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Tyson's eye shot open. He sat upright and stared into the darkness, listening hard. Amidst the peaceful sleeping sounds of the other campers, it was difficult to narrow down what had woken him, until it happened again.
A soft moan. Not like a sleeper in a nightmare, but something else. Something more desperate, the voice ragged.
I know what you need.
His eyebrow shot up. He thumped back to the bed and folded the pillow around his head, trying to block the sound.
"Tyson?" Percy mumbled from across the meter and a half that divided their bunks. "What is it? Are we under attack?"
"Uhh... Well, no, we aren't under attack." He grimaced as the voices, which he could now not NOT hear, continued, accompanied now by fumbling noises. "It's uhhhhh"
There was a pause. "Is it sex? Is someone having sex?"
"Mmhm." He blushed furiously. "I think so. I think it's... I think it's the directors."
"Oh. I'm uh... Sorry you can hear that."
"Yeah me too."
"I can go tell them to keep it down," he offered, sitting and regretfully abandoning the warmth of the blankets for the cool night air. He fumbled around for his shoes.
"Then they'll know we heard them."
"They shouldn't be having sex at camp if they don't want anyone to hear them, it's the least private place."
"But it'll be weird. Possibly forever. Forever weird."
He was already on his feet and had the door open. "I won't mention you heard them, they already hate me anyway."
The night outside was a few degrees cooler than in the cabin, still tolerable but not comfortable. The almost-new moon left everything to imagination, which Percy hoped was a portent for the rest of the night. The last thing he wanted was to get an eyeful of whatever Tyson was hearing.
The sounds got loud enough for him to hear as he slipped into the councilors' house and followed down the hall to what must be the directors' own rooms.
A long groan of frustration.
Mr. D's voice, hushed, "I'm putting it in. Try to relax. You have to relax. Try swallowing." A gagging sound. "Shit. Shit, I'm sorry." More fumbling. A plastic-sounding click. "Look, we'll try again. Just, smoke some of this first. Relax. It will be a lot easier if you can relax."
The first voice-- almost certain to be Tantalus, if the reedy, ruined sound he heard next was representative. "Please. Please, I need it. It's been so long."
Mr. D sighed. "I know. I know. We'll try again. Just... Yeah, hit this. Breathe. I'll clean this up. We'll try again."
Deep breathing. The shift of fabric. A sigh, softer this time. Something that could have been skin on skin, then shuffling. The door opened, a puff of sweet smoke and Mr. D slipped out.
Percy, frozen in place, put his hands up.