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It’s the middle of the night on Big Pine Mountain, and Shawn and Gus are both sound asleep at their campsite. Suddenly, a loud crack cuts through the night air. Gus bolts upright in his sleeping bag, skimming his head across the top of their ridiculously small tent.
Gus shakes his friend's shoulders, but Shawn just groans and rolls over.
“Shawn, get up! I think there’s something outside,” Gus whispers, his eyes anxiously darting from side to side.
Shawn snuggles further into his sleeping bag, “Stop being so paranoid, just go back to bed.”
“What if it’s the murderer, Shawn? It’s not paranoia if people have actually died!” Gus hisses.
Shawn sighed with exasperation and sat up, “I’ll have you know you just murdered my sleep score.”
“You aren’t even wearing the fit bit I gave you,” Gus snaps.
“It clashed with my style, Gus. I’m not messing with my look just to have an app tell me that I couldn’t sleep. That's what the dark circles under my eyes are for,” Shawn says, gesturing at his face.
Gus huffs, “Just go outside and check if it’s the murderer.”
Shawn scoffs, “Me? Why me?”
“Did you listen to a word I said on the way up here?? You have to go out there because you are the one who dragged me here for this stupid case! You were the one who said, ‘Oh, let's just camp out at the murder site until we find a clue.’ The one who said, ‘Don’t be afraid, I got this!’” Gus whisper-yells, “You are the detective here, so go out there and detect something before I have a heart attack!”
“Alright, alright! Take a chill pill,” Shawn says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
Gus rummages through his dop-kit, “I must have a lorazepam in here somewhere.”
“I didn’t mean literally–” Shawn starts.
Gus’s head snaps up, “Oh, I’m going to – because this is a fucking mess, Shawn. We’ve been out here for two days, and we still have no idea who the murderer is!” He says as he pops a tiny white pill.
Shawn shakes his head but sets his jaw, “Alright, I’ll go take a look,” he says as he grabs a flashlight and unzips the tent door.
Shawn pushes out into the chilly night air and clicks on the flashlight. He sweeps down the campsite, spotting their campfire, picnic table, and car off to the side. Of course, they drove here; they aren’t that masochistic.
Then he shines his light over to their food, which should be strung up between two trees per Gus’s ridiculous instruction. Instead, the rope is dangling from a branch, and a large dark shape is hunched over their cooler.
Shit, shit, shit.
The shape looks up, and its eyes shine in the dark like an evil beast. Gus was just going on about what to do if a bear showed up. Shawn closes his eyes and wracks his memory for what Gus was saying on the drive here. Then he remembered, and his eyes snapped open.
He carefully steps over to the picnic table and picks up a pot and a pan, and then he stands up on the picnic table to make himself as big as he can and bangs them together,
“Aaahhh!!!” Shawn yells as he bags the pots and pans together as loudly as he can.
Gus peaks his head out of the tent, and his eyes widen as he sees the scene. Then, the bear turns and starts heading straight for the tent. Shawn’s gut wrenches him to the side, and he leaps off the picnic table. He runs at the bear, banging his pot and pan as he yells, “Aahhahaahrgh!”
Gus tumbles back into the tent out of fear, and the bear swerves and lopes away from Shawn, who is yelling and banging on his cooking implements like a madman.
Then the bear disappears into the distance, and Shawn grins with his hands on his hips. His heart is beating fast, and his body is full of adrenaline. He can’t believe he actually just did that.
“Yeah, you better run!” Shawn yells, then laughs to himself. He actually did it!
“Shut up!” Another camper yells from their tent.
“I just scared off a bear! You’re welcome!” Shawn yells back, and then shakes his head, “No appreciation for the craft,” he mutters.
Finally, Shawn returns to the tent and plops down on his sleeping bag.
“So,” Shawn grins, “Did I just save your ass or what?” He sticks his tongue out and makes the rock and roll hand gesture like he’s at a concert.
Gus whaps him with a pillow.
“What? Can a guy not celebrate his own victory?”
“If the killer didn’t know we were here before, they sure do now,” Gus snaps.
Shawn scoffs, “Oh, now you’re mad at me? For going out to investigate like you asked? And for using the information that you gave me about bears to fight for our lives in the most tension-filled battle of my life? I put my life on the line for you, and this,” he hits Gus with a pillow, “Is how you repay your savior?”
Gus rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “I mean, I gave you the info. Who's to say who really saved who.”
Shawn’s grin widens, and he lunges at Gus, landing on top of him and pushing him down into his sleeping bag, “C’mon, you can do better than that! Admit I saved your life!” he laughs.
Gus struggles against Shawn's grip and breaks free: “Okay! Okay! You saved me. Now get off!”
Shawn sits up with a victorious grin on his face, “Ha! You admitted it!” But now Shawn is just straddling Gus, and he realizes he feels something hard beneath him.
They both freeze.
“Please tell me you have a flashlight in your pocket,” Shawn whispers.
Shit.
Shawn quickly dismounts and flops over onto his sleeping bag. There is a moment of silence before Shawn can’t take it, “So you get turned on by bear attacks. Maybe there are some things better left unsaid between friends.”
Gus throws a pillow at him, then quickly retrieves it to cover his boner.
“Hey!” Shawn exclaims, “I mean, I understand why you’d keep that a secret–” he chuckles.
“I am not turned on by bear attacks, Shawn,” Gus whisper-yells.
“What, then?” Shawn laughs nervously, “Are you turned on by my gallant attempt to save you?” he jokes, trying to diffuse some of the tension building between them.
Gus looks away and grits his teeth.
Shawn has been able to read that look for years. Guilt.
“Oh, oh ,” Shawn says as he puts it all together. Shawn laughs nervously again, “Well, I am the knight in shining armor type–”
“Don’t turn this into a joke, Shawn,” Gus says seriously.
“I’m not! I’m being serious!” he argues, but his joking tone and Gus’s serious tone mix like oil and water in his stomach. This isn’t good.
Shawn gulps and goes for another joke, “You are a lot hornier than most of the princesses I save–”
“I’m not a princess; I’m a man,” Gus says sternly.
Shawn gulps, trying to wrap his head around what’s happening, so he sticks to what he knows, “Gus, of course you’re a man. And, as another man, I know how painful it must be to be that rock-hard.”
Gus stays quiet.
Shawn licks his lips, waiting for Gus to put it together, but he gets impatient, “Oh, for the love of god, can we just get on with it?”
Gus snaps his head up, “We? Oh, no. There is no ‘we’ in this situation–” but then his eyes drift down to Shawn's plaid pajama pants where Shawn's hard dick is trying to break free.
“Heh, yeah. Apparently, I have a bit of a savior complex. Who knew being raised from birth to protect and serve could possibly do this to me?” Shawn’s still joking, but he’s referencing something real. He’s also turned on, and there is no escaping that fact in this tiny-ass tent.
Gus starts to shake his head, “Hell, no, I’m doing that in front of you!”
Shawn licks his lips and shrugs, “You can do it with me or with the bears, but please hurry up and figure it out because I like these flannel pajamas, and if we wait any longer, they are going to tear.”
Gus frowns, “On one condition,” he says darkly.
“What? Give you my firstborn child? Fine, done. It was a hard sell, but you forced my hand now. Can we just–”
“We are never EVER going to speak of this again. This falls under the Silence Code,” Gus interrupts.
Shawn nods in recognition, “Right, like that time we found those magazines under your cousin's bed.”
“Shawn!” Gus exclaims, “You just broke the Silence Code!”
Shawn groans, “Just, please, can we get started? I’ll literally do anything. I’m dying over here; I’m bleeding out; my spirit is leaving my body, Gus!”
Gus’s attention is caught, and his eyebrows raise as a sly smile creeps across his face, “Anything? Then you’ll agree to do everything I say for the rest of the camping trip?”
Shawn exhales with pent-up anger, “Fine!”
“Shake on it?” Gus confirms.
Shawn reaches out and quickly shakes his hand, “Yes, yes, I swear on my life, yada yada, no can we just start??”
Gus gulps, and the corners of his mouth dip down into a little frown, “Okay, but stay on your side of the tent, got it?”
Shawn nods vigorously, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m starting now.”
“Okay, jeez,” Gus sighs at Shawns impatience.
Then Shawn pushes down his pants and pulls out his dick. Gus stares at it, temporarily frozen in shock at how big Shawn’s dick is before he averts his eyes and pulls out his own dick.
Shawn bites his lip as he jerks himself off in front of his best friend. This is not how he thought this trip would go. He was supposed to catch the killer yesterday and be out of this campsite already, but that’s not how it went down. Now he and Gus are squashed into this tent made for one, jerking off across from each other.
“You know,” Shawn starts, his breath shaky, “We’re a little old to be doing this.”
“What the fuck are you going on about?” Gus says, his breath catching in his throat.
“You know, guys are supposed to jerk each other off in their teenage years. I guess we’re just late to the game,” Shawn explains, his hand picking up speed as he watches Gus’s face. Should he be looking at Gus while he does this? Maybe he just won’t think too hard about it.
Gus shakes his head and lets out a little laugh, “You know when I agreed to this, I thought it might be a silent affair. But I forgot that you just can't help yourself.”
Shawn grins, still pumping rhythmically, “I actually think I’m helping myself out quite a bit here.”
Gus’s lips press into a line, “And also, we’re not jerking each other off. It’s a totally different situation than the high school thing. Also, I’m not convinced guys really do that.”
Shawn laughs, “Really? You’re jerking off in front of me, hard because I saved you, and you think guys don’t experiment like that?”
“We didn’t,” Gus argues, his grip tightening on his dick.
“Well, you never asked,” Shawn retorts, his heart racing. He feels like he let something slip.
Gus’s chest squeezes, “Did you want me to ask?”
Shawn shrugs, his mind fuzzy from pleasure, “In truth? Yeah, I thought about it. Didn’t you?” He pumps himself faster, because all this talk is making him even harder.
“Shawn, why would I think about jerking you off?” Gus asks, but then he realizes he has thought about it.
Shawn notices the change in Gus’s face, and raises an eyebrow, “You totally have,” he says, calling Gus out immediately. Then Shawns eyes dip down to watch Gus’s hand. He knows he shouldn’t be watching, but when else will he get this chance to see Gus in action?
“I mean, I didn’t think about it in highschool,” Gus corrects, then mentally kicks himself for revealing that.
Shawn licks his parted lips, and his heart rate spikes, “When did you think about it, then?” Shawn doesn’t know why he’s suddenly so desperate for this information, but he can’t stop himself from asking. They are both still touching themselves, but they’ve slowed their pace to talk.
Gus is nervous, but he replies honestly, “Any time you save me from a murderer or a wild animal,” Gus admits. His face is burning with embarrassment. It must be his serious lack of sleep that is causing him to say these incredibly incriminating things. But it’s too late.
Shawn gulps nervously, “Do you want to try it? No time like the present,” he offers carefully.
Gus huffs, “Will it shut you up?”
Shawn smirks, “Maybe a bit.”
Gus is wracking his brain for a reason to say no, but he can’t think of one. All his brain is saying is YES.
“Then, yeah,” Gus says finally, “Let’s try it.”
Something akin to relief washes over Shawn. This is really happening. He’s going to get to touch his best friend. Shawn scoots forward and looks down at Gus’s dick, suddenly feeling wary. He’s seen it a few times over the years. Gym class, sleep overs, urinals, that one time Gus got pantsed that really had nothing to do with Shawn. But now it’s different, and what if it’s going to make thing between them weird permanently?
“It’s not going to bite,” Gus says, spurring Shawn on.
“I know,” Shawn says, “I just didn’t,” he uses filler gestures, “Want to scare you.”
“Heh, scare me?” Gus asks.
“With, you know, just grabbing at it,” Shawn says, gesturing again.
“Shawn, just grab my dick already,” Gus says, feeling bold for a moment.
“Right, yeah,” Shawn says. Shawn reaches out and wraps his hand around his best friend's dick. It’s hot against his palm, and it’s even bigger than he thought.
Gus gulps. Shawn’s rough hand on his dick feels different than anything else he’s ever experienced. But he knows he wants to try to keep going, so he reaches out and does the same.
Shawn feels Gus’s hand wrap around his dick, and a tingly chill runs down his back and blood rushes down to his dick. Just the feeling of Gus’s hand is already turning him on.
“Remember, we’re never mentioning this again,” Gus reminds Shawn.
“Of course,” Shawn says, slightly out of breath. Then Shawn moves his hand up and down once – just to test it.
Gus tries to hold back a smile, but lets out a, “Heh.”
Shawn blinks and looks up at Gus, “What? Is it obvious I’ve never done this before? I’m sorry I’m not like a gay savant.”
The word gay echoes between them, and Gus doesn’t respond for a moment.
“Not that this is gay,” Shawn slowly clarifies, “We’re just helping each other out.”
“Right, right,” Gus says, his heart beating faster, “These things just have to be done, sometimes.” Shawn can feel Gus grip his dick tighter.
“Right,” Shawn says carefully, and then he starts to move his hand again, and Gus’s nostrils momentarily flare with the overwhelming feeling
“So is this… good?” Shawn asks, because for the first time, he’s not sure how to interpret his friend's face.
Gus is breathing heavily, and he nods quickly, “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “It’s good.”
Then Gus remembers he is supposed to be doing something too, and he starts pumping his fist in time with Shawns. Shawn’s body is suddenly filled with a hot pleasure that settles in his abdomen. Gus picks up his pace, and Shawn follows his lead, like they are daring each other to go faster.
Gus keeps reminding himself that this is just a one time thing that they will never speak of again. But the problem is that it feels too good. The way Shawns hand squeezes at the base then his thumb gently runs across his tip is addictive. He’s going to cum soon at this rate.
“Slower,” Gus whispers, and the sound tickles Shawns inner ear, sending light waves of pleasure down his body. Shawn slows his pace, and then so does Gus.
Gus’s face is warm with blush. Why does he want to drag this out so badly? Shouldn’t he just want to get it over with and get to sleep? But something deep inside him wants to savor this moment. Who knows if he will get another chance like this? Gus instinctively grips Shawn harder, and Shawn lets out a small breathy moan.
Shawn blushes hard, and he opens his mouth to say something witty, but it doesn’t come out. Instead he feels another sharp spike of pleasure and lets out another sound.
That sound reverberates through Gus and a small smirk grows on his face, “So you like that, huh?”
“Shut up–ahh~,” Shawn says, letting out another sound. Shawn is blushing so hard he’s worried it’s affecting his vision. Gus is squeezing his dick tighter and pumping up and down the whole length of his dick. He’s not used to a hand this big and strong gripping him like this, and it’s sending him to places he didn’t know his pleasure could go.
Gus is so turned on by Shawns sounds that his dick starts leaking precum, and Shawn’s fingers start to get sticky. Shawn rubs Gus’s tip, and absorbs all the new facial expressions he’s getting from this. Who knew he still had so much to learn? It’s intoxicating to see Gus this vulnerable.
Against Gus’s wishes, Shawn speeds up, trying to get more of these slutty looks out of him. And it works too well.
Waves of pleasure push Gus to the edge, and he chokes out, “I’m cum–” before his dick flinches and he cums hard in Shawns hand. Gus’s cum pours over Shawn's knuckles and his own pleasure spikes. Gus is gripping Shawns dick hard as he finishes cumming, and Shawn cums hard into Gus’s large hand.
Shawn flops back, letting bliss consume him as his dick pulses in his friend's hand.
The haze of pleasure finally dissipates from Gus’s mind, and he quickly grabs some paper towels to clean himself up.
“You’re getting your mess everywhere,” Gus chides, but his heart isn’t really in it. He’s still cooling off himself.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Shawn breathes with a half smile on his face. He’s still in shock that he could cum that hard from Gus’s hand, but he hasn’t cum that hard in a long time, and the piercing joy of it has him feeling a little loopy.
After a few long breaths, Shawn cleans himself up, and finally pulls up his flannel pj pants. It feels like the official end of whatever deal they made, and for some reason it’s making him kind of depressed. He feels like he didn’t quite get enough.
Gus has gotten as much cum off his sleeping bag as he can, and he’s giving up. He can just buy a new one for the next time they chase a murderer into the woods. Then he gets into his sleeping bag, and watches Shawn get into his. Gus feels like he needs the extra material between them, like he can hide from what they just did.
“So,” Gus starts.
“That was…” Shawn continues, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Gus agrees.
There is a moment of silence between them where they don’t make eye contact.
“Let’s–”
“How–”
They both start speaking at the same time, and then they both laugh awkwardly.
“You go,” Gus says.
Shawn is already shaking his head, “No, no, you go.” His heart is pounding with fear over what he was almost about to say.
“Let’s just go to bed. It’s already late, and there’s still a murderer on the loose,” Gus says, trying to stay practical.
Shawn nods, “Yeah, right, totally. Let’s just go to sleep.” He can’t believe he almost spilled his mushy feelings everywhere when Gus was just saying goodnight. He feels like an idiot.
“What were you going to say?” Gus asks, unsuspecting.
Shawns throat feels like it’s closing up, “Nothing really, just that we need to get up early, in case the murderer, you know, kills in the morning this time.”
Gus looks skeptical, but his tired eyes take over, and he nods, “Yeah, okay. Night, then.”
Shawn gulps, “Night,” he says, but he doesn’t go to sleep. Instead, he stays up all night, twisting and turning, wondering how he can get Gus’s hands on him again.