Help.
Help.
Help.
It's the only word that echoed through Edd's mind.
Tord had left the gang.
Tord had left him.
Every night, he'd dream about the Norwegian male who had captured his heart back in high school. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, as he knew it would ruin the friendship they had. Edd just suffered through his blossoming manhood with unrequited love all the way.
Every night, Edd just sat in bed grieving over Tord's betrayal and always wished for him to come back. Sure, he may have almost killed Tom and actually killed Jon but there was just a huge gap in Edd's heart that wouldn't allow him to move on. Dreams plagued his mind over them having a happy relationship, only to be crushed by reality in waking up in the morning. How Edd hoped that Tord came back for good! He'd even run away to his location if he had to; soon, it was like an obsession. Matt and Tom didn't matter anymore to him, it was only Tord and would always be Tord.
Tom saw this change in Edd quite quickly. Edd was always holed up in his room stalking Tord's old social media accounts. He still animated, but not up to the quality the others knew. Tom had pressured him to go out and stuff, but he did it very rarely. More often than not, Edd would prefer to stay in his room.
Help.
Help.
Edd couldn't rid of that voice.
Help.
Suddenly, his body jerked up on from sleep and the voice faded. His mind wandered off to Tord once more. Looking at the picture of him on his bedside table, lustful thoughts entered him but he furiously tried to rid of them. Slowly but surely, his member extended to its full length. Edd blushed a deep red and buried his face into his hands. It was sinful to do that to a friend, but he couldn't help it. Sweat drops were already forming on his face from just thinking about what would go on if they were to fuck.
Edd had never been much of a masturbator. He was usually very innocent when others talked about the subject. Fapping was a touchy thing to talk about with him, for no reason. Edd only did it around about once or twice a year; his libido levels weren't high at all. Though, for a first, he had something to jerk off to.
He slid down his boxer shorts and stared at his member. It wasn't considered big nor small, but it'd do (like any other penis) for masturbation. His hand reached under the bed for the worn red hoodie laid there. It still smelt of Tord: cigarettes and machine oil. The scent turned him on so Edd placed his hand on his erection and slid his hand up and down.
He moaned softly as he quickened the pace of his going back and forth. Due him not doing it in so long, the feeling was immense. This sinful act to trade for a few seconds of euphoria was worth it to Edd. All he could imagine was Tord and himself having sex together. He didn't want to do this but he did.
After a while of him being a hot and moaning mess, a knot was starting to form in Edd's stomach; a feeling of ecstasy was running through him mind. Desperately thinking about Tord to finish himself off, the only image in his mind was the hot Norwegian he'd loved for so long. Not long after, Edd came onto his bedsheets. A thick white fluid was all over part of his bed, but he didn't care. It felt good, but horrible at the same time. The whole picture came into view that he'd done something as bad as that to an old friend who might be dead.
He put the red hoodie underneath his bed once more and just slept on the opposite side of his bed where the semen was.
Oh, how he still wished to see him once more.