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That night, when he had gotten home, Double D made right for his computer. He decided if he was going to do this he would need to learn about football, the dreaded game of the jocks. He scratched under his hat as he booted up his computer, watching the screen light up and begin Windows. Once it loaded he got onto the internet right away, Googling 'Football'. He ignored Wikipedia because, for all he knew, it could very well say Hitler's favorite color was pink.
He found a football guide site after some time, eyes scanning the page. Right away it showed all these X's and these O's, already confusing the poor nerd. A sigh came out and he scrolled down, focusing on memorizing the main points and plays. After about thirty minutes that he just stopped reading, rubbed his eyes, and began to prepare for bed. He would ask Kevin tomorrow, or at least observe him after school.
Now it was time for bed. He looked through his homework and agenda, making sure each was filled out correctly and finished to the very dot. Slightly narrowed eyes examined every piece of paper and worksheet, correcting any mistakes he might have made - which in itself was rare. Finding nothing else wrong he set them in his bag, still wishing desperately for a messenger bag. Certainly he could find one in his parent's closets or something?
The odd thought of actually rummaging through their belongings made him freeze, eyes going wide. When did he think of these things? Perhaps Eddy and Ed had gotten to him. With a quick frown and a shake of his head stood up and walked into the bathroom, preparing him for bed and an early shower in the morning.
The morning came as usual and Double D got up, undressed, and went straight to the shower in a daze—grabbing his trusty loofah of course—his hat getting wet as he didn't remember to take it off. Yelping with a stumble he threw it out of the shower, landing on top of the toilet by the shower. He sighed and then finished his shower, making sure to wash and scrub at least twice.
Then it was time for breakfast! He did the usual ritual of getting a fruit or maybe some bread, his fingers curling around an orange. He peeled the fruit carefully, luckily not squirting his eye as he went into the succulent fruit. He cut it into neat slices then, taking each one and measuring it until he knew it was right. With a satisfied humph he bit into the first one, orange juice spilling into his mouth as the fruit went right into his gap.
Perfect! He loved the taste of fruit, especially fresh in the morning. With a deep sigh he grabbed the rest and ran out the door, preparing to meet Eddy and Ed.
Before he was even out of the door he was glomped by one excited Ed, his sweaty pits shoved into his face. With watery eyes, Double D vainly tried to pry himself away from the grip. "Oh, good morning Ed," he said in a tone indicating he felt a little bit light-headed.
Eddy was laughing in the background, his cackle unmistakable. "Good morning Eddy," Double D responded to the laughter with a cheery salute, his eyes pointedly looking away from Ed who still would not let him get away from his iron grip, the stench quite overpowering.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo Double D!" Ed responded, giving him a final gut-wrenching squeeze before letting go, arms lazily swinging by his side. Double D stumbled back and took a deep raspy breath, covering his mouth with one hand. Goodness his stench got worse everyday! He really hoped a shower was in order at some point.
"Shall we go, boys? Don't want to be late for school," Double D inputted, noticing that little scene had slowed them down by a couple minutes.
"Whatever sock-head! School's for losers, like you," he pointed out. The insult was not lost on the boy but he didn't react to it since he was used to it by now. "How's it going with Kevin? I hope he hadn't been tricking you into joining a cult of his!" he exclaimed, as if the possibility was there. Double D merely raised an eyebrow as they neared the school, branching off with insults and promises to meet up later alike.
Well the rest of the day went as per usual and it's really boring to write about so we'll skip that.
Now it was after school and Double D would have loved to go home, but he now had to stay after and watch Kevin play, maybe even learn about the sport a little bit. He jogged down the hallways, almost tripping over his too-long jeans on the way there. Curse this newfound style, he thought as he attempted to jog towards the football field. He'd like to talk to Kevin before he started. He dodged a couple cheerleaders going to practice, blushing all the while. Those tiny skirts, those little shirts, how shameful!
Arriving at the field he saw that the players were already getting themselves into the plays or whatever it was, bringing a sigh into the boy. Well he could observe and try to piece what was what from what he gathered last night.
He avoided the cheerleaders as they practiced by the bleachers, making his way up them on the opposite side. From here he could see exactly what was happening and not be noticed too much by others. The day was cool and he hugged his sweater closer to himself, his arms curling around his legs in the fetal position. Now all he had to do was spot Kevin! What number was he anyway? There were so many he had no idea where to count!
Just then he heard his voice as the one who yells those numbers before starting and throwing the ball. It was gone from Double D's eyes before he knew it and they widened considerable as he swung his head this way and that, adjusting his hat to the wind when it blew by.
This…this game was confusing! One minute one guy had it, was running down the line, then was tackling in a mass of people and someone else had it! Absolute perplexity held his expression as he watched, seeing Kevin running with the ball. Some guy blocked the path of another in a sort of slam and then the ball was passed to a guy that suddenly appeared on the other side of the field. He blinked rapidly for a few moments, the sheer confusion echoing on his face.
Hold on a moment Double D! You can do this. Just pay attention and remember last night, he cheered himself on, nodding his head. He focused mostly on Kevin, on the way he muscles moved under that heavy coating. Well…from what he could tell. He was actually…graceful, if you could call it that on the field. He had a certain smooth way of moving around everyone, his expression a show of utter confidence, even in a pinch! He moved lithely around other sometimes and seemed like the best on the team to Double D.
He had started to lean in a bit more, giving up on trying to figure this out and focusing on Kevin. Was he winning? All he could tell was there was a lot of running going on…and yelling. Kevin looked really cool out there, taking control and smoothly passing the ball. He was like a…football ballerina! That thought made him laugh and he shook his head, sticking his tongue through his gap absentmindedly. He could almost imagine Kevin out there in a tutu and it made him start giggling, covering his mouth with one hand.
Just as his giggle-fit subsided he saw a guy coming from behind Kevin and he gasped, suddenly standing up and cupping his hands around his mouth. "Watch out Kevin!" he yelled, biting his lip in nervousness. Kevin, as if hearing his name, turned towards the source of the noise and gave Double D an odd look right before he was tackled. Double D then realized he had just yelled that out loud and that people had heard him, thoroughly embarrassing himself.
With a red flush across his cheeks he sat down quickly, the cheerleaders giggling to themselves and going back to whatever they were doing. Kevin had been smashed down sadly, but he glanced his way every so often, a teasing smile on his face.
After practice Kevin ran to the shower with the others, laughing and horsing around as per usual. While in the shower he had some odd thoughts, one concerning a very adorkable Double D. When he had tried to warn him out there…well…Kevin had really thought that was…cute. Not that he'd tell the boy that! He laughed and came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself with a strange smile on his face. The smile disappeared when he felt his back, the soreness appearing from when he was tackled.
Double D was thinking different thoughts for his part. He was standing outside of the boy's locker room and felt…awkward, holding his books against his chest with random half-naked males coming in and out. They all laughed and cheered, not ashamed to show their bodies to all. Double D couldn't help but notice pretty much all of them were fit and nicely toned. He made himself seem scarce, backed against the wall.
"Hey look! A cute little nerd," came a mocking voice, a sneer catching onto the end. Double D's brown eyes widened considerably as a football player leaned over him. He was huge, tall, and had a furious look about him. Dear lord, Double D thought with a squeak, taking a step back only to hit the wall.
"Come on pip-squeak, don't look so scared," another one who came up behind him cooed. They all looked at least to be seniors, their hair dripping wet with either sweat or the shower he didn't know. All he knew was the instinct to run and get the hell outta there had come over his body, shaking with fear. Kevin was bad enough, but he knew him at least!
He heard the familiar sound of knuckles cracking and gulped, closing his eyes as he held his books closer to his chest. Make this quick.
"Woah guys, what's going on?" another, more familiar voice entered.
Kevin! A sigh of relief went through him – for who knows why since he beat him up a lot as well – eyes lighting up when the wet haired boy showed himself. "Greetings, Kevin," he said weakly, voice betraying his fear. Kevin glared at the seniors surrounding Double D, looking like he was going to defend him.
"Hey, take this outside if you're going to beat up a nerd. He's my science project anyway," Kevin stated, jerking a thumb at Double D. Close enough! He ran over and stood behind the stronger, tougher male, looking like he was about to piss himself. The bullies grumbled, and even though they looked like they could take Kevin, they left at the star player's words.
"T-Thank you Kevin," Double D said as soon as they left, his body finally stopping itself from shuddering. He rubbed his arms and Kevin shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at him before hefting his bag further over his shoulder, wincing as he did so. The action was not missed by Double D.
"No problem. Let's go before someone else tries to beat you up." His voice was gruff, teasing more like it. Not as harsh as it usually might be. Perhaps it was because Double D was looking around with the shifty eye, as if another mean player might jump out at him!
At the thought of football he remembered that he wanted to ask him about it, speeding up a little bit to catch the taller, much more muscular boy.
"Oh, Kevin! I wanted to ask about Football! I didn't understand a bit of what you all did out there," he said, bowing his head a little bit in embarrassment. The nerd, not understanding something? Absurd!
Kevin looked a little shocked, just staring at him for a couple moments before he shook it off. Not everyone knew everything. Double D was no exception. He rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly, eyebrows furrowing. "Well I guess I'll start off on this. This ball is called a football…" He said this very slowly and Double D dared to give him a look, crossing his arms. Kevin merely grinned and the rest of the walk was spent educating Double D on the way of football.
By the time they were at Kevin's house he looked to be in serious pain, holding his shoulder with one hand as if to ease the pain. This soreness was really hurting him! Double D looked worried over it, his fingers dancing against each other in apprehension. Should he…help? He wasn't sure exactly what he could do...ah! It hit him then, what he could do. Well, that was if Kevin let him. As he stepped inside the other's home he offered a weak smile to his parents, still not used to the atmosphere.
"If this is not too bold of me…would you like a massage?" Kevin stared at him like he was insane, suspiciously as well. Why did he want to help him, give a massage of all things?
"I-I mean you look like you're in pain there! I also do not wish for our project to be hurt if you can't work with your muscles," he added in, making his point seem stronger. Kevin felt his tense, sore shoulder muscles and indeed the idea sounded good. He was really in pain. Perhaps he hand strained a disk in his back or…something? He didn't really know about this kind of stuff.
"Well if you can give a decent one then fine," he agreed curtly, crossing his arms. Double D smiled encouragingly, Kevin leading the way to his room.
Now we come back from this minor time-skip and see that Kevin is lying on his bed, his bare back exposed to Double D who nervous stands above him. Said boy gulped and look down, suddenly unsure. Yes, he understood how massages worked and he had even studied it himself, but what if he hurt Kevin?
"What's taking so long?" he chided him, turning his eyes onto the nervous boy. He jumped and quickly hopped onto the bed, straddling the other. The action indeed made him blush but he ignored the odd position, knowing it was the only way to effectively massage the boy. With pre-oiled and disinfected hands he took a deep breath.
Or…at least he told himself that.
Slender fingers hesitantly went down onto Kevin's back, settling between his shoulder blades. For a quick moment he blanked, forgetting what he was doing and how to give someone a proper massage. He was about to totally flip out until he noticed his hands seemed to move on their own, moving to the middle of his back in the 'clap' position to start a back massage.
Double D made sure to keep body contact at all times with his hands to avoid a startle response when resuming touch somewhere on the other's body. He began to run his palms of in opposite directions, one hand sliding towards right shoulder, other hand towards left hip. He made sure to sort of knead at the skin as he moved, his body moving forward and back as he gave him the massage. His hands then slid back until they met again in 'clap' position, the boy pausing for a moment to remember the next step.
Again, he run hands in opposite directions, one hand sliding up the spine towards back of neck, the other hand sliding down spin to lower part of back. He was really warm and his skin was surprisingly soft, the black capped boy blushing at the feel of his skin. He was almost regretting doing this because…well it was so intimate! His hands then slid back until they were again in 'clap' position.
Slender nimble fingers slid in the opposite direction again, one hand sliding to the right of Kevin, while the other hand slid to the left of client. He slid his hands back into the clap position.
Kevin wasn't sure exactly why he had readily accepted a massage from the nerdy boy, just that damn it felt amazing! His hands were like God, dancing across his skin and making his body tingle. The pressure he put on him felt really good, and he let out soft moans of pleasure every so often. Double D blushed at the noise every time, his mind immediately running to perverted thoughts.
Stop it! He scolded himself. Why are you thinking of Kevin, of all people? He really had no idea.
He ran his hands in opposite directions again, the action becoming something he didn't even have to think about. One hand slid towards the left shoulder, the other hand towards right hip. Kevin also has great form, proved so by the perfect dips he had in his slender but very muscular body. He was sure his face was on fire as he massaged him, faintly envious of his bulging muscles. His heart was beating a mile a minute, his eyes trained on the other's face as his expression changed to one of innocent ecstasy.
Back into clap position, and then he placed his arms onto the Kevin's back. He rubbed back and forth on his back with both arms, up and down, hearing the pleasurable sighs coming from the man under him. He was…he was so embarrassed! Kevin was completely lax under him and letting himself get lost on the pleasure, while Double D was blushing up a storm, his thoughts running straight down the gutter. What was he thinking?
He was unable to keep a straight profile and he hopped off of him, facing away from the red-head. "T-That should be fine. You should now have a lot less soreness by morning," he stammered, keeping his face turned away from Kevin. Oh God what was becoming of him? He looked at his imaginary watch on his wrist and decided now would be the best time to get out. Somehow Double D didn't think he could handle spending the rest of the night here with all his thoughts in a jumble.
"I-I must be off! I need to clean my parent's house or they'll be angry. Tomorrow we will finish. Tomorrow!" he promised, practically running out of the house with Kevin left in a cloud-like daze. Man that boy had an angel's hands!
Did you like how it ended? Perhaps, perhaps not :3 I hope you liked it though!
Sorry it's been a while - life got busy. But I haven't abandoned you! If you're wondering why I keep it mostly Double D and Kevin and somewhat Eddy and Ed, well I'm not sure how well I could write the dialogue of the other like Rolf and Sarah and Jimmy, ect, so I try and keep other's dialogue really low ^^; I can try if any of you reeaaally want~
I liked writing this part because it is the beginning, very beginning of their romance. Soon my pretties, soon~
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