Here we go again.

xoxo

AAAAA

Kevin felt awake before he opened his eyes. And he was kinda enjoying it. This, lying in his bed, his goddamn bed in his house. This is so fucking good, let me never wake up.

"Wakey wakey Kevin darling! Rise and shine sweet pea!" Kevin let out a groan as his mother bounced into the room on high heels, he could tell by the clicking that made his eye twitch.

"Mom, I just got out of prison for Christ's sake! Can I go one day where you're not being my mother! It's not like I have school or anything." Kevin moaned into his pillow before tossing over onto his other side, giving his mother his back.

"You're right dear…well I can always just throw away the bacon and pancakes…."

"The food trick isn't going to work on me mom." She huffed and started tapping her heel…then he felt it. A small shudder ran its way up his spine. She was going to do something.

"Alright Kevin, you win….so I'm going to let you sleep but I'll need these sheets to wash, but I hope you don't still do that obnoxious habit of sleeping in the nude," She reached for the sheets and Kevin shot up in bed, covers falling into his lap, and his eyes wide open staring at his mother.

"Don't. You. Dare." His eyes narrowed.

"Oh I will, now if you don't want us to revisit the days of my commenting on what a cute little boy you are I suggest you get into some pants and get down there and eat with your father and I." Her eyes narrowed and they stared down before he gave in and muttered, "fine," then she smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Love to love you Kevin." She smiled and laughed her way out.

Kevin grumbled but got out of bed, knowing she'd be back in three or so minutes, and pulled on some of his old sweat…three sizes too small, looks like he'd be going shopping soon. Down the stairs, taking them three at a time, he bounded into the kitchen and practically pounced his seat before saying good morning to his father, who sat with his tablet and coffee at the opposite end of the small round table.

"She threaten you with the sheet changing thing?"

"Yep."

His father chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee, "yeah that's my baby girl."

"….old people." Kevin snorted when his father laughed and began to eat the steaming pile of bacon, eggs and pancakes that had been set in front of him. "Thank you mom."

"Anytime babe, so I'm thinking we should go down to the mall and get you some new clothing," she said, eyeing his lack of shirt and too short pants. "But it'll be quick, we need to hustle you over to the library to get your community service hours over with."

"I have to start today?" Kevin whined. He knew that this was required, a few dozen hours of volunteering, just so the courts could see he wasn't a raging teenaged killer. But still. This was his first day back. He wanted to see his old friends, walk the neighborhood, and see a movie.

And he had no trouble telling his mother all of that. Plus a few choice adjectives.

"Well too bad babe, you're going, maybe it'll clean your mouth out." His mother smacked the back of his head before smiling and sitting in front of her own plate.

Kevin let himself fall back into a slouch and sighed heavily. This was not his idea of being free. This was torture. Very slow and very quiet torture. "Fine, how long am I there for?"

"You owe 90 hours to the library, and that's it, so I guess figuring out your schedule is something that the ladies there do...and you know them Kevin, their lovely women. They'll go easy on you." She smiled and turned to his father and began to talk normally. Chat like nothing was wrong, but then again, nothing was wrong. This was his life again.

Kevin heaved another sigh and continued to eat. No use fighting it, besides, soon it'd be done and he could focus on getting past this. Living his life as a free man. After a few minutes of eating, his plate cleared, Kevin placed his dish near the sink and went back up to his room and searched through his clothing, trying on everything he own for something that fit.

A few of his jackets were tight, but they covered everything, and he had a couple of shorts that he could squeeze into, and most of his boxers still fit, but his shirts were all too tight, and all his jeans had to be donated. Piling all his clothing onto his bed he went back downstairs and got a few trash bags from his mother.

"Hey Kevin?" His mother called up to him as he was putting his clothing into the bags.

"Whats up mom?"

"Be ready in ten minutes okay? Oh! And before we go can I have you run something across the street?"

"Sure mom!" With that he tied a knot in the last bag and piled them by his door before going into his bathroom, looking around he found his old deodorant. Giving it a sniff before applying it, it can last me a few hours before I pick up a new stick.

He ran back and grabbed the trash bags and headed downstairs, his father passed him in the hallway calling out a "bye Kevin!" over his shoulder as he left the house. His mother came over to him in the kitchen, taping a small folded piece of paper to the bag. "I need you to run this right across the street to number 11, remember it's Edward's house?"

"Sure mom, whatever you say." Kevin said and walked out the front, hoisting the bag over his shoulder and pulled the hem of his too small, too tight jacket down to stop from revealing all of his washboard abs. I should show up to the library shirtless, they would get a hell of a lot more customers then, haha.

He walked across the street, whistling a nameless tune he had picked up from his cell mate, before getting to the front of the manicured lawn and the clean, pristine and well…prettiest porch in the neighborhood. He shifted the bag before pushing his finger against the doorbell. His nose picking up the freshly cooked smell of eggs and pancakes. Despite just eating, his mouth watered. This scent was the same the one in his home but…something was mixed with it…it was delicious.

He heard the doorknob turning and fixed his best devil-sex-god smile that he had perfected for conjugal visitation days. Hey. His parents hadn't been able to visit sometimes, and he was a teenage boy, he got horny, and sure as fuck wasn't sleeping with a prison queen. So he had to hope and prey on the women that came to visit. And oh how he had hunted.

But none of the conjugal visit prepared him for the sight that he was met with at the door.

"Kevin? Hey."

AAAA

Double D had spent a hour making those cupcakes, and then another making Eddy his breakfast, and changing, and dragging said man out of bed, and then doing all his Wednesday chores before he had to go out for his charity work.

It had been quite nice to sleep for those few hours, as little as it seemed it made a world of difference for him. Granted he still was pale and thin and had deep shadows under his eyes, but he felt happier and more energetic. He had even hummed a little swing music that morning, he was feeling so scandalous.

He had thrown on a larger than normal shirt, the neck of it hanging slightly on his boney shoulder and the short sleeves coming down to his elbows, and the tight jeans he had found himself unable to resist wearing. A bold thing for him to do, considering he only owned this one pair of jeans, his parents had always thought them for the classless. But he had bought them lord only knows how many years ago, hoping that one day he could wear them to a date or something, how hopeful he had been years ago. Now here he was, humming around his kitchen as the day began, Eddy was sitting at the table eating and talking, and all Double D had to do was smile and agree.

Then the doorbell rang, and Eddy didn't hear it, and Double D laughed delicately at what Eddy had said before gently setting the dish in the sink and wiping his hands on his towel, before quickly going to the front door telling Eddy to wait just a second before telling the rest of the latest story of his life.

Double D smiled and went over to the door, putting his hand on the knob, and drew in a deep breath, fixing his smile and pulling his beanie back just enough for his thin eyebrows to peek out he turned the knob and smiled.

And was met with a god. Or more or less, Kevin, though Double D was tempted to classify them in the same category. Standing tall and firm, with rippling muscles and a perfect chiseled face, red hair and a jacket that barely contained his muscles, Kevin stood with a huge bag over one shoulder and an unexpected look of surprise on his handsome face.

"Kevin? Hey." He said, somehow managing to find his voice and sound calm and collected. Smiling gently he leaned slightly onto the side of his door and looked up, "how are you? What can I do for you on this fine day?"

On the outside he knew he sounded calm and collected, but on the inside he was burning up. Because really. He was only human. A very lonely and romantic-craving gay teen. And when faced with a tall sexy redhead with muscles and a smile that says "let me lick cream off you" and eyes that say "let me hold you, your perfect for me in every way"…well it was a bit hard to focus.

But Kevin's deep voice cut through his thoughts and drew his eyes up to the mouth that moved, how lips can be so…intense I'll never know but…

"Anyways so my mom wanted me to give these to you, I guess their my old clothing that don't' fit anymore," Kevin gave a small bark of laughter, "I've had a bit of a growth spurt…so here." He held the bag out and Double D suddenly felt his thoughts racing to catch up with Kevin's words. Kevin's mother giving me his old clothing…? Why….oh wait, she'll probably wants me to re-stitch and refit them for the House. I'm sure the kids will love them.

"Oh of course, thank you Kevin, just," he held out his hand to grasp the bag of clothing, Kevin for his part hoisted it down from his shoulder and held it out for Double D's waiting grip.

And then, something…seemingly bizarre happened. Double D reached out and placed his hand over Kevin's to grasp the bag. Suddenly he felt his heartbeat quicken, and he felt a rush of heat hit him. Looking up into the swirling depths of Kevin's eyes he pulled in a shaking breath before he took the bag from Kevin, forcing the hand to hand contact to end.

"Okay, thank you Kevin, I'll just…" He backed into his house slowly before closing the door in Kevin's stunned face. Turning around he dropped the bag by the front table and leaned against the door and took in a shaky breath. I've never felt like this before…was that…desire? Double D shook his head, standing straight again he went back to the kitchen calling, "Eddy, can you please give me a ride to the library today? I've supposed to help train the new volunteer."

AAAAAA

Kevin stared at the closed door for a few moments, his hand tingling from the contact, his thoughts racing with images and words that seemed to only make his small headache grow larger and larger by each passing minute. What was that? I mean was that…Double Dork? Really? He got so…cute. Like really delicious and kinda small and edible and did you see those eyes? They were….so cute.

Kevin slowly turned around and began to walk home, his eyes focused down on the ground. Soon he was walking back into his house and his mother was pushing him towards the door again, not even focusing on anything she said he climbed into her car and they drove off to the outlet mall a few minutes away in order to go get him clothing that would actually allow him to breathe.

But even as he and his mother strolled through the Kohl's and his mother called out greetings to all the sales ladies, all he could think about was how…cute Double D had been. It wasn't even so much anything he had said or done but it was the…the air around him and that adorable little smile and the way that the jeans clung to his thin legs or the bared shoulder of his smooth pale chest...Whoa! Down boy! He sent thoughts southward as his blood started to stir and he felt a throb.

Jesus I just got out of prison and all I can think about is sex…well that's actually a good thing but not with a guy! No matter how delicate or girly or pretty he looked with those big eyes and those cute little lips that would feel so good wrapped around my…

"Kevin?" He snapped back into focus and looked down into his mother's eyes. "Sweetie, I love you, I really do but can you please save whatever it is you're thinking about for after we get you cloths that fit, Mommy has to go to work and can't sit here all day." She smiled big at him and Kevin blushed deeply.

"Sorry mom, you want me to go try anything on?" Noticing the two sales girls standing behind his mother both holding small mountains of clothing, Kevin flicked his eyes to his mother.

She wrinkled her nose in thought and looked him up and down before turning around and grabbing a shirt and some jeans from one of the girls saying, "No, I think I got your right sizes, I've never been wrong before, so just go put these on and take the tags of so I can pay for them." She smiled and handed him the clothing before turning to the girls and telling them she was ready.

Kevin went over to the changing rooms and slipped into one of the open ones. Stripping down to his boxers he pulled the jeans up and clasped the belt around his waist, yanking the shirt roughly over his body and fixing the sleeves. Looking over at his reflection in the small, full length mirror of the room he admired his body, the dark blue shirt let his eyes become clearer, his slightly tanned skin shine, and his growing red hair looked hot. His muscles were tight and ripped under the shirt and the pants were comfy.

Walking back out, he grabbed a pair of shades off a rack and tossed them onto the counter just as his mother pulled out her card. "These too please."

The sales girl scanned them in and his mom looked up and down at him before smiling, "there's my handsome boy." She said teasingly, but there was a glint of relief in her words, and Kevin saw the slight shimmer underneath her lashes.

"Aw mom not here, come on I'm home right? They're not gunna come and take me away again so you're kinda stuck with me." He wrapped his arm around her small shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze.

She gave him a watery smile before sniffling and smiling, "you're right! Now move it mister, get those bags into the car and get, we need you at the library soon."

AAAA

Double D loved the library. He really did absolutely love it in here. He waved goodbye to Eddy as he unlocked the doors of the giant metal and glass building. It was one of the few places he ventured out to these days, and even if it was within walking distance from his house, he couldn't do it. Not even for his love of books. So one day, Eddy, being the deep, deep down sensitive jerk that he was, had subtly offered giving Double D a ride to the library whenever he needed it.

Double D had laughed and hugged his friend so hard, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, at which point made Ed groan and whine for a kiss too, cause he wanted to feel loved, so Double D had crawled over and placed a delicate kiss on Ed's brow. And then they went back to watching the movie marathon in Ed's room, Double D secretly wiping away tears at his friend's generosity.

He had been volunteering here for so long he didn't even remember starting, all he really remembered was the day the two ladies who ran the library gave him his own copy of the key since he was always there earlier than anyone else. And he loved it that way, it was still only about nine in the morning and the Library wasn't due to open for another two hours, granted the new recruit that he was to train was going to be here in a few minutes but for the most part Double D had all this to himself.

Slipping through the doors, making sure to leave it unlocked for the recruit, he went over to the alarm and quickly punched in the code, waiting until the light switched to cleared and then he went over to the lighting switched and turned on the lights, making sure they were all working. He walked over to the heating controls and put them on full blast. After about twenty minutes the library would be at a comfortable 80 degrees, and then he'd shut off the controls so it would cool all day long.

He pulled his iPod out of his pocket and placed it into the small dock he had bought a year ago, switching on the stereo system he scrolled through and found one of his favorite oldies albums, turning the volume onto a gentle level he let the airy and light-heart classical music drift around the library, cleaning the spaces and lighting up the corners. He smiled a little before going into the backroom and switching on the lights and turning the computers on, shivering at the lack of heat he strode back up to the front desk and surveyed the giant room.

Done in an open and modern style the library was huge and three stories tall, the first level having the center right underneath the giant glass ceiling, and upper floors had balconies that overlooked the first floor but those sections were smaller and oddly shaped, meant for the heavy hitters, all the sections of hard core philosophy and religious books, along with all references and historical archives. No one ever went up there. Especially not the third floor, where all the nonfiction, non-popular, and non-new books were. That was Double D's favorite section, he kept a secret selection of his favorite books store away up there on one of the back shelves.

He knew it was wrong of him to keep those books to himself and not allow the other patron's see them, he had always bought a second copy and replaced those, but still, he couldn't let some of the patron's get their hands on the books, as often a book came back looking as if it had seen the front lines of World War II.

Double D quickly looked over at the clock, seeing it was only a quarter past nine. I wonder when the new volunteer is going to be here. He shook his head gently, smiling; well they'll get here when they get here. With that thought he wandered over to the long row of computers where he flicked each one of them on, waiting for them to load their home screens before running basic scans and booting up the library system.

Humming along with the music he spun around the center of the library enjoying the slight heat from one of the vents that opened up above him. When the music switched over to a waltz, and Double D quickly looked around, seeing no one he conjured the image of his Prince Charming. Tall and handsome he bowed to Double D and he bowed back, offering his hand to the illusion, who in turn swept him into an embrace, placing a warm hand on Double D's back and clasping his other hand gently.

And they began to spin around the library floor, his dream prince laughing at his jokes and Double D blushing at the whispered endearments. Then as he spun around with his prince charming he saw a flash of red, and suddenly he came to a halt. Staring at him, and leaning arrogantly against the wall near the door, stood Kevin.

Double D blushed deeply and quickly retreated to behind the counter, aware of Kevin's eyes following him, "Kevin, the library doesn't open for two hours and I'm expecting a new volunteer, is there something I can help you with?" He tried to sound as unembarrassed as possible, and by the smirk on Kevin's face he was failing miserably.

"Yeah there is. I'm your new volunteer. Train me."

AAAA

Well there we are. xoxo