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kit  connor,  gay,  cis  man  +  he/him  →  isn’t  that  bowie  breckenridge?  i’ve  seen  them  hanging  out  with  the  campers.  i  hear  they're  21,  but  they’ve  been  coming  to  camp  for  3  years.  they  seem  to  be  sweet  &  energetic,  but  also  vapid  &  aloof.  it’s  cool  that  they’re  capable  of  chlorokinesis  &  healing!  their  aesthetics  are  also  antique  greenhouses,  dried  herbs  and  flowers,  tree  climbing  and  wearing  overalls.

the     moon     would     be     their     only     source     of     light,     the     two     starting     off     with     a     midnight     stroll     throughout     the     trails     near     the     cemetery.     it     was     a     part     of     camp     that     bowie     had     yet     to     explore     and     baird     was     all     too     familiar     with     so     the     redhead     followed     the     other's     expert     lead.     what     started     off     as     a     walk     among     the     cold     night     air     would     lead     to     the     two     confiding     in     each     other's     body     heat,     the     graveyard     still     in     view     as     bowie     bends     himself     over     a     fallen     tree,     lying     horizontally.     bowie's     back     is     arched     underneath     baird's     handling,     as     the     man's     touch     warms     up     his     skin     against     the     cool     night     air.

❛      damn…      ❜      bowie     will     moan     as     the     other     pulls     himself     out     just     to     plunge     himself     back     as     far     as     bowie     can     stretch,     the     delicate     kisses     placed     to     his     back     helping     bowie     ease     and     open     up.      ❛      you     were     right.      didn't     need     to     go     back     to     a     cabin     after     all     ..      ❜

𖥸     from  here.

bowie  was  raised  without  a  lot  of  technology,  compared  to  most  of  the  rest  of  his  generation.  although  that  doesn't  mean  he's  entirely  clear  from  it  or  that  he  doesn't  enjoy  it  either.  he's  not  going  to  spend  much  time  making  sure  he  has  a  perfect  feed  or  that  his  instagram  profile  is  aesthetically  pleasing  but  he  will  always  have  his  phone  on  hand  so  that  he  can  send  snapchats  back  and  forth  with  his  friends.  or  scroll  tik  tok  for  an  hour  or  so  in  the  evenings  when  he's  sleepy,  before  a  nap  or  when  has  nothing  else  to  do. 

and  when  it  does  come  to  his  profiles,  he  doesn't  post  any  sort  of  video  content  or  anything  similar  of  the  sort  but  he  will  update  on  his  paintings,  or  his  plants.  or  the  occasional  thirst  trap.

javier had been one of bowie's most entrusted counsellors at camp, the young witch even taking on an unofficial mentorship of sorts. since the counsellor had two of the same shared gifts it was only natural that bowie would cling onto him, ask him questions, follow his lead whenever the camper could. there was much to be learned from someone with more experience… and the same was to be said when it came to bowie's body. 

the other man's touch felt like lightening - would send a course of sensations that would vibrate throughout bowie's muscular body. inside and out. his his perky pink hole tightening around his counsellor's finger, his cock throbbing in the counsellors' other hand.  ❛  my god… you're so good with those hands…  healing hands.  ❜  he'd moan out as his head falls back, brown eyes rolling back to match.  moaning only louder as two of his most sensitive erogenous zones get worked.  without much experience, bowie was having a hard time keeping himself together. 

showing up camp only a year after malaki, the two were quick to form an alliance between acquaintances. they were the closest of friends though there was always a shared reassurance that no matter what there was always another friendly face there. given the fair few chances to bond, the two have gotten only closer over the years to the point where bowie has now been invited to the other's lodging for a sleepover.

a few shared glances and soft touches led them here - malaki's sculpted jaw pressed against bowie's plush yet muscular cheeks, his chin enacting enough strength for bowie to turn malaki's lower-face into a seat. the ginger's stomach is still whirling with butterflies as he purrs out a soft moan every here in there as he can feel his hole getting tenderly licked and kissed by a warm and wet tongue. the sensation is almost overwhelming if not for the rock hard cock in his hand to stabilize the redheaded witch. he'll lightly slap it across his lips to collect the nectar pooling up at malaki's cockhead, licking it up before taking the bulbous cockhead into this mouth. 

𖥸   from here.

although bowie hasn't left the country, he has travelled from coast to coast.  he's been to all forty-eight of the mainland states.  his family never stayed in one place for longer than a year,  typically setting up their trailer-home in some campground and keeping put.  his parents weren't evading anything,  they weren't on the run,  they simply had very motivated feet that got wanderlust more than most.  so bowie has lived in all sorts of climates and atmospheres, from swamps to deserts to forests, humid to dry.  he prefers humidity due to the mass amount of plant life.

after his parents went missing at sixteen,  bowie spent two years wandering about the west coast until he was beckoned to the camp. and while has would like to travel the world, he doesn't see that happening in any near future.  and his feet can plant roots easier than his parents' ever could.

the other's forearm sits between bowie's two palms, one of bowie's hands keeping the weight of their arm steady as the other is hovering over the other's wound. you can tell by the look on the redhead's face that he was working hard at focusing, transmitting his lifeforce into the other. with his power to heal, it wasn't uncommon for the young camper to be posted up with nursing duties for the day but that didn't mean bowie necessarily liked it or was entirely good at it either. he could heal without issue, it was the bedside manner that was completely out of practice. as the wound on his patient's arm begins to resolve and repair itself, bowie would finally look back up at the other. ❛ it's really not that bad. last week someone nearly got their arm burned off and that took like twenty whole minutes to get looking good again! ❜  he'll enthuse, dropping the arm back onto the others lap without grace. good as new.

❛ and don't worry about it opening back up or anything. that hasn't happened yet. ❜ a sheepish smile, his eyes hollow from thought. ❛ that was a pretty big scratch though. what happened? ❜