(KAI) I've been active on DA for a long time, but was never part of any clubs. Then, I joined Gravy and Biscuts (sic), an EdEdd group.
And that is my excuse for why I wrote a few EdEdd shots instead of finishing WIM and Des.

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Hands

He is unusually languid, spread across Ed's bed and flipping idly through an outdated science mag. His neck aches from holding the awkward position, but he waits to finish one more article before pushing the magazine away and stretching-

-brushing against Ed's prone form.

"Are you still sleeping?" he asks softly, running one finger across a series of freckles that dot Ed's hand.

"Mm-mm," Ed negates, sitting up and catching the other boy's hand in his own. The tall young man's eyes are half-closed, and foggy with sleep. Blankets pool around his mid-section, and the t-shirt he'd stripped down to is clinging to his toned midsection.

"I'll turn down the electric blanket," the shorter one offers, and just as he's finished saying it, it's done. Ed smiles sleepily at him, and the blonde's heart catches in his throat.

Ed's smile seems quiet and lofty, and he asks, "What? Double-D?"

Double-D flushes and looks down, hoping to be lost in the folds of his sweater. It's only that- does Ed have any idea how handsome he is? How simple and striking? Edd's mind races with the features of his friend's face; the strong eyebrows, warm eyes, straight nose, smiling mouth.

"You're all red," Ed says simply, touching Double-D's hands where the other boy had grazed his own.

Double-D smiles happily, and he folds their hands together without chancing a look into Ed's gentle face. "Yeah... I suppose I must be."

The taller boy doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss Double-D, and he doesn't stop himself from smiling into it. A quiet strain of low-key music is wavering behind them- beautiful notes straining from a patched-up radio. Double-D leans limply into the bigger boy, and Ed shivers. Kissing him- kissing him right now- is the most wonderful human being in the entire world. Too thin, too small, too worrisome, too jittery, too merciful, too beautiful for words with the soft cheeks and frowning mouth.

Their kiss ends with a brief parting of air that hangs between their lips like a lull in music.

"Are you going to sleep?" Ed's voice is strangely clear in the hush, just before the next track, and Double-D can only nod vaguely, feeling himself being pulled up against the warmth of Ed's t-shirt.

He's so strong- easily capable of breaking and destroying and causing damage-

-but one might never know it, getting drawn up gently, folded neatly into achingly warm blankets and even more achingly warm arms.