Author's Note:
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As they sit at the table, their discussion paused so they can eat, Terry lets himself linger on how wonderful waking up had been. His exhaustion had kept him mostly still while he slumbered, and thus he'd hardly moved an inch from where he'd so comfortably fallen asleep, his ear still pressed warmly against his beloved's chest. However, it would seem that Edd got a little too comfortable in that time as well, as he had been fast asleep when Terry woke. Fuck if it wasn't the most precious sight to behold. His little Princess, sound asleep with his little hands still lingering around his neck and shoulders. Oh, how fucking sweet that first tender kiss to his neck had been. How fucking adorable his little whimpers as Edd stirred in his arms. How fucking beautiful his little smile upon recognizing where he was and what was happening.
It took a little coercing to get them out of bed to get back to work, but their hunger had proven persuasive enough. They hadn't eaten after Terry returned home, after all. Upon entering the kitchen, they found that the sun had set, but they still had a few hours before midnight. A decent compromise. While they prepared a simple dinner, Edd began discussing some of his ideas, only to put them on hold to sate his appetite. Now, with his home-cooked burger nearly gone, he turns to Terry again.
"So…" he swallows the bite in his mouth, "As I was saying…All you have to do is inform me of when you're leaving and approximately when you'll be back. And, as long as you keep them out of the trailer and the door locked, I don't have to remain sequestered in the bedroom the entire three days."
"Right, " Terry nods, "And I'll keep 'em out as long as possible. Sun up to sun down if I can."
"Perfect!" Edd's practically bouncing in his seat as he excitedly adds, "We can even create a special knock!"
"Yeah, I guess…" Terry shrugs, "And since I'm the only one who'll have a key, you'll know that I'm the only one who can get in while they're stuck outside. Same with the bedroom; we'll have to keep it locked pretty much all the time when they're inside."
"Do you have a spare key for the bedroom?" Edd asks, "If not, that could be a problem since, once you've locked me in, I can't get out again after you leave."
"I'll unlock the door before leaving the trailer," Terry assures him, "Just give me about five to ten minutes to herd them out before you come out of the bedroom. Then I'll lock it up again after we get back."
"Very well…" Edd shrugs, pushing his plate aside, "I believe it'll be the most efficient method — certainly the best we have. Now, about those contingency plans…"
"Like…plans to make a getaway?" Terry asks, his brow cocked as he finishes off his burger.
"Yes…" Edd sits up a little, "I mentioned last night that I'd gathered my belongings or…well, most of them. Mostly the mementos you've gifted me…I believe it would be best to keep them in a suitcase and hide it near the van."
"What about just puttin' them in the van?" Terry offers.
"Wouldn't Ed or Eddy be able to find them?"
"We'll keep 'em in a suitcase — like you said," Terry argues, glancing towards the hall closet "I should have one around here from when my folks kicked me out…And I can put a lock on it so they can't get into it. I should probably keep some of my own clothes in it too. Save on space by keepin' everything together n' all that."
"That sounds great," Edd concurs, "So we'll keep some belongings — and perhaps a little extra money in cash? — in the van. I suppose next is planning how to get out of here if we need to."
"Aside from just heading to the van as soon as possible?" Terry asks.
"Well, yes," Edd nods, "For example, how will I get to the van? Like…what if they find me in here and I can't get past them? How will I get out?"
Terry sits back, crossing his arms over his chest. He hadn't considered that. There's no back door to the trailer and little ventilation. The front door is really the only way in or out. Edd's silent for a moment as well, thinking just as carefully.
"Are there any windows in the bedroom under that foam?" he asks suddenly, his brow furrowed.
"No…" Terry shakes his head, "Not that I'd take it down even if there was…"
"What do you mean?" Edd asks, cocking his head to the side, "If there's a window in the bedroom it'd easily be the most appropriate place to slip out."
"Yeah, but, aside from the fact that keeping that room sound proof will keep those brats from hearing anything we say while they're inside," Terry explains, "I'm also gonna be frustrated as all fuck the entire time they're here and…" He shoots the boy a sly grin. "Shit might get a little loud while you're helpin' me relieve some of that tension…"
Crossing his arms, Edd blushes deeply and looks away; "Very well, I—"
"I mean," Terry continues, smugly, "let's be real here; when you get goin', you can really get to squealin' and—"
"Okay, I get it!" Edd snaps, his face deep red, "You've made your point!" He huffs, rolling his eyes as he moves on. "What about the bathroom? The foam there has to come down anyway — is there a window in there?"
"Mm…yeah, now that you mention it," Terry shrugs, scratching his jaw, "There's the one at the far end of the room."
"That might be our best bet," Edd notes uneasily, "I could climb up on the toilet seat and crawl out the window."
"I don't want you hurtin' yourself doin' this…"
"We can leave that lawn chair under the window," Edd suggests, "It would reduce the height from the ground, and shouldn't be very conspicuous. It would look natural having it tucked snugly against the trailer anyway, right?"
"I guess…"
"Where should I go from there, though?"
Terry shrugs; "I mean…just go to the van?"
"Wouldn't you want to keep it locked?" Edd asks, brow furrowed, "And, unless you have a spare key, I won't be able to get in anyway…" Before Terry can counter, Edd continues, "But that's not even the main problem. Even if I were to go to the van, we should have other meet-up locations in the event that I have to leave the trailer for whatever reason."
And thus begins another hour-long discussion and back and forth about the best places for Edd to go to hide and what place is too far or too close. Down by the pier. Behind the Man Eater. In one of the food stands. Out in the woods behind the park. Wait, that's about where the van is, so why not just go to the van? Right. He can't get in. Okay, the woods behind the park.
Okay, but what if he could just get into the van? How would that work? Maybe he could leave it unlocked? Just on the off-chance that Edd needs to get in? Well, no. His coworkers aren't the most trustworthy and Steve in particular has been known to break into even Mike's vehicle when he'd foolishly left it unlocked. At least he was smart enough not to take anything during that stunt, but he'd still managed it.
So, leaving the van unlocked is out of the question — especially if they're keeping cash in there. Edd'll need to have a key. Terry knows he has a spare around here somewhere, but will he really keep it on his person all the time? He could leave it out in the kitchen — suggest to the Pipsqueak that he's always misplacing the original, so he keeps the spare out in plain sight? Eh…what if Edd can't take it from the kitchen before running to the bathroom? How about in the bathroom itself? That way it's closer to the actual exit they're trying to create — right at the window, in fact? But…how weird is that? Keeping a spare key to a vehicle in the bathroom? Who does that? You want to look less suspicious, Terry!
"What if we hide it in the bathroom?" Terry sighs finally.
"Where, though?" Edd asks, "We can't keep it in the medicine cabinet. Eddy enjoys snooping and I'm sure he wouldn't limit that suddenly and restrain himself from going through your toiletries. That includes the closet in there as well. And they'd probably disturb the rug, knowing how messy they are, so placing the key under that wouldn't work either."
"What if we hide it somewhere he wouldn't think to look?"
"Such as…?"
"What if we tape it to the underside of the sink or the back of the toilet?" Terry suggests. When Edd gives him a disgusted look, he elaborates. "I saw it in a movie once. Most people aren't gonna be lookin' behind the toilet or under the sink — whichever spot works best — and so taping some important object there, like a stash of money or drugs or whatever, will keep it hidden. Granted, in the movie, the thing was actually secured to the inside of the lid of the tank, but I figure you'd be more comfortable keeping it away from that water?"
"Mm…" Edd still looks a little uneasy, but offers a shrug, "Though I find the idea a little…unpleasant, I believe that would be the most effective way to keep it hidden."
"Good. So," Terry grins, counting on his fingers, "that takes care of our story, how we'll handle you bein' out of the room, where you'll go if you need to leave the trailer, how you'll get out of the trailer, how you'll get out of the window and where we'll keep the key, where to meet up after you get out, and a getaway plan. Anything else?"
Edd bows his head, covering his mouth as he thinks carefully; "Where will we go?"
"I thought we covered that in the 'where to meet up' section of this little meeting?"
"No, I mean…" Edd shifts a little, looking concerned, "Where will we go…after we leave the park? If they find out, we can't come back…Where can we go from here?"
Shit…Terry sits back to think on that as well. It's not like he has a timeshare somewhere that they can hole up in. He'd planned to just drive until they find someplace new. Maybe go to the next state over, find a cheap place to hunker down in, and build a new life there? But is that a good enough answer?
"I don't know…" he admits, "I was just thinking of driving till we find somethin' — anything. We might have to drive across state lines. Maybe more than once?"
Again, Edd doesn't look totally satisfied, but he shrugs; "It's better than nothing…I mean…it's not like I know where we could go either. I've never even been outside of this state. And I guess, realistically, it won't matter anyway unless we can escape in the first place, right?"
Terry nods, wishing he had a better answer to give him. Heaving a reluctant sigh, Edd sits up and grabs the remnants of his burger to finish it off. At least it seems to have covered all of their bases enough to let Edd relax a little more. After taking his last bite, Edd turns to him.
"So, now that we've finished eating," he begins, "would you like to begin working on the bathroom? I believe that getting started on that as soon as possible will be best to give us ample time to finish."
"Already?" Terry pouts, "C'mon, Princess. I thought we'd get started on that tomorrow morning? Can't we take the night to relax a little?"
"I don't know…" Edd replies his head bowed, "It's hard to relax knowing that that still needs to be done. And after that little nap, I doubt either of us would be able to sleep any time soon."
"I know how we can tire ourselves out," Terry purrs back, eyeing him carefully.
"Terry!" Edd whines, hunching his shoulders, "Please be serious…The sooner we get this done the better!" He looks back up at him with hopeful eyes. "I'm happy to assist you, of course."
"What can you do?" Terry scoffs back, crossing his arms over his chest again, "Aside from givin' me somethin' pretty to look at and listen to while I work?"
"You underestimate my construction skills," Edd retorts boastfully, "I built many useful contraptions and devices for Eddy's various scams back home. I'm more than capable of dismantling whatever it is you used to install that foam."
"I appreciate the offer, sweetheart," Terry sighs back, "But regardless of how useful you'd be with taking all that down, I'd rather wait till tomorrow."
"But why?" Edd pouts.
"Because we've still got time and I wanna take tonight to unwind," Terry explains, "We can relax, maybe watch a movie…how about a nice bath with those special soaps of yours?"
The suggestion warms Edd's cheeks and he smiles dreamily before shaking his head.
"That…That does sound nice," he admits, "But, hear me out. Why don't we take care of that last bit of business tonight — or at least get a head start and finish in the morning after we get a good amount of progress in — then do all of that relaxing tomorrow evening after you get home? That way we'll be rested and fully prepared by the time Ed and Eddy arrive the following morning?"
Terry groans, but can't deny that Edd's plan makes much more sense. Perhaps delaying gratification will be more beneficial? With a sigh, he nods.
"Alright, Princess," he relents, "You win." He stands from the table, "I'll grab my tools. Why don't you head out n' grab that lawn chair to bring around back to the bathroom window?"
"Of course!" Edd agrees, before hesitating, "Ehm…after I take care of the dishes…"
Rolling his eyes, Terry offers a shrug in response and walks over to the hall closet to retrieve his toolbox. With them in hand, he heads to the bathroom.
At least this part goes fairly smoothly. Using a mix of a nail puller, pry bar, and nail gun, they're able to chip away at the walls, removing the nails or forcing them further through the plywood until the boards and foam are freed. To Terry's chagrin, Edd expressed disbelief upon seeing the plywood beneath and commented as much.
"So many dents…" he'd mused, brushing his fingers over one of the many hammer indentations around the nails, "Why were you so aggressive when installing this?"
Flashes of the rage he'd felt that first day after bringing Edd home made Terry grimace in response and deny answering. He'd rather not dredge up those times — particularly if they're a far off fog for Edd at this point. Something which became increasingly more difficult as the boy also noted that they'd have to get rid of the fluffy rug, stained red in a few spots.
When they finally wind down for the night, nearly all of the walls have been cleared of the foam, including the window. There are definitely noticeable holes in the walls left behind by the nails, but nothing as suspicious as the foam itself. At the very least, neither Ed nor Eddy should question something so insignificant, leading Terry to wave them off. Or…he would, if Edd weren't insistent about filling them. He'll have to do that tomorrow. There's also the problem of all the foam on the ceiling. Terry decides as he inspects it that he'll need a longer crowbar for better leverage to get it down and resolves to borrow one he knows Mike has on hand the following morning. Should be able to get the spackling from him too…and maybe some paint? Ugh. This is gonna be a process…
Unwilling to do anything more with the foam tonight, and not wanting to stay up any longer, Terry gathers up the removed boards — commanding Edd to stay out of the bathroom while he does so he doesn't hurt himself on any of the nails left behind — and takes them outside with the intention of dragging them and the rest of the discarded pieces to a nearby dumpster the next day. When he returns, he finds Edd sweeping up the dust left behind, cleaning up as much as he can so they'll have less to clean tomorrow.
After that, Edd asks for one last thing before bed. That being; to test out their plan for him to crawl out the window. Thus, with the chair in place on the other side and with Terry spotting him, Edd climbs up onto the closed lid of the toilet seat and begins to open the window. The months of disuse makes it difficult to move at first, but once he and Terry dislodge it, it's easy enough to push open. Terry watches him carefully as Edd takes a deep breath before climbing up and hoisting himself partially through the window, straddling the sill in a crouch. Gazing intently down at the chair, he moves his other leg through the window and starts to lower himself. His little arms shake against the strain and Terry worries briefly that he might fall, until his toes seem to touch the seat of the chair outside. As he settles on both feet on the outside, he gazes back through the window with a big grin, pleased that his little plan had worked. A wave of relief washes over Terry as he leans against the window sill, happy to know that this not only works, but that it's a fairly safe option.
With that out of the way, he helps Edd back inside — yeah, he could've just walked around to the front door, but he likes this method more — and retires with him to bed. If not for his newfound exhaustion, he might've slipped in some sex as well, but at this point, his body has already started to ache from removing that foam he so painstakingly installed. All he really wants right now is to fall asleep with his darling, especially with the early morning that's sure to creep up on them.
Indeed, the morning is unforgiving to them as they struggle to wake to the blaring alarm and get back to work, trying to move as quickly as possible. After sneaking in a quick shower, Terry leaves to retrieve the spackling, paint, and crowbar from Mike. When asked why he needs any of this, he manages to throw out some excuse about needing to fix something before the Pipsqueak arrives — something about punching a wall in anger and all that. Mike seems to buy it, or at least doesn't seem interested in questioning further and hands them over. Upon his return, he finds that Edd has also had his shower and is currently working on removing one of the remaining wall panels. Despite Terry's reservations, it's helping them get this done faster so…fuck if he can complain. Leaving the walls to Edd, he focuses on the ceiling.
The hours whittle away as they work slowly, but methodically; carefully removing each section of foam and plywood and throwing down the spackling. It's agonizing and borderline painful, but fuck if it's not important. When they finally finish, Terry has maybe half an hour before his shift is to begin, leaving no time to paint. Not that it's really going to matter. The walls and ceiling are almost entirely covered by the patchy white material, practically looking intentional in their design. A summation that Edd seems to agree with.
"I mean…" he shrugs, looking over their work, "I must admit that it's definitely…you. Frankly, after seeing your bedroom back in Peach Creek, I'd be surprised that there aren't more cracks."
"I'll take that as a compliment for now, given the circumstances…" Terry grumbles, "Alright, we gotta let all this dry and I gotta get ready for work."
With that, he gathers up his tools and the borrowed supplies and leaves for the kitchen. Or…he would, if he didn't have one last thing to remove; the combination lock and latch. Definitely can't leave that. Finally, he's done. He'd periodically taken the boards out to join the others behind the trailer, but they still need to be taken to the dumpster as well. Fuck it. That's gonna have to wait. He then makes a quick change of clothes. Though another shower would be nice, the spackling will dry a lot faster in low-humidity, so the shower from before and an extra layer of deodorant will have to suffice. He also retrieves the mini lock still attached to the long-discarded leash, along with its matching key for Edd to lock the suitcase with once he's packed it, a task which Terry voices him to take care of while he's out.
Speaking of which, he finds the case stored in the back of the hall closet, dusty as all hell, but still in fairly good condition. A decent-sized sucker too. Should have more than enough room to hold his and Edd's clothes and all those little toys of his. Well…maybe not the jumbo shrimp, but does he really need to bring that thing? Surely that's something they can leave behind in the bedroom closet if need be.
With time ticking away, he roots around in his junk drawer in search of his spare van key and the duct tape, nudging aside this and that. Measuring tape, pens that don't work, batteries that may or may not have any juice left in them, Valentine's photos, some twist-ties accumulated from a number of packages of bread…Ah! Here we go. The spare key, buried under a few empty boxes of staples and other shit he doesn't really need. And there's the duct tape too — perfect. Handing Edd the items, he instructs him to find a good spot and to clear out the labels he's place in the bathroom cabinet before heading out with a kiss to his cheek.
But the headache doesn't end there. Work drags the fuck on so horribly today. Sure, the coeds are out and about, which is entertaining enough, but Terry knows that tomorrow will be the start of the crazy days. Right now at least, most of those fuckers are littering the pier rather than hanging out in the park. Eh, no skin off his nose. He needs a more quiet shift today to prepare him for the shitstorm tomorrow. But damn if he doesn't wish time would fuckin' pass faster. The thought of enjoying a warm, bubbly bath with his Princess is just too damn tantalizing.
At least some discussions with his coworkers help the time pass a littl. A few more people who need to be informed of the Pipsqueak situation, some of whom offer their own ways to make Eddy's stay a little worse. From giving him overly-spicy or even borderline rotten food to make him sick, to scamming him out of money by rigging their games against him. All good options, as far as Terry is concerned, and all of which he signs off on in a heartbeat.
As his shift finally does wind to a close, he returns to the trailer. But…fuck, he's gotta take those boards and rug to the dumpster…Fuckin' fine! Another tedious fifteen minutes of that, and he's finally able to stumble inside.
He's hit by a delicious aroma the second he walks in the door. Baked potatoes, fluffy biscuits, pan-seared steaks. Edd's been cooking for him — Thank fuck! Closing the door behind him, he approaches the table, eager to tuck in. As he sits down, Edd walks out from the hallway, a paper and pen in his hands.
"Ah, you're back!" he greets enthusiastically, "I'm sorry if anything's cold. I suppose I got a little overzealous with my preparations and I wanted to ensure that you had something to eat when you returned."
"What about you?" Terry asks, his brow cocked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet," Edd answers, sitting down across from him, "I thought it'd be rude if I didn't wait."
As Terry takes his first bite, he glances at the paper Edd sits beside his plate to grab his fork.
"What's this?" he murmurs after swallowing, picking the paper up to look over it.
A checklist, as far as he can tell. Different tasks Edd had written down and checked off. 'Remove labels from bathroom', 'move toiletries to bedroom', 'pack suitcase' — an item which includes a separate, more-detailed sublist of what all Edd intended to pack. The list goes on like that, a clear effort on Edd's part to just gather his thoughts and ensure he's not forgetting anything important.
"How is everything?" Edd asks suddenly, drawing Terry's attention back to him.
Terry grins his way; "It's great, sweetheart. Not that I'm complaining, but what made you wanna cook the steaks?"
Edd shrugs back; "I realize you were probably saving them for some special occasion, but I thought it'd help to ensure we'd have a truly relaxing evening before tomorrow. You know…a good meal, maybe some television? Then a warm bath before bed? Isn't that roughly what you had in mind last night?"
"Mm…" Terry purrs, enjoying another bite of pretty much everything on his plate loaded onto his fork, "That does sound damn good."
Their conversation remains stagnant after that, the air filled only by the sounds of their forks clinking against their plates. As they finish their dinner, Edd snags the dishes to clean them so Terry can find something for them to watch. Not a huge selection, but he settles on some shitty comedy on one of the movie channels. Just need the distraction, really. When Edd returns to his side, they settle in to turn their brains off for the hour or so the movie runs, groaning with each commercial break interrupting the actual content every five minutes and talking over the scenes with their own commentary.
When the credits run, Edd's the first to rise to get their bath going. Fine by me…Edd knows how to prepare the perfect baths anyway. As Terry shuts everything off in the living room and moves to the kitchen, he notices the light of the answering machine blinking, indicating a missed call. Brow cocked, he approaches it and presses 'play'.
"Lazy sonuva bitch — can't even pick up the damn phone!" his father's voice snarls through the recording, "Listen here, dammit. Me n' the boys'll be out tomorrow 'round noon. You better be ready n' have that shithole cleaned up by the time we get there."
Nothing more than that before the recording clicks off. If not for the fact that his Princess was busy preparing them a romantic bath followed by what he'll make sure will be a hot and heavy round of sex, he might've let his rage at hearing that fucker's voice get to him. But not now. Instead, he deletes the message and retreats to the bathroom.
Edd's sitting on the edge of the tub with his hand under the running water. The tub's already filling with those fragrant bubbles, filling the air with a delightful aroma that further quells Terry's irritation with his old man. As he closes the door, he checks over the spackling, finding it to have dried significantly. It still looks patchy as fuck, but Edd had been right before that it seemed to suit the overall look he strived for; that being 'trying as little as possible'. Without a second thought, he strips down, eager to get started. Edd seems to catch on and stands to retrieve a couple of towels and washcloths from the closet to leave near the bath. After, he disrobes as well, but wraps a towel around his waist — his ever-modest Princess.
Oh well, he doesn't protest as Terry pulls him into his lap as he takes Edd's seat near the faucet to wait for the water. Rather, he curls up against him, hugging his middle and resting his head on his shoulder. Fuck if they don't fit so perfect like this. Fuck if this isn't where either of them belong. He'd gladly forgo the bath to just be like this all night. It's almost more relaxing.
'Almost' being the key word. His back and muscles still ache pretty bad from taking all that foam down. So, despite his desperate desire to remain seated like this, when the water is high enough, Terry gently nudges Edd off of him so they can step in and the towel can be discarded. Ooooohhhh…Okay, so the bath was a good idea. The steaming water feels goddamn heavenly against his aching body and to be surrounded by that gentle fragrance is helping to make all of those pesky troubles melt away. Hell, he could fall asleep if he's not careful. Something he nearly succumbs to were it not for Edd dragging a washcloth over his chest as he settles in against his side.
They linger in the bath, taking their sweet time actually washing, and even refresh the heat of the water once or twice just so they can stay in as long as possible. Sharing kisses back and forth until the cooling water urges them apart. Alas, as their extremities prune, they must step out of the tub and dry off. Of course, that doesn't mean they have to pull their clothes on at all, and, as they retreat to the bedroom, they take advantage of their relaxed, naked states to indulge in some tender lovemaking.
That may not even be the best word. As far as Terry's concerned, he's doing nothing more than worshipping the body he adores so damn much with his mouth. Blessing every last inch of skin that finds its way beneath his lips and tongue. His name trickles from Edd's lips so beautifully as he coerces his darling towards a sexual high. His beloved arches into his touch with a series of feeble moans and as he lubes up his cock to get to the main event, Edd gazes back at him through half-lidded eyes. Those slender arms wrap warmly against the man's broad neck and shoulders as Terry sinks into that tight heat, rocking slowly.
Gripping Edd's hips, he begins moving faster, spurred on by Edd's moans echoing in his ears. Edd's thighs squeeze his waist, his nails digging into his back. His breathing is becoming more and more ragged as he feels his orgasm nearing. Squeezing his hand between them, Terry teases Edd's rigid cock, stroking him until his little body goes still and every part of him clenches. Terry hisses a curse as his climax takes him. He continues rocking into the boy, panting and groaning as the tingling pleasure courses through him. Edd nuzzles him affectionately as their bodies relax thoroughly. Locking his lips upon Edd's jaw, Terry can't be fucked to pull out as he begins drifting away, fully satisfied by how excellent this night turned out.
Bring on the little shit. After such a perfect evening, he's ready for anything that brat dishes out.
