For a moment, Edd's too flabbergasted to speak. As Terry glances up at him, curious for his response, he finds the boy's mouth agape and unable to utter a sound.
That moment doesn't last.
"Wh-What do you mean 'he'll be here Friday'?!" Edd demands, his demeanor shifting from shocked to angry.
"I…mean he'll be here Friday?" Terry reiterates, reaching for the letter, "Look, I—"
"Call him back!" Edd demands, his hands curling into fists as he stamps his foot.
"I can't just—"
"Call him back now!" Edd stresses, "And tell him you changed your mind!"
Terry rubs his forehead; "It ain't that easy, Princess."
"Of course it is," Edd retorts, "It's the same thing you've been doing for weeks! Pick up the phone, call him back, and tell him he can't come!"
"I know it seems easy enough," Terry insists, gritting his teeth, "but—"
"How can you do this?!" Edd's voice is strained against oncoming tears, "How can you let him come here?! After you made it so clear he couldn't come, now all of a sudden, he can?"
"If you'd just listen, I—"
"No!" Shaking his head, Edd covers his ears, "Unless you're about to say you're going to call him back, I don't want to hear it! I don't want him here!"
"And you think I do?!" Terry snaps back, raising his own voice in his frustration, "He didn't give me a fuckin' choice!"
But that's not good enough. Edd turns away from him, stomping down the hall towards the bedroom. Terry follows after him.
"Don't you fuckin' walk away from me!"
Before he can get out another demand, the door is slammed in his face. He reaches for the knob, only to find Edd's locked it.
"Hey!" he yells, pounding his fist against the wood, "Open the goddamn door!"
No answer. Well, no shit. Even if Edd is saying something to him, he won't be able to hear him anyway. Reaching into his pocket, he fumbles for his keys. This shit aint gonna fly. No matter how irate Edd is. No matter how much this upsets him. No matter how much even the briefest uttering of Eddy's voice had been enough to drive him to hysterics. No matter…how devastating…this must feel for him. No…fuck…
Heaving a calming sigh through his nose, Terry reluctantly pockets his keys. Yelling any more aint gonna solve anything. And it sure as shit isn't going to make Edd feel any less anxious about this. Best to let him simmer down and talk about it properly after.
Retreating to the living room, he sits down on the couch, hoping to distract himself with some television. The hours whittle away as he stares absentmindedly at the screen. During that time, Edd doesn't come out, or, if he does, Terry doesn't notice or hear. As the day shifts effortlessly to night, though, he decides to check in on him.
He tries to stay quiet as he does, unlocking the door and softly opening it. Edd's curled up and away from him, his little body shivering. He's okay; just finally managed to exhaust his agony for the night as far as Terry can discern. Stepping further into the room, Terry mourns the notion of getting in the sex he's been pushing for all goddamn day, but decides a good night's sleep beside his little beloved should make up for it. Perhaps Edd's not quite asleep yet, though, as he curls further in on himself the nearer he gets. His poor cuttlefish is clutched in a vice grip and the sheets and pillow where he's resting his red cheek are damp with tears. As Terry reaches for the covers to pull them away so that he can climb into bed too, he hears the hoarse, weepy voice snap back at him.
"Go away," Edd barely mumbles as he hunches his shoulders more, "Leave me alone."
"You kickin' me outta my own bed?" Terry grumbles, trying not to sound too frustrated.
"Leave me alone."
Motherf…With another sigh, Terry stands straight again.
"Fine."
Before walking away, he takes a moment to pull the covers over Edd instead, determined to at least do that much for him. Back out the room, he closes the door, leaving it unlocked as he returns to the living room with his tail between his legs for a night on the couch. He's got a spare blanket around here somewhere, right? He finds one in the closet. A light coating of dust and smelling musty and old, but it'll do. Reclining on the couch, he wiles away the hours trying to figure out the best way to handle this until his mind eventually shuts down to sleep.
He's roused some time later by little hands gently shaking him. For the briefest of moments, Eddy's threat pulses in his mind. That he'd show up out of nowhere and somehow break into his trailer to make his life the living hell he wants it to be. He opens his eyes, gasping for air and ready to hit the first thing in his field of vision.
Until that thing registers to him as being Edd, kneeling beside him and looking remorseful. He's not taken his hands off of the man's arm, and even seems to be clinging to the fabric of his shirt. As the events of last night play back in Terry's memory, he calms and drags his free hand down his face to quell his uneven breathing.
"Terry?"
Glancing towards the front door instead, Terry notices that the sun still hasn't risen yet and he can only see the inky darkness peeking through the foggy glass. The only light illuminating either of them is emanating from the hallway, casting dark shadows over them both. How long was he out? And why the hell is he awake now? He won't be on the clock till this afternoon. No real reason to be awake yet, is there? Something Edd wants, but what?
"What time is it?" he asks groggily.
"Late…" Edd mumbles, "Or…early? I didn't check…"
With an irritable groan, Terry rubs his eyes, briefly considering returning to his dreamless slumber.
"Terry…"
Edd's voice draws him to look in the boy's direction, but he chooses not to answer. Just gives him a look that shows he's listening. Edd fumbles with his words as he picks at the pilling on Terry's sleeve.
"I'm…sorry…" he mumbles, "For…my behavior before…"
Wasn't expecting that…Terry eyes him carefully, waiting for him to elaborate.
"Please…" he whimpers, "Y-You forgive me…right?"
With a groan, Terry struggles to sit up, his back aching from sleeping on the couch. Where's this coming from, exactly? Edd doesn't get this apologetic or meek anymore unless he wants something. He rubs his neck a moment to relieve the strain, choosing not to respond just yet. Edd's beside him in moments, sitting on the couch and gazing up at him expectantly. It's now that Terry's noticed that Edd's wearing his jersey and likely only a pair of underwear, which is obscured by the shirt. He'd also missed the collar — not the velvety necklace he'd gifted him, but the leather strap that Edd had abhorred — resting comfortably on his neck. Oh yeah, he wants something. And Terry knows what it is. But he's not gonna give up the game that damn easy. Not when he's being this damn obvious about it and not when he might be getting something good in return for playing along.
"You kicked me outta my own fuckn' bed," he grumbles finally.
Edd bows his head contritely; "I know…I'm sorry…I was just…upset and…" He hunches his shoulders, hugging Terry's arm and nuzzling him. "I was…wrong…" He squeezes a little tighter. "I missed you…Please forgive me?"
Brow cocked, Terry brushes him away so that he can turn to stroke his cheek; "How 'bout you make it up to me right now?"
Worrying his lower lip between his teeth, Edd's eyes flicker over his face a moment, then down before snapping back to hold Terry's gaze. He swallows uncomfortably, but shows no further hesitation as he leans up to kiss him. Fuck, those tender lips against his own taste so much sweeter after he'd been so coldly deprived of them yesterday. As he slips his tongue into Edd's eager mouth, Terry moves his hands to grope those plush thighs and up to his hips. Fingers slipping under the jersey, he's startled to find that his initial assumption about Edd wearing anything under the garment was false. His little darling is completely bare from the waist down, covered only by the jersey.
Fuck, does this kid know what gets him going…
Edd breaks away from the kiss to gaze up at him, looking so wanton. He's got that uncertain look to him again. Further hesitation as he battles with himself about what he wants to do next. After a deep breath, he begins trailing his hands down Terry's chest, adding in a few kisses to his jaw, his neck…Shit, he wasn't expecting this either. When those little hands reach his pants in search of his zipper, he loses any will of silencing his curiosity.
"Didn't expect you to be this eager, darlin'…" he mutters, hoping it'll come off as more playful.
Saying nothing in response, Edd focuses instead on revealing the man's penis. The queasy look on Edd's face is startling as his timid stroking effortlessly coaxes Terry to full erection. As Edd hesitates again, Terry gets a sinking feeling that creeps up on him. There's no goddamn way. Edd's not about to do what he thinks he is. He practically swore he never would…
But no, after another deep breath to quell his unease, Edd bows his head to wrap his quivering lips around the man's hardened cock. Terry can't hope to hold back the groan that escapes him as that delicious, wet heat strikes him in an instant. His hand finds the back of Edd's head, half-worried the boy might come to his senses and pull away if he doesn't.
However, after a moment to grow accustomed to the act, Edd begins bobbing his head, dragging his tongue over the rigid flesh. Terry's fingers dig into Edd's hair and he moans, spreading his legs a little more just so that the boy can have ample room to pleasure him properly. He catches Edd gagging a bit, but pays it little mind as he rolls his head back and closes his eyes to fully focus on how fuckin' amazing it feels. Despite his best efforts, he rocks his hips, groaning and sputtering out his favorite pet names and half-formed praise.
"So good…" he slurs, "You're doin' so good, Princess…" His eyelids flutter as he fights to open them again. "Don't stop."
He feels a puff of air from Edd's nostrils, followed by the slightest whimper. Goddammit! He wishes he could've been better prepared for this development…The shock this blows to his stamina, on top of his previous exhaustion, does him no favors as he's incapable of holding out much longer. Edd's perfect mouth around him is too goddamn much and too goddamn sudden. His grip tightens.
"You got me close, Princess," he warns, breathless, "So fuckin close…"
Barely managing to force his eyes open, he trains them on Edd, following the seductive curve of his ass, up his back and to his head. Gulping down his lust but a moment, he's just able to make himself to relax his grip to better push those long bangs away and properly gaze upon that pretty face. Edd glances up at him, his eyes begging silently. Fuck, if that weren't enough to put him over, he doesn't know what would be. He groans low in his chest as he clutches the back of Edd's head to keep him still. He feels the kid struggle a bit in disgust as he cums, but he decides in the moment he could give a fuck.
As his body relaxes, sinking into the couch, he releases Edd from his grip. His eyes drift closed as he heaves a content sigh. He could pass out again right the fuck now — let this whole thing remain a sexy dream in his mind — but Edd's gentle weight beside him and against his chest draws him back to the waking world.
"Was that…okay?" he asks softly, resting his head on the man's shoulder.
"Mm…" Terry purrs, carding his fingers through Edd's hair and turning to kiss his temple, "Better then okay, Princess."
"Would…you like to come back to the bedroom?" Edd breathes, nuzzling him, "We could, perhaps… continue?"
With a grin, Terry finally opens his eyes back to him.
"Fuck that," he snarls, "I'd rather have you right here."
Blushing, Edd glances at the door uneasily; "What if someone hears?"
"It's, like, three in the morning," Terry retorts with a scoff, "If they didn't hear me losin' it while you were blowing me, they ain't gonna hear you. But, if yer that worried, then just keep your voice down."
"What about…the lubrication?" Edd asks, his voice dropping a little per recommendation.
Terry rolls his eyes; "Right…okay, go get it n' come back."
Should give me a chance to catch my breath n' shit. Shoulders slumping, Edd gives a reluctant nod and stands to patter back down the hall. Pleased, Terry reclines on the couch while he waits and languidly strokes his softening cock to coax himself back to erection, reflecting on how good this ended up working out. Maybe I oughta threaten to bring the little brat out here more often if it'll get my Princess to go down on me some more?
Edd returns moments later, the little bottle in hand and a sheepish look on his face.
"Very good, Princess," he purrs, "Now, c'mere n' sit yourself down on my cock."
Gulping down any unease he might have, Edd shyly shifts from one foot to the other. Hunching his shoulders, he sways his hips a little.
"Can…you do the honors first?" he asks, holding the bottle towards him, "It feels better…when you do it."
Mm…damn straight. Terry recognizes that Edd's absolutely saying what he knows he wants to hear, but fuck it. He's being so goddamn sexy and Terry's not up to complaining about how manipulative the kid's clearly being. Taking the bottle, he beckons him forward. Edd climbs into his lap, lifting the shirt a little so Terry can have easier access to prepare him for what's to come. Spreading the lube over his fingers, Terry works Edd's ass out, stretching him and coating his insides with a layer of the viscous fluid. Meanwhile, Edd clings to his neck, moaning in his ear and effortlessly keeping him hard and ready to ravage that sweet body. He catches a cool, minty fragrance emanating from the boy, an observation which nearly makes him chuckle at the realization that Edd clearly took a detour to the bathroom to use some mouthwash before returning to him.
When Edd's properly prepared, he hands the bottle back to him, implying without words for Edd to be the one to coat his sizable cock in the lubricant — if only to enjoy those sweet little hands stroking him some more. Edd shyly fumbles with the man's penis as he uses a heaping amount of the lube, his face red as he then tries to guide the slick head to his hole. As he eases down onto Terry's cock, panting heavily, Terry places his hands on the boy's hips to steady him. That tight, delicious heat is perfect as always — almost as good as his mouth had been. With a moan that blends seamlessly into a sigh, Terry reclines again, rocking his hips to match Edd's movements.
His little darling gives out fairly quickly, though; panting and struggling to move as smoothly as his little body grows weak. Fine with me. Terry easily hoists Edd towards him before shifting their positions so that he's grinding the boy against the couch below them. The new angle elicits an unrestrained noise from Edd that has him slapping his hands over his mouth and blushing more intensely than Terry's seen in a long time. Thus, Terry aims for that perfect spot again and again, admiring the beautiful way his beloved falls apart at his hand. Edd cums first; his legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he moans his name. Naturally, Terry follows shortly after, breaking away from the new mark he'd been sucking into his slender neck just behind his ear.
The afterglow is simply sublime. As Terry pushes himself up and away from Edd with haggard breath, he curses the light still shining from the hallway, but ultimately decides to ignore it as Edd follows him to curl up at his side, his arm draped over his chest and slender leg slipping over his own. Little toes catching on his jeans near his knee and that creamy thigh grazing his genitals that he can't be fucked right now to put away. His Princess can be so damn affectionate after sex. The best!
As sleep tries to settle in once more, however, he feels Edd fidgeting again.
"So…" he murmurs, drawing slow, wavering shapes along Terry's collarbone and dragging the fabric beneath his fingers every now and then, "Do you forgive me?"
A laugh rumbles from Terry's chest as he pulls Edd in a little closer.
"Sure I do," he coos, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Edd leans into the touch and settles back in against him, breathing soft and slow.
"I love you…" he mutters, burying his nose in the man's neck.
Mm…could it get any better than that? Terry strokes his thigh in response.
"I know you do, sweetheart…" he murmurs with a sigh.
Before he can continue, that warmth is stolen from him as Edd meekly pulls away again to sit up a little.
"And you love me too…right?"
Fuck, he's too tired for any more of this discussion. Thus, he reclines comfortably and gazes back at him through half-lidded eyes.
"You know I do…"
A moment of silence stretches between them, which Terry might assume is the end of it as long as Edd leaves it at that.
"Then…" Dammit… "can you do something for me?"
Here it comes…Terry feigns ignorance, though, hoping he'll maybe ask for something else. Maybe something sweet they can both properly enjoy?
"And what's that, Princess?" he asks, stroking his cheek with his thumb.
Taking a breath, Edd hunches his shoulders and tries to give him as pitiful a look as he can muster, preying on every ounce of desire Terry has for him.
"Please…can you please call him back?" he asks finally.
And there it is. Rolling his eyes, Terry sits up with a huff and nudges him aside, all mirth and relaxation forgotten in frustration.
"Please, Terry!" Edd begs, grabbing his arm as Terry tucks his flaccid cock back into his pants, "Please call him back. H-He can't be here! You know that!"
"Too bad," Terry retorts, yanking his arm away as he pushes himself up off the couch.
"Please!" Edd sits up, but can't quite find the strength to follow him from the couch yet, "You could just…say something came up! That it's sudden — an emergency! And…A-And that you simply can't house Eddy this week or…ever…?"
Terry ignores him as he walks over to the kitchen table and retrieves the letter. Returning to Edd, he holds it in front of his face.
"I can't," he repeats, hoping for that to be the last goddamn time, "Little fucker gave me no goddamn choice."
Eyes flickering from the paper to Terry's face and back, Edd shakily takes the letter in his hands to read over it. He pales and looks back at Terry in shock.
"H-He was—"
"Gonna just show up today?" Terry finishes for him, "Yeah. So I had to do something to give us a little time to prepare for it. Y'oughta be grateful I got him to push it till Friday."
Edd sinks into the couch, the message finally and effectively sinking in as well.
"I feel ill…" he gulps, shaking, "I…"
He can't seem to muster anything past that, drawing Terry to sigh.
"Look," he grumbles, "I'm sorry he's comin' here. I don't want this anymore than you do, but maybe it'll work out? Maybe this'll get it outta his fuckin' system and he'll fuck right off?"
Despite his attempts to assuage the situation, Edd doesn't seem to be listening. He does indeed look like he's going to be sick. Shit…With a sigh, Terry sits down beside him, unsure what else he can say when Edd's feeling like this. Brow furrowed, Edd peeks up at him before hugging his arms with a blush.
"I…I need a shower," he mumbles.
"Seriously?" Terry pouts, "Do you really need to waste time with that?"
His tone is probably not what Edd really needs to hear right now, as evidenced by the boy's whimpering in response. With a sigh, Terry drapes his arm around Edd's shoulders and pulls him in against his side.
"C'mon, Princess," he coos, giving him a little squeeze "Let's just go back to bed n' get all cozy — maybe get a little more sleep — and then we can deal with this shit in the morning?"
With little hesitation, Edd shrugs his arm off and pushes himself up and off the couch.
"I need a shower…" he repeats, trudging towards the hall.
Terry watches him as he retreats to the bathroom, the jersey hanging limply over his frail form. Well…it wasn't a 'total' loss, he supposes. He at least got some good fucking in. And maybe after Edd cools off, they can squeeze in a little more?
In the meantime, he abandons his makeshift bed and skulks back to his room to enjoy the real thing. Get some more sleep in and fuckin' relax before he's gotta be up and doing shit. When he walks in, he finds that the sheets have been partially dragged onto the floor and Edd's plush toys are gathered in a little pile on one side of the mattress while his pjs are folded neatly beside them. Terry briefly considers trying to decode whatever the hell was going through Edd's mind when he was in here alone, but forsakes that notion entirely in favor of settling in for the night. Pulling the sheets back over the mattress, he then shrugs off his clothing and climbs into bed with a yawn. Being surrounded by the warmth of his own bed and the gentle smell of his little darling clinging to the sheets, Terry's lulled to sleep.
For maybe five minutes, of course, as Edd returns from his shower, looking only a little more at ease than before. He's hesitating beside the bed, fidgeting as though he's debating whether or not he should be there at all. Terry gazes up at him blearily as the feeling of being watched rouses him before reaching for him with a moan. It gives Edd all the permission he seemed to be looking for to crawl in beside him, allowing himself to be pulled snugly into the man's arms. Okay, they can fucking sleep now, right? Edd will feel relaxed enough with him after all that to just sleep?
"Terry?"
Fuck no. Why is he still hoping for that?
"What?" Terry tries not to groan in response.
A long, uneasy pause follows before Edd mutters a trembling; "What are we going to do…?"
Terry sighs, forcing himself to sit up. Edd's never gonna relax until they go over this, is he? Fuckin' fine. Taking a long breath to try to wake himself up, he turns to Edd, who's half in his lap in anticipation.
"Look, your workin' yourself up over nothing," he replies after a moment, "We're just gonna put him up for a couple days and then he'll go home. You'll have to stay in the bedroom most of the time, but only when he's inside the trailer. Okay?"
Edd gives him a weird look, his brow furrowed.
"That's it?" he asks, "That's the most thought you've put into this?"
Terry shrugs; "What else is there to think about? I mean, I'm also plannin' to beat the little fucker half to death the second I get 'im inside, but other than that, what's the problem?"
"Well…there's…a lot, actually?" Edd replies breathlessly, "Terry, do you not see the obvious problem here? Or…one of many?"
"What?"
"Terry," Edd sits up on his knees beside him, "You and I both know how boastful Eddy is of his relation to you. And if he's here, and telling everyone here you're his brother…Does that not worry you?" It starts to dawn on him as Edd stresses his final point: "Your coworkers are under the impression you have a sister, not a brother."
Terry feels his heart sink into his stomach. Shit. He hadn't considered that at all, having only been concerned with getting the brat off his back. Fuck if that's not a major problem, though. He'd only just managed to convince his coworkers that Edd was his sister. Sure, they'll probably believe his relation to Eddy a lot easier, but…shit there's so much that'll arise from this. Eddy's unaware of a sister named Marion and he'll sure as shit point that out. He can't call Eddy a cousin. And shit, what about Ed?! That little idiot won't go along with any lie he tries to spin either. The realization eradicates any notion of sleep that might've remained as panic takes its place. How the fuck can he spin this and get one over on everyone else in the park?! He starts mumbling to himself, struggling to figure out the proper solution.
"Terry?"
As Terry spirals, Edd leans over him while grabbing his arm. Shit…now he's feeling sick. Edd was right this whole goddamn time to have his little panic attacks about this…
"Terry," Edd repeats, "We have to figure this out."
"I know!" Terry snaps back, burying his face in his hands, "I'm trying, dammit!"
That quiets Edd again for the moment, allowing him to return to his struggling. Fuck if he knows where to begin, though. Where Eddy's been? Why he's never mentioned Eddy before now? Why Edd's nowhere to be seen? How to keep Eddy from finding out about 'Marion'? How to make sure Edd's not locked up in the bedroom the entire weekend? What—
"Perhaps…I can help?"
He snaps his attention to Edd, who's gazing up at him desperately.
"Help how?"
"I don't know…" Edd shrugs, "However I can? I mean…I don't want to brag, but I do know Eddy a little better than you do — at least in a social manner. Perhaps…I can help you use that to your advantage?"
Terry eyes him carefully before letting himself relax a little.
"Aright…"
He pauses as he realizes that this is gonna take a while. That there's no room to rest until they iron out any and every detail. Resolutely, he pushes the sheets away for the final time that night.
"I'm gonna need some coffee."
