The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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The Devil and the
Chapter Seven (NC-17)
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“Where you
going?”
Jamie tried
to look innocent, which was not difficult for him. “To my room.
He just hoped
eyes were not so keen as to pick out the title of the book tucked under his
arm. He yawned widely and added, “Night!”
“Whoa,”
laid a heavy hand on Jamie’s shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.
thirty
get to bed?” His eyes drifted to the
book tucked under Jamie’s elbow and a slight grin flitted across his face.
Never mind. Uh…”
moment as if thinking hard. Finally, he
said, “If you need to talk about it later…”
Jamie
blanched, then turned bright red. “I… I…
I don’t think I could talk about this with you!”
“I was
gonna say talk to Scott or Kurt… better yet, talk to Storm or Jean.
snorted wryly. “And stop it or you’ll go
blind.”
Jamie had
to will his mouth to close as
sauntered on his way, heading towards the garage.
swallowed convulsively once and forced himself to move, running to his bedroom
as if the hounds of Hell were at his heels.
He barely made it to his bedore ore he dissolved into hysterical
giggles, burying his face in the pillows and trying to calm himself, realizing
that his door was still standing open. A
shade too late, he shoved himself to his feet and headed for the door, only to
find Lance standing there. “Oh… um, hi…
Lance stuck
his hand out and held the door open. “What’s
so funny?” He raised a brow, a little
more relaxed than Jamie thought normal.
“Nothing,”
he gulped. “You smell like beer.”
“Yeah,
well, ya know… “ Lance was not drunk,
just tipsy enough to be melancholy. The
beer he had procured had not lasted long and he had wandered off in search of
secret stash. By the time he had come
back outside, the others had dispersed.
No matter, he had thought, he would catch up with Todd later and Scott
was probably hip deep in red head… The
thought made him snort salaciously. _At
least someone’s getting some… _
clean, empty space. “You’re lucky. Todd leaves
shit everywhere less Rogue’s gonna study in there…
Jamie
sighed and let Lance all the way in. He
was smart enough to know when someone wanted to talk and Lance certainly seemed
to be chatty. “
kick your ass if you drank his beer.”
His eyes flickered to the book on his bed, thankfully facedown and the
title hidden. Casually, he strolled over
to the bed and sat down, pushing the text towards his pillows.
“A risk I’m
willing to take.” He flopped down on
Jamie’s bed and opened his mouth to say something, his eyes flicking to the top
sheet. “Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude…
Jamie
cringed as Lance yanked the book away. “It’s
nothing. A joke… yeah, a joke from
someone…” He hoped that his face was not
too red but he knew full well that Lance could easily see through his thin
lies. “Just leave it alone!”
held it up over his head and out of the way.
“Come on!”
Lance stood
up and took several steps out of Jamie’s reach before flipping the book over in
his hands. “The Joy of Sex
he read in a teacherish tone.
bed.
“Shut up,
Lance,” Jamie spat. “Get out if all you’re
going to do is make fun of me!” He
shoved the book under his pillows belatedly and folded his arms over his chest,
glaring balefully up at the older teenager.
Lance
sighed and dragged Jamie’s desk chair out, turning it around and sitting on it
backwards, leaning his chin only slightly woozily against the back.
know… We’d talk about it.”
Jamie
narrowed his eyes. “Why would I want to
talk to you guys? You’d tease me or
something.” His scowl became more
pronounced. “Kurt would talk about how
romantic it is, Todd’d probably drool about Rogue,
Scott would go on about responsibility, Remy would scare the Hell out of me
with technique advice, Jono would just THINK at me and you would probably tease
me or something.” He exhaled noisily as
he ran down, as if to say “men!” and
glared all the harder at Lance.
“Nah, I
wouldn’t make fun of ya… not too bad anyway.”
He straightened and sighed. “Amara’s
kinda pissed at me right now so I ain’t got room to talk…
already. Worried it didn’t take or
something?”
Jamie
sighed wearily. “No, I’m not.
after that. I was just, you know,
freaked out…” His glare turned into
something more sad and introspective. “I
guess you wouldn’t know. You don’t
Lance felt
alternately flattered and amused. “Uh,
yeah, right.es'> Did you even notice when I had
a thing for Kitty? I made a huge fucking
ass out of myself…” He decided not to
relate the story of the cow heart or anything that he had done towards the end,
around the time he was getting with Amara.
He just shrugged again and repeated, “Huge fucking ass…”
Jamie made
a noise that might have been a snort or a laugh-- Lance could not be sure
which. “Whatever.
please don’t tell the others about the book, okay?”
she knew he had been consulting sex manuals about his plans, like she was some
sort of Ikea furniture he needed directions to assemble.
Lance
leveled a considering gaze at Jamie and a slow smile spread across his
lips. “Forget the book.
you some diagrams.”
Jamie felt
the color drain from his face. “What?”
“I’m trying
to make it sound less like some girl
talk shit… come on. Fuck the
book. It’s not real life.
Jamie had
the distinct feeling that he was not going to be able to look at any of the
females in the mansion the next day, but he found himself nodding. “Okay… let
me get a pen and paper.”
a/n next chapter… SMUT!
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the first “sex manuals” to hit the American mainstream.
Lions Club type communities where Tupperware was considered the best thing
since the atom bomb and women were taught the only way to enjoy sex was not to
have it. Alex Comfort wrote the book and
the illustrations were fodder for sexual fantasies in teenagers for most of the
decade.