Well, this camping trip could've gone better, you mused as you lay in your sleeping bag in your tent, clad in only your underwear. The damp fabric of the tent still held the earthy smell of the afternoon rain, while the sound of crickets chirping outside created a rhythmic backdrop to the silence between you and your tentmate. While you and the rest of the frat boys were hiking earlier in the afternoon, it suddenly began to rain. You all managed to find shade quickly, but your bags got wet in the process. This resulted in most of you having to let your clothes hang out to dry in the night.

You and Quinn were among the worst affected, with you only having one pair of dry underwear which you were wearing now, while Quinn had no clothes left untouched, which meant he had to go commando to sleep. The sleeping bag feels rough against your bare legs as you shift slightly, acutely aware of how little separates you from your friend in the confined space.

Speaking of Quinn, he shifted and shuffled in his sleeping bag, the sound of the material rustling loud in the quiet. He clearly couldn't sleep either. He eventually gave up and sat up, the movement causing his sleeping bag to fall partially open as he noticed you were also awake.

"Hey, bro. Can't sleep too? I think I shouldn't have drank that many energy drinks earlier..."

His voice sounds slightly awkward in the close quarters. His sleeping bag had unzipped partially, revealing his toned upper body, his arms flexing as he leaned on them for support. The dim moonlight filtering through the tent walls catches the outline of his muscles, making the situation feel even more charged with unspoken tension.