Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 10 – Now Blow the Candles Out My Dear

When the night began to get late, Betty Jo called up to her daughter and told her it was time to for her to go home. Reminding her when she began to fuss about it that she was still grounded and that she had only made an exception for tonight because it was Edd's birthday. As her daughter begrudgingly walked down the stairs, she reminded Edd and his friends that the alarm would be on, to call if they needed anything, that it was only a short walk for her to get here and not to stay up to late. They, however, stayed up a few more hours, Edd and Plank playing pool, while Kevin Rave and Jonny challenged each other to a game of Mortal Kombat on the SNES. Kevin kicking all their butts repeatedly with any character he played, showing them no mercy, finishing them each in turn with ease.

Edd and Plank were evenly matched when it came to pool, making for an exciting game for the both of them. Plank losing the first game when he tried to show off with a trick shot, accidently sinking the eight ball in the process. Earning him a few teasing remarks from his opponent for the remainder of the night, as he constantly reminded him not to aim for the eight ball, or not to screw up as he took aim.

"You're enjoying this too much Rockwell," Plank shook his head in frustration as Edd won again.

"Yep," was his simple reply.

"Damn it Kevin," Rave bellowed as Scorpion set Sub-Zero a blaze.

"Language, Rave."

"Sorry," he replied softly as he passed the controller to Jonny, who thought he had Kevin's style down pack now. Choosing Raiden he thought he would keep the red head on the ropes with his lightning bolt, torpedo and teleportation, how wrong he was. Kevin's knowledge of Liu Kang would out match Jonny and the lightning god any day. Rave put his arm on the back of the couch behind Kevin as he watched Jonny get slaughtered once again.

"How about we make it interesting," Plank says as he chalked up his cue stick.

Edd cocked a brow at him, "I'm listening."

"There are eight balls on the table we must sink to win," he motions toward the table, "And we each have eight pieces of clothing. So for each ball we make the other must strip off one piece of clothing."

"By my count, you are only wearing seven items not eight."

"We'll count my belt," he tugs on the piece of leather around his waist, "So what do you say Rockwell, you in?"

Looking over at the couch he sees their three friends looking over at them as they had heard the conversation between them, and were very interested to see the outcome of this bet. A small embarrassed blush dances across his cheeks, and the first thought that entered his mind was that it wouldn't be decent of him to prance around the house naked in front of his friends. But call it teenage rebellion, youthful naivety or perhaps just not giving a fuck anymore, "You're on sir," was his response as a wicked grin crossed his face. "Rack em," Edd said casually as he walked to the other end of the table while he chalked up the end of his cue.

With the balls in the order he wanted them, Plank lifts the rack off the table while Edd lined up the cue ball for his shot. Pulling back, he strikes the ball sending it hurtling toward the others and with a sharp clink it makes contact scattering them, the nine-ball falling into the corner pocket, "Looks like I'm stripes." He Motioned with his hand in a beckoning way to Plank, "Your payment sir."

The blonde reaches down and removes one of the slippers from his feet and deposits it upon the nearby barstool. A determined look upon his face that this was going to be the only piece of clothing he would be removing for the rest of the game. Edd sinks in two more before missing his next shot and Plank was up, "Your lucks over now Rockwell."

"We'll see about that." Plank makes his first shot with ease, but was distracted on his next one as Edd had propped his backside upon the edge of the table, right where he was aiming, causing him to miss. "Playing dirty now, are we?"

"Whatever do you mean, I was merely resting."

"Hmhm, right," he steps aside and allows Edd to take his shot. Trying the same trick on Edd, but with little effect. He was only able to get Edd to miss by making him laugh when he was aiming for his next shot. This teasing and playfulness continued throughout the game, but somehow Plank was able to bring it to a tie at the end of the match. Calling the corner pocket next to him, Plank takes aim hoping to sink it in one go and win, so he could gloat over Edd's naked body. Edd placed himself in Plank's line of sight, resting his balls on the edge of the table he casually says, "Careful Plank, you wouldn't want to miss your balls, now would you."

Putting his head down for a second and letting out a groan, he lifts his head and takes aim, concentrating on the edge of the table and not on Edd's package. Pulling back, he strikes the ball, straightening up quickly he watches as the eight ball rolls in the direction he was wanting it to go. The angle, however, was just slightly off and it bounces off the edge of the pocket, coming to rest only a few inches from it, the cue ball in a perfectly easy position to sink it with the next hit. "Damn it," he hisses softly and looks at Edd's face which had a devilish smirk upon it.

"Ah, tough luck Plank," he positions himself and takes aim.

Plank admits defeat and drops his underwear even before the shot was made, to everyone's astonishment, "Rock out with your cock out." He bellows and turns heading in to Edd's room, "I'm out," closing the door behind him.

Turning to his friends, Rave and Kevin's mouths were agape while Jonny who was used to Plank's shenanigans was still playing the game, doing the single player ladder tournament. Picking up both their clothes, Edd walks into his room to find Plank lying in his bed under the covers, his hands behind his head, waiting for him. Edd stood there in his underwear for a moment, taking in the smile upon Plank's face, the blonde pulled back the covers on the empty side of the bed, inviting Edd to join him. He sets down the pile of clothes on the footlocker at the end of the bed then starts to walk around to the head of the bed, as a ball of nerves forms in his stomach. "You're a little to overdressed for this party," Plank states as he wages his eyebrows at him.

Playing it cool thought his nerves were getting the better of him, he reaches up for the waistband of his underwear and pulls them off. He stands there for a few moments, naked as the day he was born, fighting the urge to cover himself up with his hands, trying to keep the bad boy image and to not revert back to the timid person he once was. "Come here," Plank beckons him with his outstretched hand, Edd reaches up and takes it, being guided into the bed to lie next to him. Throwing the covers over him, Plank pulls him in close so that their naked bodies were now touching one another, his excitement was now noticeable and was rubbing up against Edd. Joining their lips together, they tenderly kiss as they explore each other's bodies with their hands, the subtle muscle definition of their chests and stomachs, the curve of the back, a firm ass cheek. Both of their erections were rubbing together as Plank had pulled their hips closer together, rocking his own a little to produce some friction.

In the next room as the door closed Rave and Kevin turned back toward the TV, "Well, looks like they're going to have fun," Rave says quietly.

Kevin hums his agreement, "I bet it will be over in two minutes," Jonny says matter-of-factly and the two of them look at him in disbelief. Looking out of the corner of his eye at the two of them gawking at him he pauses the game, faces them and adds, "Well they're both virgins, so Mr. Macho will probably put it in and bust his nut in less than a minute. Or he's probably 'forgot' to bring a condom, hoping that Edd would let him go without one, forgetting that he's a major germophobe, so Plank will be the cause of his own blue balls tonight. In either case, two minutes."

Kevin looked at him curiously, "How can you say such things about your best friend?"

"It's because he's my best friend that I can say these things," he resumes his game, "It's nothing I wouldn't say to his face." The door to the bedroom opens a minute later and Plank comes strutting out still in his birthday suite and semi-erect, walking to the bathroom, "See I told you."

Plank turns his head towards his friend as he continued to the bathroom, "What did you tell them?"

"That you would only last two minutes."

Plank flips him off as he entered the bathroom, "Fuck you, I just gotta pee," and doesn't even close the door as he relieves himself, walking back into Edd's room carrying a hand towel, after he was finished, and his hands were washed. Rave and Kevin were doing their best not to look at the naked boy who was obviously displaying himself for all to see, as Plank was reveling in their veiled stares, he was half way tempted to shake it at them just for kicks.

Forty-five minutes later Kevin's eyes were starting to get heavy, and his head bobbed as he fought sleep, coming to rest on Rave's shoulder. He shook Kevin gently, "Come on little dude, let's get this bed made." Kevin's snapped awake and he lifts his head up blinking his eyes, but somehow understood what Rave had just said. Standing up groggily, he helps him to move the table so that they could unfold the hideaway bed in the couch. Taking the blankets from the chair that Edd had laid out for them, they make the bed and Kevin crawls into it as Rave turns off the lights, getting into the bed at a respectful distance from the red head.

But now, for some reason, Kevin is wide awake and rolls over to face his friend, the only illumination coming from the TV, which Jonny had muted while he played Super Mario 3. "Hey," Kevin said plainly, trying to start a conversation to pass the time until he fell asleep.

"Hey yourself," he replied, "So did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, though I wasn't expecting so much nudity," Rave smiles and lightly laughs, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude."

"I get it, you're still getting use to Plank's free spirit," he laughs again, "But it's defiantly one for the spank bank." Rave wanted to prod the boy a little, "Sorry they were picking on you earlier, when they were daring you to kiss me."

"No, it's cool," Kevin blushes a little, thank god it was dark, "You're a pretty good kisser."

It was Rave's turn to blush, "You're not half bad yourself." He felt that he could probably push a little, "Would you, um, maybe like to do it again?"

Kevin had to admit that he thought that Rave was cute and a nice person, but did he really want to try and date someone he was friends with? Did he want to risk what could be a long-lasting friendship over something that might end badly? He has seen plenty of his peers who have dated, one minute they seem to be happy, the next they were breaking up and no longer talking to each other, with nasty things being sad on both sides. He didn't want that, but he also had to admit that there was a slim possibility that they did date, it could turn out wonderful. Shit that didn't even happen on those crappy teenage dramas on TV, even 90210 knew that dating was drama filled and used it for ninety percent of its plot devises, ok yeah, he watched it, once. "Well um," he started and stumbled with his words, "I like you, but."

"I get it."

"No, no, I just think that we really don't know each other that well yet, is all," Kevin's voice teetered off, "And you might not be as interested in me, once you see how big of a dork I really can be."

"I find that hard to believe," Rave smiled weakly, "Because I already knew you were a dork."

"Why don't the two of you just fuck already and figure out if you're compatible that way," they both look at the teen in the chair next to them. "Just saying, cut out the BS and get to what's really important, what is really on your hormone driven minds, Dick."

Rave throws a pillow at him, "That's enough from the peanut gallery," then turns back to Kevin and says softly, "So do you think we should take his advice?" Kevin cocks a brow at him, "Yeah, you're right, that's probably a bad idea."

"Rave, you're a nice guy, I just don't want to ruin our friendship by rushing into something," he pauses, searching Rave's expression for some sign that he was accepting his choice, "I hope you understand."

Rave rolls over and faces the other way, "Yeah, it's cool," but in truth it was still a little disappointing, but he had to respect the little guy for being honest with him.

Kevin rolls over facing the opposite direction, "Goodnight Rave."

"Goodnight Kevin," both of them drifted off to sleep a few moments later, Jonny close behind them while he ast in the chair, the controller was still in his hand in the morning. Plank waking him up rudely by giving him a wet willy causing him to drop the controller with a clatter, after admonishing his friend they both had a little laugh at the two in the bed. Kevin was all sprawled out on the bed, taking up most of the space, leaving Rave to hang on to the edge for dear life. Kevin's hand comes off his chest, stirred from his sleep by Jonny complaining and the noise of the controller hitting the floor, and smacks the poor boy in the face. Waking up with a start, Rave found himself on the floor, while Jonny and Plank stood over him laughing. "Ha, ha, very funny."

As Kevin sits up slowly, becoming fully awake with the sound of Rave hitting the floor, Plank waves goodbye to them, "Tell Edd I'll see him later," and follows Jonny down the stairs. They could hear the shower in the background, telling them where the raven-haired boy was.

Looking at Rave who was pulling himself off the floor Kevin greeted him sleepily, "Good morning," Rave just grumbled something about him being a bed hog and heads downstairs to see if there was something to eat. Kevin reaches over and grabs his glasses then looks for a phone to call his parents to come pick him up, while downstairs Rave riffled through the cabinet's looking for something to eat, finding the cereal, he was now looking for a bowl.

"The cabinet on the left," Rave looks over his shoulder at Edd who was drying his hair with the towel in his right hand while holding his beanie hair brush and a rubber band in his left. Sitting at the kitchen islander, he begins to brush out his hair, while Kevin came down the stairs saying goodbye from the hall and exiting out the front door.

Rave pulls down a bowl and fills it with cereal as he asks, "How was your night?"

"Eh," Edd responded.

"That bad?"

"No," Edd really didn't want to talk about such private matters, but he also didn't want him to think that Plank was a bad lay either, "He forgot the condom."

"And you didn't have any?"

"You do realize the hypocritical speech I would get from my mother if she found those, right," he started counting off with his fingers, "Premarital sex and that sex is meant for procreation. Not to mention that I'm too young, teenage pregnancy, sexual transmitted diseases and I'm sure there's a whole list of things that I haven't even thought of that she would come up with."

"Ok, ok, I get it, you having condoms is out of the question."

"For my sanity of course," with his hair brushed, he pulls it up into a kind of top knot then wraps the rubber band around it before putting on his beanie. Edd was kind of glad that Plank had forgotten to bring a condom, truth be told he wasn't really ready to go that far yet, it just took him getting that close to actually doing it before he realized it. "So how about you, did you get anywhere with the cute little red head?"

Rave let out an exasperated sigh as his shoulders slump, "He just wants to be friends."

"I'm sorry Rave," he stands to start the coffee, "But at least you tried."

"Yeah."

"Who knows though, he might change his mind down the road and come crawling to you," he smiled warmly bumping his shoulder against his friends, "Then you can make him work for it."