LeavesofMyself: Here is part 2!
Pairing: Kevin x Eddy
Rating: M
Warnings: PWP, homophobia, sexual harassment, physical violence, mentions of blood, abandonment, and underage drinking.
Eddy held back his growl of pure ire as he left his manager's office, walking over to the hook with his bag and yanking it down. He slung the slightly heavy bag over his back before storming out of the establishment.
Tears of rage stung his eyes as he walked down the sidewalk, his mind registering what just happened.
Eddy had been fired, not because he was bad at his job, and not because he had lost his cool on a customer… No, Eddy lost his job because he continuously turned down his manager's advances.
Ever since he and Kevin had their little spat in his work place, his manager had been slowly hinting at his own attraction at the shorter male. It started off small, a few flirtatious remarks here and there. Those eventually evolved into lewd remarks that left him in an uncomfortable and awkward silence.
But then his manager began to get physical, a light touch here, a lingering hold there. Eddy repeatedly asked his manager to stop, letting him know that he was in a committed relationship. But the advances just kept coming, until his manager cornered him in the restaurant, just out of view of the cameras, an tried to kiss him.
Eddy had used all of his fury to shove the heavier male backwards until he slammed against one of the stations before crumbling to the ground. He had grabbed his things and left in the middle of his shift, not caring of repercussions at that point.
Well, this was it; he was being fired because he had physically assaulted his sexual harasser. He had tried to explain that to the lead manager, but they just showed him the video, which only portrayed his night manager forcibly falling backwards. He, again, pleaded his case as he tried not to physically jump said harasser, who stood in the corner of the office with a smirk on his face. The lead manager was having none of it and immediately let him go.
'Fuck!' Eddy screamed in his mind as he walked down the darkened sidewalk, the sun having long since gone down. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was already behind on his phone payment, having missed about a week of work due to getting sick.
Eddy stormed the several miles back to the junkyard, where he violently threw open the back door of the van, chucking his bag in before slamming the door shut. Eddy stood out in the cool air of the night, pacing back and forth in a huff as he muttered curse after curse under his breath.
"This is such bullshit!" Eddy screamed, his frustration rocketing as he dwelled on what had happened.
"God! Fucking! Damn it!" he raged, his fist pounding into the metallic side of the van, bruising his knuckles in the act.
Eddy leaned against the back of the van as he panted from his rage, grabbing a fistful of hair in each hand and pulling. After several minutes, the young teen was able to calm down enough to climb into the van, locking the doors and throwing himself onto the raggedy mattress that he had been using for just about three months now.
With an irritated huff, Eddy closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep.
Kevin frowned as he tried to resend his message to Eddy's phone again, only to get the same response.
'We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.'
"The fuck…" Kevin muttered as he pulled on a black T-shirt, scurrying from his room and down his steps of his house. His parents weren't home, having disappeared to go hiking, which didn't bother the red head one bit. It was mainly why he was trying to reach Eddy, but he kept getting the same response, which deeply disturbed him.
Deciding to take matters into his own hand, Kevin had decided to go next door to personally check on his younger boyfriend. After slipping on his tennis shoes, the jock exited his house, proceeding across their shared yard to the side door. He knocked several times, calling out Eddy's name but received no response.
His worry deepening, Kevin walked around to the front door, ringing the door bell and waited. After a few minutes, Kevin hammered his fist into the door, hoping that that got a response.
It did.
Kevin listened to the sound of a deadbolt turning, followed by the jiggling of the doorknob as it, too, was unlocked. The door swung open, Eddy's mother filling the doorframe, her face cold as she looked him over.
"Is… uh… is Eddy home?" Kevin asked, watching as the woman's expression darkened, her lips curling up in a sneer.
"He doesn't live here." She said, quickly swinging the door closed but Kevin's hand pushed against it, keeping it from closing.
"What do mean, 'he doesn't live here'?" Kevin asked perplexed, his heart dropping into stomach.
"I mean that little faggot doesn't live here!" the woman hissed, her eyes glaring at Kevin, "He wanted to be a disgusting queer. He wasn't going to be one in this house."
Kevin's eyes widened at the implication, realizing exactly what the plump woman was saying.
"You threw him out?" Kevin whispered, anger seeping through him as he glared back at the woman.
"Damn right! This is a Christian house!" she snarled at him, Kevin's fist balling at his sides as he held his fury in check.
"He's your fucking son!" seethed Kevin, hissing the words through clenched teeth.
"Not anymore," Eddy's mother snarled, finally slamming the door in Kevin's face, the sounds of locks clicking back into place.
Kevin walked away from the house, his mind numb at the knowledge that his boyfriend was homeless, most likely had been for some time.
'Why the hell didn't you tell me, Eddy?' Kevin thought as he raced over to Double D's house, frantically knocking on the door until it opened.
"Do you know where Eddy is?" Kevin questioned desperately as soon as the door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Edd. As soon as the words registered, Double D looked at Kevin as if he had grown another head.
"One would assume he was at his house." Edd deadpanned, like the answer was the most obvious in the world.
"That's just it! He isn't!" Kevin said, the wild look in his eyes causing a bubble of concern to grown in Edd's gut.
"Has he talked to you recently? Told you where he might be?" Kevin said, panic briefly causing his voice to waver. Double D frowned, taking a moment to think back to their conversations and texts, but nothing stood out.
"No," Edd said alarmed as Kevin uttered a loud 'fuck' as he paced the small porch in front of Double D's house, "Kevin, what's going on?"
The red head paused, looking over to one of Eddy's best friends, grief filling his core as he explained what he had just learned, "His parents threw him out."
"What?" Double D said after several seconds of allowing the words to process, "What are you saying?"
Kevin could hear Edd's mortification, the lithe teen bringing a hand up to his mouth in horror.
"Eddy's homeless. He's been living on the streets… for who knows how long!" Kevin ranted as he glared down at his phone, rereading the message over and over again.
"Oh dear!" Double D said as he quickly raced over to his phone, immediately browsing through his texts' history but nothing stood out… nothing exposed Eddy's peril.
"Do you know where he could be?" Kevin pleaded, panic clouding his voice when Edd look at him through a pitied haze.
"No, I don't. I'm sorry, Kevin." Edd said, watching as if the jock's world shattered around him, his despondent eyes turning to stare at the hard concrete.
Eddy woke up in a pool of his own sweat, the interior of the van roasting hot as the sun beat down on the rusty exterior. Eddy groaned as he peeled himself from the thick comforter, pulling off his sweat soaked shirt and pants before tossing them into a corner.
Eddy quickly wiped himself down with the remaining baby wipes, the task much more difficult as he realized the heat had begun to dry the wipes out. Once finished, the young teen pulled on a loose tank top and a baggy pair of basketball shorts.
Eddy unlocked the backdoor of the van, opening both doors as he sat on the edge of the interior, his legs hanging haphazardly over the edge.
Eddy went to check his phone, only to realize that the service had been disconnected, making his phone an expensive paperweight. With a hiss of anger, Eddy chucked the phone into the van, watching as it smacked the back of the driver's seat before plopping down onto the old bed. Eddy ran a hand through his black locks in frustration.
'Fucking damn it… Fuck! Fuck..' Eddy thought, his frustration and anger reaching a boiling point. Eddy quickly leaned back and violently yanked one of the old pillows from the lumpy mattress, pushing his face into it until he felt like he might suffocate, and screamed. Eddy pushed every ounce of pissed off rage into his scream, his lungs burning and vocals raw from the effort. Only to have it all to be absorbed by the flimsy, red pile of feathers and fabric.
He did it several more times when the built-up bitterness became too much to contain. After exhausting himself, Eddy tossed the pillow into the back of the van, not really caring as to where it ended up.
Eddy flopped onto his back, his legs still dangling over the edge of the van. A hefty sigh escaped him as dejected eyes glared up at the peeling ceiling.
He lay there for almost two hours, mind completely wallowing in his own self-pity before he heaved himself upwards. He was hungry and, not having anything readily available, Eddy turned to the interior of the van, his eyes spotting the little tin can that he placed his pathetic savings.
He had $23.71 in the can, some in bills, most in loose change. Eddy quickly rummaged through until he collected enough money to purchase a meal from the closest 7-Eleven.
With money in hand, Eddy set out on his journey to calm his rumbling stomach. It took some time to walk the almost four miles to the station, but he felt it was worth it as he bought himself a ham and cheese sub (value size, of course). He ended up slipping a small bottle of liquor into his loose pockets when the teller wasn't looking. Right now he just wanted to get buzzed… anything to dull his inner monolog of self-loathing, and he didn't care if he broke the law to do so.
Eddy loitered outside the run down 7-Eleven, consuming his meal and sipping his liquor as he watched unknown faces pass him by. He sat there for hours, going back inside to use the restroom and steal another bottle before the owner of the gas station shooed him off his property.
With a grumble, Eddy started back towards the junkyard. He maintained a slightly unsteady gait as he power-walked back to his nightmare. He achieved what he wanted, but it still wasn't enough to stop the onslaught of darkening thoughts, but it did muffle them a bit. For that, he was thankful.
Eddy never saw the silhouette that had begun to follow him, lingering just far enough away to not draw unwanted attention, but close enough to keep pace. He never heard the weighted steps shifting through the gravely road of the junkyard as his senses were dulled and his mind preoccupied.
It wasn't until Eddy made it back to his measly dwelling that he noticed something was off. He turned, eyes surveying the trash piles and junk heaps, but spotted nothing out of the ordinary. Thinking he was simply imagining the sense of dread pooling in his gut, Eddy turned, ready to walk the few more feet to the vehicle only for him to stop, a silhouette of an unknown figure blocking his path.
'The fuck…' the young teen thought as he froze in place, his bleary eyes glaring at the figure in front of him.
"The hell do you want?" Eddy grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his shorts. When the figure said nothing in return and proceeded to stand there in a thick silence, eddy took a cautionary step back. Even with his senses dulled from the alcohol he consumed, he could tell something was terribly wrong.
"Fuck off ya fucking creep." Eddy hissed, eyes not leaving the looming figure. It was definitely a man, had to be from the sheer size of that silhouetted frame. He was both large and tall, easily intimidating in presence alone. Eddy couldn't make out any features on the silent man, his face a blackened shadow from the hood pulled over his face. The man's large hands were hanging at his sides, his fingers twitching every now and then.
Eddy frowned, blue eyes looking around him until he found a small, mangled piece of metal. He picked it up and chucked it at the van, the metal clanging off the side, just to the left of the unknown male. Eddy wasn't trying to hit him… He was just trying to get the man to move.
He didn't. Instead, the figure reached into one of the pockets of his oversized jacket and pulled out something that gleamed in the moonlight. A chill ran up Eddy's frame as he took another step back, adrenaline and panic thumping through his veins.
"Hey," Eddy said as he raised his hands, trying to demonstrate he wasn't a threat, "I don't have any money, okay. I'm homeless and I've got nothin' for ya."
The figure remained silent, the gleaming metal catching Eddy's undivided attention as the stranger shifted his hand.
"Ya want the van? Fine, have it. I'll just go somewhere else." Eddy said, taking a step back and then another. When the figure neither moved nor spoke, Eddy took his eyes off the man, body stumbling to walk away.
It was a terrible error. As soon as Eddy's body shifted to leave, the large figure charged, running full hilt towards Eddy, who went to run but stumbled over his own feet. Just as he was able to right himself, Eddy felt the brunt force of the figure slam into his own, smaller frame. Eddy slammed into the ground a few feet away from his attacker, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as the graveled dirt scraped across his exposed skin.
"Fuck!" Eddy moaned as he sat up, blue eyes immediately locking onto the figure. The man stormed forward as Eddy scrambled backwards. The man grabbed Eddy by one of his feet, yanking the young male towards him. Eddy's flailing hands reached for purchase against anything he could, his hands only finding trash. Just when Eddy lost hope, his right hand managed to grab onto something wooden, and, not looking to see what it was, Eddy swung it as hard as he could, slamming the object against the side of his attacker's skull.
Eddy heard the man mumble curses in a rough voice as he fell to the side from the impact. Not wasting time, Eddy hurried to his feet, stumbling forward a few steps before righting his balance. He sprinted forward, already hearing his assailant's footsteps thundering after him.
'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Eddy panicked, his small frame weaving around towering piles of trash. His lungs burned as fearful tears stung his eyes, hearing the man closing in on him.
Eddy felt the man's fingers grip a handful of his shirt, yanking it backwards with enough force that Eddy's frame followed. The young teen gave a small grunt as he, once again, slammed into the ground. As the man stalked towards him, Eddy found himself defenseless, nothing around him but loose dirt and gravel.
Just as the man reached him, his towering frame leaning down above Eddy, one hand outstretched to grab the young teen, Eddy gathered a fistful of dirt and shoved into the man's face. The man snarled as he wiped the filth away, eyed watering as some of the dirt irritated his corneas.
Eddy had managed to pull away from his assailant once more, his small frame rushing around the disoriented figure as he ran towards his old cul-de-sac. He never made it far as he was body slammed into the gravel, a heavy frame settling above his own.
"Get off me!" Eddy screamed as he tried to shimmy out from under the pressing weight. The duo wrestled in the dirt, Eddy using every ounce of strength to fight off his attacker, but to no avail.
"Fuck off!" Eddy wailed as he blinding kicked out one of his feet, his foot connecting solidly with the man's knee, drawing a sharp breath from the figure.
"Let me go!" Eddy continued to scream, his hands weakly pummeling the other figure as they climbed above him. Sensing his impending doom, Eddy screamed as loud as he could, his adrenaline and fear feeding his instincts.
It wasn't until a large, bowie knife stabbed deep into the earth beside him that he fell quiet, body trembling as tears slid down his cheeks.
Kevin had spent his entire afternoon driving around, looking everywhere for Eddy. Double D had gone with him, if only to provide sound logic to Kevin's frantic emotions. They didn't find him; the small male no more than an enigma. Even after checking Eddy's place of work, which they found out was his now former employer, they found zero clues on the whereabouts of the young teen.
As night fell, Kevin had solemnly driven back to his house, defeat weighing heavily on his heart. That's were the two were now, lingering in Kevin's driveway, just outside of the jock's vehicle.
Double D jumped as Kevin slammed a fist down into the metal of his car's exterior, the muscled frame tense with apprehension.
"Fuck!" Kevin yelled as he beat his fist into the car once more. Edd had hesitantly place a hand on the jock's shoulder in a semblance of comfort.
"How did I not know?" Kevin brokenly whispered to his silent companion.
"None of us could have predicted this, Kevin." Edd said sympathetically, his own inner voice berating him for not noticing his friend's peril.
"But I'm his fucking boyfriend," Kevin mockingly laugh, a snort of resentment escaping him as he glared down at the concrete beneath his feet.
"While true, you know how Eddy is. He prefers to keep things close to his chest, especially if it's something he's embarrassed by." Double D said, his arms crossing against his chest as his own eyes stared downcast at the ground.
"I'm his boyfriend!" Kevin loudly reiterated, wild green eyes turning to stare Double D down, "He should be able to talk to me! About everything!"
"This is Eddy," Double D pleaded, "He hides behind a mask of bravado to keep others from seeing him weak."
Kevin heaved a large sigh, his body sinking to sit with his back pressed against his car's door, his eyes staring out into the darkened night. Calloused hands came up to grip his own hair tightly, knees coming up as he sat in a defeated position. Double D kneeled down, lingering close to the jock as he heard the red head give a few soft sniffles, tears undoubtedly gathered in his eyes.
"We'll find him," Double D said confidently, even as doubt lingered ever persistently in his own mind.
They fell into an uncertain silence before a piercing scream echoed through their cul-de-sac. Kevin's raised his head, red-rimmed eyes looking in the direction the sound had come from. Double D shot up, his own head swiveled in the direction of the scream.
"That almost sounded like a scream," Edd whispered, his large eyes staring off into the distance.
"Yeah, but… from where?" Kevin said as he stood, his hands dusting off his jeans.
Edd's face was pulled into a thoughtful frown as he mentally surveyed the land beyond the veil of blackness.
"Well, in that direction there's the junkyard…" Double D whispered to himself, before his eyes lit up and he mentally smacked himself, "The junkyard!"
Double D had turned frantic, his arms excitedly pointing in the direction of his former hangout. Kevin stared at the other teen in confusion as the lithe frame kept jabbing a finger in the opposite direction.
"English Double Dweeb." Kevin muttered, slightly annoyed by the younger teen's excitable movements.
"The junkyard!" Edd screamed again, this time grabbing Kevin by a forearm and tugging, "We had a hangout in the junkyard! An old van!"
Kevin perked up as he finally under what Edd had been trying to convey, "You think he's there?"
Kevin began a quick pace across the cul-de-sac, he and Double D quickly slipping through their neighbors' yards and over to the thick horde of trees.
"Has to be! It had a bed and everything!" Double D shouted behind him as he tried to keep up with the jock. Edd smacked into the back of Kevin as the jock stopped, his worried green eyes looking at him for a moment.
"Then that scream…. Fuck! Eddy!" Kevin whispered mortified before he took off, sprinting through the cluster of trees and disappearing into the night. Edd worried his bottom lip for a moment before chasing after the jock.
Eddy's wide blue eyes were filled with terror as he stared up at the looming figure. Panicked breaths left him as he trembled below the man who had pulled his knife from the soft dirt, running it's edge across Eddy's skin.
The man made no sound, simply relishing in the young teen's horror as he drew the blade down Eddy's tear-stained cheek. The man dragged the tip of the blade down Eddy's chest before cutting the teen's shirt from his body; the man's knife gliding through the fabric like butter.
Eddy let out a pathetic whimper, tears slipping down his cheeks as the man above him drew blade across his naked chest, the sharp point digging into his supple flesh every now and then.
"Let me go," Eddy pleaded, his terrified eyes watching that knife create crisscrossing shallow cuts in his skin, bright blood seeping to the surface sporadically. The attacker remained silent as he pressed the cold, steel blade into Eddy's flesh a little harder, causing deeper marks to appear, blood oozing out. Eddy let out a pained sob as the knife was dragged from one end of his chest to the other, the cut still superficial, but already much deeper than the others.
"Please, let me go." Eddy whispered again, sheer desperation in his voice. Eddy panicked further when the tip of the man's knife traced an invisible pattern on his lower abdomen, just above his waistline. The man drew the knife quickly across Eddy's abdomen, droplets of blood sprouting from the wound.
"Please… please…" Eddy continued to whimper, pained noises leaving him every few seconds as his assailant sliced his flesh, each new cut sending beads of blood to the surface.
"Please!" Eddy's voice cracked with his misery, voice reaching a new pitch as the man leaned down and traced each new cut with his tongue, seemingly getting off on the taste of Eddy's coppery blood.
"Please! Please, please, please…" Eddy sobbed as the man drew deeper lines across his exposed flesh, blood beginning to shallowly pool in some spots. Eddy's attacker slurped one of these pools with a pleased moan that sent a putrid shiver up Eddy's spine.
'I'm gonna die,' Eddy thought despairingly, pleading eyes watching the man make cut after cut in his skin, occasionally licking up the spilled blood like it was an offering.
"I don't want to die," Eddy continued to sob, his voice hitching with each new slice into his flesh, "Just let me go… I won't tell anybody."
The man ignored his pleas, instead dragged the sharp blade across Eddy's side, the cut much deeper than the others, causing Eddy to cry out in pain. Blood oozed from the wound, soaking into the dirt beside Eddy.
"Ow! Ow… stop! Please stop!" Eddy cried out, his smaller frame twisting this way and that, trying to desperately pull himself out from his attacker. The man said nothing, but gave Eddy a cruel grin as he licked his blade clean.
The man sat firmly on Eddy's frame, using his own weight to keep the young teen from moving. He slowly brought the knife up to Eddy's throat, lightly dragging the tip of the blade across sensitive skin. Eddy's breathing panicked further, the young teen barely swallowing down air.
"No, no, no, no, no, no…" Eddy chanted in hysteria, his body trembling uncontrollably underneath his assailant.
"Help! Please!" Eddy screamed as he watched the man pull the knife back, readying it to plunge into his body, "Someone help!"
Eddy squeezed his eyes closed as he clenched his teeth, body tensing up in preparation for the stab as the knife came down.
Eddy felt the weight above him shift violently just as he heard his attacker let out a huff, before the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.
"Get the fuck off him!" Eddy heard someone yell in rage, a slight sense of relief flooding him as Eddy thought he recognized that voice.
'Kevin?' Eddy thought as he dared to peak open one blue eye. A sob of relief left as he saw that it was, indeed, his older boyfriend.
Kevin had tackled his assailant off of Eddy, the older teen landing next to the unidentified man. Kevin quickly sprang to his knees, hovering above the figure as he delivered punishing blow after blow, the man grunting from the impacts.
Eddy nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt hands on him, ready to scream before he recognized the face.
"Edd?" Eddy whispered as if he feared his friend was a mere illusion. Eddy sat up, his wide eyes still gleaming with tears as Double D kneeled beside him, panting heavily as his hands lightly grasped Eddy's frame to steady him.
"Dear God! Eddy, are you alright?" Double D said as he used his phone flashlight to inspect the smaller teen's wounds. The teen said nothing as he turned petrified eyes towards the jock, watching as the older teen viciously beat his assailant.
"Stop…" Eddy whispered, afraid that Kevin would cross a line he could not come back from. When the red head continued, Eddy pulled away from Double D, lunging towards Kevin as he grabbed tightly onto the jock's fist.
"Stop, Kevin!" Eddy said desperately as he held onto Kevin's raised fist, the older teen panting hard from his exertion, "Just stop."
Kevin heaved a few more angry huffs before he turned around to face Eddy, his rage-induced haze lifting as he looked over the young teen.
"Fuck… Eddy," Kevin whispered as his wide eyes gathered with un-shed tears, green eyes gazing in abhorrence at his lover's wounds.
"Just get me outta here." Eddy whispered, his voice trembling as he continued to shake from the fear pumping through his veins.
Kevin said nothing as he helped Eddy stand, stabilizing him with one arm gripping Eddy's bicep. Double D assisted, getting into the same position on his other side. Carefully, the two helped Eddy stumble away from his hell, neither willing to let go until Eddy was safely in the confines of Kevin's home.
"Ow, fuck…" Eddy whispered as Double D gently cleaned off the worst of his wounds, the deep slash on his side. Kevin stood just behind Edd, scrutinizing him as he worked; he hadn't said a word in the almost hour they had been back inside his house.
"Sorry, Eddy." Double D said as he wiped away the dried blood, eyes inspecting the gash underneath.
"You may want to consider visiting the emergency room," Edd started as he continued to clean Eddy's various wounds.
"No!" Eddy vehemently denied, shaking his head as he hissed again from the unintentional pain.
"But Eddy, some of you wounds need medical-"
"I said no, Sockhead!" Eddy interrupted his friend, watching as a deep frown pulled over the other's lips, "No hospitals."
Edd said nothing as he finished cleaning the wounds, standing once he was finished. The trio said nothing for a few moments before Kevin stepped forward, placing himself between Edd and Eddy.
"You can go now." The red head whispered in a tight voice. Edd looked like he wanted to protest but a sharp glare from the jock sent him scurrying from the room.
Kevin kneeled down in front of Eddy, who sat quietly on Kevin's bed, blue eyes glancing back and forth from his lover to the ground.
"Kevin… I…" Eddy started but was silenced when Kevin pressed his lips into Eddy's, pouring every ounce of his passion and love into the brief kiss. When Kevin pulled away, he gently rest his forehead against Eddy's, green eyes peering into blue as they misted over.
"I was so afraid," Kevin whispered into the air between them, his voice hitching as he fought back tears, "I didn't think I was gonna make it."
Eddy felt his own tears trailing down his cheeks as he pecked Kevin on the lips again, "But you did. I'm here, babe; I'm alive because of you."
It was at these words that Kevin broke down, pulling Eddy to him as he swallowed down sobs threatening to escape him. They held onto to each other, each afraid to let go of the other go for their own reasons. Eddy wiped his own tears away as he listened to his older boyfriend cry on his shoulder.
When they finally pulled apart, each wiping away the last of their tears, Eddy gently reached down and gripped Kevin's bruised and cracked hand gently, bringing the appendage to lips in a soft kiss. Kevin smiled softly as Eddy did so, pulling the other too him for another gentle kiss.
The older teen finally stood and absentmindedly grabbed whatever shirt was closest to him, offering the article of clothing to Eddy. The smaller teen thanked him as he pulled on the grey T-shirt, pausing briefly to breath in the scent of his boyfriend that clung to the clothing.
The duo laid down in Kevin's bed, tucked safely under the covers. Eddy lay on his side, facing Kevin, his hands curled up into the jock's chest. Kevin lay facing Eddy, his own arms wrapped tightly around the lover's smaller frame, pulling the young teen into a strong embrace.
They both fell into slumber, Eddy occasionally waking from a night terror. Kevin would hush him and hold him until his breathing evened out, whispering endearing nothings in an attempt to lull the smaller teen back to sleep.
LeavesofMyself: Part 2 is done! Yay! I was going to take it further, but I thought I would save some of the material for future chapters. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!