Hey guys, it's been a while! I can't believe this fic has been a year plus in the works, but it's finally complete! However, I would like to add an epilogue sometime in the future, because I think it would be appropriate. I'm so excited for those of you who have loved my work and for those who were waiting on the edge of their seats for this last chapter. I had SO much fun writing this, I'm proud of myself for how much thought and effort I put into it. I'd like your honest reviews, and once again, please enjoy!
Hotboxed Ed: Chapter 6
A feeling of great unease pushed through Eddward's slumber, the buzzing of the alarm clock allowed his eyelids to crack open.
"What….time is it?" on a normal day, Edd was up and about at six thirty, even on the weekends. Despite his weekend being far passed the point of normality, it hadn't occurred to the ever-so punctual perfectionist to turn his alarm clock off. It had been almost three in the morning by the time Edd had curled up into bed. Pushing up with his palms his back rose from the mattress, the loose sheet peeling off his sweat stained skin. Glancing down, Double D caught sight of his exposed genitals and gasped, flinging the edge of the sheet over himself. His lips shut tight and pupils small, Double D finally recalled his exhaustion last night and his lack of desire to wait for his pajamas to dry. He had grabbed a spare sheet from the linens closet only to find it way too big to fit his twin sized bed. The slippery material wrapped him up in a humid cocoon during the middle of the night.
"How unbecoming…" Eddward exhaled and felt a lump of anxiety clog his throat. He didn't enjoy seeing himself like this, depressed and listless about his appearance. His state only declined when he reached his breaking point. Whether it be due to school work, fear of disappointing his parents or a combination of both. He was unaware of how to stop it and all he knew is that it's been happening more times recently than not.
Stretching to reach, Edd slapped the top of his alarm clock and wrapped the white sheet around himself. The house was visibly vacant but that didn't stop the teen from taking his usual extra precautions. Indecency of any kind just wasn't in his nature. A contradictory memory of last night created a jab of pain that stabbed him in the gut. Double D pressed the sheet to his chest and shook his head to free himself from the tasteless image.
Edd wasn't sure what he'd be doing today, maybe practicing the art of distraction as he always did, attempting to free his mind of the worries of everyday life. When matters of lust came into play Edd usually never succeeded in breaking free of his own head and repeated all the 'What ifs' over and over again. Thought influencing the loosing of his grip, the flowing sheet brushed against Edd's nipples with each movement, his stomach doing summersaults.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Wahhhhaaaaa!" Edd leaped into the air and dropped the cloth at his ankles, exposing himself to the air. Clawing for his cover, Double D cursed his carelessness and scrambled to turn the alarm off, not just set it to snooze.
"It's my own fault…" Edd could feel his eyes water, the moistness blurring the scenery around him, the sight of the broken television cascading in his wet vision. He was so tired of crying, tired of jumping around at every little noise like he had a guilty conscience. Reaching for a tissue with one hand and wiping his face of salty fluid with his wrist, his fingertips made contact with a grainy, rough texture. Double D blinked and inspected the mystery item more closely.
"Is this the…mariju-Oh my LORD!" Edd shot his elbow out, holding the weed far away from his person as possible. He lightly squeezed the nug between his fingertips as his chest clenched tighter and his breathing grew shallow.
"Eddy…" Letting out a brief sigh, Eddward paused. His friend's name rolled off his tongue in an alarmingly pleasurable way.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
Hot breath and heavy snoring vibrated through the brightly lit room. Eddy lay on his back, body stark naked and still on top of his purple comforter, chest steadily falling and rising. Rolling to his side, his face landed on his master edition of Jiggy Jiggy right on two large pair of nude breasts. His agape mouth pulled in and pushed out the pages with each inhale and exhale. Flapping sounds and weird sensations of cold gloss on his cheek roused the boy from his slumber. Eddy yawned and groaned as he rolled to his other side, grasping the covers and rolling himself up like a burrito. The magazine traveled with him, sticking to the sweat and other bodily fluids left over from last night.
"Nrggghhh…" grumbling with annoyance, the paper began to crumple by Eddy's ear crushed by the blankets and his thick skull. Sitting up, Eddy grasped the edge of the magazine and flung it off of his face. His eyelids drooped, his mouth hung open, the light overhead stinging his corneas.
"How long was I out for?" Eddy scratched his chest hairs, the underside of his nails clogged up with crumbles of something. Glancing down, the teenager knew exactly what it was; he hadn't cleaned up at all last night.
"Urggh…!" he lost his desire to complain out loud, Eddy was humiliated enough at the reminder that his ejaculation didn't come from the thought of a woman.
rrrrrrRRRRRINNGGGG
"Who the fuck is calling me at….." Eddy leaned over to sneak a peek at his clock, "…3pm?"
rrrrrrRRRRRINNGGGG!
"Uh…" pausing to think of the possibilities, it could be either Ed or Double D. The latter he didn't even want to consider, a shiver flowed over his skin followed by sharp goosebumps.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Eddy flung his covers off, rolled off of the bed like a tumbleweed and stomped over to his phone, manhood swinging side to side unabashedly. Slamming his hand down on the phone Eddy grappled with the receiver and bashed it against his own head in rage.
"YyeeaaaaAAOW-! WHAT? WHAT IS IT!?" Eddy squawked, cheeks and ears flaming crimson.
"Y-you killed him!" Ed's voice vibrated Eddy's eardrums with a painful burst.
"Jesus Christ Ed! Killed WHAT?" Eddy growled and switched the phone to his other ear, clutching the injured one with a sympathetic hand.
"Not what—WHO, Eddy, WHO! UUUWAHHHHAAA!" erupting into a frenzy of howls, Eddy could almost see him now clutching one of his prized 100 year old moldy sponges for comfort, blowing his nose into it periodically.
"Okay, okay! Just tell what yer goin' on about…"
"ssssSSSnnniiffffff! Uh-uh-WAHHHH!" the sobbing only intensified, Eddy could even feel the dampness of salty tears through the receiver.
"Look, Ed….I just woke up in a pile of my own jizz, a picture of some skank plastered on my face and I barely got THREE HOURS of sleep last night I AM NOT IN THE MOOD!" The loudest voice in the cul-de-sac, Eddy's volume blasted Ed's bushy hair over his eyes, sticking to the dirt and salt on the large boy's freckled face.
"W-Woah, Eddy, do that again!" Ed laughed deeply and slowly, swaying his head side to side, "Wait—NO! How dare you party all night when Igor Kransenoff III lies in his grave!?" Ed straightened up and furrowed his eyebrow, screaming back equally as deafening.
Pausing to regain his composure, a rarity for the quick tempered teen, Eddy gritted his teeth and proceeded to ask "Wait… who? Is this about the stupid T.V. or something?"
"He had a name…" Ed snapped.
"I'm hanging up," Eddy was beyond done.
"EDDDDYYYYY!"
"No, Ed! Just listen will ya? I wasn't partying, I was depressed! Practically drowning in my own goddamn misery like some geeked out emo kid!"
Ed sniffed, "R-really?"
"Not because of your dumb T.V…." Eddy mumbled under his breath.
"Even Double D was sad," Ed's thought process trailed off into the comfortable warm void he was so accustomed to.
"He was?" Eddy paused and twisted the rings of the cord with his pointer finger, "D-did he say anything?" his pupils glazed over the room suspiciously despite being alone.
"Yyyyyuuuuuuuuppp!" Ed drew out the word as if he was spreading butter on a slice of freshly toasted bread. Eddy seethed at the thought of his dull-witted friend's idiotic grin as he left him hanging in anxious unrest.
"….,"
A good thirty seconds elapsed. Eddy ground his teeth down to nubs from unadulterated frustration. The line stayed silent, Eddy dug his fingertips into his scalp and pulled at a clump of his prized unruly hair. With each seething breath he gripped with more and more force.
"WHAT?!" Eddy's ferocity was being pushed up to at a whole new level today.
"Oh, uh….I forgot!" Ed shrugged nonchalantly and poked the olive green sponge in his lap. Eddy could hear his friend cooing and babbling at his unusual kin over the receiver.
"ED!" Eddy was losing his mind.
"Shhh! …You'll wake the baby!" Ed protectively covered the holes of his sponge.
"NO! You'll remember what that lousy sockhead said about me!" face sanguine with exasperation, no sleep, dried spunk on his chest and face, sweat drenching his hair.
"Gee Eddy, if you want to know so bad why don't cha' ask him yourself?" Ed recited in a very matter-of-factly tone.
"Oh, excuuUUUuuuse me— 'If you want to know so bad why don't you go ask him yourself?' " twirling his fingers in the air and imitating a thirteen year old girl in the highest pitched voice he could muster, Eddy scoffed at the mere suggestion. "I can't just WALTZ over there and knock on his door like the mother fucking milkman!"
"But…don't you do that every day Eddy?" Ed was losing interest in the conversation and began humming a scifi theme song to himself, or was it to the sponge? Eddy couldn't tell anyone, nor did he care.
"Ed….," Eddy sighed, "I hate it when the lump makes more sense than me. You're supposed to be the stupid one," Eddy took in the embarrassment, too drowsy to externalize the energy he began to feel that panicked feeling in his chest again. His palms slipped against the plastic phone from the sweat formulating on his pale skin.
"Fucking Kevin giving me that piece of shit weed…" he grumbled under his breath, his itching throat reminding him of the leafy substance. The short boy's mouth abruptly swung open, the harsh realization clung to his breath.
"The…the pot!...T-the stuff!"
"Ooooh, ah haaaaaah, yeah man! That shit was dank, good find buddy!" Ed chuckled to himself recalling the feeling of being completely blazed.
"No no, Ed! The stuff, it's at Double D's place…please, you gotta go and get it for me, I'll do anything!" Eddy pleaded, getting on his knees even with the knowledge that Ed couldn't see a thing he did. His knees dug into the carpet and burned his moist skin.
"Nope, no can do! Do you think I'm a nincompoop or something? ...HAH! Poop…," laughing at his own deflated joke Ed flopped down on his bed while pushing the receiver of his special alien scifi rotary phone against his ear. Dust, centipedes and giant cockroaches erupted from the sheets and crevices in the deteriorated mattress, old gross habits died hard for this boy.
"Coooome ooooon Ed, my buddy, pal… I'll do anything! Look, I'll even snatch you a can of gravy every time my mom goes shopping, okay? A whole year's worth!" Eddy's mouth turned up into a desperate smile, he hadn't begged for something this pathetically in a while. He didn't miss it either. Eddy's teeth chattered, he knew in his mental state he'd never be able to retrieve the weed without embarrassing himself. Another long silence engulfed the conversation.
"Er…Ed? You okay, pal?" treading more carefully now, in complete beggar mode, Eddy's intentions were completely see-through even to the most thick-witted.
"Ed….?" Eddy's head was beginning to pound and chest tightened at the sound of mysterious shuffling in the background.
Click….booop….booop…booop…
"WHAT THE FUCK?! That lump hung UP on me?" Eddy threw the receiver to the ground and with furious intent snatched a dirty towel off of the floor. He mopped the sweat off his face and the reluctant dry spunk off his chest, Eddy's jaw throbbed from all the pressure he was excreting clamping his teeth. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times to stretch before grabbing an old white T-shirt and jeans.
"If that fucking pansy won't do it, I will!" Eddy tugged his jeans over his raw skin, feeling naked still despite his clothing. Clawing his way through the white, nearly transparent shirt, Eddy gave close to zero shits about his appearance. He just needed to get that weed, and get home.
Rustling in his jeans pocket to check for his keys, Eddy kicked the door open and slinked into the bright light of the day.
"Gaahhhh! Goddamn sun," slamming the door shut, making sure to secure each and every lock, the enraged teenager turned towards his destination. As he placed one foot in front of the other, each step taken became slower and more timid, mind darting and dashing through a million questions.
'What if I just left the weed at home? Shouldn't I just go back and search for it? No, it's not there I know I left in a rush….What if he's still sleeping? Come on…it's Double D! He's up at the crack of dawn! But what if he's not there? What if he won't talk to me because I broke his T.V….stupid fucking T.V.! Who GIVES a shit!? He'll give me the stuff whether he wants to or not!'
Thought after thought after thought after thought. Eddy was walking the steady path of insanity. The gnawing energy within him caused his nervous feet to pick up speed, across the pavement, to the sidewalk, up the walkway. No cars were in the driveway, Eddy noticed as his shoulders drooped in relief.
The doorbell faced him, now looking much more terrifying than ever before, he decided against ringing it, finding the possibility of such a loud noise unsettling to his stomach. Eddy raised his hand and pressed his knuckles on the white door, he craned his wrist back and forth, touching the wood lightly, his knocks barely audible.
"W-well! Guess he's not home," sweat marking his brow Eddy's mouth lifted up in a nervous smile as he did a perfect 180 and began strutting towards the sidewalk. He aired out his sticky stomach, waving his thin shirt up and down by the hem, the fabric was starting to soak through with moisture.
A soft squeak from the door hinges curled his toes, "Eddy…?" the nasally tone was unmistakable.
"Heeeey…..um, friend!" Eddy turned his head, his chest clenched in embarrassment at the sound of his bizarre greeting.
"I suppose you're here for the marijuana," Double D spoke flatly, only opening the door a crack, Eddy caught a glimpse of his sunken, dark eyes.
"What are ya' …sick?" Eddy raised his eyebrow with slight concern, his head turned towards the house but body still oriented towards the center of the cul-de-sac. He was not yet willing to give Edd his full attention, his pride wouldn't allow it.
"W-what?" taken aback at even the smallest indicator of sympathy from the insensitive boy, Double D let his guard down, "Wait just a moment please," Edd closed the door, Eddy could hear several locks coming undone and a knob turning. It was due time he confronted the issue head on, Eddy turned his body around and meandered towards the door.
"Uh- please, come in, will you?" the skinny boy was looking even more malnourished than usual, scruffs of hair poking out of his hat here and there and his five o' clock shadow was devouring his chin. Not gone unnoticed, Double D began stuffing the tufts into his beanie and rubbed his rough chin, "E-excuse my appearance, no, I'm not ill, my slumber was atrociously disturbed last night,"
Eddy rolled his eyes, he hated when Edd used his 'big words', he often tuned it out after the second syllable, " 'kay…," was all he could muster out as his feet tip toed over the threshold of the doorway.
"So…." Double D wrung the wrist of his sweatshirt, pulling down the sleeve, he sucked in some air and mustered his strength before raising his head and speaking, "A-as I was saying, if you're looking for the marijuana…"
Eddy's foot swung the door closed with a bang, "The weed? Yeah! Where'd ya' stash it?" this was going to be way easier than he had originally thought. Muscles relaxed, Eddy's jeans sagged slightly with the shift in bodyweight, he was beyond relieved.
Avoiding eye contact, Double D began to walk up the stairs; the glossy finish on the wood slid across his fingers, the sensation gave him chills. He heard Eddy rustling through drawers, making himself at home as always.
'…he doesn't care, he's only here for…' Edd's stomach churned.
"If you're looking for….the drugs…don't bother,"
Eddy's feet screeched and drug across 'mother and father's new hand scraped hardwood floor' as Double D referred to it, "What?"
"I-I threw it away!" Edd hid his fumbling fingers in the sleeves of his clothing; his eyes traced the picture frames on the second floor walls, attempting to distract himself from the gnawing feeling in his insides.
"DOUBLE D! What the FUCK? What were you THINKING?" Eddy leapt to the foot of the stairs.
"I was THINKING I don't want this sort of…illegal substance on my property THAT'S what I was thinking!" Edd surprised himself, for all the times he rehearsed the discussion in his mind, he surely knew he'd be crass but he never expected to match Eddy's ferocity.
"Y-you coulda called me or something, Jesus Christ…"
"With all due respect, Eddy…" Double D turned to look down at his friend, he hadn't taken the time to really observe him. Eddy's eyes drooped and facial hair had spread over his face as well. A harsh realization set in that Eddy had been just as stressed as he was, "…I would have expected the person that broke my family's television set would have already called and apologized for his brash behavior!" Still, the boy was relentless, harboring the bitterness stored up since yesterday.
"I—but…I…" squeamish to even recall the horrifying memory, Eddy conceded, "I-I'm…sssss…" Struggling with the word, the short boy rose to his feet. Edd's head perked up and a knowing prideful smile appeared on his face, making Eddy's skin crawl.
"I'm SORRY, okay? Geez, I'll help you fix it or something,"
The lanky boy was beginning to perk up, he hadn't expected negotiations to go so well, "Help me fix it?" Containing a growing smile, Double D's logical mind geared up. "How do you expect we do that exactly? The screen is thoroughly fractured, the crack deeply rooted…..I'm surprised you didn't snap the whole thing in half. Oh! In fact—"
"Okay! Okay, okay, I get it sockhead," Eddy stomped up the stairs meeting his friend's eyes. He could see Edd gripped the railing with both hands as he approached, Eddy's bravery was building back up. "Ya don't think we can fix it? Fine, whatever…let's just try," the reflection in his eyes danced on the line between pleading and demanding.
Edd flinched and retreated at the sound of his familiar nick name, backing up his spine curled against the firm wooden rail. Watching Eddy approaching was lifting feelings that he had previously submerged deep; the crude activities Double D participated in almost nightly fizzled in his memory. The insight about his inner cravings made Double D retreat as far away as he could from the terrifyingly alluring boy; he was inches away from toppling over the side.
"Well….? What do you say?" Eddy smirked, observing Edd caving; eyes scoured his friend's expression. He recognized Double D's usual awkward lip bite, involuntarily displaying the gap between his teeth. Lifting his chin up, arms swinging in rhythm, Eddy strutted up two steps above Double D. Despite his disappointment Eddy was stubborn as always, he couldn't walk away from a challenge.
Looming ominously over him, a feverous Eddward now attempted to fix any small flaw on his person. Smoothing out his shirt, pushing strands of hair into his beanie and cursing himself for not shaving earlier, Double D stuttered and averted his gaze.
"I-I suppose we could," Edd's eyebrows smushed together as he reluctantly raised his head and looked Eddy in the eye.
Eddy beamed, thrilled be back in a place of power, he placed a hand on the stair rail, "Soooo…where is it?"
"In my room, I never moved it…I'm afraid I…" Double D stopped.
"Ahah! What? Ya' couldn't lift the damn thing?" Eddy cackled, he was beginning to forget about the loss and savored in Edd's feeble backtalk.
"…..If you MUST know, yes, that seems to be the case…we can't have both brains and brawn I suppose," Edd tugged at his beanie and pressed the fabric against his forehead, he was fuming as were his cheeks. Although, something inside of him pacified after listening to the sound of Eddy's harsh laughter.
"Alright ya sissy, let's go," Eddy steps up the stairs commenced again, quickening his pace.
"Wait—" a soft sputtering emerged from behind.
Craning his head around to respond, Eddy's impatient expression was enough to make Edd quiver, "What NOW? Come on let's get this over with,"
"I still have it,"
"Have what….?" Eddy's pitch ran higher, hoping for the best news.
"It's under my bed,"
The door flung open with a BANG, leaving a small but noticeable crack in the drywall. Eddy pointed his chin to the ceiling and swaggered into the very bedroom he had just left shamefully the night prior.
"EDDY! I know you are eager at the prospect of the…weed, but may I request again that you keep the noise level to a minimum?!" Double D spurted as he entered his room, walking as if he didn't already live there, crouched down, spine bent and hands wringing. He spied the dent in the wall but was interrupted before he could doctor it.
"Yeesh, don't have a cow buddy," Eddy laced his arm through the tail of Edd's hat and neck, pulling him to his side, "Yer rents ain't even here!" Their sides touched for an uncomfortably long five seconds.
"….." Edd was at a loss for words, instead he chuckled in short, stiff bursts, "Aheh…aha… "
Finally actualizing what could be implied, Eddy released his restraint and dashed to the bed, "So anyway…anyway…." He began rummaging under the bed frame, hands shaking, vibrations of squeaking and shaking detonated in his reminiscence.
"WHERE IS THE DAMN THING?" drowning out the past with his voice, the avoidance was never-ending.
Eddward composed himself, slapping his checks with his palms twice before walking over arrogantly to the foot of the bed and jolting a small shoebox from underneath with his socked foot, "Make sure you take your shoes off Eddy, last time I was too impaired to notice but for now I would appreciate it if you kept tidy,"
"Keep tidy?! You mean don't make a mess or something? What's THAT supposed to m-?!" Eddy's mouth failed him again; he wrapped his fingers over his lips, boarding on ripping the meaty slivers off. Turning to the side to compose himself, Eddy retorted with a quiet 'fine…whatever' and kicked his sneakers off, hitting and rattling Double D's nightstand in the process.
'Pick your battles Eddward…pick your battles,' Edd recited in his head, unaware of the embarrassment he had just inadvertently caused. Sitting on the carpet with the small box in hand, Double D raised the lid delicately, inside was the weed just as he had said, wrapped up in a plastic bag, the homemade bowl beside it.
"I- I knew you couldn't bear to throw it away," Eddy flopped down next to Edd on the floor, eyeing up the marijuana like a stoner on a year-long dry spell.
"Yes, well… I loath to admit it but the high was quite pleasant…" dancing around the subject seemed to be the theme of the night. It was night wasn't it, early evening? Double D lifted his head to check the window; it was dark. Never before had he wasted this much day, he blamed the seemingly clueless boy next to him. Outlining Eddy's expression with his sight, Double D suddenly paid more close attention to his presence. A light musk from Eddy's body drifted into his nostrils, the smell helped Edd's nervous mind relax and react in the moment, he closed the lid.
"So, shall we discern how to fix the monstrosity that lies before us?" hand motioning forward, Edd's vision traveled with his reach.
"The wha-?" Eddy's sight shifted from the mouthwatering green to the television, "Oh, that…" his face sagged, stress and anxiety ripping at his every fiber. All the high-strung teenager wanted to do was get stoned and forget about all this emotional bullshit.
'Or, we could have a repeat of last night's activi—' Eddy's mind involuntarily chimed in again.
"No!" Eddy growled.
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean, no, I mean YES! Yes let's get to work….um….any ideas?" he rubbed his palms together in faux interest.
"This is why I called upon your astute expertise, Eddy…" drenched in sarcasm, Edd's attitude was becoming short.
"Okay um…" Eddy's eyes drifted back to the shoebox, "Why don't we just kick back for a second?"
"Kick….back? That's what I've been doing all day Eddy, I've accomplished nothing! It is due time for us to contemplate this project or else I fear we'll run out of time and I need to get back on schedule for school and my homework and I must clean the house before mother and father return. Ooooh! Even despite them being away for an extra day I have no clue how we'll solve this debacle, I'm ruin—"
Eddy held his ears tight with his hands "SHUT UP already! Do you ever stop talking? Do you even hear yourself? I wasn't saying not to work on it, you know…I meant…when we stop forcing it, won't it just come to us?"
Edd placed a finger on his chin, "I'm listening…" he surprised himself, accepting the ludicrous statement from his best friend's big mouth. Nothing he conjured up would have worked anyway and he was willing to indulge in any suggestion at this point.
"Ya' know, I heard they say you get great ideas when you uh…when you smoke that stuff, why don't we just—"
"Oh so THAT'S what this about," immediately dashing the preposterous assumption, Double D pressed his palm on the floor with swift intention to rise from his place.
"WAIT!" Eddy yanked him back, gripping his wrist with rough fingers, "Listen to me for once, you never fucking listen to me. Just trust me on this one, relax for a second and we'll figure it out. I promise," startling himself with his sincerity, Eddy locked eyes with Double D, attempting to send telepathic waves to convince the anal retentive boy to calm down and just give in. He had no time nor will to look down but he could feel a familiar tingle in between his thighs.
At this point, Double D couldn't resist ogling Eddy's face, from his scruffy chin to his wrinkled brow, finally focusing in on his eyes. Intensely blue and fixated, the scrawny boy fell victim to the engulfing stare. The esteemed tenacity of his constituted mind was being crinkled up and was tossed to the side like the rejected papers in his wastebasket.
"I….uh….I suppose…" Edd's mouth seemed to move on its own accord, he lifted a hand to explore his lips, wondering where this pattern of speech came from.
Eddy softened his expression to let a sly grin break through, "You suppose what now?"
"….do it your way…" Double D broke the connectivity of their gazes to reach for the box, "But just this once, I realize I'm a bit….stubborn—"
"YA' THINK?"
"Eddy, please…I know I'm often unmoving in my ideologies, however… I may be at fault in my methods; it never hurts to try a different way, does it?"
"Sure don't," Eddy leaned in to examine the weed again as his confidant dug his skinny fingers into the bag, crumbled up the remains of the nug and packed the bowl.
"Oh yes, and I do believe you had forgotten this…" Edd leaned over and reached across Eddy to open the small drawer on his nightstand. Double D's leg pressed up against Eddy's side while he dug around for the item. Eddy straightened his back and held his breath until Edd returned to his spot with a small metallic lighter.
"Bro's light!"
"Indeed….now, I'm afraid I'm still not…very, uh—skilled in using this contraption…" words were beginning to fail him; just the mere thought of smoking again was influencing him to feel woozy. Eddward's mind ran wild with theories on the subject as he heard Eddy expel a small breath by his ear.
"Like this…" the short boy knelt beside Edd with the lighter, for ease, he took the bowl out of his hand slowly and wrapped his fingers around it. Holding the object to Edd's pursed lips, a drop of perspiration run down Eddy's back as he lit the lighter and hovered it over the green.
"Okay, Inhale now…"
Eddward did as he was told, feeling a sickening sense of gratification in following Eddy's order. Holding the smoke in his lungs for only .5 seconds longer than he did the first time, Double D shocked himself when he only coughed twice. Letting the pressure out of his chest, the smoke flew into the green abyss of his bedroom. Immediately he felt the rolling comfort he was so desperately seeking out earlier in the day.
"Good?" Eddy could see the look of satisfaction on his friend's face and sensed an almost complete change in the boy.
"Mmmmhmmm…" Double D loosened the muscles in his back and slid his bottom over the rug, neck bent as his head rested on the rigid bed frame behind him; he hardly cared about the discomfort now.
Eddy quickly took a hit and blew the fumes over Double D's head playfully. He knew that in this state there was less tension between the two, and the worries he had been feeling earlier were melting away.
"So how come I never see ya anymore?" A sudden change in subject, Eddy knew, but he wasn't ready to think about a T.V. fixing strategy just yet.
"However do you mean? We're sitting here right now…aha…"
"No," hearing the soft laughter Eddy leaned back as well, balancing his weight on his palms. "I mean at school, yer always so busy…"
"Yes, well…" Double D really had no explanation for the inquiry, wondering why he was so busy in the first place.
"And now that I mention it…you never come to gym anymore, what gives?!" recalling the faithful gym class in which he received the daunting warning from Rolf, Eddy crossed a leg over the other and squeezed, he had a sinking feeling that he may have forgotten something.
"Uh, oh, physical education? Jimmy required my assistance so I requested to be—"
Eddy cut him off immediately, "What? That clown?! I know you didn't make all that extra effort just for him," not making a very good job of masking the jealously in his approach, Eddy poked Edd's chest and pushed.
"Now, now Eddy… Jimmy may be a troubled youth, he has worse math skills than you—an impressive feat I must say," he smoothed out his shirt at the impacted area.
Eddy glowered, "Yer lame excuse doesn't check out Sockhead, we've always hated that little nark,"
"WE? We you say? As I seem to remember, you were the one harboring all this loathing," Edd couldn't help to lash out when he had such a mortifying secret to hide. He fiddled with the cardboard on the shoebox, tearing at the seams only slightly calmed his growing anxiety.
"Whatever," Eddy filled his lungs again with smoke and exhaled, he knew Double D's games by now and Eddy knew he would come out victorious in the end.
"…." Double D silently lamented on his decision for brashness, peering to the side a few times he saw Eddy's face content and still as the smoke trailed out of his lips. It infuriated him how calm his friend was and his frustration showed blatantly on his face.
His mind raced relentlessly with the question, 'Doesn't he want to know the truth?'
Eddward groaned exhaustedly "Fine,"
Eddy's ears perked up, "Ah, so yer ready to tell me the real story, eh?"
"Yes…but could I have…" Eddward stopped, he wanted to smoke more, but wasn't sure of the vocabulary, "Another little bit of the weed first? It will help,"
"Haaaahaha, yeah, yeah, sure…" Eddy handed the bowl to the skinny teen, ecstatic to have wringed the story out of him. He raised his bottom off the ground and reached over to assist Edd yet again, a hand immediately shot up in front of his face. Irked, Eddy fell back onto the carpet.
"Wait—erm, pardon my rudeness, but allow me to attempt independently, please," Adding in unnecessary decorum, Edd took the liberty to snatch the lighter from Eddy. He touched the bowl to his lips and hovered the metal light over the now slightly browned weed. Trying to imitate Eddy's technique as much as possible, he shakily flicked the flint to trigger the flame. Seeing that he had lit the device on his first try, Double D gained some confidence back. He lowered the bouncing flame, and when the leaves began to shine red and orange he breathed in with a direct purpose. Holding it for a slow count of five, Double D gracefully puffed the remains out of his lungs. Eddy stared intently, astonished by his friend's conviction, impressed by his sudden increase in skill, it was almost arousing.
The smoke cascaded over the clear space overhead as Edd threw his head back to lay on the wooden bedframe. Eddy admired the curve of the boy's neck, smooth ignored skin tempted Eddy's lips. His mouth felt clammy as Double D lowered the bowl to the carpet, a leg gently brushed against his, jostling an electric reaction in between Eddy's thighs. Thick, coarse fabric ran against his bare erection scratching the sensitive skin.
'Wait…' Eddy flashed a quick glance downwards; his boner was clear as day, as prominent as a skyscraper in the countryside.
"ssssshiiiiitttt" Eddy breathed through his teeth, making the sudden and awful realization—he had forgotten to put on underwear. His penis was untamed, on the loose and on display for all to see.
"What was that Eddy?" Edd turned his head slowly, his eyes red and veiny, a slow smile creeped over his face. Luckily he was focusing solely on Eddy's face; the short boy crossed his legs tight and placed an elbow on his knee.
"N-nothing, now tell the damn story why don't ya?" flashing an anxious grin, Eddy placed one hand on his lap while the other distracted with an impatient twirl in the air.
"Ahhh the story yes…that…wait, what was I talking about again?" Double D's beanie now sliding off of his forehead slightly as he shifted his position, soft brown tufts of hair were poking out. He now sat completely facing Eddy, snuggling up to the bed frame next to him. Eddy felt his chest moist with sweat again as pulled at his thin t-shirt, cursing his failed wardrobe choices.
"Why you're never at gym," Eddy answered rapid-fire. While sliding back a few scoots he questioned his sudden feeling of déjà vu.
"Ah yes! Well you see….Eddy, I-I hope you don't think less of me after I tell you this," Edd paused to uncharacteristically snicker open mouthed. Everything about Double D was opposite, his eyes drooped in reckless abandon and shoulders shrugged, his posture was miserable. Eddy's feelings brewed together, a mix of concern, anxiety and lust.
"P-pardon me," Eddward stammered, leaning in closer as if Eddy couldn't hear him from merely inches away. His face suddenly leveled out, "I couldn't come back to gym after…"
"After…?"
"After Jonny, er—Plank, saw me…" Eddward paused and wrung his hands together, holding in an anxious giggle.
"…SAW WHAT?" Eddy was running out of patience, was everyone in this world created just to leave him hanging? He wondered.
"I…defiled myself, Plank saw me. H-he slid under the stall and—"
"Ooooohohohooooo!" This was perfect for Eddy, he finally had something on the boy. All this time he thought Double D had the upper hand, making him cream his pants and run away in shame. Using the resentment to fuel his investigation, Eddy decided to take advantage of his friend's impaired mental state. "Hmmm…? What were ya' doing exactly? Wait—did you say PLANK saw you? How does that even work? He's a hunk o' wood, thing don't even got real eyes!"
"I don't even know Eddy! I don't KNOW!" much more animated now, Eddward was swinging his arms up to the sky, clawing at the air. The sight of his adamant explanation made Eddy flinch. "Eddy…I'm telling you, I was just there…I was…" Edd lowering his voice to a whisper before continuing, "touching myself…and he saw me! He saw it! And he told Jonny…somehow…I don't know how! Eddy…explain this to me!" Edd flung his hands onto Eddy's shoulders and squeezed, teeth clenched and pupils flaring.
Eddy could do nothing else but stare back silently, never before had he seen Double D act so expressive over his dirtiest secrets. Eddy thought to himself what a wonderful thing weed really was; he could finally see the gritty, real side of Double D. "I-I can't pal…" Eddy squirmed to get out of the grip but the force of Edd's finger tips only tightened with his movement.
"I begged Jonny not to tell anyone, he acted like nothing happened…but….but…but…." with each utterance Eddward's breathing grew raspier; each word grew higher in pitch and water welded in his eyes.
"But?" Eddy sputtered curiously, almost afraid to push him further.
"But could you trust him? I mean, sure, he looks innocent enough but I can see past that exterior…" Double D's felt his moist breath hit skin, remembering himself he backed up and let go of Eddy's shoulders. "I apologize for getting so worked up. It's just…it's haunted me to this day,"
"So? So what? Everyone does it…what got you so hot and bothered in the first place anyway? Didja sneak a peak in the girl's locker room and see Nazz?" Eddy discovered his erection dwindling after the display of insanity on Edd's part; Eddy thanked the spastic boy sarcastically in his mind. He altered the subject of the conversation with ease, something inside of him wanted to return to the hot and bothered moment he experienced earlier. He didn't know why but he was going to roll with it, his feelings clicked with ease and there were no restraints.
"Nazz?! Oh heavens no…" Edd stopped and glued his sight to the floor, "It was someone in the boy's locker room," he held his eyelids closed with a great force, he wasn't sure how it would be taken. The words slipped out despite his worst anxieties.
"A dude? You're telling me a dude made you…" Eddy trailed off, he wasn't sure if he should act surprised, appalled, relieved or to just stare blankly and wait for a response. The third option wasn't working well for him; Edd was hunched over gripping the carpet with ghost white hands. The familiar scene struck a chord in Eddy's chest; he wasn't ready to see Double D grieve for the second time in a twenty-four hour period. It wasn't just destroying the moment, it was killing his boner.
"I…ermm…I…." Eddy's lips wiggled up and down, he wasn't sure if what he was about to say would work to his advantage or not, "Look, don't tell anyone this, but….I've done it before," Eddy was beginning to feel the tightening in his jeans again, he didn't hide it this time. It was almost redundant to tell Double D about this after last night, wasn't it obvious?
"You have…?" Edd traced Eddy's silhouette with his eyes, crawling up from his feet to his arms to his chest. He had spoken in an undeniably bland tone, as if distracted.
Eddy turned the conversation back on the skinny boy, "So who was it?"
"Huh?" Edd's eyes finally matched Eddy's.
"Who was it?" Eddy placed a hand in between them on the carpet feeling the plush fabric on his clammy hands.
Double D leaned closer, his lips ached, the words couldn't come, and he was in no shape to find them. Instead, the squirming boy could only muster out one syllable before he struck, "Eh—"
Eddy felt a strong pull and glanced down, foreign hands now appeared before him, tugging upwards on his shirt collar, the pink flesh of his neck exposed. Eddy's pants tightened, throbbing below matched the pace of his accelerated heart beat above. Fabric now taunt against the nape of his neck, Eddy's gaze met Double D's, the skinny boy's face determined and mouth gaping, he pulled violently. The force catapulted Eddy's mouth directly into a pair of quivering lips. Another sharp yank pressed Eddy's face into his friend's open mouth, now engulfing the lower half of his face. Saliva combined as the shorter boy's astonished open mouth allowed further entry for Edd's tongue. Eddy's torso rose with a snap, eyes closing halfway, Eddy finally leaned into the kiss, his chest swelling more and more. The slobber sloshing between caused the boys' upper lips to rub with warm, moist friction, their day old scruff creating red marks on their skin.
"Doub—" Eddy came up for air only to be sucked back in immediately by vacuum tight lips. Suction trapped his face in place, muffled grunts escaped through vibrations in Edd's cheeks. Eddy spiked the heel of his palms straight under Edd's collar bone and ejected the over eager boy from his mouth.
"DOUBLE D! I CAN'T BREATHE! FOR FUCK'S SAKE YER GONNA KILL ME!" Spit from Eddy's swelling tongue flew onto Double D's face.
"I-I-I-I-I…I don't know what came over me," Edd pulled at his arms to embrace himself in shame, only to find them clasped by Eddy's strong grip.
Eddy squeezed the wrists in his hands, took a long deep breath and grunted, "No…it's fine,"
"No, Eddy, I'm afraid it's not fine, I made a horrible mistake and I—" sniffling, the waterworks were just beginning. Edd turned his face to hide the red marks forming on his cheeks when he felt a strong grip leave his left wrist, grab his chin and twist his head. Glaring straight through him; Double D wanted nothing more to run from Eddy's candid gaze. Eddward flinched.
"You really think it was a mistake, huh?"
The severity in Eddy's expression shocked Edd; his eyebrows bent and forehead wrinkled, but his eyes soft and hopeful. He shook his from side to side, "No…no I don't,"
"Then do it again," Eddy provoked and rubbed the boy's stubble with his thumb.
Heart racing, Double D leaned in, slower this time and with eyes half open. With his wits about him this time around, the awareness caused him to quiver as he approached Eddy's lips. Pulling him in by the chin for the last inch, Eddy pressed their lips together. Soft and timid kisses were exchanged back and forth, awkwardly clutching onto each other's hands. Letting his hands roam, Eddy ran his palms up Edd's arms and around his shoulders, pulling the skinny body into his. The jitteriness and irritability from before was mysteriously fading as he rubbed the small of Double D's back and felt trembling from underneath him. The influence he had was tantalizing, Eddy lightly bit Edd's plump bottom lip and raised his eyebrows.
Displaying any sort of logical response was completely out of the question for Eddward, his brain was useless and his body felt like mush. A strong moan escaped him before he could stop himself, the thick arms warpped around him rendered his inhibitions paralyzed.
"Eddy…" Double D breathed in between pecks, the kissing quickened and soon tongues dancing caused wet smacking in-between them once again.
With pressure increasing and chests pounding, Double D bravely wove his fingers into Eddy's tangled hair, grasping and pulling as their movement intensified. Eddy's hips swung forward, as if searching for a familiar spot. Edd's legs loosened without warning and spread open slightly, holding back a small jerk in his hips, he felt a tightening in his pants. Resisting the urge to look, Double D knew it was standing straight up; this was a moment he had fantasized about many times in the dark of his bedroom. Now as it happened, Eddward struggled and strained to stay conscious, to keep his mind focused and sharp, to remember what to do and when. Yet when Eddy grasped his back and lowered him to the ground with exceptional grace, Double D's mouth hung agape, his eyebrows bent in yearning; there was no room for reason.
"Heh," Eddy smiled, he was on top now, in control. Not only that, but he could see a squirming someone underneath him. Chuckling to himself, Eddy wondered why he let the boy climb all over him before, he could have just done this from the beginning. Sitting on his knees in between Double D's legs, Eddy ran his hands over his friend's hips, up to his chest and down to his belly.
Double D flinched, "I-I…" he gasped at the approaching hands on his pant line, his ears picked up the sound of unzipping and rustling, "E-EDDY! Wait…ah…"
Eddy paused at the mention of his name, he had already unbuttoned and unzipped Edd's pants. The high still resonating in his skull, the endorphins and testosterone racing through his veins, his dick felt like it was about to cut itself on the zipper of his jeans.
"Wait? Oh, okay…" Taking the remark as a blatant invitation, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his friend's gaze followed his every move "Feeling sorta tight, I'm sure you know what I mean," Eddy's eyes shot a short glance at Double D's crotch.
"Oh…OH MY!" to Edd's horror, his underwear was showing through his unzipped pants, stammering he raced to cover his shame with his hands. Checking to make sure he hadn't been seen, a flash of pink caught him by surprise. Eddy had begun playing with himself in his direct line of vision.
Watching Double D scramble to hide himself had Eddy in a fit of ironic laughter, "Heheh, looks familiar,"
Eddward attempted to ignore that comment, a pout breaking through on his lips. Hearing Eddy chuckle softly this time, his gaze remained still on Eddy's member.
"See something you like?" Eddy surprised himself even at his forwardness, the filter between his thoughts and his speech seemed to be broken.
"I—I…n-no…I mean, yes? I mean…" his boner already making a prominent appearance, Double D was beginning to give up; he lowered his hands and gripped the rug with his hands.
Eddy's attention shifted from himself and his heart raced in anticipation, his nervousness setting in again. Gulping, Eddy's desire was too strong to stop himself from the embarrassment he expected to feel the morning after. Lowering his face down directly above Double D's bulge his hot breath trailed over the cotton fabric.
"E-Eddy…" groaning and throwing his head back, all the blood rushed to Edd's head. A rough hand ran itself over Double D's thigh, his body responded automatically to the touch, hips jutting up without warning.
Sweat pouring from his brow, the short boy kissed a trail up Double D's legs, Eddy wasn't sure entirely of what he was doing, but he had the same stuff so how hard could it be? A razor sharp reminder of his blatant homosexual actions, Eddy kept shoving the shame deeper and deeper down with each kiss. He ran his tongue around the edges of the underwear.
Edd couldn't help it anymore, the warm and wet sensation so close to his genitals. He laced his fingers between his skin and the waistband, tentatively pushing downwards, silently hoping Eddy wouldn't notice. The embarrassment was killing him, lying almost half naked in front of the object of his affection. It was horrifying but deliciously electric, his hips twitched, almost knocking Eddy right in the nose.
"Ah..?" Eddy lifted his face at the movement only to see scrawny hands struggling to take off excess clothing, "Here, let me help you with that," in a predictable attempt to show off, Eddy grabbed the tighty whities with his teeth and tugged. The fabric grazed over the lanky boy's hardness, nerve endings throbbed as his underwear skimmed the surface of his skin. Double D's feet wrestled with his jeans, kicking them off, almost hitting Eddy's crotch in the process.
"Hey…watch it…" Eddy teased between clenched teeth, face now down at Edd's knees he opened his mouth and raised his head. Sight outlining the curved structure in front of him, his mouth felt a magnetic pull. Eddy hovered his mouth over the tip and peeked up at Double D's face; redness popping from his cheeks and eyebrows crowded in the middle of his forehead, the idea that he was causing this drove Eddy's senses mad. His tongue traced the top of Edd's penis with a tender rhythm, Eddy laced his arms under Eddward's back, drawing him closer. Hips shifted and saliva thickened as Eddy's mouth took half of Edd's length in his mouth. Wanting to impress, Eddy attempted to push farther down but almost choked himself in the process.
'Damn, why does he have to be the big one?' scowling, Eddy tightened his lips and tried again, holding his breath and driving down as hard as he could.
"Gahh..Ahh!" Edd was on edge, a virgin and an innocent mess, he could hardly hold his own even when he masturbated. His toes curled and his heart beat was quickening to a shocking pace, "I-I…"
Pulling back a bit, the more skilled boy made it a point not to rush things, he knew from his own experience that the end result wouldn't be as fulfilling. Licking and teasing the sides of Double D's dick with his lips, he wasn't sure what he was doing felt good for Double D, but it did to him. Moving his hands down towards his ass, Eddy grabbed the mounds and gave one a firm smack. Grunts could be heard from above, Eddy could tell that his friend couldn't hold on much longer. Rubbing the smooth skin under his cheeks, Eddy lifted Edd's thighs up with his palms and scrutinized the area between his legs. Pink and flushed, Eddy wasn't expecting an asshole to look desirable, let alone sexy. Leg's squirming and member twitching, Double D's mind rushed with thoughts of Eddy ogling him. He hated to admit it but the mere idea of being watched by Eddy was beyond arousing. Entrapping his thighs with a tight grip, Eddy attempted to prevent movement from his abashed partner.
"Hold still will ya?" the annoyed tone broke Edd out of his mind and his limbs relaxed, "Yeah, that's it," with his new freedom, Eddy circled his fingertips around the sensitive skin. He clenched his teeth in slight concern for Edd's comfort before poking at the entrance with his pointer finger.
"Gahh! Wh—what…are you-?"
"Heh" Eddy had to smile at Double D's inability to make out even one sentence; he even took a sick pleasure in shutting him up for once. He was having too much fun, deciding to take it one step further, he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked.
Eddy could feel Edd's body relax and stiffen up again as he brought the moist finger to his hole and nudge it forward.
"Ahh! Hahhh…" Eddy smiled at Edd's loudness and flashed a glance upwards. Drool and sweat coated his scratchy chin and eyes half open were staring down, begging. Eddy took it as an invitation to go deeper and dug his finger further, bending at the knuckle and pressing upward.
Eddy wasn't surprised to see a traveling hand go down Edd's belly and towards his cock, coming down slightly and shyly wondering back up again. Eddy was growing tired of his wishy-washy attitude, 'Just do it already!'
Lunging at the boy's wary fist, Eddy drug it down to embrace himself, even making sure all his fingers were wrapped around his own member tightly. Double D looked down in awe at the scene, hand on his own penis, about to touch himself in front of the boy he had masturbated to in seclusion, he had no place to hide this time. Gulping, he hesitantly stroked up and down the soft skin. That intimate and gentle blissful feeling radiated from his center with quick jerks. Peering to see if Eddy was looking, he raised his head from the ground, each time he did Eddy would stare directly into his eyes, as if anticipated him sneaking a peek. Edd clenched his eyes tight and rocked back and forth, feeling the tightness thrusting inside of him and the hot breath on his thighs. Holding it in was starting to become painful as Eddy wiggled his finger in the crevice, Double D could even hear soft murmurs and moans from below which only prolonged his misery. His mind ran wild with thoughts of Eddy, touching him, watching him, entering him, the warmth was pushing higher and higher. Feeling his body clench, Eddy motioned his hand back and forth with more vigorous motions, kissing and licking the skin around his balls.
"E-Eddy…oh Lord…I'm…Ah..Ngggh!" Fist banging the floor and his other hand pumping his cock, Edd felt his arousal reaching his peak, "AhH! WAH AHHH!" Spewing moans and groans as if they were the last people left in the cul-de-sac, Edd's hand suddenly stopped and a stream of white jetted out. The momentum carried it all over his face, stomach, chest, even some drops fell on his hat. Eddward's breathing grew raspy and gasped for air, his sweat shirt now completely soaked. His whole body collapsed on the ground in a sweaty pile, flinching as his ass hit the ground.
Eddy slowly pulled out his finger and shook his hand, the lack of pressure on his finger now foreign to him. He watched as Double D's breathing shook his body up and down, the jizz on his clothing and face forced Eddy to pay attention to his own situation down below.
"H-here let me help you with that…" Eddy scrambled to pull off his friend's shirt, for Double D's benefit and his own as well. Edd squirmed with little energy to hold his hat down as Eddy pulled his shirt over his head. The sweat and cum saturated Double D's face as it was forced over his skin, and for once in his life he hardly cared how messy he was.
"Oh—heh, sorry…" Eddy sighed amorously, running his hands over Edd's chest and face, pretending to rub off the fluids.
"No…it's fine," averting his gaze from Eddy's eyes to his own person, Double D felt a familiar tingle at the sight of him covered in his own liquid. Meaty fingers rubbed the semen off of his face, Eddward's eyes matched Eddy's as he hovered above him, arms wrapping around him and hairy legs positioning beside his own.
"I can't help it…" a breath hit Double D's ear and he felt his dick harden once again, feeling Eddy's cock beside his own. Moving back and forth, Eddy probed his way over his friend's thighs, up and down his ass, messily spreading precum all over Double D's skin.
"E-eddy…" Edd dug his nails into Eddy's back, raising his own hips, silently wishing for another object to enter him. The pace quickened and Eddy began kissing Eddward's neck, biting, sucking and reddening the surface. Soft moans that almost seemed like begging came from below him, his dick now throbbing. Lifting the skinny legs up into the air he placed his cock between Edd's checks and rocked back and forth. His body acting without any sort of communication from his sensible brain, his hands roaming to the semi-hard penis in front of him, Eddy's mind was far away from shame or regret. In a split second, all the endorphins begging to be released propelled his loins upwards as his voice cracked.
"D-double D…I…ahh..shit shit SHIT!" grabbing the base of his cock and pointing it right at Double D's hole, Eddy shot his fluid. Falling onto his palms, and nearly crushing Double D's body, Eddy toppled down on the floor next to the equally exhausted boy.
"Did…that really happen?" Edd ran his palm over his stomach and his fingers went swimming in cum. His mind threw in the towel and a small chant of 'shower' over and over again ran in his mind. Shooing the thought, Edd lifted himself up by his elbow and turned to his side.
"I guess?" Eddy breathed and placed a hand on Edd's chest with a wet 'smack', "Oh…wow…"
"Heh…yes...I can't say I haven't been this dirty before," cringing at the thought of the breakdown, Edd bravely interacted his fingers with Eddy's, " But, what now?"
Coughing and squeezing slightly, Eddy continued "Yer asking me that? I hardly knew what I was doing ten minutes ago,"
"Ten minutes? That seems like an over exaggeration if I ever heard one," Edd's teasing grin couldn't be held in, wiggling his foot in excitement.
Eddy just rolled his eyes, "Well, Jesus fuck look at you, all 'messy messy messy'" Eddy used his best imitation. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were Ed or something…"
"Please, Eddy, you were the one who did this to me," pausing he reconsidered "Heh, well half anyway," cheeks reddened and eyes averted, he had almost forgotten how naked they were.
"I guess I owe it to the big lug if he just took the bribe and came to get the stuff like I asked him to we wouldn't have…you know…" Eddy leaned his head on his elbow and fingered the carpet with his finger.
"I-I know," Edd's lips curled up in a goofy smile, "Wait…you BRIBED Ed?" his expression immediately fell.
"Hold on, hold yer horses… I was too scared you'd think I was nuts or erm," Eddy paused to cough out the next line "ack—gay..um… I told him he could have a year's worth of that gross canned gravy my mom buys, I thought he would literally shit himself," Eddy flipped over on his back and slicked back his sweaty hair.
"Gravy? Eddy are you serious?"
"What?"
"Eddy—Ed went to the doctor about two months ago, he wasn't going to tell us right away because he was so traumatized. His parents tried to calm him down and even Sarah was effected, it was a big mess-" Edd trailed off and lay on his back himself, counting with his fingers recalling all the details.
"Okay, okay I don't need to hear the thousand page trilogy, just give me the gist of things!" Eddy scoffed.
Pouting, his initial reaction was dulled by the sweet ringing in his ears and the tingling in his legs, "Fine, Ed was told he was allergic to gravy, it nearly killed him, he was most likely insulted you didn't recall something so important,"
"So that's why he was such an ass," Eddy gripped a tuft of his hair, looked to the side and felt the gentle sting of sympathy. His eyes welled with emotion, inside he groaned at his inability to mask those feelings—this sex stuff was really messing with his head.
"Oh, Eddy…" Edd outstretched his hand in concern.
"Ugh, I'm fine, get off my back. Well, I guess I owe him one, we better call him up…" turning his head to the other side of them, he spied the weed, "…mmmmaybe we can smoke some more?" The hopefulness in his voice shot Edd straight through the heart.
Edd lifted himself up and looked around the room, his eyes laid on the broken television. Heart dropping then raising slightly as he peered over at Eddy's begging face. His eyes were sweet and sincere, looking at him in a way he hadn't seen before.
Eddward exhaled and wiped his cum soaked hand on the rug carelessly, "That would be nice,"
THE END