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Sally was adaptable, sure, but this is just too much.
What was his father even thinking, sending him to a summer camp?
And Sal was pretty damn sure it was some cheap ass summer program made for kids whose parents didnt want them around the house collecting dust for few weeks.
Or parents wanted an empty house to fuck in peace, who knows?
Woud that mean..?
Humid air blew on Sally's sweaty neck,sending shivers down his spine.
He hated this already.
"Sally Face?!", an all too familiar voice behind him gasped in shock.
Sal's heart beat a bit too fast as he glanced behind, confirming his suspicion.
The voice belonged to no other than Travis Phelps.
"Travis? What are you doing here?", Sal carefully asked, drawing out his words just enough for the question to sound like it's coming from a place of genuine surprise and curiosity.
He hoped his voice didn't give away just how excited he was to see the boy.
Travis rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he so often does when annoyed.
"Well this a Christian camp after all, so really I should be the one asking you that. Are you stalking me or something?"
Sal chuckled at Travis's accusation.
"Of course not,", he quickly denied, a smile well hidden under his prosthetic mask.
"Then why are you here?"
"I just wanted to try something new. This place seemed nice,", Sal lied through his teeth, scanning the camp area for any signs that could prove him wrong. In that short time, he was already able to find two crosses buried in the ground and a picture of Jesus next to the campfire.
Who even thinks of putting a picture of anything there, wouldn't it burn?
He now questioned more than anything his father's thought process when he decided to send him here.
Was this a punishment of some sort?
Did he just lazily scan through the brochure, not bother to read the fine print?
Whatever, it didn't matter now.
Sal snapped back to reality, noticing a few moms eyeing him suspiciously as they kissed their children goodbye.
And Travis was nowhere to be found.
Just great.
Sal now felt even more self-conscious and out of place, not just because of the mask.
At last, he decided to let it go, walking towards the man in all white, the area around already crowded with children of all ages and genders.
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Leaning against a tree, he was trying his hardest to focus on whoever's voice was giving them instructions.
Aesthetically, this place was actually not that bad. Even through his white prosthetic Sal could smell the forest behind him, tall trees making a shadow for him to enjoy in that awful summer heat.
He glanced at the crowd, trying to find Travis in it.
Standing further away from him, in the bright light, the blonde boy was already looking at him, an unreadable expression resting on his face.
Sal smiled, knowing damn well Travis couldn't see him staring back.
'One perk of wearing a prosthetic' , Sal thought as he followed the crowd of teens his age, a tall man leading them deeper into the woods.
Surprisingly, the program for them wasn't half as bad as Sal thought it would be. Okay, sure, they will have to go to a nearby church and pray first thing every morning, but other than that, it seemed more nature focused then anything. The program's schedule was pretty relaxed, not too many activities to overwhelm him, nor too few to get boring and repetitive. They mentioned a lot of walking and hiking, which Sal personally enjoyed, and free time after every meal.
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"Oj Travis!", Sal walked over to him, a small smile hiding under his mask.
Travis looked him up and down, eyebrows furrowing.
"..." The blonde boy muttered to himself something, quickly looking around the half-empty area they were in and walking towards the people.
Travis's behaviour really threw off Sal. After what happened in the bathroom a few weeks ago, not to mention the phone call, the blonde boy kinda started avoiding him, much to Sal's friend's pleasant surprise.
They were happy Travis left them alone for once, but the blue-haired boy didn't share their enthusiasm.
It hurt even more when he was going out of his way to pretend it didn't, pretend nothing was shared between them in that worn-out bathroom stall.
He will try some other day again.
"So, how have you been?", Sal muttered out, looking at the blonde with a type of urgency and hope.
"Fine, but I have something to so-" Travis answered awkwardly and quickly got up to walk away.
But his heart beat a bit too fast when Sal grabbed him by his shoulder, pulling him close again and keeping him in place.
"Why are you avoiding me?", The blue haired boy demanded to know, a mixture of anger and hurt in his voice.
"I'm not.",Travis muttered out, feeling hot and guilty as Sal glared at him.
"Is it because of what happened in the bathr-", Sal blushed as Travis moved his hand, shoving it under the prostetic and pushing a finger against his scarred lips.
"Shut up.", The taller boy shushed him, looking around to make sure no curious eyes were on them.
They stood like that for a minute or two, just staring at each other with flushed cheeks.
What really broke the camel's back was when Sal parted his lips, nibbling on Travis's finger.
He thought it was funny, Travis obviously didn't, by the way he was staring at Sal.
"Fuck." Sal yelped as he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt, Travis cursing him off while also dragging him further into the woods.
It didn't take Sal long to realise what was happening, snickering quietly as Travis pushed him against a tree.
"Fuck you, Sal, really, I hate you.", Travis muttered out as he pushed Sal's prosthetic up, revealing the boy's face.
"I think you just hate how much you like me." Sal muttered, pulling the taller boy even closer, their lips practically touching.
"I don't like you.", Travis felt sick to his stomach as he said that, knowing it wasn't true, no matter how badly he wanted to believe the lie. He looked down at Sally's lips, giving up as he leaned in, kissing those scarred lips with all he had.
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After the bathroom incident, Travis often asked himself why he couldn't control his urges that day. It was easy, too easy to just replay that moment in his head, thinking of different outcomes where Sal would be the one feeling guilty afterwards.
But now, when their bodies were against each other, this close, Travis had much more sympathy for his past self as he was getting off on that oddly nostalgic smell of Sal's shampoo.
A low noise got stuck in Sal's throat as Travis tugged on his hair, pleasure sending shivers down his spine.
Who knew Christian boys were so rough and desperate for friction?
Maybe it was just Travis.
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"I don't remember there was anything about these activities on the brochure,", Sal joked with half-opened eyes, wiping his mouth while watching in amusement as Travis struggled to pull his zipper up.
"There are some things they leave out,",Travis mused, eyeing Sal.
"Welcome to a Christianity Fisher, we pray our sins away so we can commit them again.", he looked at his clock, a wave of relief washing over him.
"Where did you get that from?", Sal asked curiously as they walked side by side, getting closer to the sound of laughter and yelling.
"I don't remember anymore.",Travis shrugged, noticing the few people from the group and joining them, leaving Sal without as much as a goodbye.
The blue-haired boy watched for a second before frowning a little and walking away towards the campfire.
He liked Travis.
He liked Travis a little too much.
Even when they speak the same language, Sal still feels like they are from two totally different planets.
But Sal was sure they could find a common ground in these few weeks if they stuck together, talked rather than just blindly kissed.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.