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It was probably glitter.

I tried to bend him over the table. He insisted on turning around to face me as I lubed him up and slowly eased myself inside his tight hole.

The first time had been rough for both of us. Me because I could tell I was hurting him, and him because, well, it fucking hurt. And despite what everyone else might have thought, I didn’t enjoy hurting Alvin. It was just something I happened to be good at without trying.

Now, it didn’t seem to hurt nearly as much. We’d gotten into the rhythm of fucking the anger out of each other. Then spending the next few hours getting under each other’s skin so we could do it all over again.

I drove up inside his ass, holding still for a few seconds while he adjusted to the burn, before I started thrusting forward with my hips. I’d love to say there was some kind of magical difference between fucking Alvin and any number of the women I’d had sex with over the years. And there was! Sorta…

It was different in how his skin felt both soft and hard. In the sounds he made and how he smelled. In how square his jaw was when I kissed it and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he was getting close. And of course there was the whole not having tits thing. Though they usually got in the way. Which was another reason why I was a fan of doggy style. That and it was a lot easier to pretend you were with someone else when you didn’t have to look them in the eye.

Sex with Alvin was also the same in that it made me feel dumb for being so afraid to try it. More than that, it was freeing. And it felt fucking good to be free.

It felt better when my dick hit so far inside him he had to grab on to my shoulders to keep himself upright. When I fucked him so hard the Alvin Carter was left speechless and panting and a mess of sweat and smirks, devoid of witty comebacks as he came apart in my arms.

It didn’t take me long to follow after him. Almost like having his cum splatter across my skin and warm my abs was more of a turn-on than the sex itself.

That was the same too. Every time. It was also better. Every time.

I think I blacked out for a minute, those little white dots appearing behind my eyes before the room came back into focus. The feeling was just starting to return to my toes when I realized I was half-sprawled across Alvin’s chest, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon. The examination table creaked under our combined weight. My heart was hammering, and I could feel his doing the same next to my ear.

“So,” Alvin drew out, his voice still rough and something innate telling me I wasn’t gonna like whatever he had to say next. “Camp’s gonna be over soon…”

“No,” I replied immediately.

He tensed, and my dick wiggled free so that it was sticking against my thigh now. I pulled away while Alvin continued to watch me. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Yeah, I do. And the answer is no.” I grabbed my shirt from where it had fallen, tugged it over my head, tucked my dick away, and zipped up my pants a little too fast for its well-being.

Alvin’s hair was a disaster, his lips swollen, and his breathing hadn’t returned to normal yet. He also had my cum leaking out of his ass while his was plastered across my stomach, making the material of my shirt stick to my abs.

I needed a shower. At the very least, I needed to go back to the cabin and change before someone started asking why I looked like I spent my lunch break fucking my best friend. What I didn’t need was this conversation.

Unfortunately, it was something that was happening anyway.

“Look, Alvy,” I started, and Alvin flinched as if his childhood nickname was my weapon of choice for what was about to be a war on both our maturity levels. And he was right. It was. “This has been fun and all…”

“Are you fucking serious right now, Dee? Fun?”

“Yeah, Alvin, it’s been really fucking fun. I enjoy fucking you. I enjoy the time we spend together. I enjoy all the sneaking around and pretending like we’re not completely fucked up for doing this. But when we leave...”

I could see the words turning in his head, as though he were trying to make sense of something that just wouldn’t compute. “We could⁠—”

“There’s real life, Alvin.” I found his shirt under the edge of the table and yanked on it till it came loose in my hands. “There’s school and your family and my ma, and we both know how that’s going to go. There’s... normalcy. The kind of thing we actually need.”

He sat up, naked and defiant. And so incredibly beautiful even with the fresh blood dripping down his swollen lip that I forgot what we were talking about for a moment.

“So what? We just... stop? Pretend this never happened?”

“Yes.” It came out harsher than I intended. “That’s exactly what we do.”

“Just like the kiss at the dock?”

I nodded once. “Just like the kiss at the dock.”

“That’s bullshit, Dee. And you know it.”

I didn’t look at him as I plucked a couple of fallen gauze pads off the floor and set them back on the counter. “What I know is that we have a few more days here. And after that, we go back to being... whatever we were before. And it has to stay that way.”