Camp Closeted

Chapter 6: Top or Bottom?

After a moment of walking in silence and listening to the camp counselor talk about things no one cared

about except for me, we finally entered the cabin.

Loud muffled conversations filled the spacious cabin as we took our time finding our bunk beds and

meeting our bunk mates.

This place was huge.

All beds were organized in a way that they were all pretty near each other but still had enough space

for conversations. I kinda figured they didn't wanna separate these many guys in small groups because

who knows what some of these boys want to do with each other.

I do wish I didn't have to sleep so close to someone. Where the hell is my personal bubble? Why can't I

have a suite like Posh?

I anxiously walked passed the other guys who seemed to already know where to go while I'm just here

being so damn lost.

This cabin looked insanely modern for it to even be called a cabin. It looked like it was made out of

wood from the outside and now it doesn't even look like I was remotely near any forest.

"Micah!" A familiarly charming voice spoke behind me. It was Jesse. "What's your bunk bed number?" I

turned around, slightly taken a back from his voice.

I momentarily looked down at a sheet of paper. "4." I let out.

Jesse let out a cute smile, looking down for only a second which gave me a quick view of his intensely

sharp and perfect jawline.

"Guess we're bunk mates." He announced, making me slightly choke up. "So are you a top or bottom?"

His ocean blue eyes scanned me as I felt so intimidated by him.

I couldn't help but throw him a weirded out expression. "B-bottom."

"Bottom?" He asked, looking surprised for some reason.

"Bottom bed, yes." I assured.

"100 percent bottom?" Jesse's smile sent waves of electricity through my body as looking at him was to

overwhelming. "No take backs?"

I nodded my head in response as I couldn't help but throw him a weirded out facial expression. "Why,

do you like the top bed?"

"Yea and I'm asking if your sure about being a bottom because I'm always on the top." He scanned my

face as he ran his hand through his hair. "So you're for sure going to be the bottom and I'm the top

right?" He asked one last time.

"Uh.." His bright crystal eyes were mysteriously enchanting and I couldn't handle it. I never felt tired

looking at them and I didn't want to stop looking at them. "Y-yea."

"It's settled then." Jesse threw his bags up on the top bed, beginning to un-pack.

I wasn't ready to watch him take his hoodie off as it took his shirt up with it, flashing me his incredibly

defined body that made my cheeks now completely burn as I tried to look away. "Uh, can I ask you a

question.." I let out quietly as I tried hard not to make our surroundings awkward.

"What is it?" Jesse's head popped out from the hoodie as he proceeded to throw it onto his bed.

"What do we do after we get settled?" I asked. "Is this camp just meant for us to sleep, eat, and talk to

each other?" I continued to interrogate.

"Yea, whatever you want." I watched Jesse begin to unpack as he talked again. "There's also events

that happen that you don't have to attend but would have to anyways or else you'll be bored as fuck."

"Events?"

"There's bonfires, camp parties and stuff. It's hard to explain." He shrugged. "Do you have more

questions?" He chuckled, my eyes watching as the sun coming from the window defined his incredible

facial features.

"Actually I do." I quickly replied, his eyes playfully rolling at me. "Why does it seem like that boy named

Posh is so important around here?" I couldn't help but sound irritated at remembering the scene of

watching him arrive like a diva and just casually interrupting everything. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jesse hastily looked around. "If you don't want drama from him, keep it down." He whispered. "You

don't want anyone telling Posh you're asking about him especially when you're new. The only reason

why some of these people are kissing his ass is because his parents practically own this place. Also I

heard he's famous for doing some YouTuber makeup stuff, I don't fucking know, I don't really care."

"Oh." That's all I was able to say for some reason.

I immediately choked on air as I felt Jesse gently lay a hand on my shoulder. "Well ima go eat, having

you as a bunk mate should be fun. Catch you later." Jesse threw me a wink as he playfully ruffled

through my hair.

And so my camping days begin..