♫Come on, let me love you just a little bit
I'm a gonna teach how to sing it out ♫

Sidney walked back rather awkwardly to the room with his shirt pulled down to try and hide the fact that not only were his pants wide open, but he was going commando. I was going to ditch him, but then I figured that I might as well tag along and see how this played out. What I had learned in just over 24 hours at band camp: anything could happen.

"Do you want to give me your hoodie?" Sidney asked, cocking his head to the side. I stared down at my purple Western University sweatshirt and shook my head.

"I don't have a shirt underneath."

"And you would rather people see my dick than your chest? Thanks, bud."

"There's not much to see. And stop calling me fucking bud."

Sidney paused for a second. He furrowed his eyebrows like he was deep in thought and I could practically see the words "I'm sorry" forming on his tongue. Then he pulled his shirt down even lower and shrugged. "If it bugs you that much."

"It does."

We walked in awkward silence, passing very few people. The ones we did, however, gave us knowing looks despite the fact they had no clue what had just gone down in that bathroom.

Sidney pushed the door open to the musty room. The room only had two settings- disgustingly hot or freezing cold. He flipped open the cover on the thermostat and killed the heat completely.

There was no trace Hudson and Thomson had been here other than the rumpled bed sheets. On Sidney's bed lay a fresh, white towel to replace mine.

I stepped towards the mirror to check my hair as Sidney let his pants drop and I covered my eyes with a small squeak.

"Dude!" I whined.

"What? It's not like you didn't just see it five minutes ago."

"It's not the same."

"Are you worried you're going to get all flustered? I won't hold it against you." I could just feel him wink.

"Fuck you," I spat, blindly taking a step backwards only to find my foot landing in something wet.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I screamed as I ripped my hands off my eyes to see some guy's semen covered underwear clinging to my foot.

"Actually, I go by Sidney but-"

"I'm going to burn my foot off. I have to burn my foot off!" I cried out in hysterics while Sidney secured the drawstrings on his navy sweats so they fell loosely on his hips, but not hanging so precariously they may fall at any given moment.

"You're so dramatic."

"I'm not dramatic, it's disgusting!" I began a one-footed hop towards the bathroom, desperately trying not to look back down at it as I cringed in disgust.

"Just go wash off your foot so we can get back to the... Oh, shit. We're missing lunch."

If this was a normal shower, turning it on would have impeded my ability to hear what he was saying, but since this shower's 'blast' was a 'dribble', I could make out every word.

"I'm not really feeling a room full of people right now, so I think I'll just chill here."

"I can stay with you?" He offered as I shut off the water, not daring to wipe my foot on a towel for fear of soiling it. I shook my foot a few times.

I shrugged.

"You don't have to."

"You just saved my dick. I owe you."

I bit my lip, moving back into the main room and leaning against the wall while Sidney stared at me.

"There's no point. I'm probably just going to sleep or something." I rushed a hand through my untameable hair, suddenly becoming self-conscious. I didn't like when people looked at me for more than five seconds, especially when they were looking directly into my eyes like Sidney was now. I didn't find it captivating or alluring, only intimidating.

"That's fair, though I think I have a better idea."

Without missing a beat, Sidney had pulled his hands from the pockets of his pants and one was now gripping my hip while the other wrapped around the back of my neck. I merely grabbed his elbow in surprise as he forced his lips to match with mine.

It started off soft and sweet, and I felt myself molding into the wall behind me. My hand glided from his arm to his soft curls, delicately tucking them behind his ear. I swooned at the simple action, and I hated myself for it.

He couldn't just kiss me like this, and I couldn't just melt into it because he was Sidney which was basically synonymous with completely-adorable-douche-I may-have-a-crush-on. He had to earn it- or at the very least ask- because I refused to let him think he could just do this. It's not like he was taking advantage of me, but he needed to know I wasn't just some sad, lost puppy waiting and willing for him.

I pushed him away a little too violently and he looked at me with shock and rejection painted clearly across his face. I wanted so badly to run my fingers over my lips, as if somehow kissing him had made them different, but I shook away the feeling. I stayed clung to the wall, as he waited eagerly for me to speak.

"You can't just forcibly kiss someone without warning," I chided. I was using the word forcibly exceedingly wrong considering how eager I was. "Maybe I don't wan-"

I never got to finish, because he had grabbed a handful at the front of my pants and I threw my head back. My head hit the wall with such intensity that there was a sharp pain that caused my eyes to water and a sounding boom to echo through the small room.

Sidney's eyes twinkled with amusement as his hand slid down to feel the inside of my thigh. I needed to know where he learned this. How he could have me resisting one second, and then an incoherent mess the next. If I had any sense or willpower, I would have pushed him back again for interrupting me saying that I didn't want this- but it was more than obvious with the situation growing beneath my pants that this was exactly what I wanted.

He rubbed me over my jeans and I bit my lip, fighting to keep my eyes open. He let out a small laugh as his lips found the side of my neck, and then the bottom of my ear.

"Someone's sensitive," he said smugly, and I swear to God if it wasn't for his teeth on my earlobe and his hand on my dick I would have told him to fuck himself, but instead, I nodded.

I wound my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until I could feel his curls on my cheek. I was painfully hard by now, and I knew he was too. I was struggling to breathe regularly as his hand pushed its way under my hoodie. Suddenly I was smouldering, and I couldn't wait to see the stupid sweater on the floor.

I pushed his hands from the fabric and he drew his face back to stare at me, his head cocked slightly to the left and his dark eyes looked a little brighter despite the shitty lighting. A curl fell into his face and I smiled at it.

"Too fast?" he asked, one of his hands rubbing the back of my neck.

I scoffed and pushed him back so I didn't whack him in the process of taking the sweater off.

"Too slow."

He grinned and helped me out of it, throwing it to the floor. And true to my word, there was no shirt underneath. He traced lines on my chest for about five seconds before his mouth was back on mine and there wasn't an inch between us. My hands slid up the back of his shirt, begging him to break the kiss so I could get it off. He didn't get the message until I was pushing him back for a third time with a fistful of his shirt. Sidney tugged it off in that way guys do- from the collar instead of the hem, even though it's unnecessary effort.

He didn't have sculpted abs that resembled Abercrombie models or dedicated athletes- it was just the slightly defined outline that said, "I actually try". Better than I had, but I chose to see it as the fact he was a year older, so I still had a year to get to that point. There was a birthmark just where his ribs ended that resembled a fish, and it had a smile toying at the corners of my mouth.

He tried to discretely lay a hand over his birthmark as he leaned towards me again, almost as if he was embarrassed by it. I pulled his hand away, and pressed my thumb against it as my mouth fell under his jaw to nip at the skin. His moans had me believing I was in complete control- until he started steering me towards the bed.

It wasn't that I was completely opposed to the idea, well, maybe a little. Go ahead and blame it on the fact I was a virgin, but it had nothing to do with it needing to be 'special'. It was more the roles. With a girl, I knew exactly where I stood. I knew what I should do, what I could do, and what was expected. But with a guy? It was a gray area. And I was not going to accept the role reversal without having a conversation for multiple reasons:

1) There was no wifi, and I had questions that I couldn't readily search or answer with gay porn.

2) I'd seen Sidney's fingers; they weren't going up my ass.

3) I'd seen Sidney's dick; that wasn't going up my ass.

4) Nothing was going in my ass.

5) Did I mention Sidney's dick?

All of that aside though, the fact I didn't see Sidney reaching for a condom, paired with the 45 minute lunch we had likely wasted the majority of, had me pretty confident that I would leave this room a virgin. Today, at least.

Sidney was backing me into his bed with his hands placed firmly on either of my hips. I wasn't about to submit that easily though. When I felt the back of my calves hit the metal bed frame and I knew I was supposed to fall back like he wanted me to, I whipped around and shoved his shoulder, causing him to collapse onto the bed under me. I smirked, but Sidney didn't seem to find it half as amusing as I did.

I put a knee on either side of one of his waist, and one hand above his head to prop myself up. I kind of felt like I was planking and wondered why people did this for enjoyment, but as I felt our warm chests press together and Sidney's hand reached up to pull my lips to his, I knew exactly why.

As the kiss continued and my limbs got weak, my weight practically dropped on him, but the way he was pulling me closer to him made it hard for me to feel guilty. Our lips only separated to breathe- which was starting to seem optional- and Sidney had a hand that was relentlessly running up and down my chest and caressing my hip.

I pulled my lips away to kiss down his neck to one of his nipples.

Just like porn, Logan. You've got this.

If porn was the same as real life I was basically an expert by now.

My momentary pause had Sidney chuckling. "You don't know what you're doing. Let me on top." He tried to push me to the side but I didn't budge.

"I know what I'm doing," I lied.

Sidney raised an eyebrow and seductively slid his hand down his own chest to his sweats. He pulled them down just enough to expose the waistband of his briefs (apparently he had learned something today).

"Prove it," he urged.

I froze. Then, I gulped. Finally, my nose started bleeding.

"Shit," I muttered. I placed a hand under my chin and the other on my nose as I clumsily tried to hop off of Sidney, which only resulted in me hitting my head on the upper bunk and all but tumbling to the floor.

I noticed Sidney staring at the single drop of blood on his chest as my face got hot.

"Are you okay?" He asked, barely moving from his position on the bed.

I stood at the door of the washroom, a mountain of cheap, thin toilet paper in my hand, looking like I had just been involved in a mass murder.

"It happens when I'm nervous," I muttered. I was blushing again.

"That's actually kind of adorable."

"Don't even try. It's gross, weird, and inconvenient." Though, it did pretty much just save me.

"Also- Ha, I made you nervous," he teased with a smirk.

We stared at each other in silence as I continued to hold my nose. His hair was tousled in a very post-sex kind of way, and he reached over to his phone to check the time, the muscles in his arm flexing.

"Five minutes until lunch ends," he announced.

"Is it too suspicious if we show up this late together?"

"Who gives a shit?"

*a/n hello :)

I'm so done with wattpad's formatting -_- because what kind of writing site needs indentation? pshhhh