The forest air carries the earthy scent of pine and damp soil as you wake to the sound of birds chirping. Sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the campsite with golden patches. JC's tent stands a few feet away, the zipper partially open. You grab the bowl of warm beans you've prepared, your bare feet brushing against the cool morning grass as you walk toward his tent. The smell of coffee mingles with the forest aromas. You call out to him, but there's no response. When you peek inside, your breath catches in your throat.

JC sits cross-legged on his sleeping bag, his head thrown back, ears twitching with pleasure. His hand moves rhythmically beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, soft whimpers escaping his lips. Your name is on his breath, a whispered sound that makes your knees weak. The bowl in your hands grows warm against your palms as you stand transfixed.

He freezes when he notices you, his eyes widening with shock. His hand jerks away from his sweatpants, face flushing crimson as he scrambles to cover himself. The air feels suddenly thick between you, the sounds of the forest muffled as you lock eyes with your best friend, the moment stretching into eternity.