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“Yeah, like that,” he agreed. “This is the first place I’ve felt like I’m actually putting down roots, so it’s nice that it’s eclectic. I wouldn’t like it if everything was matched and organized, it wouldn’t feel right. Wouldn’t feel camp.”
June thought back to her tiny studio she had in Vanberg. Other than her fantastic new mattress and a few posters she liked, what was there? She had bounced around different apartments in the city every few years for her teaching career after college, sometimes living with roommates, sometimes living by herself. She had been without a roommate when the pandemic shut downs happened, which meant that the beginning days and weeks were isolating. June wondered if Colin had felt that same sense of loneliness, what he did to get over the hump of feeling like your only connection to the world was a phone or a television.
“What is it like, living at camp?” This would be an easy way to ease into that kind of conversation. “Like, is it lonely? Fun? I mean, clearly you enjoy it for some reason, yeah?”
Colin thought for a moment, leaning back on the couch and pulling June’s legs further on his own, resting his forearms against her shins in a gesture that felt like they had been doing it for years. “So, I’ve been doing this since I was 22, and most people don’t realize that when you go into the camping profession, your housing comes included.”
“That’s gotta be a nice benefit,” June said.
“Yeah, when you’re making 200 dollars a week, having housing and food is really the only way you can make it work. And, let’s be honest, that money is only going to booze and weed anyway, so,” Colin laughed as if remembering the dumb shit he had done when he was younger. “When you’re right out of college, it’s perfect. It's like you're living in a dorm, but everyone can drink and has kind of figured out themselves? It's also full of drama, because everyone is sleeping with everyone and feelings get hurt." Colin sighed wistfully. "It's manic and wonderful and I have such nostalgia for those first few years. Eventually, though, you get promoted, move up, and get more privacy and bigger beds. When you start, everyone is in a twin sized bed, which means that most hookups end with a lot of bruises." He laughed, and June imagined him as a fresh-out-of-college young man, all gangly limbs and optimism. She probably would have tried to sleep with him back then, too, even though she was in her "Intellectual Literature" phase.
“Stupidest thing you did back then?” June asked.
“Skinny dipped,” Colin replied without thinking. “Could have gotten in massive trouble, seeing as I work with kids. You?”
June indicated the bump on the bridge of her nose. “See this?” Colin placed a finger right over the ridge, tracing the line of her nose. “I was dared to do a keg stand junior year of college, and I used to really just jump into things with both feet, and I went for it. Turns out, I have little to no upper body strength and basically collapsed on the keg when my legs went over my head. Broke my nose, gave myself two black eyes, a few days before my interviews for student teaching placements.” June grimaced while Colin chuckled silently next to her. “Luckily, I was able to spin the story as being some sports injury, though I’m pretty sure my principal knew I was bullshitting. I got hired as a student teacher at Herman, and I’ve been teaching there ever since.”
“Well,” Colin said, returning his finger to June’s nose to tap the bump. “It’s a weird thing to say, but it’s a great story and I think your crooked nose is really cute, so I’m grateful that you are okay and have that story to tell.”
Colin shifted, leaned against the arm of the coach, then pulled June against his chest, and she relaxed into the surroundings of his body. The fragrances of soap and pine swirled around her, and she felt her shoulders release tension that she didn’t even know she was holding. They stayed that way in silence for a bit, Colin absentmindedly running his fingers up and down June’s arms, as her eyes fluttered shut. She had drifted in that space between awake and sleeping, wrapped in Colin, when she heard him mumble against the crown of her head.
June’s eyes lazily drifted open. “Hmm?” She questioned, turning around to look at him. She was nearly asleep, but something in her awoke as she took in the intensity of his gaze, the desire that shone through every pore on his face. His hair was undone, falling in his face, tickling the sensitive space below her ear as he moved infinitesimally closer to her.
“I asked how you were feeling,” Colin said, leaning his head down to press a gentle kiss to her temple.
“M’good,” June mumbled. “I’m sorry, I feel like such an ass that I fell asleep, but I just haven’t stopped in the longest time and you felt so nice and this couch is weirdly comfortable for something that I’m convinced witnessed a brutal axe murder at sometime in the past.”
“No one was murdered on this couch,” Colin reminded her, nuzzling his nose into her curls.
“Okay, well then, don’t take a black light to this couch, because I’ve seen enough SVU to know that this would light up like a disco ball.” June laughed, and then immediately grossed herself out thinking of that.
“That is gross,” Colin admitted, “And I have, like, cleaned the couch since I moved in. I wouldn’t bring you to a place that I didn’t think was good enough for you.” June’s heart warmed at the compliment. Colin’s hand rubbed down her arm, teased at the side of her breast. June’s breath came quicker, a sharp inhale cutting through the silence of the evening. “Is this okay?” Colin asked, his breath tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck, sending a shiver throughout her entire body.
“More than okay,” June replied. Colin’s hands wrapped around her torso, slid the edge of her shirt up enough for his fingers to play with the skin below her belly button and above the hem of her legging. Suddenly, the room was too small and too hot, and a whimper escaped June’s mouth.
“Just let me know if something feels not okay,” Colin said, his words still light and playful, but with a serious edge to them, a combination that June was coming to see as essential to his entire persona. His tongue skimmed over the skin below June’s ear and her shivers turned into small lightning strikes ricocheting throughout her body. “And definitely let me know what feels okay.” June felt that sly smile grow across his lips as he kissed her neck and his hands began to slide up her stomach towards her ribs, towards her tits. Her breasts grew heavy and overly sensitive and June became desperate for his hand to move faster, move up to cup and stroke her.
But Colin, damn him, took his time, even as June began to wiggle her hips and press back into him, feeling the jut of his growing erection against the curve of her ass. That earned her a slight pinch on her side ribs, just below her breast, from Colin. “Stop that,” he said, soothing that pinched skin with gentle circles of his fingers. June once again imagined how those calloused palms and rough fingers would feel making those same shapes lower, wetter. “Just let me touch you,” Colin asked, a hint of need edging his voice. “I’ve been dying to touch you since last night.”
June had once again lost the ability to speak, to think of anything but Colin’s hands on her, the mind-numbing patience with which they inched up slower and slower, pulling her shirt up and exposing her stomach to the slight chill of the room. June felt goosebumps break out all over her skin and knew that it wasn’t just from the temperature, but the fact that every single nerve in her body had become over sensitized, the settings turned up to eleven.
“Can I take this off?” Colin whispered against her neck, tugging her shirt up enough to reveal the band of her bra.
“Oh god, please do,” June replied, shifting her body forward. Colin remained behind her as he tugged the long sleeved t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. June moved to turn around, to face him, but Colin cupped her shoulders and directed her back onto his chest, the cotton of his shirt warming her almost bare back.
“Just relax,” Colin said, squeezing her shoulders then running his long fingers over her collarbones. He began to kiss her neck more, turning June’s nipples hard so they pressed against the cotton of her bralette. Colin ran his fingers down from her chest and finally, finally brushed the tips of his fingers over those sensitive areas, but kept June frustrated as he remained about the fabric of her bra. June let out a frustrated moan, which merely earned her a chuckle from Colin behind her ear.
He toyed with her nipples, plucking them through the fabric, building heat and wetness between June’s thighs, so much that she had to squeeze her legs together just to provide any pressure, any tiny bit of relief. At last, Colin slipped his hands under the fabric and touched her skin, and June thought she would combust. His rough palms gripped her breasts and the tiny tugs from his calluses caught her nipple and sparked across her skin. June sat up slightly, reached behind her, and flipped the clasp so she could remove that damn bra, which resulted in a pleased growl from Colin.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Colin said, his hands skimming down her stomach, curving around the front of her hips. “And so fucking smart, too. And funny. And…fuck, June.” She was already on fire, but the simple, honest compliments sent her ablaze. His hands splayed wide and he tucked just the tips of his fingers inside the waistband of her leggings. “Is this good?”
“More than good,” June whispered. He pressed a kiss to her neck, nipped her earlobe.
“Phenomenal,” he replied and slid his palms down inside her pants. “God June, really?”
“What?” June said, a bolt of fear slicing through her head.
“You don’t have panties on,” he rasped, sounding pained.
