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Right before bed while all the campers sat at the bonfire, I found myself sneaking off into the lodge and right to the kitchen. I knew that the ‘good stuff’ (sweets) were hidden in a cabinet somewhere based off of what Nick had blabbered without realizing while explaining how kids would try and occasionally sneak in for a treat, never successfully however. Although I’m not a kid I hoped I’d be the first to attempt this successfully, I search through the drawers and cabinets as quietly as I can, shifting supplies around while also trying to keep everything as similar to the way it looked before.

Before I get the chance to search through the last few drawers I hear the doors to the lodge open and close, I freeze as I hear footsteps make their way across the dining hall and toward the kitchen, I duck down behind the kitchen island as I hear someone grab the handle and open the door. I hold my breath and put a hand over my mouth, I’ll be in deep shit if Chris finds out I’m sneaking around where I’m not supposed to. I hear the person walk towards where the aprons are and I hear cloth rustling. Is somebody trying to cook right now? I take my hand off my mouth for a second and take a small breath which ends up being louder than I thought it would be, I grit my teeth as I mentally beat myself up, hearing the footsteps that were starting to leave, stop and listen.

“Busted.” I hear a man’s voice and I know it could only belong to one person by the Australian accent, I sigh and raise my head just above the counter.
“Hi, Nick.” I grumble as I slowly get up and cross my arms trying to play off my embarrassment, he raises a brow and laughs as he realizes it’s me and not a camper scavenging his kitchen.

“Why are you here?” He asks as he walks over to the opposite side of the island and leans against it, getting pretty up close and personal with my face and I instinctively lean back a little.

“No reason, really, I just wanted a snack.” I shrug as I look up and his eyes meet mine, we’ve always been a little flirty but if anything I just assumed it was his personality when he wasn’t acting nervous or shy, being this close to him made me think that flirting was really reserved just for me.

“So… there is a reason.” He laughed, I opened my mouth to answer, stumped by his response, but he chuckled and I ended up hypnotized by his really nice smile and his accent that always knocked the breath out of my lungs. I found my eyes locked on his, there was a beat of silence that passed through the room as his eyes seemed to scan my face for a second before he got visibly nervous and leaned away from the kitchen island.

“I uh.. Got a gift from the kids in the art class, wanna see it before we head back?” He asks and I automatically nod, getting a hold of myself after that weirdly tense moment, he smiles and nods to the rack of aprons and I walk around the island to see this gift of his. He reaches for one of the aprons and pulls it down, unravelling it to show me what the kids had made him.

The apron was covered in little cutout animal fabrics that the kids had cut out and taken turns sowing it on, there were big red letters on the chest of the apron that said ‘Kiss The Cook!”

“I bet you’ll be wearing that a ton.” I joked with a light smile, he put the apron over his head and looked down before looking back up at me.

“Suits you.” I say honestly as he laughs lightly before reaching to take it off over his neck, I feel a surge of confidence come over me as I realize I’m alone in the kitchen with Nick, he’s wearing an apron that says KISS the cook, and if I don’t act now I’ll never get that summer romance Emma hyped up so much.

‘Wait,” I say before I can stop myself, reaching up for his hand to stop him from taking the apron off, he glances up and looks confused for a moment before I lean in and give him a light kiss on the cheek. When I pull away Nick has a soft red tone in his cheeks that makes me realize he’s blushing, I look up at him waiting for a response and when it never comes I feel an apology rising up in my throat.

The apology never comes however because the next thing I know Nick’s hands are on my face and he’s kissing me, his hands are smooth and his thumb lightly caresses my cheek, the kiss is light as if he’s testing the waters to make sure I really meant what I did. And when my own eyes close and I kiss him back, one hand reaching for the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder, he gets the confirmation he needed that this is exactly what I want too.

I’m backed up against the kitchen island in seconds, one hand moving down to my waist as if keeping check that this is real. The kiss goes from soft to full blown aggressive making out, I feel giddy inside like a teenager playing seven minutes in heaven, his tongue’s exploring my mouth like he hasn’t eaten in days and I thank myself for chewing mint gum maybe 20 minutes before.

He pulls away for a second giving him and I a chance to breathe, I lean my head against his neck and I can feel his pulse racing against my nose, both my hands are on his chest and the hand he hand on my face is now in my hair. He looks down at me and I glance up, my lips are red and glazed with our saliva, he grins gently as he looks down at me pushing me further onto the island before capturing my lips again. I lean back against the kitchen island, enjoying the way his hand glides through my hair and the way his thumb caresses my hip which heats my insides, by the way his tongue is shoved down my throat I concur that he’s definitely not a virgin like Dylan insists.
His kisses increasingly get rougher, I can feel our teeth occasionally meet each other which sends shivers down my spine, he pulls away slightly before planting a kiss on the corner of my mouth and then another on my jaw, and then another just underneath my jaw. His kisses get lower and lower and a shaky breath escapes my lips followed by the smallest whimper, I hear Nick huff a breath of air and feel him smile against my neck.

“Are you laughing at me?” I ask, trying to keep my voice firm but it shakes towards the end of my question and sounds breathy, Nick shakes his head and looks up at me, our noses almost touching.

“No, it was just cute.” He confesses, which makes me bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from ruining the moment with an attitude. He plants another kiss on the underneath of my jaw and begins making his descent again, this time exploring my entire neck with his tongue and lips leaving me feeling all hot and bothered on the inside. I close my eyes and lean my head back, Nick pulls back slightly to gently peel my unzipped sweater off my arms, revealing the tank top I’d covered because of the chilly wind outside. He pushes me up onto the kitchen island with my legs hooked around opposite sides of his waist as I hear my hoodie get dropped onto the floor beside him, his teeth graze over my collarbone and I moan quietly which seems to drive Nick crazy as he gently grinds himself against my thigh. I can’t help grinding back against him, his teeth dig harder into my skin and I bite down on my lip needing to remind myself the lodge’s walls aren’t as soundproof as you think thick logs would be.

He begins to peel my tank top off, he leans down to my now exposed shoulder, my breath shudders as he kisses it softly which makes me rush to get the damn tanktop off. Nick throws it down near my sweater, his mouth hangs open a little as his eyes seem to be glued to my bra-clad chest, I shove his shoulder gently to snap him out of it before leaning up next to his ear and whispering.

“Your turn.”

Nick hastily pulls back and pulls his own shirt over the back of his head, my own eyes stick to his body because without the shirt Nick’s got a row of abs and defined muscles that hide under that long sleeve. I reach my hands out and place them on Nick’s chest, my fingers and nails slowly gliding lower which makes Nick’s breath catch mid inhale. He grabs my hands gently and places them back flat on his chest, I sigh and place my head against his neck, my lips brushing his jaw which I latch my lips onto with no hesitation. Nick sighs, and rolls his neck back, pulling me onto the edge of the kitchen island as he grinds against my pelvis, my breath falters and I find my teeth pinching his skin before my tongue presses against it to soothe the bite.

His hips grind against mine, small moans and groans come from the both of us as I lean back up to capture his lips with mine again, immediately his tongue is deep in my mouth in a rough harsh kiss, I reach my hand up to the back of his head and pull on the tufts of hair to force him closer to me. The hair pulling makes Nick groan in my mouth, his hand finds mine on his chest and he leads it lower and lower until we’ve reached his belt and I immediately understand what to do. I undo his belt with my one free hand while his hand unties the strings to my sweat pants.

My hand stays planted on his hip, the tips of my fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans. I quietly mutter his name against his lips as he grinds his hips back into my pelvis, his name coming off my lips catches his attention and makes him roll his hips again, slower this time.

“M’yeah? That’s good?” He asks teasingly as he slowly pulls away to show off the large proud grin on his face, my breathing is heavy and I can make out the desire he feels by the way his pupils dilate and I feel his heart rate spike against my hand. I nod quickly and lean in but he pulls back slightly letting my lips brush against his just barely, he bites his bottom lip and lets his hand slide down under my sweatpants making me inhale sharply.

“Nick-” I gasp but he shushes me and presses his nose against mine, I can feel his lips are still brushed against mine and his smile is just as wide as it was before, he plants a soft quick kiss against my lips to get me to trust him.

“I just wanna make you feel good…” He reassures, pressing a little peck to the corner of my mouth as his other hand joins to pull my sweatpants off slowly, letting them drop to my ankles where I kick them the rest of the way off with my feet which Nick laughs at adoring my urgency. His eyes glance down at my underwear, which I hadn’t really thought about until now.

“Batman boxers?” He questions with a light laugh and a raised brow, I look up at him and I feel my face heat more than it already had been at his horny smile and the way his waves fell over his eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting someone to be judging my choice of underwear.” I shrug with a small smile on my face, Nick never takes his hands off my hips, I know he’s not judging but I feel the need to explain my strange choice to him.

“They’re comfortable.” I say but Nick’s already leaning in to press his lips to mine, letting me know he gets it (not that he wears women's underwear), I can feel his smile against my lips and I know he can feel mine. His hands continue their endeavors, his thumbs hooking into my boxers and slowly pulling them down my legs, I gasp at the cool air hitting the top of my thighs and Nick pulls away to look me in the face.

“You okay?” He asks, looking at my face and scanning it for any sense of doubt or regret, double checking for my consent. I nod my head and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me as his hands get dangerously close to my core. He nods and without hesitating his fingers dips between my folds, my breath shudders and he hisses at how soaked my pussy is, he groans softly in my ear and grinds against my thigh as his fingers gently stoke over both my entrance and clit.

I moan softly and lean my head back which gives Nick the okay to plant open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, nipping at the skin whilst his fingers work magic between my thighs making me let out little pants and sighs. He grunts gently before slowly pushing a finger into my entrance, I whimper and shift my hips toward him as I feel myself clenching which makes Nick do something between a moan and a whine.

He thrusts his finger slowly, I can feel him glance up and stare periodically to make sure I felt as good as he did listening to and watching this. Soon enough, I feel a second finger stretching me and I whine instinctively as the initial stretch stings, Nick shushes me quietly petting my hair with his other hand to comfort me through the short minute I take to get used to his fingers.

I signal for him to start moving again by thrusting my hips towards him and staring up at him waiting expectantly for him to notice which he very quickly does, his fingers start moving in and out, curling at just the right angles that makes my head lean back and the air leave my lungs in a moan. Nick starts slow but his grinds against my thigh grow faster and his thrusting fingers speed up with it. My whimpers become more frequent as his fingers reach knuckle deep, curling so perfectly that the knot in my stomach grows tighter and tighter with every passing second.

His fingers begin gently scissoring my pussy, I whine at the ache but even with the miniscule pain the knot in my stomach grows and my hips begin rocking with the motion of Nick’s hand, meeting him roughly with every thrust.

“Nick- I can’t, I-I’m gonna cum…” I whine and Nick nods, pressing a kiss to my jaw that hung open in pure pleasure to let me know he already knew. His fingers were relentless, chasing my finish right till the end, I moaned obnoxiously loud as the waves wash over me followed by small whimpers as I catch my breath and lean forward against Nick who’s stopped grinding against me.

“Feel better?” He teased gently knowing I was too drained to argue, Nick kissed me gently before reaching for my sweater on the ground, pulling it over my shoulders before walking to grab paper towels to clean his hand as well as myself.

“This’ll do.” He says, I whine as he runs it over me again brushing against all my sensitive nerves which just makes him chuckle by my ear. We hear the sound of the lodge door opening and someone coming inside, we freeze for a second before Nick whispers,

“Probably Ryan, he comes here around this time.” I nod and rub my eyes, it’s nearly bedtime for the campers which probably means the counselors will be back here soon getting ready for sleep and finishing up simple cleaning. Nick and I pull our discarded clothes back, we hang out for a while longer, I’m half asleep against his chest before everyone else comes back to the lodge, I pull my hood up over my head after Nick apologized for the very bright red hickies on the sides of my neck.

We meet up with the rest of the counselors who question our absence and I lie saying I was helping Nick clean up around the lodge and mostly kitchen, everyone goes along with it although I’m not a hundred percent sure everyone believed it. We head up to our gender divided rooms and I watch Nick leave and even catch him glancing back at me, I fall asleep that night wishing I’d got the chance to see him get off the same way I did, there’s always next time.

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I sit at my desk in the afternoon, a bright light pointed down on the robot hand as I do my best to assess and fix the damage. A kid in my robotics class had been acting up and trying to goof off, which ended in him running into a shelf right by a kid I was helping and knocking the robot arm right into my face and onto the floor, breaking it pretty badly. I was frustrated because I’d complained to Mr. H the year prior about this same kid, asking him to talk with the parents and do something which obviously he hadn’t done. Of course I always noticed the decreasing amount of kids every year since I started, it never seemed too bad until the typical sixty to fifty turned into thirty five to thirty.

The decrease in campers means our complaints are taken less seriously over the parents, which leads to situations like right now. A big bandaid plastered over my forehead placed by Kaitlyn and a bruise on my upper right cheek that hurt every time I smiled, the only thing keeping me from losing my ever loving mind was the knowledge that Nick was going to come up and visit me whenever he finished cleaning the kitchen after lunch. Thankfully Mr. H was kind enough to give me a break until I felt ready to go back out and turn ‘camp counselor mode’ on (His words, not mine).

So, I sat waiting while doing what calmed me most. Robotics, Mechanics, anything to do with metal, wires, and fifty screws. I had my goggles off because the feeling of them pressed against my bruise nearly brought me to tears and a little screwdriver in my hand to undo the worst of it. I sigh and lean back, my ears catching the sound of the wooden door creak open and I instinctively turn my head.

“Hey- Jeez.” Nick winces, I can see him looking at the damage as he closes the door and walks in, standing right behind me.

“What colour is it?” I ask as I turn to the side in my seat, his hand brushes the hair out of my face and I watch him laugh dryly as his eyes squint like he’s wondering if he should tell me now or let me find out for myself later.

“Turning a lovely purple.” He says with a little nervousness to the end of his sentence, his thumb hesitantly sits right above my bruise before gently swiping over it and caressing it, his touch lighter than air. I sigh and turn back around, pulling away from him without noticing as I lift the half taken apart robot hand. Nick’s arms wrap around me from behind, his face pressing into my hair as he inhales and I can tell he’s smelling it and not just taking a deep breath.

“You smell good.” He mumbles into my hair and I laugh, wincing at the pain as I smile and gently smack him on the shoulder, my memories flood back to just two nights ago when we were alone in the kitchen. Ryan had his headphones in and couldn’t hear us come out, I had a light hickey and I managed to lie to Emma and say it was a bug bite I’d scratched.

“Ow- Don’t make me laugh asshole, it hurts.” I say fighting back a bigger smile than I was already sporting, Nick just chuckles, gently taking my chin so he can look at my bruise and bandaid up close which just ends up as an excuse for him to kiss me gently.

“You okay?” He asks, swiping my hair behind my ears again, his thumb on my chin and his hand under it rotating my face.

“I’m fine, I swear. Kait told me I just needed to keep ice on it and it would go down.” I answered, trying to reassure him but failing as he noticed the abandoned ziplock bag of ice that was slowly melting away under the light. Nick reached over and picked it up with his free hand, gently pressing it against my bruise, the cold made me wince and I tried to turn my head away.

“Hey! Doctor’s orders.” He says with a playful smile making me groan and finally comply, I look into his eyes and watch how focused they are on my bandaid and I know he’s looking at the smudge of blood I accidentally left on the outside of it with my finger. His eyes glance towards mine for a second before he notices I’m staring and looks into my eyes, his eyes flick down to my lips and I do not hesitate kissing him while he’s leaned over me in my seat.

This kiss is way more than a peck, it’s like he’s triple checking that I’m really okay and making sure I stay okay. He keeps the icepack held carefully against my face, removing it occasionally to not give me a freezer burn along my already battered face, my arms are around his neck and I’m leaning out of my seat so as to not force him to break his back leaning any lower.

“What the fuck.” The sound of a random voice has us both pull away from each other immediately, Dylan stands in the doorway with a look I can only call actively being traumatized, a broken radio is held in his hand as he stands in the doorway which neither of us heard open.

“Dylan- shit. Hey.” I sputter as I turn toward him and Nick turns away as if hiding his face will make Dylan forget he was there, Dylan’s lip is curled up in disgust, his eyes are wide and his brows are furrowed.

“I just wanted my radio fixed, I did NOT want to become an unwilling cuck to… this.” He gestures with his arm, I sigh and put my head in my hands before making myself get up from my seat and forcing Dylan out of the doorway with me.

“Is this some sort of prescription Kaitlyn gave you? Get dicked down by a sexy foreigner with a sexy accent?” He questions as I shut the door, Nick and I hadn’t shared our new found relationship with anyone knowing we’d be teased and heavily forced apart by Mr. H. to avoid any ‘sexual contact’ from happening (which is already too late).

“No- look this,” I point between the door and I, knowing Nick is probably eavesdropping. “Is new for us. I beg of you, please do not tell anyone. Especially Mr. H and even more so the other counselors.” I put my hands together in a praying motion, shaking my clenched hands in his face as he backed away with a dumbfounded look.

“Fine, but only because I need you to fix my stuff without any grudges.” Dylan rolls his eyes.

“How’d this,” He mimics my finger movement with his unoccupied hand, pointing at me and assumably Nick behind the door “even happen? How new is this?” He asks, still flicking his finger back and forth which I grab. Annoyed.

“We… talked.” I say, shrugging as I let go of his hand and cross my arms, my brows furrowed as I look away and down at where all the campers eat their lunch and throw away their trash and paper plates.

“You… talked? Really?” Dylan asks not believing me in the slightest, I groan and run my hands down my face, wincing as they push a little too hard on my bruise.

“Yeah, dude, that’s it.” I say looking back at him, I tried my best to make my face look convincing but Dylan sniffs out my bullshit, he shrugs and hands me his broken radio.

“Maybe if ‘talking’ actually meant sex, yeah.” He said with the smuggest look on his face that just made me want to hit him, he brushed past me and started to walk away.

“Don’t tell anyone, prick!” I shout after him, he just walks backwards and does a little salute before turning around and continuing like normal. I sigh and open the door, Nick nearly trips right into me. Eavesdropping. Knew it.

“Really?” I ask, tilting my head before rolling my eyes and laughing trying to get past him, Nick traps me in the doorway and puts his head on my shoulder, his breathing tickling my neck as his nose brushes against it. I lean back which makes the door hinges squeak, my face hurts at my smiling but I can’t help it anymore.

“‘Dicked down by a sexy foreigner with a sexy accent?’” Nick repeats with a little laugh, I push him back gently and exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding.

“I, err, said that to Dylan right before summer started.” I admit, watching Nick’s face gleam with confidence. He pulls me into the room and shuts the door, pushing me up against it and kissing me again with fervor, one of his hands is on my waist and the other holds the door knob just in case Dylan decides to waltz right back over.

My hands wrap around behind his neck, pulling his face impossibly close to mine as his tongue slips into my mouth and entangles itself with my tongue. It feels more coordinated than the one we shared that one night, my hands on his neck and hair, his on my hip and the doorknob.

“COUNSELER NICK TO THE KITCHEN, I REPEAT, COUNSELER NICK TO THE KITCHEN.” Dylan’s voice comes over the PA shattering our moment again, his voice sounds worse over the PA probably because he’s forced to use the older radio. I groan and lean my head against his chest after we both pull away, he smiles and lifts my head up with both hands to kiss the bridge of my nose.

“I’ll be back a little later than normal, I think I might have to strangle Dylan.” Nick mutters, his accent stronger than normal and his voice deeper, I see his hand leave the door and I realize he’s adjusting himself in his pants. Heat rises in my face and I quickly turn my attention toward my desk. Why did he have to leave right now and not in another eight minutes?

Dylan’s voice repeats itself over the PA, a little more urgent this time as he stresses Mr. H needing him, his voice still sounding crackly and a little robotic. Nick groans and he presses another kiss to my cheek, saying goodbye before his figure disappears out the door and I’m again left with the feeling of my painful throbbing face and another broken machine to fix.