Scout's Honour - TCT - Part 8

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It felt like time had frozen, along with everything else in the vicinity. Ethan watched, horrified, as Roman tugged at his torn boxer briefs, until finally a gust of icy wind broke him from his daze.

"The next time you touch me" he hissed, grasping the younger man by the wrist, "will be the last time you touch anybody. Do you hear me?"

Roman's eyes narrowed as he stood back up, before a smile broke across his face.

"Whatever you say" he whispered deviously, and pulled his wrist back.

Ethan dragged his pants up and watched as the young scout strode happily back toward the camp. His heart hammered in his chest. Everything he had thought about Roman had instantly been flipped on it's head.

He didn't want Corey after all, he wanted Ethan, and he wasn't sure which one he preferred. Would he now tell Corey what he'd said? What would Corey think of him if he did? The possibilities raced through his mind, but now wasn't the time. He'd deal with it once they found a way out of here.

"You can't be outside dressed like that" Matthew fussed as Ethan walked back in and glared toward Roman who was deep in conversation with Ross.

"You'll catch your death!" Matthew continued.

"Okay mom" Ethan smirked as the young man wrapped the blanket around him, and he returned to sit next to Corey.

"So?" He asked as Ethan nuzzled into him, "how did it go?"

"Oh fine" he lied, "water under the bridge".

As the scouts sat around, it couldn't be denied that the entire situation was rather strange. They were thousands upon thousands of miles away from home, they'd all just survived a plane crash, they were stranded in an icy desert, and yet none of them seemed all too concerned. As Ethan studied them, the realisation began to set in.

"We could die" he said aloud, and the scouts all turned to him. "Like, we could really die out here"

"Thanks for the uplifting speech" Ross growled, but Ethan ignored him and stood up.

"Don't you understand?" He asked, and the panic was evident in his voice as he began to sweat. "We don't know where the fuck we are, we don't know how to get out of here, there's wolves and bears and who knows what else around here!?"

"I know" Matthew said sheepishly, but again, Ethan ignored him.

"Why aren't any of you taking this seriously!?" He shouted, "I was nearly fed to fucking bears by a gang of Russians!"

The young men fell silent as Ethan continued, until finally he felt Corey's arms around him, and a moment later he was sitting down again.

"I think everyones still in shock, Ethan" he whispered, holding him tight, "I think you're still in shock".

Somebody handed him a warm cup of something, but Ethan couldn't tell who it was. He stared into the fire, his eyes fixated and his brain racing.

When he looked up again, every single person seemed lost in thought.

It hadn't been his plan to worry them, but the terrifying reality had seemingly hit him out of nowhere. It was beyond anything that he could have ever imagined. Did his parents know already? Would it be on the news? Did anybody even notice that they were gone?

An hour went by, maybe even longer, and still they sat in silence, until finally, Matthew spoke up.

"This is all my fault" he groaned, and began sobbing instantly.

"Nice going" Ross snarled at Ethan as he went to console the young man.

"No, no" Matthew sniffled, "it's not Ethan, he just said what we're all thinking"

Ross and Roman sat either side of Matthew, and Ethan was sure that he'd caught his enemy smirking. A rush of anger filled him.

"We'll get through this" Jules said, though his voice was shaky and unconvincing, "if there's a group in the world that can do it, it's us"

Carl nodded, as did Greg and the rest of them.

"He's right" Corey said, patting Ethan on the back, "we do this stuff for fun, and now it's time to do it for real. Jules, Greg, we need a lay of the land. Wrap up in as much clothing as you can, and see what we're dealing with. Ross, Carl, we need a source of running water. Once the others are back, you're up next".

Corey continued to assign jobs to everybody, and all of them nodded eagerly.

Despite the fact that none of the scouts sounded overly confident, Ethan felt a little better. Hearing his boyfriend take the lead once more was a welcome sign.

Matthew had unofficially taken charge after the last trip, mainly because Corey spent so much time with Ethan that it was difficult to juggle both.

Ethan glanced over at Matthew, expecting the young scout to be angry with this new shift in leadership, but his face told the opposite story.

"Oh thank god" he sighed as he walked over to Corey and Ethan, "do you have any idea how stressful this leader role is?"

Corey smiled and squeezed Matthew's shoulder as he handed over a torn up armband, and Corey slid it up his arm.

"Yes" he grinned.

The atmosphere in the camp changed drastically. The scouts were no longer sitting around acting like they were on vacation, nor were they acting like their world had just imploded either. There was a sense of urgency amongst them, but Corey had somehow rid them of the panic.

"You're amazing" Ethan whispered, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek.

"And you" Corey smirked back, kissing Ethan on the lips, "are on berry duty with Greg".

Ethan laughed and once it was their time to leave, the two of them stood, and dressed in multiple layers of heavy clothing. He recalled the last trip when he and Greg had gone berry hunting. It had certainly been an interesting one, considering it ended with his load in Greg's ass.

He smiled to himself as they headed for the cold.

"Mind if I tag along?" Roman's irritating voice drawled from behind.

"Sure" Greg shrugged, but Ethan wanted to punch him as he beamed, and followed them.

The temperature seemed a little higher, though it was still cold enough to hurt their bones. They waded through the thick snow, with Greg checking his bearings every few moments, until the campsite disappeared in the trees and only the sound of crunching snow and the chilly breeze could be heard.

"Do you work out, Greg?" Roman asked, and the two of them were a few steps ahead of Ethan by now.

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Oh, well... Yeah, I mean... I just started a few months ago. Ross has been helping me out" Greg replied.

"I noticed back when you were changing" Roman continued, "you look really good".

"Oh, thanks, Roman" he smiled, and Ethan could hear the pride in his voice, "it's actually not as difficult as I expected it to be".

They continued through the forest, with Roman doing his best to flirt, and Ethan doing his best to not vomit, until finally Greg found something of interest.

"These should do" he said to them, and they began to fill their pockets with bright red berries until they could hold no more.

It took them quite a while, and by the time they were finished, Ethan's fingers were numb, Greg's were pricked and bleeding, and Roman's were buried in his pockets.

"Sensitive hands" he said as he noticed Ethan's eyes on him, and Ethan scoffed.

The three scouts turned to head back to camp when Roman spoke again.

"So is it true?" He asked, and the two young men looked back at him. "The game. Scout's Honour?"

Ethan and Greg glanced nervously at each other.

"Who told you that?" Greg asked,

"Does it matter?" Roman smirked, and stepped toward Greg.

Ethan watched with disbelief as Roman got closer and closer to the young man until he stood just inches from him.

"You can capture me any time" he whispered, loud enough for Ethan to hear.

"I... I don't think this is the right time" Greg half laughed, but Roman's hand reached out and grabbed him by the crotch.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" Ethan snarled, but both of them seemed absorbed in each other.

"Greg?" He snapped, "we need to get back, it's getting colder!"

Greg ignored him, and Ethan continued to stare, dumbfounded, as Roman unzipped the scout's trousers, and slid his hand inside.

"See?" Roman breathed, "aren't you glad I kept my hands warm for you?"

"Uh, can you two fuck another time maybe?" Ethan hissed, "I'm freezing my balls off here!"

"Well you're more than welcome to come over and warm them up" Roman smirked, and lowered himself onto his knees as he pulled Greg's semi-erect pole from the zipper.

As the awful new addition to the gang began to swallow Greg's cock, Ethan growled to himself and walked off.

"I'll see you back at camp" he spat, but neither of them responded.

What the fuck was wrong with this guy? First Ethan, now Greg? Sure, Ethan had fucked or been fucked by every single one of the scouts, but that was different, that was a game. This was life or death, and Roman seemed as unbothered as if it were a weekend fishing trip!

The journey back to camp was cold and miserable, but the heat from inside the makeshift wooden tent was welcome.

"Where are the other two?" Corey asked as Ethan unloaded his berries from his pockets.

"They uh... They're a little busy" he said, raising his brows in the hopes that his boyfriend would understand.

Corey nodded, and Ethan's eyes fell onto the spit above the fire.

"What is that?" He asked, as the aroma of cooking meat filled his nostrils and caused his stomach to growl angrily.

He hadn't even been aware of how hungry he was, but just like the rest of the scouts, Ethan was starving.

"Rabbit" Jules said, "I think".

As they all sat around the fire, captivated by the beautiful smell, their mouthes salivating and their stomachs roaring in symphony, nearly all of them forgot about the two missing scouts, until nearly an hour later when the tarpaulin swung open and Roman stood before them, his eyes wide and his face ghostly white.

"What's wrong?" Corey asked, as the chatter amongst them died down and everybody stood up.

"It's... It's Greg" he breathed heavily, "something awful has happened!".