Series: Ed, Edd & Eddy
Pairing(s): Edd/Kevin
Summary: Double-D could honestly not say that he ever thought he'd be jealous of a bike.
Disclaimer: Ed, Edd & Eddy and all related characters, etc. are not my property, and no profit is being made off of them here.
Other Notes: I'm starting to realize that I support some fairly obscure pairings. And that makes me sad, due to a general lack of fanfiction about 'em, but hey, what can a girl really do? Besides write crappy fanfiction herself... huh. xD Well, whaddya know. Anyway, this isn't beta'd, and it's really just a drabble without the prescribed word limit attached. Sorry it's so short.
And remember: writers don't breathe or eat food or drink water. We get all our sustenance from reviews. So keep me from dying and review! Please. Critique extra welcome. :D
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Double-D could honestly not say that he ever thought he'd be jealous of a bike.
Granted, he wasn't exactly jealous of the bike, per se... Indeed, he couldn't say that he had any real desire to be waxed or oiled or wiped down with that filthy rag, and he certainly didn't want to get into any puns or metaphors involving riding. His mind never descended quite that far into the proverbial gutter, even if his person had physically been down gutters before. In both the literal and the metaphorical sense, the experience was much too unclean.
Metaphors aside, when he watched the strong, calloused hands and the attentive, sensitive gaze that Kevin ran over the bike's slim frame, neither Double-D's extensive vocabulary nor the breath that caught in the back of his throat could have conceived any word besides "jealous" for his sentiments towards the bicycle. The bicycle which, graced constantly with the rare and radiant attention of the cul-de-sac's most attractive male, positively preened in the glow of a new coat of wax. In Double-D's eyes, the vehicle was all but mocking him. Of course, he was all too aware that that was the jealousy talking. Jealous. Dirty for a word, and lacking in descriptiveness, as far as Double-D's feelings towards the bike were concerned. Though, as he could have easily argued with himself, that inarticulacy was rather cleanly balanced by the intense verbosity of Double-D's thoughts towards Kevin.
Though silent, the swarm and flurry of adjectives that came to mind as Kevin's smile grew while his hands worked deftly at buffing out a particularly nasty scratch could have sung odes to Kevin's work, the attention given to the bike, the attention oft directed towards Naz, the strong hands. Stunning, remarkable, breathtaking, lovely, seductive, provocative...
The list grew, as did Double-D's blush. He chased the words from his mind as best he could, that effort coming up fruitless, and he heard irony in his thoughts' tone as they pointed out how typical it was that words were the last thing he wanted to use to emphasize how he felt about Kevin.
He didn't notice he was staring until Kevin reached around him for the wax, and his eyes flicked involuntarily from Kevin's working hands to the rest of Kevin. Still, he couldn't quite look away, but...
"Hey Sockhead!" came Eddy's raucous and obtuse yell, "What're you looking at?"
"N-nothing," he managed to choke out as he averted his eyes.
"Then come on already! This thing isn't gonna build itself."
Chasing his thoughts away again, Double-D turned the corner, following Eddy and leading along Ed, as per usual. And as per usual, he didn't see Kevin's knowing smirk, nor the flick of his eyes up and over to Double-D, nor did he hear Kevin's slight and defeated "oh well" as he returned to his work.