Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy.  Rated R for now, and if any chapter becomes too racy for that rating, I will let you know where to find it.  The episode abused in this chapter is "Rambling Ed".

Thank you to darthelwig for inspiring me to try my hand at smut, as well as inadvertently giving me the idea to use episodes as mini-"plots" for each chapter.  To read the story that inspired this, try "A Shard of Memory" by darthelwig, found on ff.net and aff.net.

Author's Note – To all my usual readers, this is just a smut story.  Hope this offends no one.

Anyway, enjoy.  Peace, all.

Tales From The Cul-De-Sac

Chapter One- In Rolf's House

by Ghost Helwig

     If they hadn't tried to get Ed away from Sarah, it probably never would've happened.

     But they had, and so Eddy and Double D found themselves alone in Rolf's room, sleeping in Rolf's bed.  Rolf had opened the door and looked in on them once, but now they were alone again.

     Eddy was wide awake.  He couldn't sleep, because one part of his body in particular just would not quiet.

     And he couldn't even take care of it, not with Sockhead sleeping right beside him.

     He shot a surreptitious glance at Double D.  His best friend was turned on his side, facing away from him.  All Eddy could see of him was his outline, the tender curves of his body under the thin sheet bringing saliva into Eddy's mouth.

     Now he knew he was out of it.  Drooling over a friend - drooling over Double D! – had to mean he was far gone...

     But he couldn't stop staring at Double D's butt, and without realizing it his hand was sliding into his own shorts.  Slowly, he began to stroke himself, still staring at Double D's shadowy, sleeping form.

     Despite himself, he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to slide his hands over that perfect butt, maybe kiss a wet path down that slender back.  He was getting harder just thinking about it.

     He drifted closer to Double D, and the slight dip he made in the mattress made Double D roll even closer.  Soon Double D was leaning against him, practically on top of him; and somehow he was still sleeping.

     God, Eddy could smell him, a sweet scent made up of equal parts soap and sweat.  And he could feel Double D's body all against his – without thinking it through the hand in his pants began to move faster.

     And only then did he realize that his hand was bumping Double D's leg at the end of each pump.

     He stopped everything, including breathing.  If Double D had felt that, there was no way he could explain it away...

     Double D's leg suddenly moved against his, his leg bumping Eddy's swollen-

     Eddy had to bite his lip to hold back a moan.

     And Double D moved again.  And again.  His restless shifting was making him pleasurably hit every sensitive nerve in Eddy's body.

     Knowing it was dangerous and no longer caring, when Double D's leg rubbed him again Eddy thrust upwards, the sensation causing him to come in his fist with a small moan.  His seed spilled over his hand, leaving creamy, wet stickiness all over him.

     Eddy sank down into the bed, breathing hard and shakily.  He hadn't realized Double D's head was so close to his until he felt hot lips brush his ear.  He froze.  Breath seared his skin for a moment, and then a sleepy, sensual voice whispered in his ear.

     "I hope you can sleep now, Eddy."