Author's Note: So I thought it would be fun if Edd had bursts of his old self every now and then. Like, a badass at school, but when alone in his house, he's more like the old Edd. Let me know what you guys think.

Chapter 10 (Edd POV)
How do I get myself into these things? Before last night, if anyone had informed me that I kissed Kevin Barr and developed feelings for him, I would've punched them in the face.

I took the organic lasagna I'd cooked out of the oven, then headed upstairs to get dressed. My hands shook slightly as I picked out a white button-up shirt and black skinny jeans. I must be nervous. I chuckled under my breath. Nervous? What did I have to be nervous about? It's just a date with a guy. Albeit, a very attractive guy who just yesterday had you backed up against the wall craving his body on yours.

I did not just think that.

I pulled on the jeans, and buttoned the shirt up halfway, leaving my chest half-exposed. May as well give him something to look at. I combed my hair in the mirror on my desk, glancing at my hat. I abandoned it when I stood up for myself, no longer seeing any need for it and not sure why I felt so insecure without it in the first place.

Just then, I heard the doorbell. Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror, rolling my eyes at my own vanity. I left my bedroom, closing the door and descending the stairs. I opened the front door, putting on a poker face as I looked him over. He wore grey skinny jeans, a black tank top, and black Converse.

"Hey Edd," he grinned.

"Kevin," I regarded him as I gestured inside. "Take off your shoes at the door. I do not want you to soil Mother's carpet."

"You know, you pretend to be this badass, but you always let a little bit of your old self peek through," he laughed, doing as I instructed. "It's sweet."

"Sit at the table," I said, ignoring that comment.

"What's for dinner?" he asked, sniffing the air.

"I took the liberty of preparing an organic lasagna," I informed.

He scrunched up his nose. "Gross."

"Nonsense, Kevin, it's delicious. Just try it."

"Fine. But only because you're talking in that cute, dorky way like you used to."

"Be quiet."

"What?"

"I said be quiet. Stop reminding me of the past. That's over. I'm not that scrawny geek anymore."

"Sorry. No need to get bent out of shape."

I served the lasagna, sitting next to Kevin at the table. He took a bite, and his eyebrows shot up.

"Damn," he said, words muffled by the food still present in his mouth. "This is amazing Edd. You're a fantastic cook."

"Don't speak with a mouth full of food, Kevin," I scolded. "It's unbecoming."

"Sorry, Mom," he teased.

We continued to eat, making conversation here and there about where Kevin planned to go to college and how I may study abroad. It turned out, both of us were heading toward the same school, Kevin for sports, I for academics. Kevin seemed relieved that he wouldn't lose touch with me after high school. We still had another year though, as we were reaching the end of junior year.

After both of us had finished our food, I took the plates to the sink, remembering to wash them later. I turned to find Kevin standing before me, smiling softly up at me. I raised an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact as I felt his fingers entwine with mine.

"This was fun," he said.

"It wasn't unbearable," I agreed, smirking slightly.

"You like me," he teased. "You know you do."

"I'm not quite decided on that," I said. "This is all very confusing."

"How do you feel when I do this?" he asked, releasing one of my hands to caress my cheek gently.

"Nice, I guess," I whispered. "What do you have to gain from this Kevin?"

"Hopefully, you," he said, leaning in. "I've had my eye on you for a long time."

I blinked. I always thought Kevin had been joking with his advances at school. He's been infatuated with me this whole time?

"It's getting late," I mumbled. "Allow me to walk you to the door."

He followed me through the living room, and I knew he looked like a kicked puppy because he wanted to stay. I forced myself not to look at his face. My hand landed on the doorknob, but before I could turn it, I felt my back hit the wall and soft lips collide with mine.

Yes, I was aware that he was trying to convince me to let him stay. I wanted to push him away, but I was slowly becoming addicted to that hot mouth and the tongue that swept my mouth. I nipped his bottom lip, and that seemed to do the trick because he growled with desire and pulled me toward the stairs.

We broke the kiss long enough to rush up the stairs to my room. He plopped onto my bed, and I closed the door behind us. He eyed me as if I were edible, and I stalked up the bed like a jungle cat, hovering over him with my knee between his legs. He ground against me, groaning and reaching up to pull me down by my hair. I chuckled at how insatiable he was.

Minutes later, we were both naked. I wasn't even sure how we ended up like this. Everything seemed to blur together as I lost myself to those rough hands. I returned to ravaging his mouth, an exchange of clashing teeth and roaming tongues that was anything but sweet and gentle. I caught his bottom lip with my teeth again, this time splitting it open, but that only seemed to egg him on.

He whispered in my ear, telling me to get his pants. I did so, and he snatched them from me, pulling out a bottle of lube from the back pocket.

"Someone had their hopes up," I chided, sucking marks onto his neck.

"I got you up here didn't I?" he laughed.

I took the bottle, not wanting to bottom, and poured the liquid onto three of my fingers. I began stretching Kevin, kissing him gently as I added finger after finger.

"If you're straight, how do you know how to do this," Kevin asked, panting.

"I'm not an idiot Kevin," I explained. "I'm fully aware that it would be unwise to penetrate you without first stretching you. It would cause severe injury to your rectum. And Kevin, at this point, I think we can both be assured that I'm not straight." I smirked.

"I love it when you talk nerdy to me," he grinned, moaning as I brushed his prostate.

I pulled my fingers out, and coat my erection with a generous amount of lube. I positioned myself, lifting his leg to my shoulder as I stared down at him. He was coated in a thin layer of sweat, making him glow in the dim light. His eyes watched me contently, and he was smiling softly, knowing he was about to get what he'd been wanting for the longest time.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

He nodded, taking one of my hands in his. My other hand held his hip as I slowly slid in. He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he adjusted to the feeling of me inside him.

I slid in to the hilt, and heard him moan, which spurred me to continue as I began to thrust at an even pace. Kevin's tight heat was slowly making me lose myself as my thrusts soon became erratic, and his moans filled my ears as he got closer to his climax. I felt mine as well as his blunt nails carved red lines down my back.

He came first, and I followed seconds later, both of us moaning each other's names as we came undone. I held myself over him, gazing into his joyous green eyes as I came down from my high.

"You have no idea how amazing you look right now," he panted, grinning blissfully. "I'd welcome death if this was the last thing I'd ever see."

I chuckled. "How poetic of you, Kevin."

I rolled over onto my back, reaching over to the bedside table to fetch a disinfectant wipe. I cleaned Kevin's juices off my abdomen, and threw the wipe away, getting another and turning to the redhead. He watched me silently as I cleaned him up, that dopey grin never leaving his face.

After I'd cleaned us both up, I lifted Kevin slightly so I could pull down the covers, and climbed in beside him. He laid his head on my shoulder, arm draped lazily across my waist. I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and nonchalantly rubbing circles along his back as we fell asleep.