Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Still Rated R. The episode abused this time around is "Fa–La–La–La–Ed".
Thanks, once more, to darthelwig, for the inspiration.
Author's Note – The episodes used in this story will not necessarily come (no pun intended) in the order in which they aired. I apologize to anyone this may confuse.
Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.
Tales From The Cul-De-Sac
Chapter Two – Christmas Cums Early
by Ghost Helwig
Eddy had run out of the house to begin planning his latest scam, leaving Ed and Double D in the bedroom of Double D's parents. Ed had finally cornered Double D against a wall, the out-of-season mistletoe still held above their heads.
Double D knew Ed wouldn't be satisfied until he got his kiss. Tilting his head up, he decided to just let it happen – once Ed got what he wanted, they could get on with their lives.
Ed leaned down to him and pressed their lips together. To Double D's surprise, Ed's kiss felt quite... nice; it made warmth uncoil within his stomach.
Unconsciously, he pressed his hips upwards, needing contact – and he got another surprise when he felt himself hardening. He moaned into Ed's suddenly open mouth, and moaned again when Ed's questing tongue brushed his.
His artless moans made Ed pull him up and into his arms. Soon they were kissing madly, hungrily-
And then Ed's knee began massaging his groin.
Double D had no idea if Ed meant to do it or not, but he didn't care – all he knew was that it felt very, very good.
Suspended in Ed's arms, Ed's slowly moving leg controlling his pleasure, Double D felt freer than he ever had. He tried to rock with Ed's slow circles, but Ed wouldn't let him – he was at Ed's mercy.
Ed's knee began to move more quickly, and Double D's body undulated as much as Ed's firm grip would allow. He was getting so close, so terribly close-
Ed's lips suddenly moved from Double D's lips to his neck. When he nipped one sensitive shoulder Double D jerked against him in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm.
He rode out the pleasure, too distracted to even care that he was now sticky and filthy.
And soon enough he wasn't quite so filthy, because Ed dropped to his knees, pulled Double D's pants down his hips, and began licking him clean.
Every flick of his tongue made Double D's breath catch and his spine arch. By the time he was done Double D was panting and half-hard once again.
Ed stood and lowered Double D out of his arms completely. He licked his lips, and Double D was fully ready for another go.
But Ed just smiled at him, sweetly.
"Merry Christmas, Double D!" he crowed happily.
Then he bounded out of the room, grinning and laughing.