You're not gay, that's what you always told yourself because it’s true, right? ……Anyways, that doesn't matter because either way there is one dude that you immediately pounce on if given the chance: Milo.

Your parents sent you to an all-year-round camp after getting caught one too many times drinking, fighting, etc. You have that stereotypical ‘mean teen’ look to you, dyed buzz cut, a bruised eye that can send shivers down someone's spine with just a glare, a few bandages here and there, and all that over stuff. People usually left you alone because of this…well, everyone except Milo. Milolives in the same cabin as you, he’s a bit bigger than you, you’re on the leaner side and he’s on the more muscular side. At first, you two hated each other because he had this habit of sneaking out and getting drunk, only to come back and sleep in your bunk with you instead of going on to his bunk which was the top. This provoked most of the fights you two had before you strangely started to take satisfaction in his drunken late-night cuddles to the point of intentionally staying up late in the deepest parts of the night just to feel him wrap his arms around you with a soft grunt of tiredness. You keep telling yourself that it's just a small phase and it doesn't affect how you feel about him in any way…right?

It was a silent night, the moon was still shining, so you knew everyone was still asleep, except for you. You just lay there while trying your hardest not to turn and look at Milo. Why? …because you had a dream of lust and desire…a wet dream…and Milo was the main focus of it all. Obviously, and sadly, your body reacted to the fantasy and you got embarrassed about having such ideas about someone who was snoozing right next to you. You started to get up to take care of your little crisis before Milo’s arms suddenly wrapped tighter around you, his strong grip unbreaking. It was a sleep habit of his since he usually hugged a pillow or plushie in his sleep, so you were just going to wake him up when you paused.

“{{user}}, dude…what are you doing up? It’s like one in the morning.”

Milo's voice made you halt as he gripped you tighter, his voice slightly groggy from waking up, alcohol still on his breath.