Ok you guys here is chapter 7! Whoohoo! Again since this chapter had to be re-posted so I lost what I previously said about it. Sigh.

Also, make sure to check out my authors note at the bottom for the second half of the disclaimer 'cause I'm not going to spoil it for you by announcing it up top.

First half of disclaimer: Just a reminder I own nothing but the plot to my story and my side characters Casandra and Judy.


Eddward woke the next morning to a beam of sunlight streaming through thick heavy curtains, spilling over his face with a brilliant vengeance. He covered his face with his hands, tossing onto his side to avoid it. Oh how he missed sleeping in a bed. Never again would he take one for granted. With his head cradled in a sea of pillows, Eddward wondered how he would ever get up again. Then he opened his eyes.

Eddward shot straight up, eyes wide and hand clutching the comforter in a death grip. He was in a bed. Not on a bench. A bed. But not just any bed, Kevin's bed. Images of the night before raced through his mind as he frantically grappled with the sheets, catching his ankle and tripping over the edge. Edd landed with a hard thud, pillows falling on him in the process. He whimpered. Oh dear. What have I done?!

Wrestling the dastardly sheets back the sockhead pulled himself together enough to peer at the other side of the bed. It was empty. All that was left as remnants of the night before were the twisted wrinkled sheets and himself, standing naked with a sheet wrapped modestly around him.

Had he… Did he really just…

For whatever reason that Eddward could not fathom the sight of the empty bed hurt him. The thought was ridiculous though. It wasn't like they were exclusive or anything of that nature.

They just met and they just…

We just… fucked.

Oh goodness Eddward what did you do?! He inwardly scolded. You disgusting wretch. You gave yourself to a complete stranger. And for what? A bed to sleep in?!

Eddward grabbed the sides of his head, digging his nails right into his scalp as the weight of what happened finally started to sink in. This was a new low and he was immediately wracked with guilt. His shoulders shook as he was soon overcome by silent sobs, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it just might beat its way out. How could he do this? How could he have allowed himself to fall for such charm? He was filth, the muck of the streets. Nothing but a common whore.

Had it not been for the bed Eddward would have fallen to his knees. He didn't have the strength to hold himself up. The floor is where I belong, he viciously though. With all the other trash.

Every standard he ever set for himself since childhood had been sold for a night of fleeting pleasure. His carnal desires had overridden every bit of sanity that could have preserved his precious innocence. He had let this happen. He should have been stronger. He should have pushed Kevin away when he had the chance. He knew better yet allowed Kevin to cast his charming spell. The chaste flirting had somehow been taken too far. He thought back to everything that built up to that moment and criticized himself for his own stupidity.

The eye contact, the touching, sitting on his lap… Oh what a fool he had been.

Eddward struggled within himself to find some composure. What was done was done. He couldn't take it back, no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he wished he had never met that arrogant, egotistical, son of a-

No. I refused to lower myself this way. It isn't even his fault. How could he have known? I'm better than this.

Why not? A nasty part of his mind chided. You already did. The first kind face you see and you're sucking its dick. You're dirty. Unclean. Filthy, filthy, filthy.

Lounging at the bar in his boxers and bathrobe, Kevin got to work making himself some breakfast. He made quick work of chopping up an onion and several potatoes, coating them in his special blend of spices before dumping it all into a pan of oil. He set the fire to a steady low and clicked on his mother's coffee pot. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker but his mother was practically an addict and insisted buying one for him as a house warming gift. He figured Eddward would appreciate the courtesy and set an empty mug down beside the machine.

He turned on the television for idle background noise as he went about cleaning up the mess they made in the living room. From the couch he spied the finger prints on his otherwise clean sliding glass door. The way Eddward had looked when he was at Kevin's mercy was breath taking. It was hard to forget the look on his face and the feel of his excited cock resting in the palm of his hand. That boy was a temptress in every essence of the word. He may not have realized the sort of power he held over Kevin when things had started to get pretty heated, but the red-head was just as helpless to the passion that inevitably consumed them. Briefly he wondered if this would have some sort of backfire but shoved that thought aside when his doorbell rang. Much to his surprise it was an old friend from high school. His cocky grin wide and wardrobe as flamboyant as ever.

"Bitch why haven't you called me?" Nathan Goldberg huffed, flipping up his sunglasses to scrutinize the red-head.

Kevin raised an unamused brow, leaning into his door frame. His hat had long since been discarded in the hamper and his fiery red hair was now exposed for all to see. Nat rose a finely nit brow while meeting Kevin's hard glare with a saucy one of his own.

"Geeze, you are worse than a woman." Kevin said with a roll of his eyes.

Nathan smirked while propping one hand on his hip. "But I certainly fuck better than one. Don't you agree?"

Kevin growled and grabbed his friend's arm to yank him out of the hall. "Just get inside you fucking weirdo."

Nat stumbled in but easily caught himself. He dusted the imaginary dirt from his clothes and turned his famous shit eating grin on his friend. Seeing that look was never a good sign in Kevin's book. With a cautionary glance at his friend he returned to the kitchen. Nat immediately smelled the scent of fresh brewed coffee and the food cooking on the stove. Nat's face lit up like it was the Fourth of July.

"Oooh making breakfast! Can I join?"

"No." Kevin said firmly while stirring his potatoes.

Nathan pouted. "Oh come on. I wanna meet her." He whined, spreading himself across the counter. "Is she ugly? Was it a drunk fuck?"

Kevin glared over his shoulder, honestly looking for something to throw at him. "Will you just shut up? No it wasn't a drunk fuck you sicko." He inwardly groaned as he dumped the potatoes into a bowl.

Nat sat back up and tucked his chin into his palm. He watched as his friend slaved rather happily over the stove and quirked his brow, a grin slowly tugging at the corner of his lips. Kevin never liked to cook. It was always just out of courtesy to his one night stands. Where Nat was more than happy to kick them to the curb as soon as the sun came up, Kevin took the high road and played the role of a gentleman. Whoever his special guest was certainly had the 'skills' to put a big ol' smile his face, Nat decided.

"So, aren't you going to tell me where you met her?" Nathan began, swirling his finger across the face of the counter. "Or him perhaps?"

Kevin's face took on a light shade of red as he readied the plates. Nat got him right where he wanted.

"It's none of your business dude."

"Oh it is so my business." Nat huffed, slapping his hand to his chest. "I am your best and most loyal friend in the world, therefore, I must know everything about you and your sad sorry sex life."

Kevin narrowed his eyes and dug through his drawers for something to chuck at him; a spoon a knife, a damn corn-on-the-cob skewer at this point. "You know for a best friend you really get on my nerves. And Nat I swear if you make a dirty joke about that I am throwing you off the balcony."

Nathan burst into a fit of laughter. Kevin quickly threw up his hands.

"Shush you fucking moron! He's still sleeping." Kevin hissed.

Nat covered his giggles with his hand. His yellow eyes gleaming with joy. "Sorry Kev but you are just way too easy to tease."

Kevin sighed and threw a hand towel at Nat's face. "Shut up and eat you idiot."

Dumping a generous portion of potatoes onto his plate, Nat reached over to snag two slices of bacon. He nibbled on the hickory smoked delight as he watched his red-headed friend stare absent mindedly at the wall. Nat leaned back. "Come on dude, spill. I know you want to."

Kevin snorted.

"Ok fine don't tell me." Nat wiggled his finger. "But I WILL find out whether you like it or not Mr. Grouchy."

Kevin didn't respond. The irritated crease on his forehead was gone and his eyes had glazed over. It was as if he was in his own little world blocking out everything out.

"E-excuse me Kevin." A soft voice sounded from down the hall.

Nat swiveled around in his chair to spy the source of that voice, his jaw dropping at the sight. This… was not what he was expecting. Oh Kevin you naughty boy!

"My apologies but I cannot seem to locate my clothing or my hat. Could you please- Oh!"

Eddward froze in mid step and gaped at the presence in the kitchen. A man with bright teal hair was sitting at Kevin's kitchen counter, looking back at him questioningly. His face lit up with embarrassment and his hands immediately went to his neck, but honestly, trying to hide them at this point was laughable. The hickies were everywhere. Nat saw every last one of them for the exception for the six on his back. Of course once he turned around those would be seen too. Edd bit his lip between his teeth and took a bashful step back. He all he had on were Kevin's basketball shorts and those were already handing rather low on his hips.

"M-my apologies. I didn't mean to disturb you." His face turned bright pink and he scurried back to Kevin's room, cursing himself the whole way.

Nat slowly spun back around to Kevin who looked like he had finally snapped back to reality. "I'll be right back."

The incredulous look on Nat's face did not falter. "Ohh now you have to spill the beans on this."

Kevin ignored his friend in favor of Edd. He knocked gently on his door before entering, finding said boy staring out his bedroom window. In the window's refection Kevin could see the strain on his face. A dust of pink was on his cheeks and Kevin cursed himself for being so careless. He was probably embarrassed.

"Hey I'm sorry about. Nat's my buddy and he comes around pretty randomly." He said with a grin, strolling over to his closet.

"Where are my clothes?" He didn't turn to face him.

Eddward's tone was soft and inquiring, betraying the turmoil that rumbled deep inside him. The sock head had decided he needed to man up about this and be on his way. No use crying over spilled milk. But he wanted to cry. He wanted to yell and rage at the red-head for seducing him and go against his very demure nature to burn out the flame of disgust. Maybe if he threw a tantrum he wouldn't feel so hollow inside. Maybe if he tore the other man down and hurt him than Eddward wouldn't hurt so much.

Ha! None of that would work. It was laughable.

Only time could heal this sort of pain.

Forcing a smile Eddward stepped away from the window, looking to Kevin when he didn't answer. The man had exited his closet with a fresh pair of pants and a wife-beater and held them out to him.

"I burned them." Kevin smirked. "Well except for the hat. You gotta work for that."

Eddward forced his smile a little wider. "Nonsense. I earned it fair and square." Work for it. Those three words drove like nails into his already beaten heart.

Kevin tossed the clothes in his hand to Edd who caught them awkwardly. "You earned it last night. What about today?"

Again? You are an insatiable monster!

Eddward laughed but the sound was much too low, much too concise for the red-head's liking. He quirked a brow.

"Just give them back and I'll be on my way. No sense in keeping you from your friend over our silly little game."

Silly indeed. Silly stupid Eddward.

The playful look Kevin's face immediately dropped. Something was up. He could see it in the sockhead's frigid stance and the calm collection in his voice. Where was the tease from yesterday? Kevin licked his lips and glanced out his bedroom door to the guest room. Maybe he said something? Or was he much more upset about Nat's presence than he anticipated? Whatever it was he wanted to fix it.

"Kevin,"

The red-head snapped his attention back to the dark haired boy. That smile was… creepy. Cold. Fake, phony, pretend, and every other synonym he could think of. If he knew anything for certain it was that he didn't like that smile. No not one bit.

"My clothes please?" Eddward pressed.

Kevin merely shrugged and walked back out to his kitchen. He had to get away from the dark of his room. He had fully expected to see his bed sheets strung out across the floor like that had been last night, but instead he found the bed made. Not a wrinkle in sight. Even the torn remains of the shirt Kevin had lent him were gone. Not a trace of the sockhead or their dirty deed could be found. Why it bothered him so much eluded the red-head. He expected to find at least something. He supposed a half-naked man willing to clean the bed mess they made was something to be appreciative of. But still. It was the mighty principal of men like him. Take home a trophy and admire all the dirty smudges you made to get there.

Eddward followed Kevin into the kitchen and watched the red-head curiously as he sat at the bar to continue his meal. The teal haired man was nowhere to be seen. On the counter was a note from Nat.

Yo, left you to deal with your dude. Call me or I will castrate you. Hugs and Kisses! –Nat

Kevin snorted and crumbled the note. At least he had some common sense.

Eddward frowned. "Kevin. My clothes." He said a little firmer.

Kevin shrugged. "Ashes."

The sockhead crossed his arms. Trying to look as serious as his tone was implicating was starting to tickle Kevin's funny bone. He bit into a forkful of potatoes to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. He was much too cute for his own good.

"Come now. The game is over. I would like to have them back now."

"Nat's gone." Kevin said with a bored tone. "So don't worry about."

Eddward rolled his eyes. "That is not my concern. What is, is getting to the Salvation Army so that I may obtain some apparel for the up and coming winter season, which, I cannot do if you are holding my clothes hostage."

Kevin coughed to hide his bark of laughter. "I'm not holding anything hostage. Take a look in the trash if you don't believe me."

Eddward eyed him closely but inched towards the stainless steel receptacle none the less. He pressed down on the foot lever and peered inside. His mind went blank. "Oh." Bits of charred and shredded material was sprinkled at the bottom of an otherwise clean trash bag. "You were serious." Eddward's tongue darted out to wet his lip. Well, this was quite the predicament. What sort of lunatic burns another person's clothing?! Ugh. Eddward you have gotten yourself into a fine mess.

"Salvation Army?" Kevin downed some more potatoes, enjoying the garlicky taste that rolled over his tongue. "Oh no. No, no, no. If you're going to be staying here there is no way you're going to be walking around with somebody else's hand-me-downs."

Eddward's brows shot to the top of his head. "Staying? As in here?"

"Where else?" Kevin frowned back.

Eddward inhaled deeply, shaking his head. Oh dear. This situation has surly spun out of control. "Oh no I couldn't."

Kevin set down his fork and picked up his plate. He suddenly didn't feel so hungry. "What about last night?"

Edd ignored the painful jab in his gut. Did he have to bring that up?

"What are you talking about?" Feigning stupidity was so unbecoming of him. Why is he even bothering?

"I'm talking about after the mind blowing sex he had. You remember that much don't you?" Did he not hear his offer? It was possible. He had fallen asleep pretty quickly, mumbling incoherently before passing out like a rock.

Eddward narrowed his eyes by a fraction. It infuriated him that Kevin could talk to openly about it. Just sex. That's all it was. Thoughtless fiery coitus. And here he thought the joining of two people was something to be respected. Well it is time to put the dog out of its misery, he grimly thought. There was absolutely no way he was going to stay here. It out was out the question.

"I see. Well I turn down your offer for residence with the up most respect." Liar. He was shooting him down like Elmer Fudd. "Our… activities… last night warrant no reason for your proposal. You have done enough."

Kevin stood from his seat and dumped his dishes into the sink. When he didn't immediately clean them Eddward stepped up to do it himself, surprising both Kevin and himself. He blushed. "M-my apologies. Another nasty habit of mine."

"Got many of them?" Kevin asked, a grin on his freckled face.

Eddward felt the corners of his lip lifting. "You could say that."

Wait a minute, wasn't Elmer Fudd a terrible shot?


Ya so I would totally not blame you if you threw a brick at me. I can't believe I made an Loony Toons reference!

Anyways I hope you guys liked this chapter. I really wanted to humanize the characters, especially Edd. Lemons in fanfics are so cool and anything can go in them, which is the beauty of it, but I figured why not put a little more reality into it with a change in the aftermath you know? What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Trash it, burn it and never see it again? 'Cause there is more to follow this train wreck so stick around!

Second half of disclaimer:The totally most awesome king of butts belongs to the creative mind of C2ndy2c1d