To call the music blaring would have been a bit of an understatement. The foundation of the Salvatore Boarding House was shaking, and the song had just started. Of course, the speaker system in the house was quite possibly stupidly loud. Not just that, it was Aerosmith; Cryin' to be specific.
Damon sat oddly calm in a comfy chair in the living, patiently reading through a very old copy of The Turn Of The Screw while the song blasted and Steven Tyler loudly lamented about sweet misery. He had no desire to hear reality. Largely because it sucked. Hard. And not in a good way.
Not looking up from his story, Damon slightly arched an eyebrow. He fished the remote to the sound system up and lowered the volume. "Hello, Jeremy. Where's Wolfy?"
Jeremy never surprised by anything Damon did or said, rolled his eyes. "Tyler is due by in a little bit," He corrected. "Why?"
"Just not used to seeing one without the other," Damon explained. He had a point. Ever since their hooking up, the most distance that anyone had seen between Jeremy and Tyler was probably four or five yards."What's up, Jer?" Damon asked, voice playful.
Ever since Jeremy and Tyler had hooked up, the young Gilbert had opened up a lot more. Now he actually talked to people and behaved like a normal teenager, albeit one who was heels over head in love. This had actually thawed the frost that had largely covered the potential friendship between Damon and Jeremy. This was one of the more amusing aspects of the whole thing. Damon was dangerously close to admitting that he enjoyed the company.
"Not much," Jeremy finally answered, dropping himself onto the couch. He was nothing if not informal.
"Feet off the furniture." Damon instructed. Jeremy completely ignored him.
"So, you're the only person in town," Jeremy yawned. "Everyone else is on vacation."
"Hence you're stuck spending time with my wonderful self," Damon said, rising from his chair and 'gently' rearranging Jeremy so both had room on the couch. Jeremy wore a bemused facial expression. "What? Is it just Tyler that's allowed to touch you?"
"Yes," Jeremy pouted. Though, that gave him a great off-ramp into his next question, which certainly counted as awkward. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Uh-oh," Damon smirked. "But sure."
"So, Tyler wants to get out of town this weekend. He has a cabin/chalet thing somewhere."
"How romantic," Damon quipped, imagining Jeremy and Tyler on the cover of a cheesy romance novel. "What's the occasion?"
"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Jeremy blushed, but still smiling. "I think this is, uhh, supposed to be our...first time."
Damon couldn't remember in his 170 years a time when he laughed so hard. He was practically rolling on the couch, unable to contain the hilarity. "S...seriously?"
Jeremy, a little offended but still smiling, nodded. Damon laughing was attractive in a scarily creepy way. "It's Tyler's idea, I guess. He said he wanted it to be special."
Correction: Now Damon couldn't remember a time when he laughed so hard. The Vamp just wanted Jeremy to keep talking in the hopes that whatever came next would somehow be funnier. Damon gestured for Jeremy to keep talking. Jeremy rolled his eyes but still continued.
"We're supposed to leave in a day or so. And, well, neither of us has any idea what do." Jeremy explained, his shy cuteness radiating.
"Do?" Damon repeated.
"Yeah, do." Jeremy confirmed.
"...Wait, you don't mean... I'm supposed to tell you... how that works..." Damon found himself trailing, realizing he had been asked to explain the subtle and infinite mysteries of certain bedroom activities. It was now Jeremy's turn to laugh like an idiot. So much so he found himself unable to sit up straight, and thus slumped next to Damon, body riddled with near-giggles. "Really, Jeremy? You're asking me? Why?"
Jeremy was able to compose himself long enough to explain it the way Tyler had. "Look at you. In shape, stylish, perfect hair. You've done some guys in your lifetime."
Damon gave the kid credit for saying it like that. And for being right. "So what if I have?"
"Then help me and Tyler out," Jeremy implored.
"So it can be special?" Damon asked.
"Among other things, yeah. We'd also like it to feel as good as possible."
Okay, Damon was impressed with that. Or maybe he was just a little aroused at listening to Jeremy talk about how he wanted his first time to go.
"So, I'm supposed to tell you two how to screw?" Damon said aloud, his timing perfect as Tyler had just entered.
"Jer, seriously? You couldn't wait for me to get here?" Tyler asked, grinning slightly as he leaned over and pecked Jeremy on the forehead. Damon smirked at this, still not overly used to Tyler Lockwood not acting like a dick.
"Apparently Jeremy is less inhibited than we all thought," Damon smirked. "He actually had the guts to ask me to be y'alls sex coach."
Tyler took the open seat opposite Damon, sort of smiling the whole time. "And?"
Damon's attention shifted back and forth from the two teens, each wore a face that mixed humor with genuine interest. "Okay, just repeating. You two... want me to show you all how to screw like men?"
"Yes." Jeremy and Tyler answered in unison, trading smiles.
Damon appeared deep in thought. It was an unusual request, but on the other hand he was a little touched that the two had come to him personally as opposed to some skeezy website. It was a little warped, but the elements of loyalty and trust were most definitely involved.
"I'll do it," Damon answered, to Jeremy and Tyler's relief. "On one condition."
"What?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm coming with you...and I want in."