Dustyn just shrugs after Jayne leaves, totally lost for words. It was so awkward and unbelievable that it didn't seem like it even happened. Nothing THAT embarrassing could be possible. Is it all a dream? What he can be sure of is the fact that he's naked so Dustyn begins to put on his pj's, getting ready for bed. After pulling on his boxers and loose pj bottoms, he leans over and kisses Dallas on the forehead. "Sorry..." he says softly, apologising like it's somehow his fault. He can't help feel guilty. Embarrassing his boyfriend isn't something he takes pleasure in. "At least one of us got to finish." Dustyn chuckles and strokes Dallas' beard before putting his top on. Dustyn was disturbed before managing to reach orgasm. He knows it's going to be killer for a while - having all that pent up energy and nowhere to direct it.

Billy puts an arm around Erich and turns him clockwise, away from Scott and to the direction of Oscar and Riley. "Don't look at him. Don't listen to him. Don't associate with him. We don't need that kind of negativity in our lives." He's pretty serious, he doesn't wish to speak to Scott for a while now. He's annoyed and the idea of mayo is making his stomach churn. "Let's sit with people who have self respect," he says, sitting Erich down on a log with him next to Riley and Oscar. When Erich says that he and Scott should sleep together, he turns around at lightning speed and almost pushes Erich off the log with the force of his nudge. "Hey! I'm not sleeping next to that! I have standards! Granted, they're very low standards...but still..."

Scott just laughs to himself and shakes his head from across the camp, "Drama queens."

"You're a fucking drama queen!" bites Billy, picking up a chocolate bar and throwing it at Scott, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Jayne...you look like you've seen a ghost!" observes Oscar after her return. She was certainly acting different. Her overly casual demeanour is somewhat unnerving to Oscar. She may have been murdered and replaced with a clone in the woods. Weird things happen out there.

"Oh hi Jayne. We're all sharing the one tent now." Again, Billy says it in a matter of fact way. It's not up for debate. She IS sharing with all these guys tonight. "Riley's going to be sleeping closest to the entrance to protect us with his muscles. Why don't you sleep next to him. You think he's the cute one, right?" Billy smirks, recalling earlier today when he clocked Jayne eyeing Riley's muscular physique when he got out the lake. "What do you think, Ri?"

With a blank and distance look on his face, Riley just blurts out, "Are you seeing my feet are cheesy?". All this time he's been processing Erich's remark about his feet being like a fine cheese.

"A girl just seen my willy..." Dustyn says, staring off into space as he recalls the horror while simultaneously trying to erase it from his mind at the same time. Aside from the drunken and self-hate fuelled fumble that resulted in Shay, he doesn't really flaunt it around the opposite sex. He oddly feels more exposed and violated than if it were a guy who walked in. They've all got the same stuff anyway so it wouldn't be a big deal. "You don't have to be sorry...although it does kinda hurt that it was Jayne's presence that made you bust and not mine," he says while giving a cheeky smile, obviously joking around. When Dallas reaches for his waistband, he giggles as he's taken aback by the move. He thought the Jayne thing would've totally killed all momentum. "Dallas!" he exclaims, pretending to be shocked by his boyfriend's naughtiness before giggling and saying, "OK!". Dustyn pulls his pj bottoms and boxers down to just below his butt cheeks, revealing himself. He's at the semi stage, kinda defeated after Jayne's arrival yet growing excited at the idea of some more fun. Dustyn is...quite something down there. Many would kill to mess around with him and it but it's Dallas' personal play thing.

"No, I'm not sleeping in the extra tent by myself!" says Scott like a whiny kid. Funny how they're all feeling somewhat nervous about sleeping alone and all want to be included in the potential snuggle fest in the one tent. It's far from raunchy and suggestive, which it may sound like to others who hear the story of eight celebrities in one tent. It's more about the feeling of security and being together...plus the body heat will definitely be a bonus with the weather out here. "Fine...you can sleep in the tent," says Billy before muttering under his breath; "but far away from me, weirdo."

"Wait...did you genuinely see someone?" Oscar asks, literally on the edge of his seat, growing wide-eyed and alert. He's sceptical on ghosts but doesn't rule it out. He's more worried about the fact that she's claiming she seen something. The idea of someone being out there in the woods at this awful hour already sets alarm bells ringing in Oscar's head. Riley gulps from his water bottle and leans over, eavesdropping in on the conversation after hearing "ghost". "Everything...OK?" he asks begrudgingly as he doesn't want to hear a bad answer.

After the spiel about being on her period, Billy just shrugs and looks at Jayne like she's mad for wanting to sleep alone. "No, I'm not having it. Sleeping alone?" he scoffs. "It'll be fun together...and not that kind of fun before you get any ideas. I've seen the way you were looking at Ri." Billy smirks while Riley looks at Jayne, making a face which says that he thinks Billy's talking crap. "Don't worry about the period thing. Three of the boys have special ladies in their lives and I manage Joshua Grimmie so we're used to crampy cunts."

"When do you think the last time we weren't disturbed was?" asks Dusty with a little laugh. If it's not an adoptive aunt walking in or knocking at the door and ruining the moment, it's his father, Shay or a feline. Dustyn smiles in his embrace with Dallas and feels tingles run down his spine when he feels his beard on his shoulder. It's rough but a nice rough. It provides an oddly satisfying sensation that overrules the uncomfortable factor, similar to the clench that's being brought up in conversation. "Yeah my whole body just sort of freaked out. I was physically feeling pleasure but mentally feeling shock and embarrassment...hence that weird clench, contraction thing. At least I know it works for ya!" Dustyn chuckles and gives a little wink. When Dallas starts to jack him off, Dustyn closes his eyes and rests his head against his boyfriend. It doesn't take long before he's at full mast again. "Mmmm...that's working nicely..." he says softly, smirking and kissing Dallas on the cheek.

"I didn't bring any coronation chicken with me, don't worry!" Scott says, sounding rather defeated and slightly pissed. He's getting a little tired of being picked on, even if it is just silliness over sandwich fillings. It's not nice feeling like the odd one out and Scott feels like that a lot of the time. He's the eldest one by a couple of years and feels a bit out of touch at times. He also gets singled out for being the "one who can't sing". Scott doesn't have a TERRIBLE voice but it is very limited and off-key a lot. You'd hear him and question why he got into the group. "I'm tired of this harassment. Go pick on Riley for being vegan."

While being vegan is extremely odd in Billy's eyes, he'd never pick on Riley. It'd be like shouting at a puppy. Riley is a good soul who doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's someone even Billy respects...plus if the debate grew heated, he knows Riley would knock him out cold easily. He looks at Riley, pretending to think about it for a second before turning back to Scott, "Nah. I'd rather eat grains and unwashed carrots than mayo."

While Jayne raves about a hairless bear in the woods, Riley and Oscar listen intently while Scott is too fixated on feeling like a victim and Billy has zoned out because the subject of the conversation doesn't involve him or sex so he's not interested. Oscar doesn't know if Jayne took a hit of something out in the woods or if she's being deadly serious but he can't take the chance of dismissing her. "If you seen something then shouldn't we leave? We're out in the open and those tents aren't going to provide much protection."

Meanwhile, Riley is stood up and starts to rummage through one of the bags before finally pulling out a flashlight. "Which direction was it in?" he asks, turning on the light. Muscles to the rescue...of this made up tale.

Billy turns his head so quickly he almost gives himself a whiplash. "Wait....who said something about penis and man ass?"

"I really should get a lock put on our door but I don't like strange workmen in my house and I'd totally do it myself but...I'm gay, so..." Dustyn says, giving a little shrug. It's not that he's bad at DIY, he just finds it extremely boring and his mind wonders. He'd much rather be watching trashy TV or listening to music. "That'll be the first and the last time!" he says in reference to Jayne bursting in. "A woman doesn't belong in our bedroom just like I don't belong at a sporting event. Although if the clenching did the trick for you, I'm sure we can find other ways to make me jolt like that," Dustyn says with a little smirk. "Yeah, good idea!" Locking the van was the smartest thing to do. He has no idea if Jayne has spilled the beans. They may be getting more unwanted visitors any minute now. When he's back in Dallas' grip again, he smiles before biting down gently on his bottom lip and letting his boyfriend's hand do the work. Dustyn rarely gets pleasured like this so it's a welcomed change. It's usually very bottom oriented for him.

"Yeah he is, even though he should be eating more protein to help with condition," scolds Scott in a protective and fearful mother sort of way. Riley has a form of cystic fibrosis that needs to be regulated with a lot of protein and exercise, hence his muscles. With his cheery disposition, nobody would guess that he has a condition that'll one day end his life. The life expectancy is 37 years old. Riley is 23, going on 24. Riley just smiles and shakes his head, "I'm still here aren't I? I get protein, it's all good. Don't pin it all on me, mayo boy." Riley snickers and slips his boots back on as he plans on heading into the woods. "Maybe I should just double check? Want to know what or who we're dealing with here."

Oscar starts to recoil and is clearly on edge. He's not cut out for this kind of horror-esque situation. Scott makes for a good leader, Riley is smart and would be great in combat, Billy could out-freak the freak and Dustyn...well he can run very fast. Oscar? He knows he'd be the first to be picked off. "Yeah...um...next time why don't we all just come over to mine to hang out?" It's not as exciting as an old fashioned camping trip but Oscar does live in a sprawling English estate. It'd definitely be fancy.

Billy scowls at Jayne when she drives home the fact that he wouldn't go into the lake. "I can't swim. I don't feel like dying out here. I don't think you'd want this camping trip to end up with a lifeless body in an ice cold lake either." Nobody wants to be questioned by police and have their trip cut short because of death but whether or not she'd enjoy Billy floating face down in the water is a different story.

"You want an all female work crew? I'm starting to think this is more for your benefit, Dallas Conners. Something you're not telling me?" Dustyn asks, raising an eyebrow and playfully teasing his boyfriend. Regardless of gender, Dustyn doesn't really like strangers being in his house. It unnerves him. He fears they'll either murder him or steal one of his Madonna LPs. "Porn plots are weird. That stuff doesn't happen in real life. Although, we fooled around on a camping trip and it almost turned into a threesome with a bizarre woman running in from the woods. That could be a script from a dirty clip." Dustyn chuckles and moves back a few paces, resting his butt against a seat as Dallas jerks him off. "Uuuuhh fuck, I'm close. Keep going....keep going..." he moans in a breathy voice as he clings onto Dallas' bicep, steadying himself. His is fully erect and retracted, showing off his lovely head for Dallas'. "Fuck! Where will I finish?" he blurts out, sounding a little panicked. Dustyn tightens his grip on Dallas. It's obvious he's on the cusp of that point of no return.

Erich needn't worry about the tastefulness of his jokes regarding Riley. He has a great sense of humour and can take it on the chin. Being in a band with Billy, one sort of desensitises to all that's rude and crude. "A forest bride?" he asks while messing around with the flashlight which seems to be flickering on and off. "Is that a polite way of saying a mess will be made upon my virtue in these woods?" Riley laughs, seemingly in good spirits despite the fact that this could be dangerous. Obviously nothing is out there but he has no clue Jayne is only freaking out over an Irish willy.

"Yeah you'll be farting out Sasquatch juice for weeks!" chimes in Billy, as helpful and graphic as useful.

"Oi! Enough of that dirty talk, you!" Riley jokes, shining the torch in Billy's direction. "We've got young ears here..." Riley looks around for signs of the baby of the group, Dustyn. "Where did Dustyn get off to anyway? You think he's OK? It doesn't take that long to get dried and dressed..."

"I hope he isn't dead..." Oscar says rather sheepishly from his log.

Scott hurls a chocolate bar back at him, hitting him on the head. Payback for earlier. "Oh shut up, Oz! Don't think like that. He's probably just taking a stroll with Dallas. I think he'd rather spend time with his boyfriend than sit with us talking about mayo, sleeping arrangements, hairless bears and Sasquatch cum!"

Billy looks Jayne up and down after her offer of swimming lessons. She seems way too excited. Billy doesn't trust people who seem too eager. They usually have ulterior motives and he doesn't feel like drowning on her watch. "No thanks."

Dustyn awkwardly laughs at Dallas' Jayne comparison to a bush baby. He is pretty much close to the edge and the sensation of laughing simultaneously on top of that is a weird one. "Oh s-stop!" he says, holding in his giggles as he makes a fist and bites down on it, trying to gain some composure. When Dallas takes off his shirt it doesn't really surprise Dustyn. Taking it in his mouth isn't his boyfriend's favourite thing to do. Dustyn moans and stands on his tiptoes, as Dallas gives him the pivotal final few strokes. "Uhhh...oh...fffuck!". Dustyn provides quite the show as he spurts multiple times onto the shirt. The pleasure of the release is clearly seen on his face. This had been pent up for the longest time. "Holy shit..." he says softly, pulling away and shaking himself off.

Riley probably would win against a Sasquatch. For the most part, he's pretty much a pacifist and real placid but if it ever came down to it, Riley could knock almost anyone out. He's from Leeds. The joking around is making the situation a little less tense and they're doubting the likelihood of something being out there...but it's best to double check. When Erich throws an arm around him, Riley leans in and gives him a little side-on cuddle. "If I die out here can you make sure my gravestone DOESN'T say "forest bride"? Cheers, pal." Riley pats Erich on the back before heading out to search the area.

"And if I die, please delete my search history!" says Billy while looking rather serious. He cocks his head to the right and looks baffled when Jayne says Dustyn was working on his cardio. That sounds more far fetched than a Sasquatch running riot. "Dustyn? Working out? Willingly? Lies! There's some weird shit going on out here. Pod people stuff..." Billy narrows his eyes and surveys the group, trying to suss this thing out.

"Jayne, you sure you don't want to be in the tent with us? Safety in numbers, you know?" says Oscar. It seems more genuine coming from him. He doesn't like the idea of someone being alone tonight and he doesn't seem the type to go ahead with the tent sharing if it involved freaky stuff. When Billy offers it's hard not to think he's seeking a gang bang of sorts.

After much debating and a few threats from Billy, everyone agreed to sleep in the tent and eventually decided on who would be laying where. For some of the people it wasn't a big deal but for others it was of utmost importance. Some would rather sleep in the woods than be paired up with certain others. They finally decided on the combination of Riley at the entrance followed by: Jayne, Scott, Oscar, Erich, Dustyn, Dallas and then Billy at the back. It wasn't ideal for some but the arrangements could've been much worse.

"Goodnight everyone," says Riley as he zips up the tent, wriggles into his sleeping bag and turns out the flashlight. For the first time tonight, they're in total darkness. The creepy factor settles in for those who aren't tired while some are relieved to finally have some shut-eye after such a wild night. Jayne is sandwiched in between Riley and Scott so she has it pretty good. Scott seems too tired out to annoy her while Riley provides a safety barricade if anything should happen plus...with those muscles? He's the best cuddle buddy if she's in need.

Dustyn didn't bring a sleeping bag for him and Dallas. He doesn't like how restricted they are plus two separate ones are too isolating and a joint one would be like a pressure cooker with the body heat. Instead, he brought loads of pillows to lay and rest on as well as a huge, comfy quilt from home. It's basically a make-shift bed. The quilt size also covers Billy and Erich a little, who are on either side of the couple. When the flashlight goes out, Dustyn snuggles up and buries his head into Dallas. He's a teeny bit scared but he's more focused on the cosy nature of it all. All his friends cuddled up together, having a good time, no arguments and feeling part of a team? It's bliss. He kisses Dallas on the chest and resumes his snuggle.

Oscar just lays, staring up at the tent. Camping seemed like a great idea at first. Sharing with everyone seemed like a great idea at first. Now he's suddenly very aware that he's laying in his pj's inside a thin fabric structure in the middle of the woods. He's expecting a chainsaw to start buzzing on the outside any second now. His mind tends to run away with itself. He doesn't feel that safe with Scott to his left and Erich to his right either. The two jokers aren't going to provide much protection. "Everyone...OK?" he asks quietly in the darkness, trying to deflect from his own fears.

At the end of the tent, Billy leans over and whispers to Dallas, "Pass me some more quilt." The quilt isn't even for him. Dallas got the short end of the stick having to lay next to Billy but he didn't want to cause a scene when the results were in. Billy has no idea how much Dustyn's boyfriend wants to crack him in the jaw. True to his earlier statement, Billy is naked but the goods aren't touching. When he leans in for some quilt though, his bare arm presses against Dallas. A lot of people would kill for that but considering how sleazy Dallas finds him, it's not a great experience.

Oscar's mind goes into overdrive when the Dyatlov Pass incident is brought up. He knows it's not about to snow and even if it did, it would hardly be close to the condition there. However, freaky things happen on camping grounds and who is to say that something odd won't happen, resulting in them having to cut themselves out of the tent and run away in their undies. "That's uh...that's a lovely bedtime story..." says Oscar, sinking further into his sleeping bag for a stronger sense of security. Scott appears to be breathing heavy, falling deeper into sleep. After Jayne says that farters need to go outside, from the far end of the tent, Billy cocks a leg up and farts loudly. "Now you might want to cut yourselves out of the tent." Billy chuckles after inflicting the bad smell among the others.

Dustyn turns to Erich, who is on his left, and gives him a little hug and peck on the cheek. "Goodnight," he whispers before turning back to his boyfriend. With both Erich and Dallas either side of him, Dustyn feels well protected and comfortable. It's actually pretty cosy being all together in the darkness. He can hear Billy saying something to Dallas. Dustyn knows that Billy can be quite difficult to sleep next to...and difficult in life, really. He rests a hand on Dallas' chest as a way to relax him if he's dealing with Billy. Last thing he wants is for a quarrel to break out.

Billy pulls some quilt but it doesn't stop him from being a pain in the arse. He rests his head against Dallas' shoulder with his big, fluffy hair tickling him as well as putting his foot against the back of Dallas' leg. Luckily other parts don't seem to be touching which is unusual for Billy. "You're warm..." he says, moving his foot up and down.