Disclaimer – I do not own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Rated R for sexual situations, including slash. Don't say you weren't warned.
The episode abused this time is "Scrambled Ed", the one where Edd is exhausted so naturally everyone wants a piece of him... -discreet cough- Yes, I know I could've phrased that better...
Well anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.
Tales From The Cul-De-Sac
Chapter Six – Sleep Through This
by Ghost Helwig
He was tired – that was all. But Sarah and Jimmy would not let him alone. Poking and prodding... all while he was trying to slip into a nice dream... one that involved him, Ed, and Eddy, as well as one large, vibrating bed and a bowl of chocolate syrup...
The evidence of his fantasy was becoming very noticeable, finally quieting Sarah and Jimmy when they saw it. Maybe now he would be allowed to sleep, nestled in the warm comfort of Sarah's surprisingly soft bed...
He could hear them whispering fervently back and forth, but that hardly mattered – if he could sleep through Ed's bullhorn snoring, he could sleep through their heated murmurs...
But he could not sleep through that – a hand wrapped around him in a most intimate area. His eyes shot open, but then Sarah was covering them with her small, hot hands. It was Jimmy touching him, then...
"If the patient doesn't stay still, the surgery could go badly," Sarah whispered directly in his ear, a hint of a threat beneath her bland words. He should've known that was how Sarah would like it – with her in absolute, total power, lording her control, a dominatrix in the making.
He smiled, and nodded beneath her hand to let her know her real message had been received. He wouldn't move, speak, or look without permission. He could do this her way...
The hand that had been lightly stroking him was suddenly gone, and before he could inwardly bemoan its absence a hot-wet mouth had engulfed him. He wanted to cry out - it took all his control not to. If that was Jimmy wrapped around him – and he suspected it was – the young boy was harboring quite an interesting talent...
That mouth, that tongue – he was being driven mad. And he didn't dare move, or moan, or do anything to release the pressure building inside him...
A delicate nip of the teeth, and he let out his breath in a sharp hiss. He couldn't do this anymore – time to beg. But before he could open his mouth, he heard Sarah speak.
"You can – ah – look, now."
So he opened his eyes, and the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.
Jimmy was, indeed, going down on him, kneeling in front of him, bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. Sarah sat beside him on the bed, legs splayed wide, one hand underneath Jimmy's hips, obviously jerking him off, while the other nestled between her own legs, fingering herself through her clothes...
With a small moan Double D erupted down Jimmy's waiting throat.
And his cry prompted a chain reaction – Jimmy groaned and jerked with release, while Sarah gave a small scream and fell back on the bed.
It was a while before Sarah and Jimmy caught their breaths, and in the time it took for them to do so, Double D had fallen back asleep.