Vincent's Desire

No s*x In The Tents [After Break Up | Part 2]

"So!" Hayden announced, clasping his hands together. From where he was stood in front of the flickering campfire, he addressed the group. "Are we all clear on the evening's agenda?"

From beside me, Johnny sighed. "We're doing nothing all night, yeah, we get it-"

I elbowed him harshly, ignoring his hiss of pain as I smiled up at Hayden . "Yes, thank you," I answered, on behalf of both me and Johnny. "Great plan, Hayden."

Johnny grumbled under his breath but I purposefully ignored him, trying to at least pretend to be on board with Hayden's fairly minimal plan. As a 'last hurrah' before we all moved away from high school to attend colleges across the country, Hayden had decided he wanted a group camping trip.

We'd been here a few hours and despite it taking far longer than it should've done to pitch the tents, we were finally all huddled around the campfire.

"Good," Hayden said, glaring unsubtly at Johnny who undoubtedly pulled a face in response. "There's just one more thing." He grew to look a little anxious, and I found my eyebrows furrowing together. "I hate to have to say it, but please, no s*x in the tents."

From across the fire, Jayden let out a loud laugh. When Hayden turned to roll his eyes at her, she held up her hands. "What?" She exclaimed. "That's a funny idea."

"Yeah well it’s not going to happen," Hayden said, crossing his arms. He turned around, eyes flickering between both me and Johnny. "I don't want to be kept up by any…noises."

I rolled my eyes at the implication in his words. "We're not together anymore, Hayden."

"I don't think f*****g each other means not being together."

"Hey," Annie cut in from where she was sharing a blanket with Asher across the campfire. "leave them alone Hayden, it's their relationship, let them handle it."

"I'm just saying no s*x in the tents, the rules don't only apply for them, it's for all of us." Hayden shrugged his shoulders. "Okay?"

"Let's see if you can handle yourself." Johnny huffed as his eyes drifted over to Jayden, and Hayden squinted at Johnny. Jayden again barfed out a laugh.

"I'm less horny than you, thank you very much." Hayden muttered, and I groaned.

"Just drop it." I announced. "Rules are rules. No s*x in the tents means no s*x in the tents." After I finished, I saw Johnny muttering something underneath his breath that I couldn't quite catch.

***

I wasn't aware of it that Hayden only had arranged three tents, Annie booked one for her and her boyfriend immediately, leaving the four of us to choose our partners. As far I'd understand, Johnny was in some sort of argument with Hayden, and when I asked him about it, he'd reply, 'Uh...it's some boys stuff, you won't get it.'

That clarified Johnny wouldn't be sharing a tent with his best friend. Jayden had no interest in partnering up with Johnny, I didn't know the reason but maybe she wanted to share it with Hayden, and Hayden agreed right away with the idea. Which left a hanging clue in the air that they both might had something cooking up between them.

All of them were satisfied with the matches because they got to share their tents with their favourite partners, and I also caught a glimpse of Johnny grinning when he heard he was paired up with me.

Johnny and I'd been going quite...good, I guess? After the night of him confessing that he missed me and me gladly rejecting to take him back- which somehow leaded us to f**k each other roughly (unlike we'd ever done before) -we both had been seeing each other.

And let me define our "seeing each other"-- him sneaking in my room at night so that we could f**k each other off and me stopping by his after school for a hot smoking shower with him.

So much for a couple who'd just broke up.

Shortly after the bonfire, someone broke out the alcohol. Jayden was the one to take most of the shots that quickly leaded her to be all slurry and holding herself up against Hayden. I didn't drink much, and I also noticed Johnny barely taking any sips of his bottle.

As it neared midnight and the fire began to die down, I and Johnny started to drift towards our tent. We'd had a long day, the trek through the forest had taken a considerable amount of time, and making the tents were the hardest part because Annie was continuously messing things up.

I squeezed through the entrance of the tent. Johnny followed after me, falling down onto his sleeping bag with a grunt. "It's pretty small in here, isn't it?" I mumbled.

Johnny hummed, shivering as he found his way into the red sleeping bag. "Tiny," he murmured, hands working on the zipper. I did likewise, shivering as I curled inside the insulated pouch.

"Still cold?" Johnny asked, voice drifting through the air. With the dying embers of the campfire only a few meters away, I managed to make out that there was a concerned expression written across his face.

"Yeah," I mumbled, cursing myself for forgetting to bring a spare jumper. "I should've brought something warm."

"Do you wanna....sleep with me?"

I snickered. "Is that a joke? What does it look like I am doing?"

"I mean...wait," Johnny muttered, doing an awkward wiggle so as to bring his sleeping bag closer to me. "Let me just…"

I released a sound of displeasure when he pulled down my zip but stayed still as per his request as he did something fancy with the bags. I couldn't quite make out what he was doing, but when he zipped it all back together, he'd somehow combined the two bags into one, larger one.

"Tada!" He exclaimed, his face a mere inch from mine.

"What- How did you do that?" I asked as he rolled over to lie down with me. "And did you mean by sleeping with you is cuddling with you?"

"How did I do it? By the power of DIY. Plus I was bored when you all were busy making the fire so I read the instruction book of the sleeping bags, things you have to do when your f*****g phone doesn't have charge." He mumbled the last sentence. "It had written special 'couple sleeping bags', or something down there." He turned over on his elbow to face me, we both were dangerously close at that situation.

"And I can keep you...warm too." He said, moving his arms to wrap them around me, and I felt a jolt of heat running down my spines. "It's a win-win situation for you."

"I can see it's a win-win situation for who." I rolled my eyes, but not completely disagreeing that I liked how we both were lying down like that. Cuddling was a thing we both didn't do after having s*x, or should I say I didn't wanna do after s*x. Or anytime. Johnny asked me to stay by for a while after we were finished for like a thousand times, I could say he craved for both my company and apologies. But I couldn't let my emotions win me over.

What he did was wrong, he f*****g cheated on me, and in no way I'd let him get away with it.

"But you can't deny you're feeling good. It's better than sleeping in a freezing cold sleeping bag in a freezing cold night."

Snorting loudly, I rolled my eyes in the darkness before shifting again. Feeling a stiffness dig into my ass, I froze. "Johnny," I called, voice controlled. "Do you seriously have a boner right now?"

He laughed, squeezing me softly. "Can you blame me?"

"Uh, yes. It’s f*****g freezing. How are you possibly aroused enough to have a hard-on?"

Humming beneath his breath, Johnny's lips found my neck. I sighed loudly when he left wet kisses to my skin, suckling over small patches. "It's not my fault that I'm forced to sleep with a girl who is hot as fuck." he reasoned.

"Did you really want to warm me up or you purposely combined our bags so that you can grind against me?" I scoffed. "Dickhead."

I heard him sighing softly. "You always have to make out a double meaning of everything, well, that's the thing I love most about you." He pecked my skin, and I tried hard to control the redness reaching my cheeks. "And anyway, if you're still not feeling warm, I know exactly how to heat you up."

Knowing exactly where his thoughts had gone, I reached back to slightly hit his side. "Get your mind out the gutter, Orlando. We promised Hayden we wouldn't do anything."

Johnny huffed, the kisses he was leaving on my skin growing in hunger. "But Hayden isn't here. And I know you want to do it too, I saw how flustered you got when he brought up the idea of tent sex." Johnny's fingers moved down my body to caress my sides, goosebumps forming over my skin. "Why don't we just…do it? Tent s*x is the best sex."

With a small sigh, I turned over so I was on my back. "For one thing, this sleeping bag is way too small. Plus we'd get it all dirty. And we're surrounded by our friends, and we both are used to be pretty loud. I'm not having s*x in this bag, end of story."

A small silence followed in which I regretted the harsh realities of the situation. The opportunity was tempting enough, I didn't mind experiencing how it was like to have tent s*x. Yet I found myself holding back.

"Alright," Johnny said, mischief in his voice. "How about a compromise then?

I found my interest piquing, but I didn't forget to bite back a snarky comment. "I just don't understand why the hell you're thoughts are so f*****g dirty."

He laughed quietly, answering me, "You'll get me off then I'll return the favour."

I felt my heart skip a beat as I pondered the option. "Hmm," I drawled, the uncertainty fizzling away the longer I thought on it. "Alright," I agreed, earning a loud whoop from Johnny. "But that's just because I don't wanna wake up in the middle of the night and find you masturbating."

Johnny leant over to kiss me quickly, his hand cupping my cheek. "Thank you," he murmured against my mouth, voice dark. I found myself shrugging.

"No problem," I answered bluntly. "Now, get it out. We don't exactly have all night."

As Johnny manoeuvred the small space, I rubbed my hands together in an attempt to warm them up.

"I don't think you'll be able to get down there with anything other than your hands," Johnny warned. "Not enough oxygen for you to stay under for a long time."

"Handjob it is," I hummed in quite agreement and decided. Johnny squirmed when I dragged my hand over his stomach. I felt the muscles tense beneath my touch as I played with the beginning of his happy trail. "You're so f*****g horny," I murmured, leaning closer to brush my lips against his ear. "Wanting us to have s*x in a tent like savages."

Johnny whimpered when I reached down to trace my hand over his boxers. The hard outline of his c**k greeted me and I felt my own panties begin to dampen when I felt his arousal seeping through the material.

"You'll need to stay quiet," I warned, tugging down his boxers. Johnny hissed lowly when his freed c**k bounced up to rest against his stomach. Knowing his body well enough to navigate the darkness, I reached up to grasp his length, running my hand loosely up and down the aroused member. "None of those loud moans and whines you normally make."

Johnny grumbled something but quickly shut up when I gave him a tug. I ran my hand up to the tip, gathering some of the precum in my palm before spreading it down the rest of his length. Thankfully he was fairly liberal with his arousal, so we found the movements of my hands comfortable for the both us.

"f**k," he muttered, sighing heavily as I began to twist my hand. "Your hand feels so good,"

Rolling my eyes slightly, I tilted my hand so I could momentarily fondle his balls, hearing him gasp for air. "As long as they please you, they're good for you," I murmured, diving in to kiss his neck. As I continued to stroke leisurely at his length, I concentrated on sucking harshly against his neck, marking him with deep love bites. For Johnny, the mere act of my mouth brushing over his neck was enough to have him whimpering.

Unable to stay still, Johnny bucked up into my hand when I traced my thumb over his leaking tip, teasing him with little pressure. "Oh f**k please," he whimpered, trying to gain more friction only for me to move away. "Give me more."

"More," I repeated. "Johnny, you're lucky I'm even willing to fulfill this fantasy of yours," I said, voice low "I'll take my time if I want to."

Ignoring his grunt of annoyance, I decided to play nicely. When I retook his c**k, I held it firmer, sliding my hand up and down with just the right amount of pleasure. As I continued my movements, I occasionally coupled them with a squeeze of his balls. Within no time he was nearing an edge.

As he began to squirm around, his hips working up and down as he rushed towards a high, I decided that I could move further down the sleeping bag. I didn't fancy him spraying his load in our shared bag, after all.

Somehow managing to continue the movements of my fingers, I did a nifty spin and took a deep breath before burrowing down into the sleeping bag. To compensate for this, Johnny moved up the bag so I was nearer the top. Thankfully he was fairly near the edge, so I wasn't down there long before he was on the verge of climax.

Running my tongue over his tip, all it took was a few turns of my hand before he was cumming, biting into his hand to prevent the loud moans from leaving his mouth as he spilt his salty seed into my mouth. I stroked him through it, swallowing down his arousal until he'd completely finished.

"f*****g hell," Johnny muttered, helping me up from the sleeping bag. I took a deep gulp of air once I was up, laying back against his side as he regained his breath. "That was so hot."

I chuckled unknowingly, tracing my hand over his side as he slowly began to calm his breathing. "You kept pretty quiet," I commented. "Impressive."

Johnny turned to look at me, darting in to steal a quick kiss from my lips. "So, let's see how you do."

Before he began to return the favor, I grabbed a towel and placed it under my lower half, trying my best to prevent any cleaning disasters - the last thing I wanted to do was try and scrub a c*m stain from the slippery fabric. Johnny smiled endearingly at the action before moving closer to kiss over the side of my face, one of his hands slipping under my top to grasp at my rock-hard n*****s. I hissed at the contact, squirming as arcs of pleasure spread around my body as he continued to squeeze my erect nubs.

"Already so turned on," Johnny drawled, licking a stripe up my neck. I found myself rubbing my legs together, humming in soft agreement. "There's no way you'll get through this without screaming." It was more a promise than an observation, and one that had the heat between my legs tripling. I squirmed as he moved his hands down, quickly pushing my pajamas and panties down my legs.

"Hurry up," I begged, as his hand hovered over my core. I could feel the heat being emitted from his palm and found myself gritting my teeth in anticipation. "Johnny!" I reached over to hit at his shoulder when he let out a laugh. "I gave you what you wanted. Now it's time to pay up."

"Huh," Johnny muttered, pushing my thighs apart. "Where are your manners?" He asked, and I let out a loud hiss in response as he dragged two fingers through my slit. He hummed under his breath as he tapped them against my clit, the delicious pressure sending pleasure curling down my spine.

"I'll give you manners when you give me an orgasm."

Johnny snorted, his lips moving over my neck. I parted my legs further as his fingers began to stroke languidly through my soaked folds, gathering the arousal coating them before slithering down to circle my entrance. I felt it throb as he skated his fingers dangerously close to my p***y, never quite inching inside, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from moaning.

"Oh God, Johnny, I hate you," I muttered, after a while of him alternating between skimming around my cunt and brushing lightly over my clit. "Hurry up for f**k's sake."

"You know I'm the only one who can make you feel so good." Johnny spoke, cockiness in his voice.

Shrugging lightly, I managed a controlled sigh. "So far I'm not feeling anything special," I teased, knowing exactly how to get under his skin. It seemed to work, as suddenly he pushed his fingers in up to the first knuckles.

"I guess we'll have to change that, huh?" Before continuing, Johnny leaned closer to press a kiss to my nose, causing me to smile without knowing.

The tender moment ended as soon as he slid his fingers deep inside my core, my walls enveloping him completely. The grip my teeth held on my bottom lip tightened as I tried desperately to withhold the moans that threatened to spill, the promise I'd made to Hayden lingering in my mind.

Johnny began to piston his fingers in and out of my sopping p***y, my toes curling as his slender fingers reached depths that had me crying out softly. My eyes screwed shut as he curled up towards my stomach, nearing my g-spot with every attempt. It only took a few angle changes for him to get it just right, the tips of his fingers eventually brushing against my sensitive spot. When he hit it, I found my hips jerking off the ground, my hand went to slap over my mouth as I moaned loudly.

"There we go," he murmured, voice husky. He twisted his arm so he was continuously stroking my g-spot, alternating from soft pumps of his fingers to hurried thrusts. "f**k, I wish I could see you right now. You always look so hot taking my fingers."

A whimper passed through my lips at his words, the sound threatening to resurface when he fondled my clit alongside the continued movements of his fingers as he coaxed my orgasm to the surface.

"I'm gonna come," I warned, voice breathless. My heart was pounding, every nerve on fire as he inched me closer and closer to the high I was chasing. "f**k, John, keep going."

Following my instruction, he didn't slow down; instead, he took it up a level. "I love it when you call me that," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the spot just below my ear. And I felt my inners lighting up with flame, and I just knew that wasn't because of his fingers f*****g me. "Come all over my fingers. I wanna feel your walls squeezing me like it was my c**k f*****g into you."

It didn't take much more to push me over the edge. Before I knew it, my entire body was shaking with an uncontrollable orgasm. Though I tried to muffle my sounds, I found a scattering of moans and groans rolling past my lips, pleasure blinding me completely as his fingers stroked me raw.

It lasted a few, drawn-out seconds, and when I finally came down, I released a deep breath. The loss of Johnny's warm fingers from inside me made me whine meekly, causing him to chuckle slightly.

"Was that alright?" He asked, momentarily turning away as he reached out to rummage through a bag. I was confused until I heard the rustling of a plastic packet, and then dimly made out some wet wipes.

"Yeah, it was okay," I spoke, my body continued to quake from the aftershocks. "Wait, were you prepared for this?" I asked, accepting a wipe from his hand.

I could tell he was blushing as he shrugged. "Maybe," he admitted. "I wasn't sure but, ya know, it's better to be prepared than not."

Scoffing lowly, I cleaned myself up and pulled on my pajama pants once more. With everything settled, I curled back against the bag, feeling Johnny joining me as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"It's not a surprise that you were ready," I mumbled, and he chuckled at my words.

"I hope you're feeling warmer now." He muttered, stroking one of my arms.

"Mhm, yea," I mumbled, feeling my eyelids heavier. "So much warmer," I paused, unease grasping my chest. "Do you think anyone heard?"

Humming before he answered, Johnny shook his head, loose strands tickling the side of my neck. "Doubt it, I think they're all asleep. No one came to yell at us, and I think we got pretty loud."

"Phew," I breathed out, relief flooding me. We'd been caught by the others before and it was a situation I'd rather not repeat.

Before I could add to my response, I found a yawn occupying me instead.

"Tired?" He asked, his legs tangling together as he inched as close to me as possible.

"Yeah," I admitted. "We should sleep. We've got to be up at dawn to go fishing or something."

Johnny cursed, not even bothering to conceal his groan. "f**k Hayden and his useless plans." he muttered, drawing an amused smile to my face. "Tell him I've got a migraine, okay?"

A laugh escaped my lips. "And save you from the torture? I guess not."

I heard him sighing quietly and I shifted in my posture to get comfortable. A while passed away and the moment when I felt myself loosing in a deep slumber, Johnny spoke,

"You know that I still love you, right?"

An uneasiness started washing me over and I felt my throat getting dry. Within a few seconds, I mumbled to make the awkwardness fade away.

"Goodnight Johnny."

Maybe...I also still love you...

"Goodnight." he replied after a sharp intake of breath, his body stiffening up. "Sweet dreams."