JUNE EVENT: CAMP

[sailmods]

early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."

passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?

or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:

 

 

 

 

 

CAMP AION

when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.

welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!

Comments

[saltandpepperbeard]

He groans and tips his head back, wanting nothing more than to sink to the bottom of the lake. Why do you do this to him, Stede? Now he's horny, this is not the time or place for this--he's not entirely sure they're communicating about the same sort of things, either. Does Stede really want him to prove he can fuck...here??

"Not here. Fuck, man. Fuck---" Stede deserves nicer, though Ed's not going to risk romanticizing it by saying so. But it shouldn't really be fooling around in a freezing cold public lake. He deserves fine things. A proper seduction, or...as proper as Ed's capable of, maybe. Not like Blackbeard's ever really had to try-- Ed skims one hand down Stede's chest, across his bare stomach, to the waistband of his shorts. One simple piece of clothing.

He wants Stede in his ridiculous finery, and he wants to take Stede out of that fancy cloth, slowly and with his own two hands. Slip off foppishly-bowed satin shoes. Roll down silk stockings. Mind his buttons. Mess up his smartly coiffed hair. Lay him down on a soft bed and take his time and enjoy him. That's what he's fantasized about--but is it what Stede's thought about? Has Stede thought about it? Or is it just like Oh, gonna have a go with my mate Blackbeard. Sounds fun, he's convenient! Besides, that fantasy's not really Blackbeard's style, is it? That's not really what someone who wants to mess around is interested in, from Blackbeard or otherwise.

"I'll prove it to you later," he promises, giving into the desire to kiss a freckled shoulder. "Somewhere warmer," he adds with a kiss to Stede's neck. Where they can't drown.

[touchofcashmere]

The groan spikes his blood pressure a little. Had he said the wrong thing again?

"Right. Of course. Bad idea. Not here-" It ends in a bit of a embarrassing squeak as Edward's hand travels downward, the effect slightly dampened by the water, but it still makes his insides knot and coil with a weird prickly heat and also the terror that that Ed's going to try to take his shorts off which is becoming less and less of a good idea.

"Yes, okay." Damn. The press of lips against his shoulder were completely unexpected. He briefly wonders what Ed is going to prove and he has a sudden sinking realization of what it might be which seems very fast considering everything but he can't just back out of it now. He's a man isn't he? He's built for this kind of stuff! Anyway, it'll just make this situation more complicated and he's tired of the weird distances between them that keep cropping--

And then the sudden sweet heat of that mouth against his neck, making him startle and causing every muscle in his body to tense at once.

"Nnnnnnh~" Oh God. Stede claps a hand over his mouth and flushes scarlet. Had that sound come from him? It was like a reluctant dog being told to stay. A real man wouldn't have made that sound. Would have been stoic and said something clever.

"Sorry..." But he also wats Ed to do it again while also never wanting to do it again ever.

This water is clearly not cold enough.

[saltandpepperbeard]

It's a good reaction...and a not so good reaction. The tensing of Stede's body doesn't read like pleasure to Ed, despite the rather needy whine (and oh, he wishes he had that sound to savor it, but now he'll forever worry this is all just conflict between natural responses and natural resistance). Time. He was supposed to be giving Stede time, and he took a few suggestive words and flirtations too far. Again.

He just... fuck. He wishes Stede would tell him what he wants, what he wants from Ed. He's not a fucking mind-reader, but he would give Stede the moon if he could; he just needs to know where he is supposed to draw the line. What is too much? What is not enough? What stupid fucking cues isn't he picking up on, that are maybe a foreign language to a man who did not grow up in aristocracy?

What does Stede want...

Ed lets him go, gently, letting him drift out of his hold instead of an abrupt release. He puts on a grin so when Stede inevitably turns around, he won't think something's wrong. Because nothing's wrong.

"Nah, we're good."

[touchofcashmere]

Damn.

This was the part where they parted ways awkwardly. He doesn't really buy that smile especially given all that happened before and all that lay in the future. If he was only the kind of person that-- didn't cause that kind of thing.

Maybe in the future he would be. But right now there was just him and Ed and the open water-- where they both belonged, really. Or Stede wanted to which was near enough the same thing.

"Come on, Ed..." He smiles a bit. "Swim with me a while. I'll tell you a story. It'll even be a good one."