Camp Closeted novel Chapter 6

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?"

"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.

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..