Conversion Camp

Hey people!!I'm very excited to share my first official fanfiction to my book :)I am after all my own biggest fan and I love to feed my readers too so I couldn't resist haha

I don't remember who requested this one but the prompt was kinda like "what if Maurice did go to that conversion camp after all? Three weeks away from society with a bunch of gay guys? Fun. But he's taken tho. But what if he wasn't?"

So that's what this fanfiction is about. It's not canon, Maurice is single in this AU, and he did go to the camp instead of moving out. Have fun :D

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TagsPower bottoming (in a way?)Neurodivergent charactersExplicit sexual content Trans charactersCasual hookupsBottom x BottomAccidental voyeurism

Disclaimers ⚠️Homophobia TransphobiaTalk about abuseTalk about domestic violence

(5.8 words)

Enjoy!

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Had it been a bad idea not to listen to Tim? Yes. Should he have moved out and cut off his mother instead of shying away from the confrontation and going with what she was saying? Absolutely. And yet, here he was. Way too deep into this shit.

The bus ride had been about three hours and the bus was full of guys around his age. He hadn't found the courage to talk o anyone yet, but that would probably change soon. He had to share a room with them after all.

Maurice grabbed his suitcase out of the big pile and quietly followed the group to where everyone else was going. They had all been assigned their sleeping places prior.

They would all sleep in so called "bungalows", though with one look at them, Maurice decided that "shed" would come closer to the whatever those little housing places scattered around the area were.

They consisted of only three rooms: one bedroom, one bathroom, and one that looked like a mix between a kitchen and a library.

Maurice set his stuff down, looking around the room. One boy was already putting his stuff away into the lockers, another one entered the room just now. He looked terrible. Dark eyebags, black eyeshadow around his hooded eyes, red cheeks that didn't appear to be a natural blush.

He was skinny, almost terrifyingly so, and his red dyed hair was covering his face partly. Maurice imagined running his hand through it. It looked really soft. Though he guessed it was probably crunchy from all the dying and bleaching the boy did.

"Matt." The boy said after a while, and it's then Maurice realized he'd been staring.

"Oh- sorry, yeah. I'm Maurice." Maurice gave him a little smile that wasn't returned. Matt looked like he went through some shit on the way here. It wasn't surprising.

Most people didn't apply for a three week conversion camp voluntarily. Still, Maurice couldn't help but feel like this guy came here straight from hell. Or gay from hell, that is, considering their situation.

Matt tossed his stuff onto a bed across the room and opened his suitcase. Maurice watched him stand there unmoving for a moment before almost aggressively grabbing into his suitcase, pulling out a stuffed dog and plopping back onto the bed, hugging the plushie.

Maurice was almost in awe of him, if he didn't look so terrifying in the corner of his bed. He wouldn't be surprised if the guy would cut off any hand trying to take that little dog plushie from him.

Another guy stepped into the room and Maurice gulped. How old was this guy? He couldn't be much older than him, but he was almost twice his size. He looked intimidating, Maurice thought. But that suddenly changed when the guy saw Maurice sitting on the bed and flashed him a smile.

"Hi, I'm Rowan." Maurice gave him a confused nod, looking the guy up and down again. He suddenly noticed that his clothes weren't matching his physique at all. His chubby, tall body was dressed in soft pastels, a big cropped hoodie that looked comically large considering his size, and light blue baggy jeans. Maurice was definitely not staring. No way.

"I'm Maurice." He introduced himself once again. Rowan nodded, turning around to face Matt. "And you are?" No answer. "Matt."Maurice says after a moment of awkward silence. "He said he was Matt."

Rowan looked between the two, his big smile never faltering. "Nice to meet you, Matt." "I'm Jovan." The boy who had been putting his stuff away joins them now. "I suppose we'll be spending these three weeks together in here."

Maurice just nods, clearing his throat. He felt really awkward about this. He wasn't used to this much company all around the clock.

"So, who send y'all here?" Jovan asks casually, grabbing a can of Monster energy from his suitcase that seemed nearly half packed with these. He opens it and sits down on Maurice's bed next to him like it's no big deal. Like Maurice wasn't totally overwhelmed with the situation.

"Uh- my mom." He answered, pursing his lips. "Oh shit, she bad?" "Kinda, I guess." Maurice shrugged. "Damn man, sorry to hear that. What about emo boy, who sent you into this hellhole?"

Matt just stared at him for a moment, and suddenly Jovan got up. "Energy drink?" He grinned. Matt sat up straight and Jovan went over to his suitcase, pulling out another can. He tossed it, Matt catching it effortlessly.

"Both parents." He just replied dryly before opening the can and gulping down the liquid. Maurice couldn't imagine it would taste well. But each to their own, he supposed.

"And you?" Jovan looked at Rowan now."You look like you secretly get into drag when no one's at home." Jovan grinned even wider. Maurice wondered how anyone could be this extroverted, or how he was being so joyful and confident in a place like this.

"Well you're not totally wrong about that." Rowan sat down on a little desk they had in the small room, and Maurice wondered for a second if it would break under his weight. But it didn't. He looked so sweet sitting there.

Maurice felt like he fell into some kind of weird cross-over movie scene and was meeting the weird main character ensemble. It was a whole rollercoaster."My parents insisted I go here to make me straight. Even though I am."

"You are?" Jovan gave him a once-over. "Don't look like it, man." "Actually-" Rowan have him an awkward smile now. "It's uh, not man. That's... that's the point."

"Not man?" Jovan wasn't catching up. "Whatcha mean not man?" "He's trans, idiot." Matt suddenly spoke up. "Ohhhh- wait really? Damnnn didn't think so." "Are you a girl, then?" Maurice asked curiously.

"Yep." Rowan smiled at him again, and in that moment, Maurice thought it fitted perfectly into that round, cute face. "I'm just a really big...girl. And I go by she her." Maurice nodded. "And your name?"

"Right, yeah..." Maurice watched her bite her lip, face getting a bit flushed. "I've uh, never really come out to anyone before except my own family, so..." She chuckled nervously. "I've never been called by that name before."

"Oh." Maurice gave her a sympathetic look. "Well what is it sis, now we wanna know." Jovan crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Oh uh, it's Amelia."

"Huh. That's different. I like it. So you're the only girl here, then?" Jovan glanced over at Maurice, then at Matt. "Y'all got anything to tell us?" "I'm nonbinary." Matt shrugged, drinking more of the sickening sweet drink in his hand.

"So they them?" "Yeah." "Got it." Jovan gave Matt finger guns."Do you consider yourself gay if you're nonbinary?" Amelia asked. "Yes." "Why?"

"Because I'm not straight." "Fair point I guess." "Alright, so we got that down. Any more coming out?" Jovan looked at Maurice now. "Don't look at me, I'm just gay and... boring. Just a guy." "A femboy, then. Moving on."

Maurice looked at him baffled as he tilted back his energy drink and put it aside. "If anyone wanna sneak out at night, do it after midnight, they check the rooms every one to two hours, so make sure you're back before that."

"How do you know that?" Amelia asked with an intrigued expression. "This ain't my first ride, sweetheart." Jovan plopped back on his own bed, grabbing his phone.

"If you're gonna hook up, be so kind and don't do it in the bedroom. Usually people use the kitchen since the bathrooms are fuckin' nasty." "People hook up on this camp?" Amelia looked up at him surprised.

"Girl-" Jovan looked at her with a cocked up brow. "All day all night all around the clock. This camp is 99% filled with a bunch of horny, gay teenagers, the other 1% are trans people like you but you can still get it, there's enough bi guys here and they're not picky."

"You're something." Amelia chuckled, but the blush on her face is still evident.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The same evening, they have their first community meet up. They do some activities to get to know each other, the atmosphere quite awkward and there's a weird tension in the air that Maurice can't quite put his finger on.

They're eventually divided into smaller groups and have these little meetings with one of the self proclaimed "therapists" at the camp. Maurice loses it the moment that he steps into the room and behind him enters a woman. What the hell does she know about gay guys?

Apparently, she had a gay son whom she "turned straight" again by leading him in faith and making him see that homosexuality isn't what the lord would have wanted for him.

Maurice called bullshit that the poor boy actually became straight again. He's heard of people faking it. He wasn't much different. He would fake it if it did anything. But his situation just wasn't that simple.

The woman made them talk about their experiences. Except they didn't, and she was frustrated, and Maurice wondered if this was her first time here too or if she had any experience talking to young, queer people.

Maurice just kept glancing over at Matt who was sitting next to him, rocking back and forth the entire time while not saying a single word. Maurice noticed from the start that they seemed to dissociate a lot. But now he felt like they weren't present throughout the entire session.

By the time it was over, Maurice felt violated in at least five different ways and hate-crimed in ten, walking back to their shared room after barely having anything for dinner.

Tim had been right. This place was going to traumatize them. He couldn't wait for them to tell him more about how flawed he was, how wrong he was, how no one would ever truly love him the way he was, because homosexual love wasn't real love in the first place.

He wanted to call Tim so badly, but he didn't wanna hear the "I told you so"s and the surely coming "why don't you call your mom and tell her xy to get out of there?" He didn't get it. There was nothing in this world that would make his mother get him out of this place now that he was here. Tim just underestimated how crazy his mother truly was.

"Sorry about that stuff with your mother." Maurice looked up in surprise, looking at Matt who was staring at him from their bed. They were hugging the plushie again.

"Uh- yeah... You...listened?" "Kind of." Maurice nodded, not sure if he should ask further questions or if Matt wanted to be left alone.

"My parents hit me too." "Huh?" "They hit me too." "Yeah I- I got that, just- I never... mentioned...?" "I can tell." Maurice went silent at that. In the same moment, the door opened ang Jovan walked in.

"Hey guys— no sorry, hey guy and genderless person, am I interrupting something?" He fell back onto his bed. "How was the torture sesh?"

"How are you so energetic all of the time?" Maurice frowned at him. "It's called smiling through the pain, alright. I just choose to be happy even though life's shit. Why aren't you asking emo boy- emo person, why they're so down all the time?"

"Well..." Maurice thought about it for a bit before nodding. "I guess you have a point." "Listed buddy," Jovan sits up, pointing at Maurice. "I am having a good time by choosing to ignore all the bullshit they tell us here. Don't believe them a word. Not a single one, or they get you hooked. Trust me. I've seen guys lose their absolute shit in this place. Three weeks is a long time. Don't let them get under your skin."

Maurice nodded, understanding that Jovan genuinely meant what he was saying. Everyone had their way of dealing with things after all. He wasn't gonna judge.

The door opened again, and this time it was Amelia, tears streaming down her cheeks. Maurice immediately got up, walking over to her with a worried expression.

"Hey what happened?" He frowned, hesitating to put a hand on her shoulder. They weren't all that close, but Amelia looked like she was in desperate need of a hug.

He opened his arms a little, letting out a little yelp when Amelia crushed into him, squeezing Maurice tight. It was hard breathing with how strong she was, but Maurice would bear it for her sake.

"My parents told them I'm trans..." She muttered, voice deep and raw, it sounded like she's been crying a lot. "They said I'm a failed person, that I could never be seen as a woman, that no man would ever want me—"

"Stop it." Jovan suddenly got up from his bed and walked over to them. "They're talking bullshit. Don't even think about what they say. Don't move their words around in your head. Ain't no one gon' tell you who you can or can't be. If you say you're a girl then you're a girl. And if you fuck guys then you're straight. They can't tell you otherwise. Don't even cry about it."

She nodded, wiping some tears out of her face. "I know I don't pass—" "You don't have to." Matt suddenly says from his bed. "Fuck them cis people and their opinions on your body."

"What they're saying." Jovan doubled down. "People will always see me as a guy." Amelia mutters, trying to regain a steady breath after crying, hoping she won't tear up all over again.

"Just shitty people." Maurice said, patting over her back. "Guys don't like me, though. They're right about that." "Ay-" Jovan chuckled, lips curling up into that sly grin again that Maurice noticed from the beginning on.

"Don't say that before you haven't met a guy who likes chubby girls and girl dick, will ya." Maurice looked at Jovan with wide eyes, not knowing what to say moving from here.

"What? I'm telling the truth." Maurice was still speechless, and Jovan just laughed now. "Come on, I'm trynna cheer her up! Help me out here! You can't tell me she ain't fine as hell, that's just not fair."

"You think I'm pretty?" Amelia looked at him as if he was about to yell "sike" and laugh at her. Jovan just give her a little smirk, trailing his eyes over her body for a moment.

"I'd have to be blind to say no to that question baby." "I can't believe you." Maurice rolled his eyes at him. "Hey, let me shoot my shot brother, support me here." "Support you my ass. You're just flirting and not exactly good."

"Yeah right. I bet you like playing hard to get and need to be won over by some crazy ass emotional rollercoaster shitshow. I'm just testing my luck alright? A pretty girl is a pretty girl." Maurice huffed but let them to it.

"Aren't you gay, thought?" Amelia asked him a bit unsure. "Don't worry baby girl, I swing both ways." Jovan said with an overly flirty voice. Maurice almost couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or cringe. But Amelia seemed flustered, and oh well, at least she wasn't crying anymore.

He tried to block out Jovan's hardcore flirting and Amelia's shy answers, voice deep and a bit raspy from all the crying earlier. Maurice found himself sitting on his bed again, only noticing then that Matt was staring at him again.

Maurice looked away for a moment, then back at Matt, awkwardly clearing his throat as they were still staring. "Did I say anything?" "Hm?" Maurice shifted awkwardly in his place.

"Did I was something wrong, or...?" "No." Matt replied shortly. "Do you smoke?" "Uh—"

"Damn I thought I was getting in the game." Jovan grinned at them. Maurice glanced over at him, eyes falling onto the arm around Amelia's waist. It was a bit of a stretch since she was big, and Jovan seemed delightful holding her.

"Yes or no?" Matt asked again. "Not really, but I'll go with you if that was...the question." Matt looked at him for a moment , then shrugged. "Alright."

They grabbed a package of cigarettes out of their suitcase and a lighter, getting up. "When we get back you better be fully dressed." They muttered as they walked past the two lovebirds, Amelia blushing furiously.

Maurice follows Matt behind the community building, watching them light a cigarette and sit down on the grass. He sits down next to them, leaning back against the wall.

"You got a boy at home?" Matt asked, not looking at him. The view from here was beautiful, so Maurice couldn't blame him. "It's... complicated." "Why?" Maurice shrugged.

"I'm not really dating anyone. No. I am talking to someone, but it's...not really worth mentioning. There's nothing really going on and there won't be." "So y'all just fucking hm?"

Maurice tried to hide his blush, wanting to seem mature, but pretty much failed. "You could say it like that, yeah, why not." He sighed.

"You ever hook up?" "Not a lot, why?" Matt shrugged. "Do you?" Maurice asked in return."Yep." "I see."

There was a pause where they only heard the sounds of the forest and the wind surrounding them. A few birds were singing to the setting sun, the golden light engulfing their surroundings beautifully. This could almost be a beautiful place if not for the situation they were in.

"You're not gonna slut shame me?" "Hm?" Maurice looked at Matt again, waking up from his little daydream. "Slut shame you? For what?" "Hooking up." Maurice shrugged. "If you like it."

Matt nodded, looking deeply in thought. "Why do you talk so little?" Maurice asked them after another moment of silence. "I don't talk when I have nothing to say." "That makes sense."

Maurice watched them as they blew out smoke through their lips, a dry lick of their tongue going over their pierced lips. Maurice had never thought much about piercings before. But snake bites were certainly something, now that he did think about it.

"How did you know about...my mom?" "I know a domestic violence victim when I see one." "How?" "Takes one to know one." "Right... you mentioned that. Sorry about that."

Maurice lowered his gaze, looking down and ripping out some grass, playing with the blades. "When did it start for you?" Matt asked him, more smoke escaping their chapped lips and fading away into the fresh air.

"As a teenager. You?" "At five." "I'm sorry." "Don't pity me. I got enough pity." "Sorry." Matt glanced at him for a moment.

"You got an obsession with saying sorry or something?" "Sorry I—" Maurice shut his mouth, staring a bit caught off guard into his lap. "What the hell..." He muttered under his breath.

"You're good." Matt just said, bringing their cigarette back to their lips, taking a long drag. "I never noticed I said it so much." Matt shrugged. "You don't notice until someone tells you." "I guess so, yeah..."

"If you find a boyfriend... don't let him go. If he can safe you out of your home, don't let him go. Even if he's toxic." "Wouldn't that just make it worse if he's toxic?" Maurice frowned a little.

"Anything to break the cycle of abuse." "If you say so." "I made that mistake once and I ended up here." "How so?" Maurice raised his eyebrows.

Matt grinded the glowing rest of their cigarette against a rock, leaning back against the wall too. "I moved out with a boyfriend at 16 to get away from my family. He was a toxic guy so I broke up with him. I had to go back to my family. They obviously then knew I'm gay. So they sent me here."

"Oh. I'm s-" "No you're not." "Ah yeah right. Uh... That...sucks?" "Yep." Maurice almost had to laugh. He felt ridiculous.

"Wow. Life's so fucked up." "Yeah. Wanna fuck about it?" "Huh?" Maurice thought he hadn't heard him right the first time. "I said, wanna fuck about it?" "What like... You and me?" "You see anyone else around?" "No..." "Then yeah, you and me."

Maurice stared at him like his brain stopped working. "You can just say no, y'know." "No I- ahm... Just like that? We barely...know each other?" "Sweet." "Am I behaving like a virgin?" Maurice sighs.

"A little bit." Matt answers, and Maurice can't help but blink at him even more caught off guard. "Okay..." "You wanna or not?" "Uh, fine, I guess... I didn't- I wasn't prepared that...on the first day here..."

"You heard Jovan. All day, all night, all around the clock." "Yeah. I guess so. Maybe I'm just acting like a virgin." "Whatever. Here or inside?" "Here??" Maurice was getting more and more overwhelmed with everything.

"Fine, let's use the kitchen then." "Yeah- that..." Matt got up and Maurice just followed them, feeling a bit foolish. He wasn't a virgin, for fuck's sake.

Matt knocked on the door before entering their room, and when they stepped inside they could see Jovan and Amelia sitting together on a bed, both giggling at something on Jovan's phone. Matt walked past them wordlessly, pulling a little bag out of his suitcase before leaving to the kitchen.

"Watcha up to?" Jovan asked, looking up at them just as Maurice was following Matt into the kitchen. "Personal business." Matt said dryly, pulling the door shut and locking it from the inside.

"Ay, you traitors!" Jovan yelled after them, but Matt didn't seem bothered in the slightest bit.

"Over the desk fine with you? We don't have the luxury of a whole couch unless you wanna do it on that nasty armchair." "Desk is fine." Maurice said after taking one look at the armchair. It really didn't look very inviting.

The faux fur looked old and rancid, not something he wanted to sit on, even less undressed. Matt opened their little bag and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.

"Prepared, I see." Maurice tried to joke, gasping when Matt tossed both items at him and he barely caught them. "H-huh?" "C'mon, we don't have all day. They're doing room checks." "Yeah- yea sure..."

Maurice looked at the items in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, not exactly knowing how to proceed from here. With Tim and Berdar it was always so easy. He just went with the flow, not having to think about much in the process. All of their shenanigans usually started with making out, but he wasn't sure if Matt would be up fir that.

"Are you gonna undress or just stand there all day?" "No yeah-" Maurice put the things down on the desk and took his hoodie off. Matt followed his actions, sitting up on the desk before starting to take off his jeans too. Maurice did the same before awkwardly grabbing the condom and handing it to them. Matt raised an eyebrow.

"What? You can't open it yourself?" "Huh- I can, I just... You want me to...do it for you?" Maurice hesitated, and Matt narrowed their eyes at Maurice. "You... you top, right?" Maurice froze in his spot. "Oh-"

It was silent for a moment, awkward tension spreading in the room. "Great." Matt took he condom from him and tossed it away. "Sorry." "There's the bad word again." "Yeah right."

"Well at least we have similar preferences, I guess." Matt scooted back on the desk. "Get up here." Maurice followed his instructions a bit hesitantly. This was really embarrassing. Matt had taken him for a top. Of course.

He was build like it, he assumed. Big guy with muscles and broad shoulders? Of course Matt would think that he was a top. His eyes grew wide when Matt casually slipped down his briefs, getting comfortable on the wooden desk. Only then he realized the expectant look on their face, and Maurice followed suit.

"Can I?" "Yeah." Maurice replied, feeling way too nervous for this. Matt grabbed for his dick without hesitation, stroking him slowly until he started to harden.

Maurice blushed furiously, Matt's eyes fixed on his lap. When Maurice was nearly fully hard, Matt leaned down to wrap their lips around Maurice's tip, sliding down his length slowly, twirling his tongue in circles around him.

Maurice bit onto his own hand to surpress a surprised moan, hips bucking up almost on instinct. Matt didn't seem bothered by it, sliding all the way down and starting to bop their head slowly, making Maurice see stars. They grabbed the base of his dick, squeezing his balls with their other hand, and Maurice almost screamed from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

Matt sucked him off like a pro, not gagging even once. Maurice sucked in a breath, still desperately trying to keep in all the embarrassing sounds he knew he would otherwise make. It was only when he was throwing his head back with a high whine that Matt lifted their head again, looking up at Maurice.

"If I make you cum you gotta return the favor." Maurice looked at them, trying to understand the words through the mind fog of an impending orgasms and nodded.

"Yeah I'll... I'll do that."He muttered breathlessly. "Good." With that Matt grabbed his dick again and went all the way down on it, sucking hard. Maurice let out a surprises moan, hips stuttering up.

Matt grabbed his thigh, pushing it out of the way, and Maurice thought it was the hottest thing in the world. His orgasm hit him like a truck and he came with a little cry, down Matt's throat.

Matt pulled off and slipped off the desk, walking over to a trash can to spit out the contents of his mouth. This wasn't something Maurice was used to, and it felt almost wrong to him. But he remembered that they were just being casual, just getting each other off, and cum could really be disgusting if you thought about it. He just never minded.

Matt walked back over after emptying their mouth, hopping back onto the desk. "How would you rate my head on a scale from one to ten?" Maurice looked at them a bit caught off guard. "Huh?"

"How would you rate it? Like, zero for super shit, ten for best you ever had." "Oh, uh..." Maurice blinked a few times, still basking slightly in the afterglow of his orgasm. "I guess like... A solid 9?"

Matt grins a little. Maurice suddenly noticed that they looked super pretty with a smile. It's just not something they show a lot. "Alright, your turn." "Yeah, sure, um, do you want head too, or..?"

"Have you used fingers before?" "Not on someone else." "Do you feel comfortable trying it?" "I could?" "Is that a yes?" "Yes." "Kay."

Matt grabbed for the lube bottle they had abandoned earlier and tossed it over at Maurice. He coated his fingers and warmed it up a little before looking up at Matt again. It was hard to meet their eyes, but they seemed less stressed about all this.

"Just try, if it doesn't work out you can blow me." "Yeah- sure." Maurice gave them a shy smile. He wasn't used to such a bold attitude. But he complied, scooting closer.

Matt leaned back, putting their weight on their arms and letting their legs fall open. Maurice took a deep breath. It's been a long time since he's hooked up with anyone, and this was new territory for him. But Matt seemed so calm about it all. And that was staring to rub off on him.

So he exhaled slowly before bringing his hand closer and slowly circling their rim and pressing one finger inside. He stopped, looking up at Matt who had a quite neutral expression.

Maurice asked himself if they were so indifferent to this all or if he was doing it wrong. He himself could not stay that calm. But he chose to ignore the doubts and push his finger inside fully, pumping it slowly, letting Matt adjust before adding a second.

When he could comfortably move two fingers in and out, he tried curling them a little. He felt over the warm walls, rubbing against them in hopes of finding the right spot. It took him a while longer than he was hoping, but finally his fingers brushed that perfect spot and Matt let out a strangled sound, one Maurice hadn't thought a human could make.

"There." Matt said, plain and simple, almost like a demand. But Maurice could obey, and he pressed his fingers into the spot, over and over and over again until Matt was breathing heavily, shifting to rest on their elbows.

"Harder." Matt panted out, eyes closed and breath unsteady. Maurice obliged, jabbing his fingers directly into the spot again and again, and more sounds fell from Matt's lips. Maurice felt them getting close, tightening around his fingers, and their dick twitching helplessly on their stomach.

It surely was a sight to see. Matt was gorgeous like this, and Maurice wanted to commit this scene to memory forever if he could. Matt eventually reached down to grab his dick, tugging on it fast and dry before cumming with a groan and falling back onto their back. Maurice slowed down his movements, waiting until Matt loosened up a little before slowly pulling out his fingers.

"Are you gonna rate me?" He asked a bit comically, almost expecting an annoyed look from Matt. "Six out of ten, good but needs some work. Clearly your first time. Good for your first time though."

Maurice couldn't help but let out a laugh. He had just hooked up with an almost-stranger, received head and fingered them and then been rated for his lack of skill. This was so crazy to him, he needed a moment to think about it.

Matt already sat up, grabbing a paper towel to clean themselves up and slipped into their briefs and pants again.

"I had a good time. Even though you're a bottom. I like you." "Oh." Maurice wasn't sure what to say but nodded along. "Oh?" "Yeah, um... Thanks, I guess?" "You're being awkward." "Sorry."

Matt stared at him intensely until Maurice caught up. "Right, right, the word again." "What is it, then? Why are you awkward? I mean right now, not generally." Maurice thought about their question for a Mt. Why was he?

"You're intimidating." Was the best he could come up with. "Me?" Matt pointed at themselves surprised. "How so?"

"You know what you're doing and you know what you want and how to ask for it and... I don't know. Your confidence is intimidating. And that you barely seemed phased at all about what I did..."

He added the last part almost mumbling, not wanting to come across as childish or too insecure. Thought he's probably failed that mission a long time ago.

"Am I less verbal than what you're used to during sex?" "Uh-" Maurice stared at them for an awkward moment before nodding. Matt shrugged.

"Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I did. I told you I did." "Right, yeah." "What else?" "Hm?" "What else is making you feel intimidated by me?"

"I don't know, just...you. In general. I don't know." "Because I'm less expressive?" "A little, yeah." "That's just because I'm autistic."

Maurice stared at them for a long moment. Then everything suddenly fell into place. Like pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly, and the picture slowly becoming clearer. Maurice smiled.

"You're cool. I like you." He said, grabbing his pants to put them on again. "Likewise." Matt replied. "Do you hear this a lot?" "That I'm intimidating?""Yes."

"I see. Must get annoying." "It's less annoying than being bullied." "Also true." Maurice nodded. "Are we friends?" Matt looked at him, and Maurice stopped in his tracks.

"Uh... Is that a question or...?" "I'm just asking. Sometimes people wanna go no contact after hooking up." "Oh. No we're good. We can be friends." Maurice said with a reassuring smile.

"You're cute. I hope that guy you're on 'it's complicated' terms with snatches you." Maurice had to laugh at that, buckling his belt.

"Thanks. I think you're handsome." "What about me is handsome?" "Your piercings." Maurice said without thinking, before feeling really stupid for saying that. Matt grinned a little again.

"I was assuming you would draw the line somewhere, but if you want you could find out how they feel." "I can?" "Yeah."

Maurice stepped closer to them and brought his hand up, but before he could come close to Matt's face, they grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, faces only inches apart.

"Coward. Do it right." Maurice gulped, not expecting this. But he wasn't gonna complain either. He leaned in closer, testing the waters. When Matt didn't pull away, he closed the gap between their lips and kissed them gently.

The metal wasn't too cold, probably warmed by their body heat, but a stark contrast of harshness against the soft lips. Maurice felt how chapped they were, but it didn't really bother him at all.

He licked over Matt's bottom lip, feeling the thin metal rings on his tongue, sucking lightly on the bottom lip. Matt let him do what he wanted for the most part, kissing back when Maurice got a little ahead of himself.

"Sorry uh-" Maurice pulled away with a blush spreading over his cheeks. "They feel nice," He muttered. "Good to know. Wanna go back? Chill on the bed?" "Sure." Maurice nodded.

They headed back to the door, stopping immediately upon opening it. "Gross."Matt stated, but they didn't move an inch. Jovan looked up at them, a grin on his face as he panted.

"You're no better." He stated matter-of-factly, before leaning down to a heavily blushing Amelia. Maurice turned around quickly, getting even more red. This wasn't something he'd been prepared to see.

"You're not the only one having good trans sex here." Maurice heard Jovan say, before the door closed again and Matt stood next to him. "Let's not chill on the beds." "Yeah," Maurice chuckled, staring at the ground. "Let's not."

That's ittttHow do you like it?I'm kind of passionate about autistic gender-non-confirming people with dyed hair and sleeping issues I wonder why lol

If I get a really good idea I could imagine a part two to this but we'll see.I have some other fanfics standing out that some of y'all wanted to see, so I'll probably do those first.

Vote and comment if you liked it, and see y'all soon <33