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This must be my dream.

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andy98435:

Andy laughed as he was asked how often he went to Freak. “Well since I own it I suppose you could say I practically live there.” That of course wasn’t much of a exaggeration as he did indeed have his own private rooms upstairs and often spent the night when he couldn’t be bothered to go home. “Now there pet I agree with you one hundred percent.” He wasn’t a fan of porn, but he was a big fan of putting his toys through their paces and filming every moment of it together. Especially if he got to make the boy watch it and relive the experience. He chuckled at the boy’s bold little question and looked him over interest clear in his eyes as he sized him up. 

“Yes, but business first. I have to get my sister a gift and she’ll get cranky if she doesn’t get it in a timely manner.” Andy chuckled again and boldly reached out letting his fingers trace down the boy’s neck. He barely touched him, but his hand moved as if he had every right to touch the boy however he wanted to. “Then if you’ve been a very good little book seller maybe I’ll help you show me what gets you all hot and bothered.” 

Jamie’s brows perked in surprise, definitely not having expected someone so young to own that place. “You own it? Fuck, that’s really cool. I’d probably never want to leave it either if I owned it. I don’t think I’d even leave this damn bookstore either if I owned it,” he nodded, wholly impressed. He let a smile cross his lips hearing Andy agree with him on the homemade porn thing, toying with the strings of his hoodie as he watch him still, “If I’m gonna watch something, I want it to be a little more raw. The reactions more honest,” he shrugged. Not that Jamie himself had ever been on tape, hardly able to imagine seeing himself, half afraid he’d be mortified at what he saw. 

He stood up a little straighter noticing the man sizing him up, shoulders staying relaxed as he eyed him as well, trying to get a read on his response. He was more than pleased to hear Andy take him up on the offer, eager to assist in whatever way he could to expedite the process. He tried his best to keep his cool despite the goosebumps that arose on his skin from the feather-light touch and the way his breathing hitched in his chest at the promise, “Yeah, of course. What kind of gift were you thinking of?”

[fleetmarabella]

erotic and novel | jamie & emmett

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emmetthockinberry:

Emmett growled into Jamie’s mouth as he kissed him again, muttering, “There you go again, goddamn tease is what you are.” He nipped at Jamie’s upper lip, following the sting with his tongue, and ground his hip slowly against the boy’s cock. “But then, I could tell you were a little minx from you getting off the bus with me. But I ain’t mad, posy – that was a good decision, and I commend you for it.” He closed his lips over one of Jamie’s soft earlobes, sucking it while he moved his other hand around the boy’s hips.

“Should we introduce ourselves more than just names and taste in literature?” Emmett wondered aloud. He hoisted Jamie up and slapped his hip, ordering, “Get those legs spread for me, baby, wrap ‘em around me,” as he immediately crowded in close. “Fuck, you are just too cute to be true. Tell me you’re legal, please. It would be so unfair if you sprung that on me at the eleventh hour.”

Jamie arched his hips into the grind, his shoulders pressed more tightly against the wall for support as he tried to stifle a moan, keenly aware of the sound of muffled voices that weren’t too far away from them. The thrill of it only put him on edge more, his skin nearly vibrating with want. All too amused at how throwing out a few literary devices could get a rise out of Emmett, he was tempted to keep it up but the minute his mouth touched his ear, he was like putty in the man’s hands, a flush rising up his chest and neck as he tilted his head to give the man better access, “It’s not exactly every day I get to sit next to someone who stares at my mouth for six blocks.” 

As hard as it was to concentrate and keep up with whatever words the man was pressing against his skin, it wasn’t like Jamie was about to disagree with anything he said when the man had just had his tongue in his mouth a moment ago, “God, yes. Please.” He let out a soft noise of surprise finding himself suddenly lifted, complying easily by wrapping his legs around Emmett like he was asked and letting his thighs squeeze around him tightly. “That’d be unfair to me, more like. Who’d want to get turned down in the back of a fucking hair salon with a hard on? I’m legal,” he insisted, trying to punctuate the point with a roll of his hips. 

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lookatrobbie:

Robbie rolled his eyes. “You have the doughiest cheeks I’ve ever seen it’s definitely baby fat. Just wait until you turn 20. Then you’ll become all chiseled and refined like me,” he boasted. Robbie knew he looked young but all chubbiness to his face melted away already. He had a sharp jaw for a 12 year old. “That’s not true. I barely ever get I.Ded. We’re just a bad combo when we go out. We are both young after all,” he reminded him. They could have a pissing contest over who looked the least like a baby but it was all relative. Stick either of them next to someone who could actually grow facial hair and they’d be asking where their parents were.

“Oh trust me, he was a stud. My jaw hurt after him,” he explained. Hell, he was good enough for Robbie to text him nearly sober the next night but he wouldn’t tell Jamie that. He didn’t want to rub it in his face too much. “And he wasn’t really your catch since you didn’t even go for his number. You just let him nibble and swim away.” Robbie nodded his head as he sucked down his drink. He knew Jamie’s know all the new It Boys for erotic novels. “Sounds like he’ll follow in Fabio’s legacy. I’m sure all of Fabio’s books now must be considered classics,” he said before shaking his head. “I call bullshit, who would you have topped?”

“Am I supposed to be relieved it’s just baby fat or slightly alarmed that I’m nineteen and still haven’t gotten rid of it? I hope my jawline looks like it could cut glass. There’s nothing sexier than a nice jawline. ..Except maybe a good hairline. I mean - that’s pretty important, right?” Jamie smirked, reaching over to run a finger along Robbie’s so-called ‘chiseled’ jaw, doing his best to stick out his own in hopes to make it appear more defined though he was pretty sure he just looked more like a toddler in the midst of a pout with the way his chin was sticking out. Giving up after catching the eye of a passerby, he composed himself quickly, his thoughts becoming a little sharper through the haziness of the alcohol. “I’m definitely not getting laid tonight, fuck.” 

Jamie let the bridge of his nose wrinkle at that information though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little twinge of jealousy, chalking it up quickly to his little dry-spell he was currently experiencing, shrugging it off after a moment. “I told you, I was trying to play hard to get. But it’s kind of impossible to play hard to get when the twink setting right next to me is practically gagging for it,” he cut himself off quickly, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole twice in one night with Robbie. He knew they could argue themselves in circles, both too stubborn to give even the smallest inch when they saw themselves in the right, “Fabio will never go out of style. That whole look even came back for a minute didn’t it? With the whole manbun fad.” He could feel himself giving way to a grin as he tried to rack his foggy brain for the last time he topped, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in faux concentration, “Last summer. When I had freshmen orientation.”

[fleetmarabella]

erotic and novel | jamie & emmett

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emmetthockinberry:

It was the sweet little cupid’s bow mouth that did it.

Talking about books while they sat on the bus together (Emmett had noticed the book Jamie was reading and offered his unsolicited opinion) was enjoyable enough, but as they passed street after street, Emmett stopped being able to concentrate on repeating themes and shallow character arcs and turned his attention to something more urgent. The way that Jamie’s lips formed his words, the deeper pink slashes on his bottom lip, the soft wet insides.

Maybe Jamie had felt it too and gotten off when he saw Emmett disembarking, or maybe he’d been headed to the same stop. It all ceased to matter when Emmett drew the boy into the back doorway of a hair salon and pushed him against the wall, taking that cupid’s bow mouth for himself.

“Christ,” Emmett breathed, one hand pushing up under Jamie’s shirt along his ribs, thumbing the pebble of his nipple, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the minute you said ‘disjointed narrative’, you pretty little posy,” 

@jamieweber

Jamie felt like he’d practically struck gold when the attractive stranger sat next to him on the bus. Trying to sneak in a few sideways glances while simultaneously pretending to concentrate on his book wasn’t an easy feat, thankful when Emmett broke the silence. Keeping the conversation light was always challenging for him when it came to literature and so he wasn’t too surprised at himself when he started to go off on little tangents during a particular analysis, though it slowly turned into bumbling sentences with the way Emmett was starting at him - or his mouth rather, his lips quirking softly in the corners when he made the quick decision to follow a man he’d only met minutes before off the bus.  

He wasn’t sure if it was the wall hitting his back suddenly or the feeling of their lips finally connecting that had him feeling breathless, Jamie hardly had time to get his thoughts in order to make sense of it all. The urgency in Emmett’s kiss kept him in the moment, his hands gripping the front of the other’s shirt to keep him close. A shiver ran up his spine at the touch to his sensitive little bud, huffing out a soft laugh against Emmett’s jaw, “Is that what does it for you? Shit, if I would’ve known that, I would’ve jumped right into the denouement,” he teased.

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lookatrobbie:

Robbie laughed. “I am impressed, I use that hack too but just with Freak coasters. They’re the most aesthetically interest and I think all coasters should be statement pieces if you’ve got boring glasses,” he explained. Maybe when his ass starts to sag Robbie might try his hand at interior decorating or at least run a blog on it like any normal millennial seems to be doing these days. “You should try bagged salads, they’d probably help you get rid of the baby fat in your cheeks,” he added finally done being Jamie’s life advisor. “Well that’s your fault, you gotta always introduce yourself. That’s the first step to sticking.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault he ended up sweet talking me. Besides, I think I was drunk off flavored vodka and Mike’s Hard. You can’t hold me responsible for my actions and he was a stud, I’m sure he would’ve gone a second round with you if you’d asked,” he shrugged barely remembering the dude. The only thing he could really remember was Jamie’s ticked off expression when Robbie came back 15 minutes later with a number and cum in his hair. “Is he still modeling for them? I don’t know if anyone’s got a grandpa fetish enough for someone to write an erotic novel about it. And yeah, sexy if you weren’t such a bottom I’d probably trying to get in your pants right now,” he commented as he grabbed Jamie’s beer to take a swig and break up the sweetness from his own drink.

“Well then, consider my coaster collection eclectic. Each one comes with a special little story about how I shoved it into my pants three minutes before closing time. If that doesn’t speak true to who I am, I don’t know what does,” Jamie shrugged, humoring Robbie just a little more by going along with whatever kind of point he was trying to make. He already knew well enough by now that just going along with it was easier than trying to play the voice of reason, especially when he was three bottles in and already trying to wave the bartender down for another. “Excuse the fuck outta you. I have no baby fat in my cheeks. That’s just..that’s just the way my face is. And I’m pretty sure you get told every other day that you look twelve so who’s really one to talk? Plus I only ever get carded when I come with you. Alone, I definitely pass for being over 18. Next to you, I look fucking prepubescent.” 

Jamie’s expression turned sour more so at the mention of Robbie’s choice of drink that night than the outcome it had for himself - probably wandering home alone and jerking off in the bathroom - he can’t even remember at this point. “He wasn’t that much of a stud. He had a tribal tattoo and was wearing a baseball cap in a club. Not exactly the best catch of the night but he was still my catch.” He was just about ready to give up on his quest for another drink when Robbie snatched up his nearly empty bottle, feigning a look of offense for moment, he let it slide easily thanks to the little compliment his friend had slipped in somewhere alongside an insult, “They’ve moved on to some like, ripped, wavy-haired guy now. We still get people coming in looking for Fabio though. And I’ve done some topping!”

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xander-blackwell:

“You know the worst part about being a well known porn star? Is when you’re relatives google your name and come across your work.” Xander chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s why you gotta use an alter ego. Like Rocky Balboner, Teen LaQueefa, Ben Dover, or Woody Johnson. Do they know you’re a porn star? I mean, did they know that before they went and googled you?”

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andy98435:

Other than the freedom to do almost anything he wanted Andy’s favorite thing about Cherrington was how many pretty little toys gravitated towards the town. Andy wasn’t sure if he just didn’t see the ugly people through will power, but even he noticed that their town was a lot better looking that any he could remember. He waved away the boy’s apology mostly because the boy’s reaction had been cute if more than a bit weird. 

“Oh yes we’ve had a Hentai night at Freak thanks to my sister and he peculiarities, but I have to admit I simply don’t get the appeal.” Andy wrinkled his nose at the idea of something vocally faking an orgasm for a cartoon porn. “I don’t even really enjoy real porn so I suppose that’s not surprising.” He smirked and looked at the boy obviously picturing what he’d look like naked. “So tell me darling what gets you off?” 

After seeing the other dismiss his apology more or less, Jamie let himself go back to enjoying his cigarette, taking a long drag as he eyed the man still in front of him. He wasn’t sure if the man was a potential customer or not since he hadn’t made a move to enter the store or question whether or not they were still open. Whatever it was the man was here for, Jamie certainly wasn’t going to complain at the sight of him. 

“You go to Freak a lot?” he asked, hearing the other bring up that place once again and piquing Jamie’s curiosity now. He’d only been there a handful of times himself, usually with a small group of friends, but just from those few occasions he could definitely understand why the place would attract regulars. He raised his brows, a little surprised to hear the other’s opinion on porn, nodding along as he let his cigarette fall to the ground, “It’s so..awkward, isn’t it? It’s just all weird, uncomfortable sexual positions and invasive camera angles. I think I’d rather watch a homemade tape than something way over edited with bad acting.” He felt his face flush just a little again under the gaze of the man, shoulders shrugging as he ran his fingers through his hair, “You wanna find out?”

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maliaxkibor:

Malia watched his face and she could see the slight change of emotion. “Well I don’t know how easy it is to find hentai magazines online without having to pay for them. He might have to level up from reading to just watching online for free so you don’t get in trouble.” She said nodding her head. She wasn’t upset that he snapped on her earlier, it obviously wasn’t aimed towards her.

“Yeah I’m in here sometimes. Sitting and reading calms me down to an extent.” She said with a smile. “I mean it’s fine I was really just passing by and you already have things set to close. I’d be taking up a lot of time I could spend like half my day in here. Unless you really just don’t mind me looking around.”

“I think you can find anything and everything you could possible imagine - or not wish to imagine, online. Sometimes I wonder if I missed out on anything by never having to keep a Playboy or Playgirl magazine hidden under my mattress. Like some secret right of passage,” Jamie joked somewhat, having a hard time imaging getting off to just pictures in a magazine but then again - his former pre-teen self probably was able to get turned on over just about anything.

“I get that. That’s half the benefit of working here. I can just stand around and read when it’s not busy. But come in, come in. I don’t mind at all. You wouldn’t be wasting my time and I certainly don’t want to waste yours,” he insisted, leading her into the store. 

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rafael--tenner:

“Do they usually only have one of you working?  I would think that’d get kind of crazy, right?”  Rafael followed the younger man into the store, glancing around before he focused back on him with a smile.  “Suppose it’s a good way  to find people with similar tastes like yours, too.  And who to avoid.”  The bouncer joked with a laugh.

He shrugged, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.  “I honestly wasn’t sure if I was gonna get the book or not, I was just gonna look at it.”  Rafe offered him a smile.  “If you have some recommendations for what to get, though, I’d appreciate it.”

“Not during the day or heavy traffic times. Weekend evenings are when we get the most people so there’s usually a few of us working. It doesn’t usually get too crazy on weekday nights so it’s a little easier to manage alone before closing time. We always get our fair share of weird or crazy things though working here, no matter what time or day or how many of us there are.” There was no such thing as a dull day at SMUT. Besides, even if Jamie did find himself working alone at times, there was still plenty to entertain himself with, sticking his nose in a book or chatting up customers. “Yeah, exactly. Always good to scope out compatibility first.” 

Not wanting to intrude on the man for any longer than necessary if alls he wanted was to browse, Jamie started to make his retreat behind the counter when he heard the man taking him up on his offer for suggestions. He paused a little trying to rack his brain of their selection, “Well, depends really. She Comes First I heard is great for advice on giving. We have The Art of Macking - which should be like, everyone’s bible right? If you’re a history buff, you could check out Thy Neighbor’s Wife about the American sexual revolution. We’ve got Kama Sutra playing cards, 365 Sex Positions manual, plenty of small gifts, toys, gadgets. Posters, prints, DVDs. Lots to pick from.”

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jude--hart:

When he heard about Cherrington, how sex was it’s main attraction and its ambition to view sex more positively, he figured it would be a couple sex shops around the city, a few strip clubs and some more liberal bars. That did not turn out to be the case, almost every shop on the streets he went down had something to do with sex, they had taken the idea sex sells to heart. It was certainly a different place to visit, one his lover would have a field day in, if he had joined Jude.

The man had decide to leave the hotel he’d been staying at to explore the city further. Making quiet stops into the stores that caught his attention enough so far the only thing he had bought was a coffee from a place called PieHole which turned out to be better than he expected. Jude spotted the bookshop from across the street and naturally he had to take a look, wondering if the store would just be stocked with books about sex and erotic novels or if they a few hidden gems on the shelves. Not much attention was paid to the younger man until he spoke cause Jude to stop and raise an eyebrow, at who he guessed was a employee of SMUT. “Now just imagine if I was your boss. You may want to look up before going off next time.” He commented before walking into the bookstore.

The curt reply from the man left Jamie no choice but stand there gaping still like an idiot for a beat longer than necessary. Not only was the other attractive but he realized he really would have a lot of explaining to do if it had indeed been his boss to walk up on him like that. Would he have to go into the entire history of his pesky but faithful pint-sized customer? He could only hope his boss would’ve settled it as a ‘misunderstanding’ and let him close the store so he could sulk home. 

Snapping out of his thoughts, he scrambled to push himself off the wall and toss his cigarette, following the very obvious adult - and now apparent very last customer of the night - back into the store. Running his hands along the front of his shirt to smooth it out and ground himself, putting back on his sales floor smile, he hovered near the register as he watched the other move around the store, “Anything in particular you’re looking for? Most of the literature is in the front. DVDs along the wall. Gifts and..things in the back.”

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rilesfyi:

Work never failed to leave Riley feeling dirty and tired, in the absolute least sexy way possible. Hell, if he was being frank, that was kind of the entire reason he’d Yelp'ed the nearest erotic bookstore in the first place; who didn’t love a good Penthouse and cold beer while they wound down for the night? Idiots and weirdos, that’s who. 

Marching past freaks on the streets was second nature to Riley, having grown up in a city with a large homeless population, and he had already made up his mind about ignoring this one if they hadn’t said something first. “’Scuze me??”— Riley paused, interrupted by a spiel better suited for a kid brother than consumer — but even if he had been offended, his laughter betrayed any semblance of anger in the moment anyway. “D a m n, bro, I didn’t think I looked that young,” he said, shifting weight between feet. “If the ‘big boobs’ Google search still got my rocks off, I don’t think I’d be standing here right now, bro.” His gaze danced around the rest of the store as he spoke, only settling on Jamie momentarily. “’Sides, doesn’t everyone just use Pornhub anyways?”

The laughter from the other only fueled Jamie’s own amusement at himself, his shoulder raising in a half-assed apology, “I don’t even know what to say for myself. It’s been a long fucking day.” Opting not to go into detail about the mistake, he let a grin linger on his face as he took another drag of his cigarette, giving the other his 100% full attention now - figuring he owed him that much at least for mistaking him for a 13 year old. “Nah, you look about the proper age for legal consumption of pornographic materials. I probably wouldn’t even have to ID you. Probably,” he teased, knowing full well the other looked quite a few years past 18 (or whatever the legal age is in Canada). 

“Everyone’s got to start somewhere though, right? ‘Big boobs’ in google is basically the starting point of most virtual sexual exploration. Before you realize what a web history is at least.” With everything you could possibly imagine or want - or maybe never hope to stumble upon - being online now, it was truly a wonder that places like SMUT even still existed, Jamie’s place of work being being a refuge for those few that still liked their porn a little more tangible. “Not everyone, otherwise we’d be pretty fucked,” he shrugged, motioning to the store. 

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rafael--tenner:

Despite his best attempt to not laugh, Rafe failed as he reached out a hand to pat the other guy’s back a moment when he choked on the smoke from his cigarette.  He imagined it had to be a surprise to think you were talking to some scrawny kid only to realize it was someone else entirely.  Allowing himself a little grin, Rafe stepped back somewhat.  “I promise I’m not gonna keep you at work too much longer.  Pretty much know what I’m looking for, anyway.”

Smiling back, the older man smirked and shook his head, moving to follow the other male into the store.  “God, no.  Not really my thing, to be honest.  I’m just looking for a book, should be out of your hair pretty quickly.”

This time Jamie felt the tips of his ears go a little red as the other felt compelled enough to help him out by patting his back, clearing his throat before mumbling a soft “Thank you” as show of gratitude. The fact that the man was laughing as well though made him feel a little better, a little less off kilter or fumbling around. “It’s uh, really no problem. I’m not in a hurry close up. I just needed a quick fix if I was going to make it through counting the register, sweeping, restocking Jimmyjanes - all that good stuff,” he smirked. 

“I’ve learned not to judge after working here. People like what they like. Who gives a shit what I think, you know? I’m not the one in the bedroom with them,” he shrugged, moving back towards the counter once inside. Curious now about what the other was looking for, Jamie rubbed at his bottom lip a little as he watched the man move around, “What sort of book? I could point you in the right direction? Make some recommendations maybe.”

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lookatrobbie:

“Hey, just because your place is cheap doesn’t mean you gotta keep it a shit hole. You gotta be classier than that. You ain’t going to attract any of the good guys if you put out above and beyond,” he chastised. Robbie was only a year older than Jamie but he already felt like he had outlived the boy and was that much more wise. He wasn’t just going to give it up and give it up again unless it was mutually beneficial. Clearly something Jamie wasn’t going for after letting a nice fuck walk out of his life without even getting his number. 

“Sounds like a catch to me. I’ll keep my eye out for him. I’ll get his number for you.” Sure, he’d acquire those digits through a quickie but that was the price Jamie’d have to pay for not getting them himself. After all, there were worse people to be pogo sisters with than Robbie. “Oh please, that’s so dumb. You need to quit reading so many of your ‘romantic novels’. Playing hard to get just leaves you being a sexy wallflower in this day and age.”

“I have some class! I’ve started to use coasters now, I’ll have you know. They may or may not be ones I’ve swiped from various bars around the neighborhood but they’re coasters nonetheless. And I’ve graduated to eating more than just a bagel for dinner each night. I finally mastered the art of boiling pasta. I’ve come a long way since you first found me. You should be proud of that,” he pointed out, offering Robbie a little wink as he finished off his beer. Robbie never seemed short on advice to dish out and no matter how much he tried to insist that it fell on deaf ears when it came to Jamie, sometimes it was best just to nod along and pretend like he was considering it. “Next time I want someone’s number I’ll try to be more straightforward about it, okay? But I don’t think this guy even knew what the fuck my name was,” he chuckled. 

“I think last time we tried to do that, you were the one who ended up with his dick in your mouth and not me.” Not that he minded of course - most of the guys Jamie met at a bar weren’t exactly the type to write home about. Plus it wasn’t like the two of them hadn’t swapped spit already, a few hazy makeout sessions with Robbie swimming around in his head somewhere. “Don’t talk shit about my Fabio books, you bitch. You know how touchy I am about those,” he joked, feigning a look of distain before letting his face break out into a grin, “A sexy wallflower huh?”

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andy98435:

“If I want to see breasts I’ll just have a topless night at Freak thank you.” Andy snorted as he heard the boy’s rude little answer. He had come down Smut figuring he’d pick up a few gifts. He wanted to get something for Kennedy since she had helped him take care of one of his former employee’s who had thought it was a good idea to leave him for the so called competition. Of course the girl who was now rotting in a cell on some serious drug charges probably realized her mistake. But that left Andy with a need to say thank you. He spoiled Kennedy, but he was fairly certain that was half the reason he still had her loyalty. 

He looked unimpressed at the apology and crooked an eyebrow at the boy. Though he did like the blush. “Besides what is the point of animated tits?” Andy sounded truly baffled. Of course he’d never been one for anything, but the real thing. Porn and the like had never appealed to him. It simply wasn’t interactive enough. Seeing and hearing wasn’t near enough he needed more than that. 

Jamie was quick to laugh at the other’s remark, covering his face with his hands as he tried to recover from unwittingly sticking his foot in his mouth. Since burying his head in the sand wasn’t exactly an option at the moment, he sighed letting his hands drop away from his face before looking at him fully, offering him an apologetic grin, “You can see a lot more than breasts at Freak. Honestly - I’m sorry about that. It’s been a long day,” he shook his head, not even sure if the man needed or wanted an explantation. 

“Oh, trust me. I’ve asked the same question like a million times and I still don’t get it. That shit is huge in Japan though. Manga, hentai, yaoi. They have like, entire movies that are just basically animated porn. Imagine getting paid to voice a character that’s having an orgasm. Crazy, right?” he shrugged, still amused by it all despite the fact that he now has to sell it, “Whatever gets people off though. I’ve seen worse.”

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rafael--tenner:

Rafe couldn’t help but be a little amused, the younger man clearly having no idea who it was that had just walked up to him.  Biting back a laugh when the kid finally looked up, not wanting to embarrass him or anything, Rafe just offered a smile and took one last drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke out before replying.  “Nah, you’re fine.  I should have said something when I walked up.”

Dropping the cigarette down, Rafe put it out and then turned his attention back to the other male.  He moved a hand up, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.  “I was just gonna ask if you guys were open much later.  If not, I can always come back tomorrow or something.”

Jamie nearly choked on the smoke of his cigarette at the sight of the man before him, having took too sharp of an inhale. After expecting a scrawny 13 year old to be standing in front of him, nothing could have properly prepared him for the attractive man that stood before him instead. Any hope of trying to recover and play it cool now had gone totally out of the fucking window. Hoping to at least salvage some of it, he laughed at himself, rubbing at the side of his temple and a faint wish that the sidewalk would swallow him whole glimmered at the back of his mind. “All I have to say for myself is thank fucking god it’s the end of the day.” 

Hearing the question, Jamie was quick to toss down his cigarette as well, stubbing it out with his boot as he offered the man a smile, “Yeah, we’re still open actually. I was just taking a quick break. You here for some anime tits too?” he joked, motioning the other to follow him into the store. 

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maliaxkibor:

Malia decided that tonight would be a good night for a walk it was one of the first times all day that she wasn’t busy with clients and just needed a moment to herself. She ended up walking by SMUT she looked inside but saw that the lights were off. She liked going in there and looking at the books and a lot of the time she ended up making a purchase.

As she walked she heard Jamie’s comment. She couldn’t help but let out a little laugh then shook her head. “He sounds like a little shit honestly.” She said laughing and shaking her head. She couldn’t really imagine a thirteen year old actually going into a bookstore to look at boobs when he had the internet at his disposal.

Jamie’s face melted into something a little less embarrassed as she laughed at him, feeling himself relaxing once again as he nodding in agreement, “Yeah. He’s a real piece of work, that kid. He comes around like clockwork, honestly. I took pity on him and let him buy a hentai mag once and I haven’t been able to shake him since.” He figured he at least owed the poor bystander an explanation for his random outburst. 

Tossing his cigarette to the ground, he looked at her a little more closely now since his face was no longer beat-red, realizing after a moment that he recognized. “You come here sometimes, yeah? Were you wanting to take a look around? We’re not closed yet - technically. I was just getting ready to but I can keep it open a little longer if you wanted to come in?”