At 7:15, there was a light rapping on the door. Edd agilely jumped from his warm reading spot on the sofa and greeted his visitor (if you want to call his sassing a greeting).
"You do realize that you are a quarter past the designated hour," and his voice dripped with confrontation. "Was arriving late your little act of rebellion? How adorable. It appears that my puppy requires some discipline."
Kevin half-frowned, maintaining standoffishness, "Did you ask me to show up just so you could talk shit in your doorway?"
"It's copacetic, pumpkin. You attested your obedience to me already," Edd patronized the boy, "And I called you for a study session, remember?" He then suddenly grabbed Kevin by his leather jacket and pulled him into his house.
Surprised and thereby thrown off balance, Kevin stumbled into the foyer. Concealing his embarrassment with an insult, "I see you didn't fix that OCD of yours," and he gestured to the dozens of sticky notes across the room, which now appeared to be color-coded instead of just standard yellow. Kevin stood, positively uncomfortable. Unknowingly displaying one of his own nervous mannerisms, he rubbed the back of his neck, eliciting another smug grin from his host.
"Oh dear, you cannot even fathom the depths of my psychosis," and Edd fell back onto the couch, hiding his contentment when Kevin followed his lead. The redhead smelled faintly of cigarettes and cologne, and Edd discovered that it made for an inviting combination. And being the impatient (not to mention desirous in the presence of fresh meat) boy that he was, he felt no need to resist the temptation sitting right next to him. With unnerving poise, he pounced.
Kevin, now pinned beneath a lissome boy in tight pants, fluidly reacted with a grimace and a fist full of Edd's shirt, pulling him in closer until their foreheads pressed against one another. His face was hot with irritation and maybe a little embarrassment. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he growled in that husky voice of his which only made him even more enticing. The whirr of the ceiling fan filled the silence which followed.
But before he shoved Edd off, that dork sunk on top of him, and their lips coalesced. It was tender at first – almost hesitant – but it immediately turned forceful. The redhead pushed him off; feeling robbed of a kiss, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He straddled indecision. Double Dee was playing him, and even Kevin could see through his gap-toothed smirk, his provoking words, that unexpected kiss. He wanted to smear that grin right off the boy's pretty, girlish face. He wanted to rip him apart at the seams, but he also wanted to sew him back up with kisses.
"For all your protesting, you enjoyed kissing me back," Edd murmured, bedroom eyes and that sphingine smile still curling his lips as he placed a soft hand on Kevin's jaw. With his thumb on the redhead's chin, he pressed down, forcing the boy's mouth to part. And he kissed him. Again. And again.
It was completely aggressive, and Kevin conceded, finding himself gripping Edd's hips, sure to bruise, and tangling his strong fingers in his the boy's clothing. Although Kevin was scarcely taller, Edd was effeminately thin and all too easy for Kevin to lift up and throw down. Oh how he wanted to break that beautiful face, but instead he kissed it, running his lips along the edge of his jaw down the slender curve of his neck.
Author's Note: Oops~ I'm at work and got distracted...