Camp Starfell
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Not for the first time tonight, Scaramouche’s cheeks warmed, and he tried to look anywhere but Childe’s deep blue eyes, but it was impossible when they were practically pressed against each other. He felt incredibly small when he quietly asked, “What are you doing?”
“Acting like an adult,” Childe replied, like it was a proper explanation. Scaramouche sucked in a breath when he felt fingers creeping along the skin of his hip, teasing at the waistband of his shorts. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
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After six years, Scaramouche and Childe cross paths again, this time as counselors for the summer camp they met at when they were in middle school.
It’s only two months. What could possibly happen?
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- Part 1 of Camp Starfell
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Childe sang, “Honeyyy, I’m ho—” before his voice died when he saw Scaramouche on the bed, his jaw dropping and eyes widening almost comically as a crimson flush quickly crept up his neck and into his cheeks. An aborted, strangled sound caught in his throat.
Scaramouche smiled, his stomach light with giddiness, and casually said, “Oh, hey.”
Childe stood frozen for several long seconds, stunned into silence. Scaramouche really couldn’t blame him.
Scaramouche decided to tease him a bit more, and rolled over onto his stomach with a sigh, lifting his hips off the bed and settling onto his knees so the younger man could get an unobstructed view of the jewel between his legs. He looked over his shoulder coquettishly and Childe swallowed as his eyes raked across his body, his pupils blown.
Scaramouche arched his back lazily, resting his cheek on his forearms as he bit back a grin. “Happy birthday.”
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In other words, Scaramouche is a really good boyfriend.
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- Part 2 of Camp Starfell