The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Six (NC-17)
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“You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”
“Thanks, man. Needed that.”
“Our blue friend speaks the truth,” Scott sighed, stretching out his legs on the grass. “You are Idiot Maximus.”
Todd spat a warning glob of slime past Scott’s nose. “I said,” he growled, “I know!” He pulled a handful of grass up from the vicinity of his knee and let it fall through his fingers. “We were just talking and it came out… I couldn’t stop it… It was like I was SEEING the words come out of my mouth!”
Kurt almost laughed at how dismayed Todd was, but he managed to restrain himself. “Bobby, you’re pretty objective in the whole male/female thing… What’s your opinion on what he did?”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “It’s not that different. Just two penises instead of one. We have feelings too, no matter what Rob Robertson1 says.” He sighed and leaned back on his elbows, seemingly considering the sky. “I think that telling her you’d like to see what it’s like to have sex with other people is a really dumbass thing to do. Right up there with going out and doing it.” He sat up again and peered at Todd oddly. “How the Hell did you go from talking about school to that, anyway?”
Todd made a muted whimpering, growling noise, plucking at yet more grass. “No idea… One minute, she’s bitching about me not wanting to go to college and the next, we’re talking about the future and living together and it just sort of fell out…”
Kurt sighed and fell back onto the cool grass in the shade of the boathouse. “You should apologize, Todd. Tell her that it was a fantasy, an idea, nothing more… Tell her you love her and want to be with her and want her to be happy.”
“Dude, bad idea,” Lance grunted, coming up the slight slope of hil dro drop down in their impromptu circle, a wrinkled sack clutched tightly under his arm. “Tell her you want her to be happy and she’s gonna say she’d be happy without you there.”
“Speak from experience?” Scott asked dryly, remembering the aborted relationship between Lance and Kitty and Kitty’s general reaction towards him at the end of it.
It was Todd’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, Amara told him to fuck off last night.”
Lance frowned. “She did not. She told me that she needed some alone time.” He shrugged and moved the bag into the middle of the circle before continuing. “Enough there for three each.”
Scott groaned under his breath and Bobby looked carefully bland, but Kurt reached forward tentatively. It was too big to be Lance’s herbal stash but he knew that there could be nothing good for their honor or standing at the school in there. He rustled the bag and found it to be heavy, it’s contents shifting and clanking. “Gott im Himmel… this isn’t LOGAN’S beer, is it?” Kurt asked after peeking inside, his eyes going from wide as dishes to squeezed tightly shut in the matter of a second.
“Nope,” Lance snorted. “Warren forgot his when he and Betsy came down for the Professor’s hooha last month. I figured, he ain’t been back for it. Finder’s keepers and all.” He popped the pull tab open on one and downed three g bef before speaking again. “It’s for medicinal purposes.”
Todd grabbed one and sighed, opening it easily. “I dunno, you know? I love her and all but damn… she’s touchy!” He took a deep swig and added, “It’s like she’s got no sense of humor anymore.”
“Well,” Kurt said diplomatically, ignoring the beer for the time being, “She’s under a lot of stress, finishing school and trying to find a job and all…” He shrugged. “Just don’t talk about sleeping with other girls and she should be fine.”
Todd snapped “I was just saying I didn’t wanna shack up yet cause there’s like, billions of things we gotta do first and besides, there’s all these other women out there. What if I meet one I love even more than Rogue?”
“Then you love her,” Scott sighed. “And tell Rogue outside her arm range.” He closed his eyes and took off his glasses, rubbing at his lids absently before slipping the quartz lenses back into place. “Look, she’ll get over it so long as you don’t keep picking about it. Let her be mad for a while and then when she’s ready to talk about it, let her talk before you get all defensive.”
Todd raised a brow, draining his beer and reaching for another one. This time, Bobby reached forward and took one as well. “So just be whipped about it? It was an innocent statement… not like I’m gonna go out and get laid tonight or something!”
“Todd, think about it,” Kurt sighed, pushing a can of beer idly back and forth on the ground between his hands, letting it roll first into one palm, then the other. “Rogue can’t touch except for how often? And you mention sex with other girls, girls who can touch whenever they want to…”
Todd grimaced. “Worse than I thought, huh?”
Lance snorted, halfway down with his second beer in less than twenty minutes. Bobby was two sips into his first but already looked more relaxed, Kurt noticed as Scott reached for a beer as well. “Dude, the only way you could’ve fucked up more is if you’d been me. I got sucked into going to Boston with Emma and the others later this week and I told Amara about it. She said “So and” and I said “Damn it, care” or something like that and we sort of devolved into throwing things and calling each other names.” He threw the empty can into the sack and procured a third beer. “Kurt, you gonna have any?”
“Nein, I have a date with Katzchen later and don’t want beer breath.” He shrugged and added, “Why don’t you want to go to Boston anyway? Three days in a new town, visiting… sounds great!”
Lance narrowed his eyes and glanced at Scott. “He’s kidding, right? I mean, he really knows, doesn’t he?”
“What am I supposed to know?” Kurt demanded suspiciously. “Was?”
Scott sighed and leaned back, not quite looking at Kurt but rather at some spot between them. “Emma’s setting up the new school. She’s asking the students who the Professor wants to leave to go with her and help.”
“He doesn’t want anyone to leave,” Bobby pointed out diplomatically. “Except maybe Logan on bad days.”
Scott rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean!” He reached for his second beer and shrugged again. “You don’t have anything to worry about unless she asked you herself, from what I understand. She wants to see how you’d like the school, how you’d take to it…”
Kurt let the beer roll towards Todd and he sat very still. _Just because you agreed to help her does not mean you have to live with her! _ He smiled falsely and asked, “So, when are you going to suck up to Rogue?”




1 Oh, geez… how to explain… He’s the founder of the Christian Coalition and is anti-everything—gays, women.. He is NOT the best example of Christian out there. A few quotes attributed to the man: http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/7027/quotes.html