shiro really wanted to ask what that ‘More’ entailed. But he didn’t.
“Maybe wait until next week? Make it a slow progression?”
Shiro almost *needed* a slow progression.
Shiro really wanted to ask what that ‘More’ entailed. But he didn’t.
“Maybe wait until next week? Make it a slow progression?”
Shiro almost *needed* a slow progression.
He didn’t know how much more of this his poor dick could take. It had almost become habit for him to jack off in the shower every night.
“Hmmm, yeah I guess.” Keith grumbled.
“Hmmm, yeah I guess.” Keith grumbled.
Shiro rolled a bit, and ended up with Keith’s head on his stomach. Reaching over, Shiro dragged his hand though Keith’s hair. “Hey, that sounds awfully like pouting.”
“I’m not pouting.”
Keith had definitely been pouting.
“I’m not pouting.”
Keith had definitely been pouting.
Shiro chuckled as he smoothed his hand over Keith’s cheek. Keith’s head bounced slightly. “Hey!”
That just caused Shiro to laugh more. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry. Hey, how can I make it up to you?”
If Keith had asked him to suck him off, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
But Keith hadn’t.
That just caused Shiro to laugh more. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry. Hey, how can I make it up to you?”
If Keith had asked him to suck him off, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
But Keith hadn’t.
“Let’s skip class.”
Shiro pondered that for a whole 0.2 seconds.
“Fair trade.”
Shiro pondered that for a whole 0.2 seconds.
“Fair trade.”
They made quick work of gathering their water bottles, camp books, and other supplies, and plopped them in the seat of their shared camp chair. After Shiro had shouldered the chair, they walked away with Shiro’s arm slung over Keith’s shoulders.
_____________
_____________
It had been Sunday when it had happened.
It was bound to happen. But Shiro figured that it would take a few years before it happened, but alas.
“Hey, Brother Shirogane?”
Shiro froze. A chill had run up his spine.Slowly he had turned around.
Oh.
“You can just call me Shiro.”
It was bound to happen. But Shiro figured that it would take a few years before it happened, but alas.
“Hey, Brother Shirogane?”
Shiro froze. A chill had run up his spine.Slowly he had turned around.
Oh.
“You can just call me Shiro.”
“Oh!” and the first year camper, who looked like he had just turned 14 not that long ago scrunched up his face, “Brother Shir—“
The poor kid got cut off my Keith’s laughter.
“Excuse me, Ezra, right?” Shiro asked the young boy.
The poor kid got cut off my Keith’s laughter.
“Excuse me, Ezra, right?” Shiro asked the young boy.
“Yeah, Ezra Taft, Brother Shiro.”
Shiro made a face. “Ezra, I’m 18. You don’t need to ‘Brother’ me.”
There had been a look of slight horror on the kid’s face. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were a camp leader!”
Shiro made a face. “Ezra, I’m 18. You don’t need to ‘Brother’ me.”
There had been a look of slight horror on the kid’s face. “I’m so sorry! I thought you were a camp leader!”
Keith had to use Shiro’s arm to keep himself upright as he laughed.
“Ah,” Shiro stuttered, “no, I’m just big for my age.” And Shiro turned to Keith, who had been laughing in his ear.
“Ah,” Shiro stuttered, “no, I’m just big for my age.” And Shiro turned to Keith, who had been laughing in his ear.
“But actually, I should probably take Brother Kogane to Medical. Looks like he’s having trouble breathing.”
“Oh, no you don’t, Shiro!’ Keith near shrieked. “Don’t you ‘Brother’ me!”
“Excuse us, Ezra,” and Shiro leaned down and scooped up Keith bridal style.
____________
“Oh, no you don’t, Shiro!’ Keith near shrieked. “Don’t you ‘Brother’ me!”
“Excuse us, Ezra,” and Shiro leaned down and scooped up Keith bridal style.
____________
Sundays were supposed to be really laid back at camp. Mostly due to the fact that the church had the stance that Sundays were the day of rest and for attending church services.
They couldn’t really attend church normally while at camp, but they made due with the
They couldn’t really attend church normally while at camp, but they made due with the
bishops driving up to give small sacrament services to their respective congregations.
And then the rest of the day was supposed to be relaxing and reading scripture. Basically anything that would distract you from thinking about the Lord was a no.
And then the rest of the day was supposed to be relaxing and reading scripture. Basically anything that would distract you from thinking about the Lord was a no.
So of course Keith and Shiro had taken that time to go swimming instead. Which, technically had been against the rules of the sabbath, but fuck the system, right?
The lake had been completely vacant, which meant that the two could not only enjoy some peace and quiet, but also allowed them to talk without worrying about people listening in.
“You’re taking Latin this year, right?” Keith asked as he came up for air.
“You’re taking Latin this year, right?” Keith asked as he came up for air.
The way that he pushed his hair out of his eyes should have been illegal. Shiro got momentarily distracted.
“Uh, yeah, figured why not, right?”
Keith laughed. “Of course you would say that.”
“Uh, yeah, figured why not, right?”
Keith laughed. “Of course you would say that.”
“Wait. You’re taking the class too. *And* you took all your language credits, you have no room to talk.”
“Just wanted to see you at least once per day, is that such a crime?”
Shiro felt his face light up. “Ah, no. Not at all.”
“Just wanted to see you at least once per day, is that such a crime?”
Shiro felt his face light up. “Ah, no. Not at all.”
They sat in silence for a moment, Keith drifted on his back and Shiro had the upper part of his body across an inflatable raft.
“Hey, Keith?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re still gonna visit each other when we go off to college, right?”
“Hey, Keith?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re still gonna visit each other when we go off to college, right?”
Keith pulled a face. “Of course, Shiro. You are my best friend. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Shiro let out a breath, “Oh thank god. Like if we get into our top choice schools then we’ll only be like 2 hrs apart, but still. I wanted to make sure.”
Shiro let out a breath, “Oh thank god. Like if we get into our top choice schools then we’ll only be like 2 hrs apart, but still. I wanted to make sure.”
“Shiro,” Keith must have waded over to him while Shiro had been worrying, and Keith placed his chin on Shiro’s arm that gripped the raft. “You know I care about you. I would never let us drift apart just because we might go to different schools.”
Keith’s eyes had a light sheen on them, just the faintest hits of tears.
Shiro couldn’t resist.
He pulled Keith flush to him; one arm tight around Keith’s waist, the other buried in his hair.
Shiro couldn’t resist.
He pulled Keith flush to him; one arm tight around Keith’s waist, the other buried in his hair.
“Thank you, Keith.”
Keith tucked his face into Shiro’s chest, arms tight around the other.
“Always.”
________________
Keith tucked his face into Shiro’s chest, arms tight around the other.
“Always.”
________________
Shiro had been familiar with the concept of Pavlovian Response, but hadn’t actually experienced it until the moment that he and Keith had walked into the showers.
After lounging around at the lake for a few hours, they had decided that they might as well take advantage of the fact that the showers were going be empty until dinner.
The day was supposed to be concluded with a “dinner and a movie” put on by all the visiting bishops.
The day was supposed to be concluded with a “dinner and a movie” put on by all the visiting bishops.
One of them had brought a giant projection system and speakers, and the rest were going to be grilling up hot dogs. The idea behind it was that everyone was to do as little as possible, to try to keep in with the spirit of the sabbath.
And so, with a few hours available until the bathrooms were going to be hell on earth in the pre-dinner and post-dinner rushes, Shiro and Keith decided to skip the mess.
But. Ah. Shiro had underestimated the connection that he had made with showering and masturbating. Oops.
But. Ah. Shiro had underestimated the connection that he had made with showering and masturbating. Oops.
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