♫ Everybody want to touch somebody

If it takes all night ♫

I choked a little bit. Laughter sounded across the room in the darkness.

"Kid doesn't know what Suck and Blow is," Hudson said.

"I do!" I protested.

I literally had no clue. Well, I had a clue, but I was pretty sure- or at least hoping- that I was way off. I liked my mouth without dick in it, thanks. At least, for right now.

"What is it, Logan?" Sidney asked, illuminating the room with his phone's flashlight. Enough light to see each other but not enough to cause the teachers to have an aneurism.

Silence.

"Okay fine, what's Suck and Blow?"

Ian threw a deck of cards from his bunk to the floor. Jonathon grabbed it, eagerly pulling out a single card.

"Okay, so. Basically, you have to pass this card without dropping it. Using only your mouths," Jonathon explained, holding a car to his mouth and sucking in to demonstrate.

"And if you drop it?"

"Well, traditionally you have to kiss the person you were passing to or receiving the card from. I think we can opt for alcohol instead though, for the less gay members of our group," Sidney supplied, and Jonathon gave him an appreciative nod. It appeared that despite the tortuous sexual jokes he made me the butt of, that he wanted nothing to do with my butt. Or, for that matter, any guy's butt. But I wouldn't make that judgement too soon. Nothing at band camp seemed to be what it appeared.

"We'll leave it up to the discretion of the partners. Kiss or drink," Jonathon replied calmly before putting on his typical high-energy personality and continuing, "Now, get your lazy asses into a cir-"

A knock at the door interrupted his sentence. We looked to each other. I was ready to dive for bed and start fake snoring.

"Shit." Hudson pushed up from his bed and went over to the door, pulling it open as slow as possible.

It was Thomson, wearing almost no clothing. And the first thing he said was not an explanation, or asking to borrow clothing.

"Yo, you still got alcohol?"

"We packed for a week, what do you think?" Sidney rolled his eyes and fell back onto his bed.

Hudson closed the door silently as Thomson had clearly invited himself inside.

"Want to play Suck and Blow?" Jonathon asked. He was so excited, like a little child after eating three sugar packages. It was starting to get annoying.

"If it gets me drunk I'm so down."

♫

Jonathon was completely sloshed. He was on my right, and I wasn't sure if he genuinely sucked at sucking or if he just wanted an excuse to drink, but I was getting more and more concerned that he would get too drunk to drink anymore and I might have to actually kiss him. Which would be totally gross. Totally.

Okay, so maybe I wouldn't mind kissing Jonathon, but it would make us the first two to kiss and that's just awkward as shit. It would be taking a mildly friendly game and just turning it full out homo. But like if he was down I obviously wouldn't stop him. I'm a people pleaser, sue me.

Ian passed the card flawlessly to Sidney for the tenth time, and I couldn't understand the fun in this game if you didn't fuck it up just a little, because then it's just six sober guys sitting in a circle and blowing cards around.

Sidney carried the card across to me, and I purposely fucked it up. He had to know I had done it purposely because he scowled as he took his shot. I smirked. Then Jonathon refused to properly receive the card from me, forcing me to take another shot.

I think the fun part of the game was just hearing people yell "suck" or "blow" at each other repeatedly, and then "chug", and occasionally "swallow" just to be an ass. It didn't take very long before we were no longer yelling it across the circle, but into the hallway as Thomson pulled Hudson towards his room.

"Well, that was fun," Jonathon slurred, leaning back onto his bed and smiling with his eyes closed.

Sidney sighed. "Are you going to yak?"

"Maybe." Jonathon was jamming out to a song that was only playing inside his head.

"You're not yaking in the room, you're going to the communal bathroom at the end of the hall."

"Of course. Ian, my man, my bestest friend, my... my... Wanna come make sure I don't pass out in my own vomit?"

I snickered at Jonathon's bluntness, but Sidney quickly shot me a look. Ian held Jonathon up, but it didn't stop Jonathon from walking into the door frame and then stumbling forwards.

"Want to really play suck and blow?" Sidney asked with an over exaggerated wink. I reached behind me to pull a pillow off a bed and chuck it at him, but he dodged it.

"You're gross."

"You love it, don't lie."

"Going to fall asleep on me again?"

"Going to get a nose bleed on me again?"

I glared. "Fuck yourself."

He looked around distractedly, pushing one of his curls from his eyes. "I rather you do it for me," he said.

I leaned back against one of the bed frames, eying him. This probably was not the right time to bring this up. We were being all flirty and hot and I was going to make it awkward. I would probably end up making it awkward anyways. I was the king of awkward.

"Would you actually though?"

Sidney stopped smiling, sensing I wasn't joking anymore. He bit his bottom lip and he inhaled deeply. Our eyes met. "Have sex with you? If you wanted to, but don't feel like you have to. We're just having fun, right?"

"Yeah, no, but I mean... would you let me top?"

"I guess." He shrugged like it was the most basic question it the world, like I wasn't just asking if I could impale him. Ew. Impale. Poor word choice, Logan. Real sexy.

"You're so confusing. Like, it doesn't excite you at all and yet you're not repulsed. Fucking react, Sidney."

"Okay. A) Why would I be excited to have amateur dick in my ass? B) I don't even know what that's supposed to mean? Like, repulsed because you're just so hideous?"

"I really fucking hate you. My dick is not amateur and I'm hot."

"You're cute, not hot. Like a little puppy or..."

Originally when I stood from sitting and started towards him, I was planning on slapping him at the least, but by the time I had gotten to him and he had fallen silent, and it was just us staring at each other in the low lighting, I found myself doing something else entirely.

Sidney reached out a hand to hold the back of my neck, and I wrapped my fingers around his arm. He pulled me down towards where he was sitting on the bed and I kissed him. I wound my fingers in his curls and he groaned when I pulled too hard and I pretended it was an accident. He opened to let my tongue explore every inch of his mouth, before he got bored and pushed me over onto the bed with him.

His body hovered inches over mine, his fingers running down my chest to the bottom of my shirt, lifting it just enough to set his hand on my stomach, and I tensed beneath his touch. He placed kisses down my jaw and neck to my collarbone, while running his fingers teasingly along my waistband and I was getting progressively more frustrated. My body temperature seemed to raise ten degrees, and it felt like no matter how much I pulled Sidney down he just couldn't get close enough. I raised my hips up aggressively to meet Sidney's and he chuckled, grinding back against me.

"Going to fall asleep again?" I asked.

"I'll try not to."

Sidney was opening my pants and Ian was opening the door. I quickly pushed Sidney to the floor and threw the comforter over myself. For a minute, I thought the sexual frustration I was experiencing would never end, but then Jonathon vomited all over the floor.