**TW: Gets a lil smutty. Cumming in pants, handjobs, a little bit of non-con.

I've had this idea for a hot minute. I read a Sanders Sides version of it, and I'd credit the author if I could remEMBER WHERE THE HELL I FOUND IT.**

The sun was hot. And when I say that, I don't mean for it to be read with the connotation of a lovely spring day. Haha, no. It was hot. Like, how many pieces of clothing can I remove while still remaining decent, hot.

When the sun began its daily descent to the other corner of the sky, it cooled off. And so, Asher, Hammie, Roshan and Tremaine, having picked the campsite with the most shade, were pretty well-off.

Asher had organized for all of the Phoenix Riders to meet over the summer to go camping together, just for old times' sake. Come on! It'll be fun, he'd said. But a certain dynamic between a certain Shield and a certain Architect implied that it wouldn't be all that it was cracked up to be.

      Roshan Ahmadi and Tremaine Blackbourne couldn't stand one another. And as if to pour salt on the wound, they had to share a sleeping bag.

       Who the fuck shares a single-person sleeping bag?

      "Who the fuck shares a single-person sleeping bag?" Tremaine bitched to Asher after he'd been informed of their sleeping situation.

His Captain had just shrugged. "Don't have space for all four of us," he'd said. "Hammie and I are fine sharing one, why can't you two be?"

"Because, we're not dating like you and Hammie are," Tremaine bitchily bitched with a bitchy bitch scowl. "And I'd rather sleep outside and die of an infected spider bite than sleep next to that arrogant prick Ahmadi."

     "Come on, Tremaine," Ash had pleaded. "I just want the team to be back together again. I want to have a nice time, okay? Don't ruin this for us, please."

       Tremaine hadn't had a choice.

       And by the time he was zipped in a two-person deathtrap next to his ex-lover...

       He didn't know if it was the cool air, or the fact that he was only in boxers, or the feeling of Roshan's body heat, so close to his own...

        But Tremaine was hard. Rock hard.

Roshan was staying as far as humanly possible away from Tremaine, which was proving to be quite a struggle. With each adjustment, resettlement, each squirm, he accidentally bumped into Tremaine. And once, his hand inadvertently brushed the material of Tremaine's boxers. Roshan jumped when he heard a soft gasp.

"What the fuck, Blackbourne? You're awake?"

He saw Tremaine's adam's apple bob up and down as the pale man swallowed. "Mm-hm," he mumbled, despite his eyes being closed as if to give off the illusion of sleep.

"What are y-" Oh.

He saw exactly what was keeping Tremaine up.

"Jesus fucking christ Blackbourne," he hissed. "You couldn't control yourself then, and you still can't."

"R-Ro," came the whine in response. Roshan cursed the fluttery thing his heart did.

         "It's been s-so long since w-we-"

         "Jesus, stop it, Tremaine!" Roshan protested. "I know you're horny, but you're not crazy!"

          "B-beg to differ," had barely escaped Tremaine's tongue when that very same tongue breached the space between Roshan's lips.

          The sensation was all too familiar, and god, Roshan missed it. But no, what Tremaine had done was unacceptable. But...oh god, the feeling of their tongues dancing together...

When they parted, Roshan smirked and rolled his eyes. "Horny bastard," he whispered, crushing his lips against Tremaine's for a brief moment. "You're lucky you're sexy."

"N-need you..."

Roshan quirked an eyebrow. He slipped a hand down the front of Tremaine's boxers, wrapping an arm around him from behind. He beamed with pride when the other moaned softly. "I wanna hear each and every one of your moans~"

               Tremaine chuckled breathily. "S-stop being a tease," he whined.

               "You want me to stop?" Roshan said in synchronicity with his hand squeezing Tremaine's dick particularly hard.

               He yelped. "N-no, please, god no, don't stop~"

                Roshan's finger delicately whispered over Tremaine's length, up and down with tender concentration. And god, it felt so good to Tremaine, each little hint of pressure sending chills rolling up his spine.

                    The pleasure increased tenfold when he felt a soft bite pressed to the nape of his neck. "I want you to let me know when you're about to cum, sweetheart," Roshan was whispering. Tremaine nodded obediently and heard a soft chuckle. "Good," Roshan praised.

                     When Roshan's slender fingers wrapped around Tremaine's member, that nearly pushed him over the edge.

                      "O-oh, mmm, Roshan-" he babbled. "I-I'm gonna-"

                       "Do it," Roshan commanded. "Come nice and pretty for me, baby~"

                      And he did with a breathy moan, his body shaking with pleasure as Roshan kissed his neck rewardingly.

                       Tremaine grinned shakily as he came down from him high. "Thank you..."

                        "Anything for you," Roshan whispered. "Now...do you wanna help me with this~?"

                         Tremaine chuckled softly and rolled over to face Roshan, smirking. "Of course, baby."

**It's important to note that i was watching Holy Musical B@man while writing the second half of this**