sex addicts [michael clifford]

16: smut

the two of them returned to the hotel room in a fit of giggles, trying to quiet down in hopes that ashton wouldn't wake up.

contrary to ashton's suggestion, michael actually didn't sleep in the bathtub. instead, he slept in the same bed as devon, and they stayed up till early morning cuddling and tracing patterns on one another.

they had come to the mutual agreement that ashton shouldn't know about their relationship, because only god knows how pissed off he would be. devon would tell him when the vacation was over, as harsh as it sounds, because he deserved to know.

"this is way better than spending my saturday night in my room all alone on tumblr," devon whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck.

"oh yeah? what do you do on tumblr all day?" michael asked, just to keep the conversation flowing.

devon blushed furiously. "well, there's this thing called smut and..."

"don't tell me you read one direction smut because i swear to god - " michael interrupted.

"i'm just kidding, i don't read smut. smut is totally inappropriate for my virgin eyes."

michael stared at her with an arched eyebrow as a grin creeped on his face. "virgin eyes? really?" he scoffed.

she nodded and they laughed together. "my untrained eyes are not ready for such big words like transvag - "

"that's enough, that's enough."

they sat in silence once more until devon's breathing became slow and steady. michael wished that he could hold her close until the morning, but he knew that ashton would question them when he woke up. he untangled himself from her arms and rolled to the other side of the bed, much to his reluctance.

when morning finally came, the sunlight woke both of them up. ashton was already up and about, groaning with each step he took. "does anyone keep any damn aspirin in their bags?" he grumbled.

devon rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking around the room. "check mine. it's the blue duffel, side pocket."

ashton nodded and opened her bag, pulling out a few of devon's girl items. "holy shit, extra large tampons?"

"i can't help it if i have a heavy flow and a wide set vagina," she said confidently. when she earned nothing but blank stares from both boys, she rolled her eyes. "god, it's like none of you have ever seen mean girls. i'm not into chick flicks, but this one was actually pretty good."

ashton shook his head, finally finding the bottle of aspirin. "whatever. it's supposed to rain later so i can either drive you guys back to the city or we can hang around until tonight."

"let's stay and explore. is that cool with you, dev?" he looked at devon with large eyes. he wanted to stay in cape may for a while to see the sites and go to a beach where the water didn't look fifty shades of brown.

"yeah, that's fine."

ashton muttered something under his breath along the lines of, "that little shit ruins everything."

later that day, the three of them were wandering around the beach under the blistering heat, fanning their faces like cavemen. they passed various shops and kiosks selling random items that devon seemed to love.

"look, a fortune teller! i've always wanted to know my fortune but all the ones in new york are full of bull," she exclaimed, pointing to a small kiosk with a curtain draped over it.

the boys looked at her hesitantly as she unconsciously grabbed michael's hand and pulled him inside. ashton followed behind, confused. they found an old lady sitting on a bench, eyes closed in what looked like meditation.

"hello?" devon asked, stepping closer to the lady. her eyes shot open as she examined the triplet carefully.

"you have come to get your fortune read?" the lady asked, and michael caught a glimpse of her nametag. madame jolie. devon nodded, sitting in a chair opposite from her. "may i see your palm?"

devon stuck out her hand, resting it on the table. madame jolie grabbed it instantly, tracing unknown patterns on her hand. she hummed lowly, studying the palm like it was a map.

"devon peterson," she muttered, and devon's eyes met hers in shock.

"yes?"

madame jolie dropped her hand suddenly, letting it fall on the table with a thump. "i have very bad news for you, my darling."

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gUESS WHO MADE VARSITY SOCCERRRR

AIFOUBAWEIUFQPEW I LITERALLY CRIED OK IM SO HAPPY

anyway enjoy this chapter woo peace love michael clifford