Go back to camp

"If we get back fast enough, we can dry off and change," you say walking back up the hill, canteens in one hand, your wet clothes in the other. Lancelot runs behind you. You know, cause he smacks your ass multiple times on the way back to the campsite. Everyone else is back already. They seemed to have success starting a fire as they are sitting around one. Percival is making what looks like dinner in a small metal pot. King Arthur and Gwain look up at you as you enter. Only Gwain smiles.

"Went for a quick shag in the river eyy?" Gwain laughed.

"No," you say, "I fell in the river and my clothes got wet and I didn't want to catch a cold."

"Then why is Lancelot also naked." King Arthur furrowed his brow.

"Because he is a dumb ass and fell in trying to save me." You say walking to your horse. You unbuckle the bag there and pull out a set of dry clothes. You retrieve them and sit next to King arthur at the fire, hoping to dry off a little more before fully changing.

"I see why they call you Lance-a-lot." Gwain says, "That's some lance you got there."

"Yeah," Lance smirked eying Gwaine.

"Oh put some bloody pants on Lancelot." King Arthur said.

"Aren't you gonna tell Gwent to as well?" Merlin asked.

"Well," King Arthur flushed. You only just realized he had been avoiding looking at your dick. "He seems to be in the process at least."

"Dinner is ready," Percival said. As everyone was getting their bowls filled, you put on the set of clothes you had. You had dried enough. Percival fills your bowl. Dinner, if you could call it that was a milky white soup with the consistency of snot.

"Dude this soup looks disgusting," Gwaine said.

"I'm a knight, not a personal chef?"

"From now on, Merlin cooks. He at least knows what spices are." Lancelot says. You take a spoonful. It tastes like sour milk.

"Why is it so white? is there dairy in it?" Merlin asked.

"You think I was carrying around a carton of milk?" Percival snapped.

"You know it kinda looks like cum." Gwaine said and suddenly you saw it too. It did look an awful lot like cum.

"Percival, don't tell me you jacked off in the pot and called it dinner," Lancelot asked jokingly.

"Leave him alone, It's not easy cooking out here." King Arthur juts in. You look down at your soup. You can't help but think about how funny it would be if it was actually cum. Under your breath, so no one can hear you, you whisper.

I wish Percival's soup was actually a pot of his cum, but it was also the most delicious thing any of us has ever tasted.

The bowl of soup spins slightly and then nothing.

"Holy fuck Percival," Gwaine says, his eyes widening, "I don't know what happened but this is really fucking good now."

"Really, cause a second ago..." Percival starts, but suddenly everyone is incredibly busy eating. You look around. Merlin's eyes are rolled back as he is eating. Lancelot lifted the bowl to his mouth, guzzling it down, excess sliding out of his mouth, down his chin.

"Are you gonna finish that?" Gwaine asks, pointing at your bowl in front of you. His mustache was coated in a thin white film.

"Let him eat his dinner Gwaine," Arthur said, his mouth full as he was shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth.

"What can I say, I'm a growing boy," Gwaine says.

"Growing? Let's hope not for your armor's sake." Merlin laughed. Everyone finished their meals and Merlin cleaned the dishes in the river. It's getting dark and even with the fire, it's getting cold out. You go to your belongings and put on the cloak you brought. Wrapping it around yourself for warmth.