Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chap 8/18

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A/N: Yet again. Just because Odo asked me to, I'm reminding y'all that if you want to read the previous chapters, all you have to do is click on the tag convienientientientientiently titled after the name of the fic.

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Chapter 8

Much later, after a whole bottle of wine and laughing about random stuff, even singing that sea song from Jaws on bowlegged women, they wandered into their room and stared at the bunks. “Their damn small,” Ryan grunted in disgust.

“Yeah…” Colin said, equally distasteful of the sheer thinness of the mattresses, too. “Well… we could put them down on the floor and double the width…” as soon as he suggested it he felt his head blaze with the heat of it.

Ryan froze, then cocked his head at him. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite…” he grinned.

Colin swallowed hard. “Yeah, but I kick… and twitch…”

Ryan shrugged, moving over to pick through his bag for things, weaving slightly. “Your loss,” My loss… damn… “Always thought that if you were drunk on the high seas you wouldn’t sway… wrong!” he grinned over at Colin who hadn’t moved. “I’ll change, do we have blankets for these torture beds?”

Colin shook himself and opened a closet, turning around in time with the blankets to see Ryan drop trouser and tug off his shirt. Good God that man had legs that went on forever, and those boxer briefs never looked that good on any model he’d ever seen before.

“Gonna hand me one of those?” Ryan asked, amused, not turning around completely for a very prominent reason. Don’t get hard don’t get hard… shit, don’t turn around! He couldn’t fucking help it Colin was staring at him.

Colin looked away, throwing a blanket at him before taking his and stripping as quickly as he could down to his own boxer briefs, pulling on his sleeping shirt, this time Batman, and crawled into bed, burying his head under the pillow and groaning in embarrassment. “‘Night Ry,”

“G’night Col,” Ryan grinned.

All was quiet when they finally got into semi-comfortable positions… but that didn’t last long. “Hey… what are tortilla’s?” Ryan asked suddenly.

It threw Colin so completely that he peeked out from his hiding place to look over at Ryan, who he just barely made out in the gloom. “Uh… like a Mexican pita bread…”

“Nope, a cross between a tarantula and a tortoise… wait, I got that wrong,” Ryan frowned.

Colin burst out into surprised laughter, surprising them both and giggling until he had to wipe tears from his eyes. “That was so horrible,” he giggled.

Ryan chuckled, snickering, “That’s me,” he said proudly.

“Okay, lemme think of one… how do you know when a blonde has been on your computer?”

“Uhmmm… I dunno…”

“There’s whiteout on the screen,” Colin giggled.

“Shit,” Ryan barked, giggling. “And here’s you, being a blonde,”

“I know, it’s almost like black jokes because when I step into a room, you can always tell when someone was about to tell one,” Colin gushed, rising up onto his elbows and laughing as Ryan began to laugh in earnest.

“Okay, what about dirty jokes?”

“Oh, love em,” Colin flushed.

“Okay, an old man and an old woman are getting ready for bed. Suddenly, the old woman leaps out of the bathroom, and throws her bathrobe open in front of the old man. ‘Super Pussy!’ she yells. The old man says, ‘I’ll have the soup.’”

Colin fell out of his bunk laughing, making Ryan snort painfully, which only made everything funnier. “Okay, lemme see if I can remember one,” Colin said breathlessly, resting against the foot of his bunk.

“You? Dirty jokes? Why, professor Mochrie, I’m shocked!” Ryan said, sounding like an affronted southern belle. He even had a hand to his chest.

Colin gave him a look before grinning. “If I tell them, I would most likely get sued for sexual harassment. Just because I’m a geek doesn’t mean I know how to be dirty… wow that sounded odd,”

“It did!” Ryan laughed.

Colin thanked the fact that it was dark before clapping his hands briskly together and rubbing them. “A Mountain Lion is on top of a hill fucking a Zebra. He’s really going at it, when suddenly he sees Mrs. Mountain Lion on her way up the hill to catch him red-handed. Thinking quickly, he grabs the Zebra by the shoulders and whispers in her ear, ‘Quick! Act like I’m killing you!’” he blushed at his own daring, but was rewarded nonetheless with Ryan’s rich laughter.

They swapped jokes until they ran out and started doing big dick jokes until Colin actually started to seriously ponder what Ryan looked like without those lovely boxer briefs. Ryan had noted the strange silence and had coughed loudly, shaking Colin out of his daze and moving him up off the floor and back into bed.

The silence stretched, filled with the creaks of the ship as it rocked gently and the shuffles as they both tried to get comfortable. “You sure you don’t want to put the mattresses together on the floor?” Ryan asked blandly, shifting, uncomfortable, wondering if he could get away with spooning Col and blaming the hardon on morning wood.

Colin froze, his flagging erection back at full mast. “No, I’m sure…”

Ryan nodded, his breathing heavy already. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Night Col,”

“Night Ry.”