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Cal swished the remaining liquid in his cup, attempting to distract himself from the beads of sweat already running down his face. They had been under the insufferable sun for hours, most of it waiting on Andre who insisted on going again until he hit his last marks. The brunette was crouched next to tall grass, holding the black weapon to rest on his shoulder whilst aiming. Cal observed the furrow in his eyebrows and tensing of muscles, followed by the quick pulling of the trigger.
A frenzy of cotton rose like the cloud, revealing the innards of what had just been a stuffed bear they had brought with them. The stuffing splattered like guts on the log it sat upon.
"WHOO!" Andre's quick celebration echoed, followed by his quick steps to retrieve what was left of the bear. Cal stood to begin grabbing his stuff, but saw the other replacing the mark with another toy on the rock instead.
"Andre- we've been out all day, you can practice another day dude," He said, trying his hardest to not come off as whiny. Admittedly they normally stayed out longer, however he couldn't help the tiredness weighing down on his eyes.
"C'mon Cal don't be such a bitch," the other huffed, rolling his eyes. The brunette was moving back to his previous position in the grass, the blonde only grew more irritated at the insult. The sun felt like it was trying to cook him alive, making way for irritation to creep further than expected.
"Andre I said let's go, I'm not staying out here!" He insisted, raising his voice with a half mind to go up to him and take his rifle. Despite his threats he felt sluggish, wondering if the other could tell.
"Or what?"
He felt the cold metal of the firearm before he processed he was moving. He had lurched forward the small distance between them and grabbed ahold of the forestock. The taller immediately fought back and tried to pull it out of Cal's hands, unsuccessful. The blonde heard him swear under his breath angrily before the gun was pushed back onto his chest. The wind was instantly knocked out of him, prompting him to drop with hands pressing onto where skin would surely bruise.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" His chin was grabbed roughly despite his pained expression, forcing him to look up at Andre. Cal opened his mouth to answer, interrupted by a fist connecting with the left side of his face. A white flash overtook his vision and a hot feeling spread near his face. His eyes remained closed and his head tilted as he felt liquid quickly dripping past his lips.
The blonde took the moment of stillness to throw himself at his friend, successfully gaining the upper hand for a moment. The brunette swung and thrashed violently on the floor. Both were able to connect a few fists, ultimately Andre grabbed the front of Cal's black shirt and threw him against the ground. With their positions flipped the taller could see the blood trailing down the other's chin, and the beginnings of bruises on his perfect cheekbones and eyes.
He leaned in further, exhausted and feeling suffocated in the hot wind. His jeans were uncomfortable where his growing tent rubbed uncomfortably on the denim. Cal was panting below him, facing away with a hand still wrapped around his wrist. Andre pushed off the dirt with his arms and sat upright, properly straddling the other boy now.
"You enjoying this you fuckin' faggot?" The brunette hissed, pointing out the blonde's obvious erection. Before he could reply he pushed the other's head back down to the ground, resulting in a choked grunt.
"You fucking hypocrite," Cal spit, thrashing in the brunettes hold.
An echoing click made him freeze immediately.
The tip of the Volt-Action rifle Andre had been previously shooting was now pointed at his face. The blonde couldn't help but squeeze his thighs together at the sight.
Another flash of pain hit his jaw, sending a sting through his teeth and ear. He leaned forward, dazed, one of his hands lifting to cradle the impacted skin. This time before he could recover, the rifle was used to push him forward, prompting him to cling onto the brunette's legs. His hair was grabbed and pulled roughly again.
"Let go of me!" the blonde protested weakly, hearing unzipping and shuffling above him. He whined and closed his eyes as his face was shoved into the other's crotch. He couldn't help but let a moan escape his mouth, having thought of this many times while alone in his room. Andrew's camo pants felt rough where they rubbed against his face.
Another whine escaped his throat without permission. However his heart spiked at the sound of a zipped above him. Andrew's cock sprung out from his jeans, nearly hitting Cal in the face. The blonde was dumbfounded, not given time to think before the brunette used his hair to push him forward again. His dick pressed against his tongue, one of his hands came to wrap around his jaw, effectively keeping his mouth open. The contact sent a jolt through Cal's body, squirming in place.
"Fuck..." He muttered, softly hitting himself on Cal's tongue.
Andrew began pushing down the blonde rhythmically, enjoying the quiet and subtle sounds of his dick sliding down his best friends throat. Cal's eyes were half lidded, pleadingly fixed on the other. The sight alone seemed out of a painting, one he still needed to finish.
A sick crack echoed through the small clearing as his fist colided multiple times with the figure below him. Cal fell on his back with an embarrassing moan, Andrew catching himself above him. The brunette swallowed his noises, biting the other's lip and smothering him in the process.
Andrew pushed himself off slowly admiring what he had made of the other. He rose to his feet, the other still dazed and out of breath on the ground. One of the taller's combat boots lifted to hover over his crotch, only coming to lightly press against the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't help but let a desperate whimper at the sensation, unable to stop his hips from twitching upwards.
The brunette began moving his ankle, mimicking stomping out a cigarette. The boot came down onto him with unexpected force, making his whole body seize of a second. Cal came with a loud cry, his hands flinging themselves towards Andrew's boot. He was unsure himself if it had been to push him off or press him further.
Either way by the time he came back to himself, Andrew was already putting his jacket on and zipping up Cal's backpack. It was handed to him, still on the ground.
"Clean the blood off your face,"
"What about you?" Cal asked tentatively, eyeing the other's crotch.
"I'm not gay!"