Double D wasn't certain as to why it was he felt so nervous.

His parents were gone for the weekend, his ants are doing well, everything is labeled properly and in its place… he was positive all was in order.

Perhaps, he thought, it wasn't any of that weighing him down. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed apparent what it was that was bugging him. Honestly, it had been the obvious answer, he was just hoping he wouldn't have to address it. In fact, he'd been spending the entire day trying not to think about it.

"Come on, Double Dork, I feel like I'm pulling both of our weight here."

Kevin. Yes that must be why he's so nervous. Kevin is in Edd's home, his room, his bed, on top of him. "I-I apologize Kevin. It seems I have a lot on my-"

"Are you nervous?" Kevin smirked as he looked down at the boy beneath him. Of course he knew Edd was nervous, it had been obvious from the moment he opened the door. Yes, the only reason Kevin even bothered asking is that he hasn't quite gotten over his joy in watching the dork squirm.

Double D's eyes looked as if they'd pop out of his head when Kevin asked the question; was he really that obvious? "Nervous? Whatever could I have to be nervous about?" He laughed uncomfortably as he looked into Kevin's green eyes, watching as his smile grew longer.

Kevin's head lowered, however instead of meeting Edd's lips he went straight for the neck, planting light kisses there before moving up to rest his lips next to his ear, breathing, "Today I'm going to make you feel good."

Double D gasped, turning a deep red. Kevin snickered as he pressed his own lips against this dork's. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he said between kisses.

Edd couldn't believe it but with every filthy word that poured out of Kevin's mouth, he felt himself liking it more and more. It seemed so… indecent. "Kevin is that absolutely necessary?" Edd questioned him despite himself, voice shaky. His question was answered when Kevin moved his hand to grab at his crotch, earning a high pitched yelp.

"It seems to be working for you." His hand moved from where it was holding firmly at Edd's crotch, sliding underneath his shirt. Through this Kevin maintained eye contact, watching as Edd squirmed against him, watching that blush spread from his cheeks to his ears, watching the way he closed his eyes tightly as if that would help subside is desire. How cute. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"Kevin!" Double D tried his best to sound offended, to sound like maybe this really wasn't doing it for him, like the way Kevin was talking to him right now wasn't exactly what he fantasized about when he got himself off. The more he tried to will these little truths away, the more prominent they seemed to become. He felt betrayed by his own body.

"Admit it, Double Dweeb: you like when I call you a slut, don't you? Yeah, you like it when I tell you how good I'm going to make you feel, huh?" Kevin pulled Edd's shirt up, leaving it wrapped around the top of his chest. His hands traveled, lightly brushing his nipples before he brought his mouth down on top of the right one, giving it a tickling lick. "I bet you like this so much you could cum before I even touch you there," he hovered a hand back over his crotch, then lowered his voice to a whisper, "but you better not."

Double D gulped, arching his chest as Kevin's mouth latched onto his nipple, squeezing his eyes shut, and secretly hoping this treatment would continue. He didn't say anything; didn't really feel he needed to. He wasn't going to reprimand Kevin for his dirty mouth, nor could he find it in himself to sink into that filthy talk and encourage the behavior.

"You like your nipples sucked just like a bitch." Kevin grinned as he let his teeth graze the jerking boy's nipple. "You know what they say, baby: act like a bitch," again Kevin's hand made contact with Edd's half hardened crotch, "get fucked like a bitch."

Edd wasn't entirely certain if he'd ever heard anyone say that before now, but the thought on it was fleeting as he soon became much more focused on the hand palming at his forming erection. He lowered both of his hands to cover the one kneading his crotch, pushing at it and angling himself desperately as he grew harder. "K-Kevin, please…"

"Please, what?" Kevin teased, outlining Double D's cock through the two layers of fabric separating them.

"Please…" Edd pleaded, hoping he wouldn't have to say it but anticipating the answer he'd inevitably receive.

"Let me hear you beg."

Edd whimpered, gripping the hand that stroked him. "You are t-too cruel, Kevin." In reply, Kevin kneaded harder, smirking widely when Edd reflexively jerked upwards. "P-please, Kevin, I- Please…"

"How am I supposed to know what you want if you won't say it?" Kevin teased him, taking a subsided bully's pride in the way this dork writhed against every word he said.

Double D gritted his teeth, tonguing his gap and closing his eyes again. However, when Kevin began to remove his hand, he found his eyes flying open, his mouth falling loose as he spoke; "Kevin please, if you're going to touch me at least undress me first."

Kevin frowned. "That wasn't very sexy, Double Dork."

"Neither is that nickname. Regardless, I have held up my side of this bargain, Kevin, and I fully expect you to…" Edd trailed off as Kevin pulled at his pants, only teasingly, and winked at him. He watched as Kevin undid the buttons of his jeans, struggling with it in his need to show off. Double D made a mental note to remember that. Kevin tugged Edd's jeans and underwear down violently, pulling his legs up in the process of it. When the jeans finally hit the ground and before Edd's legs could find their place again, he felt a grip at the base of his now bare cock. There was a sharp intake of breath as he met eyes with Kevin.

"Tell me what you want, baby." There was a moment of intensity, legitimate intensity, that was lacking in this exchange before. Edd's breath was coming out a little harder, and Kevin's eyes narrowed, sharpening the emerald gaze he held on his partner. The moment seemed like it might be one that lasted forever, that is, until Kevin interrupted with an addendum to his previous statement. "But at least try to make it sexy this time."

Edd released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, looking at Kevin through half lidded eyes. He raised a hand to Kevin's chest, sliding it up to his shoulder before he spoke. "I want you to make me cum, babe." Double D tried to seem facetious, tried his hardest not to show how much he really felt those lewd words, but he knew it was obvious. Even if his hitched tone hadn't betrayed him, the blood that filled his cock was a telltale sign.

"Damn, Double Dor- baby," Kevin muttered, feeling his own pants tighten even more. Was that even possible? He leaned forward and spit onto the cock he held, the one attached to his favorite dork, and began to move his hand along its length. He started at a moderate velocity, pulling the skin up around the head, and pulling it back down. The motions Kevin made may not have been pro, but he has gotten better since they started. The half rotating pump he'd worked into, he knew, could do Edd in.

Sure enough, Double D hunched over, pulling both hands to Kevin's shoulders as he rested his head against his chest. "K-Kevin, stop…"

"Shhh, it's okay baby, you can cum." Kevin whispered the words, kissing the top of Edd's head when he came onto his hand. He leaned him back into the bed as he took quick, shaky little breaths, observing him. Kevin thought he was goddamn fucking gorgeous after he came and it became more and more apparent every time they did this. Groaning, Kevin lay over him. "You're so fucking hot, Edd."

Double D chuckled tiredly, laying a hand over the back of Kevin's head. "Thank you, Kevin."

Leaning down, Kevin kissed him. It didn't seem like a dirty kiss, not the kind of kiss that's made in the midst of sex. It wasn't a peck either, not the kind of kiss that's made when you're leaving for work after your wife made you breakfast. It was the kind of kiss when you're in the post-cum glow, and your not-boyfriend tells you that you're hot, and he leans down to kiss you, the kind of kiss that lets you know just how hot he thinks you are.

But maybe Edd was just over thinking it.