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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max_(Camp_Camp), Maxvid_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      David_(Camp_Camp), Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      Pedophilia, pedophile!David, Masturbation, he_doesnt_rape_Max, but_shits
      sill_really_bad
  Series:
      Part 1 of Bittersweet_Honey
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-07 Words: 1646
****** Alone with Max ******
by Kialish
Summary
     Camp Campbell is finished for the summer- and possibly forever. Maxs'
     parents never come to collect him, so David takes him home until he
     can drive him home himself. Then David realizes he's in a bad
     situation, a situation he typically tries to avoid...
Notes
     Obviously, I do not condone this behavior. I'm a victim of CSA
     myself, by the dynamic is one I'm willing to write and explore
     through writing.
See the end of the work for more notes
The drive to Davids house was long and silent. Camp was over for the summer,
and would most likely not reopen the following year with Mister Campbell being
taken to prison. Some heartfelt goodbyes had and the kids had all been picked
up by their parents… Well, almost all of the kids.
Davids eyes flickered from the road down to the balled up form of Max sitting
shotgun, then back. No one came for Max. No one even picked up the phone when
they called to remind his parents that camp was over… Gwen had stayed with the
two until it started getting late, leaving just David and Max. David tried to
be supportive and reassuring, saying that they probably just got stuck in
traffic, but definitely hadn’t forgotten about him. The boys silence was more
than enough of a disagreement.
After the sun had started to set, David suggested bringing Max home himself,
because perhaps his parents were just too gosh darned busy. Max didn’t say
anything, but headed for the car in a silent kind of ‘okay’. He muttered his
address, but with how late it was getting, David suggested having a sleepover
at his own apartment. Silence again. David took that as another ‘okay’.
He didn’t turn on any music, constantly debating if he should try talking more.
Max didn’t seem much responsive to anything though, so he simply waited it out.
“Here we are! Home sweet home.” David sad, finally breaking the heavy silence
between them. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as he pulled into a parking
lot. Max squinted at the shabby looking apartment building judgmentally, but
stuck to his routine of silence as he undid his seat belt. “I’ll order us some
pizza, and we can get some sleep. Tomorrow you’ll be back home and i’m sure
it’ll all have just been a miscommunication.”
Davids assurances went unheard, the ten year old sliding out of the car with
duffle bag of belongings over his shoulder. The man sighed, face falling
slightly as he followed suit. He led Max up to his one bedroom apartment, the
interior looking much better than its deceiving outer appearance. Just as he
left it. As one would assume, his apartment was furnished with hardwood
furniture and nature photographs on his wall. The living room bled into the
kitchen with only a half wall to separate them. A small hallway pushed by the
left of the open rooms with two doors, a bathroom and a bedroom.
“It’s no tent at camp, but it works just fine.” David said, offering another
dazzling smile and putting his hands on his hips. Max didn’t reply and David
dropped his arms. “I’m sorry, Max. I know I can’t make you magically feel
better and I know things feel really bleak right now. You can sleep on the
couch tonight. I’m gonna go order that pizza.”
Max threw himself on the futon couch, duffle bag on the floor by him. David
watched as he pulled off each shoe, flinging them across the floor before
curling up.
What was he even thinking right now? David didn’t have a clue. He didn’t know
what to say. If he kept trying to be positive, well… he’d seen Max lash out at
that. The kid was a realist. He knew that things weren’t going to be okay.
Hell, David didn’t even know if his parents would actually care if he brought
his son back at all.
The idea made David reel for a second, and not because of how atrocious it was
that Maxs’ parents would probably disown him. David realized suddenly he was
alone. Alone with Max. Heat rushed to his face and he swallowed hard. No. No.
He had been so careful to place himself around children in a cautious way, in a
way that wouldn’t cause him to… to get urges. Gwen was always around at Camp,
and so where all the other kids. But here, now.
Alone.
With Max.
“Hey, David.” Maxs’ voice broke the tense and foggy silence clouding the adults
mind. “You have TV or something?” His voice was strained, like opening his
mouth brought the threat of tears.
“Oh, uh, sure!” David replied, swallowing down the unpleasant thoughts and
getting the remote for Max.
David half expected the kid to default to cartoons, but wasn’t surprised when
he flipped on the History Channel. It was some actual history documentary about
the Romans, but Max didn’t seem to mind. David ordered the pizza, watching the
documentary in silence as they waited.
Max didn’t talk through the show. Or the next one. Or when they ate pizza. Or
when David noticed it was getting really, really late.
“Hey, bud, I’m gonna turn in,” David started. “If you can’t sleep, you can
watch TV. The bathroom is right next to my bedroom if you need it.”
Max gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, David having to stop himself from
beaming. Progress, this was progress.
“If… If you need me, you can wake me up, okay? Good night, Max.”
David closed his bedroom door behind him, pressing his back to the door. He
exhaled slowly, finding his anxiety rising. It was okay now. He would just… go
to sleep. And then tomorrow bring Max home and be done with it…
He stripped to his boxers and wrapped himself in his stale bed sheets. Gosh,
he’d have to do some laundry tomorrow too… Forcing his mind into a calm state,
David squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force sleep to come.
But it didn’t. His brain buzzed with dangerous possibility. Things he’d been
fighting to silence for ages that swelled each summer.
Alone with Max.
His eyes shot open, staring hard at one point in the darkened room. Maybe…
Maybe if he just. Jacked off he’d feel better. God knows he didn’t exactly have
time to do that at the camp.
Flipping onto his back, David slid his boxers down his hips. His mind wandered
to Max, a frequent target of his fantasies. God, he felt like shit. His cock
twitched at the thought, hardening in his hands. Davids breath hitched, eyes
closed as he stroked his shaft. Max, asleep on his couch, oversized shirt
slipping off his shoulder slightly. Max, skin soft with youth. Max, in his swim
trunks, climbing out of the lake, curly hair heavy with water.
David bit back a moan, the sound muffled in the back of his throat. He was
already so damn close, it had been so long. He grit his teeth, stroking himself
faster. Just cum already and be done with it.
Max, hugging him even for the briefest of moments. The smell of Maxs’ hair
after he showered. Max in a towel. Oh, god, he was awful.
“Max…” David hissed under his breath, hips rocking against his hand. “God,
Max…”
His breathing became desperate pants, still so close, but guilt holding him
back. Max’s soft skin brushing against his own, so rarely exposed with his
sweater. He wanted to touch him, to feel the curve of his face, trace his
spine. He was so small… So innocent.
“M-Max,” David gasped. Just a little more now.
Alone with Max.
Here it comes, teasingly close until--
“What the hell?! Tell me you know someone else named Max, you fucking pervert!”
Davids eyes flew open, sitting bolt upright. Max was standing by his bed,
wearing his sleep shirt and shorts, eyes narrowed in anger and… Fear.
“Max, I-”
“Answer my fucking question, are you some kind of pedophile?! Were you-
- fucking-- I… I.” Max stammered, backing away.
“No! I’m sorry! I just- I didn’t want to do anything so I just-”
“Figured you’d jack off gasping my fucking name?” Max was trembling now. The
most he’d spoken all day to David. And it was because of this. “I’m calling the
fucking cops.”
David reached out, half launching himself out of the bed and grabbing Maxs arm.
“Let go of me you fucking creep!” Max yelled, trying to pull away.
“Max I’m sorry!” David replied, easily keeping an iron grip on the struggling
boy.
“Then let me fucking go!” Max pulled harder. “I bet you were fucking hoping my
family wouldn’t come! I bet you wanted me alone.”
Yes.
“No- Max, I-”
“I’ll scream, someone will fucking come you piece of shit!”
He knew he should just let go. Let him call the police on him, he deserved it.
It’s not like he even had Camp Campbell anymore. He needed to resign, stop this
now, do something instead of set himself up with checks and balances that were
anything but foolproof.
David pulled Max into his bed. Max inhaled to scream and David guiltily clamped
a hand over his mouth.
“Shhh, I’m not… I’m not going to do anything to you.” David said softly. “I’m
not going to hurt you, Max.”
His brain was going wild. He wanted to do things to Max. For himself. He wanted
to be selfish. But he loved the kid, too. And not only in a sick way…
He could feel Max trying to bite his hand, a shiver sent down his spine and
cock twitching. David reached down and stroked himself, leaning into Maxs’
hair. The boy was squirming, digging his nails into the hand clasped over his
mouth. He kissed the back of the boys head, breathing over his dark curls. God,
he smelled amazing so close. Intoxicating.
Alone with Max…
He came hard into his hand, back arching. Max was still trembling, but had
stopped trying to bite and fight off the adult. David let him go, slowly, and
sat up. He stared at the shame on his hands, then looked at Max who had curled
up into a shaking ball.
“...I’m going to the bathroom. I... I’m sorry, Max.” He said softly, guilt
squirming in his stomach.
End Notes
     I couldn't really think of how to end it, so I simply left it as is.
     Who knows what happens next? Up to your imagination I guess.
     I don't imagine David to be the kind of person, if he did have
     pedophilia, to intentionally put himself in situations with kids to
     take advantage of them. Quite the opposite. He sets him self up not
     to act on those desires, but when faced with the idea of actually
     fully being alone with a child, without direct and instant
     consequence, well....
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