Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Once more, this is rated R. The episode abused in this chapter is "Momma's Little Ed".
Special thanks, again, to darthelwig, whose proficiency with smut inspired this story.
Also, special thanks to Mysticlynx, without whom Double D would not have an eye color. I told you I was taking your opinion into account, my friend, and I meant it. 'lol'
Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.
Tales From The Cul-De-Sac
Chapter 3- Making Your Own Bed
It was Eddy's fault that Double D was lying in his bed, so he supposed it was only fitting that he take advantage of the situation he'd created when an opportunity showed itself.
After all, it wasn't he who suggested a foot massage. Double D wanted one. And what Double D wanted Eddy would provide.
He took Double D's foot between his palms and began to knead. Immediately he heard Double D sigh, and suddenly Eddy wondered if perhaps Double D's obsession with socks stemmed from having extremely sensitive feet.
He removed one hand just to run a finger gently down the arch of Double D's foot. Double D jerked and trembled, and Eddy smiled. Definitely sensitive feet.
With a wicked grin Eddy leaned down and sucked Double D's big toe into the heated cavern of his mouth.
Double D arched up, his hands clenching in the sheet beneath him. Thoroughly enjoying the reaction, Eddy began to hum, the sensation of his vibrating mouth sending shivers through Double D's sensitized flesh.
Eddy moved on, sucking Double D's other toes, and when Double D was just a quivering mass before him he began treating Double D's other foot to the same generous treatment. Only too soon Double D was moaning his name, begging for more with every wrenching moan.
Eddy was more than happy to oblige him.
Still sucking on one of Double D's toes, Eddy reached under the covers and began lightly fingering his friend where it counted the most.
Soon enough Double D was gasping and writhing, and his brilliant emerald eyes were pleading with Eddy for a release. Unwilling and unable to deny that wanton look, Eddy left off his ministrations and climbed on the bed.
Within moments they were naked, lubed, and ready. He thrust inside Double D and rode him hard, relishing the half-choked cries and incoherent moans that echoed up at him.
They came together, loudly, messily. Afterwards, Eddy collapsed nearly on top of Double D, too exhausted to move.
They lay together for a while, simply recuperating. When he thought he could speak without sounding horribly disjointed, he whispered in Double D's ear.
"Maybe it won't be so bad having you here after all, Sockhead."
The sound of Double D's low, soft laughter carried him into sleep.