Sign for Me Ch. 02

First days here were annoying as hell. There is no privacy; I miss my room. I miss my online games. I miss my skate board. I knew I sulked but I didn't seem to be able to stop my foul mood at all. After the initial shock of meeting with the blue haired teen god I had soon realized he wasn't going to make things easier to me here.

Dion had been nothing but nice to me - I give him that - showing me around the camp site and the people here. His easy going personality seems to out win everyone I have ever met. Well, everyone here has been really nice. Most of the kids are younger than me, which doesn't bother me much since I didn't plan to hang out with them any more than I had to.

After poorly slept first nights I was starting to feel like an idiot. A jerk really. I just didn't know how to change how I felt -- how I acted. I had to fight to even be polite sometimes. Not sleeping is making me feel like a time bomb; I was 'bout to explode one way or the other. Thoughts run in circles in my mind, keeping me alert. Mostly how I hate my life and how unfair it feels not to be the way I used to be. And then there was Dion, of course.

I have a perfect roommate, even WHICH makes me angry. Dion's asleep the minute his head hits the pillow. Can't blame him really, he's always really busy buzzing around with the camp stuff. I stay awake for hours, listening his breathing and imagining all the stuff I wanted to do with him -- not all stuff sexual!

It was not cool to drool after Dion. I had pushed "the gay" out of my life ever since I figured out I liked boy parts more than girlie ones. Now... the best specimen of boy parts was around me almost every hour of the day. And I was hornier than ever. Covering my indecent popper at breakfast or during group reading time is a pain. At least at home I could pretend "the gay" didn't exist at all. I have promised myself I wouldn't explore that secret before I moved out and started my college life.

Going to college. Bah. It seemed like million years away now. There was a good change I didn't even get through my last year in high school.

A hand on my shoulder stopped my inner rant. I tuned my face toward the attractive herbal scent I had learnt to be Dion's, fully ready to object anything he suggests. Shit. He was waving purple swimming shorts in front of me.

"C'mon, Nemo. It'll be fun!" His fingers signed eloquently.

I shook my head furiously.

"Don't be a spoil-sport." The bout on his face was funny as hell but I was not laughing - or giving in!

No. No. No. No. I really, really didn't wanna go swimming!

No way was I going to reveal my body in front of anyone. I looked so pale compared to most kids and definitely compared to Dion, who had developed very impressive tan in just couple of days. Dion had taken up the opportunity to swing his band shirts off as soon as possible and let the sun beams, as well as my spying eyes, caress his nicely toned upper body. Since I gladly hid behind my sunglasses, I could study Dion, the teen god, quite often.

But swimming was not an option, not for me. As well as being white as linen, I also was famous of flashing full body blushes. And that was my biggest fear.

And I didn't want to show the spots the puberty had risen on my back. If I could be thankful of something, it was that the spots were easy to hide under the shirts. If they were on my face I would just die. Not that I was vain or anything. I was just aware of how unappealing I looked already. Ever since the swimming practices became optional I had avoided them at the gym classes. That meant I had not dipped more than toes in a pool or the sea for 7 years, and I could honestly say I probably would sink like a stone to the bottom if I even tried swimming.

So, no swimming for me.

"Oh Nemo... don't make me force you... I'll tickle attack you if I have to!" Dion's fake- evil grin stopped my muffled protest. "It is gonna be fun to jump from the pier now that the stand is all secured." Dion was wearing only his multicolor goofy looking Bermuda shorts that hang dangerously low on his lean hips. He took a stand in front of me with a sexy pose holding his hands on his hip bones. "You can borrow these if you don't have your own swimming shorts with you, like I suspect."

"Dion, you are blocking my sun." I hoped I looked serious.

"As if you are taking in any sun under your shirt and khakis... What are you afraid of?" I had started to get used to the sign language when Dion spoke to me. I had even learned few signs too just by being exposed to them over and over again. Dion's blue hair was apparently just long enough to reach into a really short ponytail on the top of his head. With anyone else it would have looked ridiculous but with Dion it was just perfect. When the hair was away from his face, his cheekbones seemed to arch even higher and his eyebrows really came to sight. Dion had the thickest brows possible, black and curving perfectly.

"I can still enjoy the sun without wanting to get skin cancer, thank you very much." I made an international sign with my middle finger. Then I blushed. Gods how stupid I was. That wasn't even funny, that was rude. "I'm sorry."

"Nemo, don't worry about it. I won't tell Sandra, not if you agree to at least some exposure of the water. Besides, that was the first sign you made without being self-conscious." Dion beamed at me with a smile and a weird shake of his hips.

"Ok then, deal. But I decide on the amount of exposure." I couldn't really say no to him. Or not smile back at him.

"Put the Harry Potter aside now... Tia, Jones and Terri are already by the river. I can't leave them alone for too long."

Oh good, the fan-gang of Dion's.

***

What have I gotten myself into? I wondered as I followed Dion to the pier.

The younger kids were already wading into the water as we reached the banks. Mosquitos were a massive pain and the sun made me burst into full sweat - yeah, the water was starting to be a really inviting option...

"C'mon Nemo, it is not deep at this point. I never asked if you can swim." Dion spoke without signing the last sentence.

Oohh... Dion was sensitive. I felt a blush creeping on me again. He didn't want the other kids hear his question about my swimming skills. "I'm not sure actually... The last time I swam when I was 10." Speaking of total embarrassment...

"Oh... Hey, that's ok Nemo. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. What do you say we come here tonight just the two of us and try out the basics; let it come back to you naturally without any pressure?" Still no signing.

"The two of us?" My blush deepened. "Is it ok if I this time just sit at the end of the pier and read there?" I hoped he'd say yes.

"No reading now, Nemo! You are up for some action now!"

"Huh?"

"Take of your khakis or roll them over your knees and you can come to the water. We can play water ball! The more participants, the better!"

"But I don't know how..."

"No excuses! Hehehe. You just need to catch and throw the ball, Right Tia? And try not to get all wet." A wide smile decorated his face as he signed with the latte skinned, cute little teen, obviously totally smitten by him.

Not getting wet... I already saw myself dripping wet in minutes, but hey! I won't need to undress or swim.

Fifteen minutes later I was screaming with Dion and the kids. Hearing people would never normally let out such crazy noises as we did. Since there was no one listening us playing around, we let it all out. Our shrieks must have echoed far away in the woods, scaring all living creatures. The thought made me loosen up even more. I could not believe I found the water games quite liberating and the water cooling and enjoyable!

I was actually thankful to Dion for blackmailing me and bringing me along. Despite all my efforts to resist his charms I failed every time. This had been the marching order with us from the start. I might complain, but I was always secretly happy to be coerced by him.

***

By the time everyone at the camp had turned into their cabins we were all ready for our "private" late night swim practice. I LOVED how naughty that sounded in my head. Then I inwardly kicked myself for inappropriate lusting. The great chap Dion was, he had even packed us some marshmallows to heat by a bonfire. He made this evening together sound more like hanging out as friends than general camp stuff, since we didn't ask anyone else to join us or even tell others about our plan.

I assume I was secretly reading more to our night swim. I was wondering about a possibility of this being a semi-date even. How foolish of me, but I just could not help myself.

I hadn't been able to eat my bread and yogurt at supper due to the excitement and my nerves. We'd sat at the table with Sandra and two older teens that had lost their hearing at later age. That meant they could also speak with me so that I understood them and Dion translated my speech to them in sign language.

That was not much of a task since I didn't really talk much; I'd been deep in my daydreams and just sat there with a hopelessly idiotic smile on my face trying not to laugh at the faces Dion kept making at me.

Most of the time during various dinners, I just sat there and stared at my plate.

Even if I hoped for something more than just swimming lessons, I was also desperately aware of how far-fetched my thoughts were. Dion was so much out of my league - he was like the camp superstar. And I felt like a groupie, one of oh so many, following him around.

But he had been the one asking me. I never suggested anything or went without him asking me first!

Yet, he always did. Dion made me feel special. After months of being a recluse I felt strange being around someone almost 24/7. I was suddenly visible again. I had someone I didn't have to hide myself from; someone, who didn't cry for my deafness. Someone, who didn't think of it as a big deal, someone, who didn't see me as handicapped; just a plain kid. I had at some point hoped Miles would have been that kind of friend to me, but after last school year I just could not feel comfortable with him anymore. I had become invisible to him. Him showing up at my doorstep as I was leaving to the dead-by-boredom-with-bunch-of-baby-teen-kids camp, like NOTHING had happened, had been a mood-killer. Not that I was in the mood of having fun in the first place. I didn't want to think about my back-stabbing friend.

Dion saw me and made the effort. I'd focus on that, even if it meant sleepless nights facing my issues.

I think my crush on him had turned into a deeper admiration too, but the crushing part was still there as well. I had hard-ons almost every time I let myself enjoy his beauty without being in danger of getting caught by other happy campers. I didn't want to come out as a drooling idiot, but that didn't mean I wasn't one.

"Daydreaming again?"

"Hmmm... What?"

"I think everyone is in their beds by now... We can sneak out if you are still on? Can you hear the call of Bigfoot in the night?" Dion made fun of my fear of the forest. I never went too deep in and never alone. I hated all the scary stories people told at the camp fires and I hated the thought of getting lost and eaten by some boy-hungry bear. Heck I was even scared by the deer and screamed like a girl when I first time met the raccoon that hung around a lot by the camp area - especially at the garbage times.

"You are the only Bigfoot around these woods I bet, har-har." I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it on him, instantly regretting it. Dion gave me a stern look -- yes, he can look intimidating -- then rushed to me, colliding us both on the bed.

Air was squeezed out of my lungs, not by the impact but by simply being in touching distance of Dion; under him, with a full body contact. I shut my eyes tightly and waited for the infamous tickle punishment, but it never came.

Instead Dion gently shook my shoulder to make me open my eyes.

"Are you ready? There is still enough light to go swimming." Dion almost whispered to me. To be honest I was not sure if a voice even came out of his mouth or if he just mouthed the words to me. I nodded blushing.

He started to pull out of the bed, on my feet, taking me by the hands, making me follow him. "Ok, let's go meet Bigfoot." My trying to lighten the atmosphere failed. Dion just turned his back on me without even a smile at my joke and walked out of the cabin. He didn't look back if I was following.

Great, now I'd fucked it. This was bound to happen. Had he felt me growing hard under him? So, not a date thing. I almost feel like staying in and drowning myself into Hogwarts' world.

***

Unlike before, Dion walked ahead, without paying any notice to me, to the river. I followed him with my heart heavy, kicking myself inwardly like I had become familiar with. This was 'bout to be so awkward now, I bet Dion wants this just over with since he made the suggestion the first place. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why couldn't I just control my sex-drive for once? Dion's friendship had started to mean the world to me. Last time I felt this accepted was with Miles when he defended me the first time against the hulky-idiot jocks in our school. In the past nine months he has started to spend more time with them though. I bet they laughed at me all the time. Miles knew how much it hurt me to see him with the same kids that bullied me. Why did I have to think about Miles again?

I watched Dion's back as he walked in front of me. His blue hair looked almost brown now in the dimming light, sun had almost set. I hadn't even thought about it, but Dion was carrying a lantern with him. Walking back without it in the complete darkness at the narrow path would have been rough. The woods around us were all dark now. I was not as cheery as I had been a few hours back. This just felt like walking into my own funeral. Yeah, aren't I the drama queen? Actually, I felt like I was walking into a horror movie scene! Nobody would hear my scream when my innocent body would vanish to the woods and was never found again. I'd end up a tortured sex-slave to Bigdick -- I meant Bigfoot.

My inner musings haltered as Dion stopped by the river and put the lantern and his backpack down on the pier. Still he didn't turn and look at me. He seemed to be admiring the scenery. It was picturesque, I had to admit.

I stopped about ten feet behind him and thought about the possibility of just turning and running back to the cabin. Would he even notice me gone? I decided not to do that. First: I don't run. Second: it was already dark and unpleasant to walk alone through the woods. Unpleasant, not scary!

After a while of stepping around I just sat on the rocks and waited. I pulled my knees up and hugged them. I could always count the stars that were so much brighter here than in the city.

I didn't get too far with my counting as Dion caught my attention again.

He started to strip, keeping his back at me. He took his band shirt off revealing his bare shoulders and really, really slim waist. Then he pulled off his shorts -- and OMG -- his boxers too! My eyes could have just burned holes to his milk white globes as they were revealed to my sight. They stood out from his otherwise sun kissed color. Dion's butt was just as perfect as the rest of him.

He then walked into the river and dived in. He swam to the middle of the river and then stopped and turned back to look at me. He knew I would be staring at him. I shut my mouth when I noticed my chin hanging. How could I embarrass myself non-stop?

Dion waved at me from the river. He wanted me to follow him?

I hesitated for a moment. Then my will to please him and make things back to normal got to me again and I stood up. Walking down to the pier I thought how stupid it would be to get into the water with my t-shirt and shorts on like earlier. I figured it would be pretty stupid since I didn't bring any change clothes and we had planned to make a fire and spend some time by the swimming place.

"Hurry." Dion waved at me again.

I peeled off my clothes with a rush but left my boxers on. Then I paddled into the water and felt it almost as warm as it was during the mid-afternoon swim.

I dipped myself under water till my neck and stood up again. Water ran along my torso, making me suddenly aware of all my faults again. I had absolutely no muscles to show, my belly was soft, my butt flat and... I covered myself with my hands; my cock seemed to shrink and withdraw inside my body with every passing second that passed. I couldn't remember a time when I was this nervous!

Suddenly a splash of water hit me, startling me from my funk. "C'mon. None of that. Let's stop moping around, 'k?" Dion smiled at me now. Why the sudden change?

I splashed water back at him with a relieved laughter. I didn't really care, as long as he wasn't mad at me!

We played water war for a while and Dion came closer and closer to me. I didn't even notice for a while that it was just me throwing the water around as he stood and took it all in - and looked at me directly at my eye, not smiling.

"What? Are you surrendering to my superiority or something?"

"Yes. I am" The first thing he signed all night as we were together. I did not understand what he signed next since he didn't use voice at all or mouth the words.

"Huh?"

As my mind tried to wrap around what he had signed, Dion paddled right up to me and pulled me into a soft kiss. My first ever kiss.