Stephen

Everyone was giving Loki and Steve a concerned side eye. Steve was sent over to comfort him because Steve was the most mentally stable and was the nicest out of all of us. We did our best to continue with the conversation.

"What are the plan's for today?" Tony asked.

"There are some kids that are putting on some comedy show that I think that they wrote themselves." Wanda said. "Wanna go to that?"

"Depends." I say, a bit hesitant. "How old are they?"

"Eleven to thirteen." She says, "I think it's good for their self esteem for the future."

"Fine, when is it?" I gave in, even though I didn't even put up much of a fight.

"It's at six tonight, we can figure out what to do until then." Wanda said looking pleased.

When Steve and Loki came over, they were told the plan, Loki not looking very enthusiastic about it. There was a steep hill that seemed like a good idea to "hike" up. We packed some food for lunch and climbed up the hill.

"Did you tell them about my nightmare problem?" Tony asked once we were up the hill, and the two of us were a bit away from the group.

"No." I told him. "That would be a breach of your trust, and I don't want to tell everyone something that I don't have the right to share."

"Thanks for that, but I think they already know." He says.

"What makes you say that?" I ask, even though I already know the answer to my question.

"When I woke up, my throat was sore, like I had been screaming. When we woke up again, everyone was looking at me with sympathy, but also like they were scared to show it." He tells me.

"If they already know, you don't have to say anything if that is what you were worried about." I try to comfort. "But if you want to say something, confirm their suspicions, then that's your choice on the matter."

"If they know, they know." Tony brushed off before going back to the group.

Tony

It was now time to see the show that the children were putting on that Wanda was excited to support. I wasn't as excited to watch it because I remember being that age, and the people around me that were that age. It wasn't the best time for all of us, and I wasn't prepared to watch some prepubescent teens put on an awkward show for their parents and some strangers that they got to watch by hopping on their bikes and telling them about it. We sat there, I heard some complaints from some of us, while others, like me, stayed silent.

It was funnier than I had expected it to be. These guys are some real comedians, even if some of the jokes were a little bit forced. It was overall enjoyable. We went back to our campsite and had dinner. I needed this. I know that my dad loves me and all, but he is a bit overbearing at times, and I needed a break. This was also an excuse to share a tent with Stephen, alone.

Then it was time for bed after another lovely fire. Stephen and I went into our tent and got ready for bed. We faced away from each other, neither of us wanting to go to the bathrooms to change. We were both tired and it was dark outside.

When we were both done we laid down, him spooning me, which I enjoyed, and we, or at least I fell immediately asleep.

//dream//

Pleasure and Stephen. I see his face, then another wave goes through me. I don't know what's going on, but I know that he was the cause of my pleasure. I knew I was making sounds, but I couldn't hear or feel the sounds coming out.

I feel my mouth form his name, but I again don't hear or feel myself say it.

//end//

I wake up to Stephen shaking me and myself hard. I hid that from him, hoping that he didn't notice. He looked a bit red, but maybe that was the heat in the tent. I look at him and he stares right back at me.

"You were... uh..." He couldn't manage to say a full sentence.

"I was what?" I asked, hoping and praying that what I think happened, didn't.

"You were... my leg... I'm not mad." Stephen says, which was enough to put everything together. My suspicions were right.

"I'm sorry." I apologize, looking down in embarrassment.

"You don't have to, I didn't mind." He admitted and I looked at him.

"Huh?" I say, not processing what he had just said.

"I like you too." He told me. "And if you need help, I do too. I am willing to help if you are."

I looked at him in disbelief. I just nodded and he nodded back, reaching over and into my sleeping bag. My hips jolted upwards when he first made contact. He didn't move it, so I looked over at him. He was looking me in the eye, searching for a sign that I wanted to stop. I nodded at him, looking at him right back in the eye. 

He shifts closer to me and I rest my head on his shoulder, nuzzling my nose into his neck. He started to move his hand and I gasped, trying to stay quiet. He started to go faster and I squealed. I fucking squealed. I started to move with his hand. It was hard not to be loud, but I had to be. 

He finished me off, my breathing erratic and my body weak and tired, but I had to help Stephen. I reached over to him, but he pushed my hand away. Confused, I put my hand back over his crotch, and yet again, he pushes me away. I lift my head up and look over to him, with a look on my face.

"You're tired, I'm fine." He brushed off. "You'll owe me when we get back home."

I should've thought twice, but I didn't. I laid back down and immediately fell asleep.