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When the redhead opened the door, he was still wearing the tshirt and had a piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth. And Edd couldn’t help himself. Pulling the taller down to his height by his chin, he stood on tip toe and took a bite. And when his blue eyes fluttered closed as he hummed his delight, Kevin grinned as he took the slice out of pizza out of his mouth.

“You like?,” Kevin smirked as he stepped aside to let Edd into the room and then closed the door.

Edd just nodded. Sausage and pepperoni with extra mushrooms was his fave.

“Hey!,” Edd protested as Kevin went to take a bite off the slice he had just bitten into.

“What?”

“That’s my slice!”

“Come and get it,” Kevin laughed as he put the slice back in his mouth and crossed his arms across his chest.

A look of determination crossed Edd’s features and he stormed over to the redhead, shoved him in his desk chair, straddled him and took the biggest bite off the slice as he could. When Kevin’s jaw dropped at his actions, he scooped the rest of the slice up and danced over to the bed, before collapsing on it and squealing in victory.

Kevin just rolled his eyes before grabbing another slice and a soda out of his mini fridge.

“Coke?”

“Got any grape Fanta?,” Edd asked as he rolled over to his stomach to look into the fridge.

“You get the last one, Dork,” Kevin said as he tossed the soda to Edd.

“Yay me!,” Edd squealed as he cracked open the soda and chugged a bit of it down before setting it on a small table next to the bed.

“Anyways, I need you to quiz me,” Kevin said as he slid onto the bed in front of Edd.

“For?”

“My biology test tomorrow,” Kevin sighed.

Biology was the redhead’s toughest subject, he had put it off until now because he didn’t want to take it his freshman or sophomore year, but didn’t want to take it his senior year, either. Edd was already on his sixth class as he was studying premed. Biology came easy to him. And looking at that shirt gave him an idea.

“What section are you guys covering?,” Edd asked as he picked his mushrooms off his pizza.

Every bite he took was closely monitored by lustful green eyes.

“Uh, anatomy. You know I don’t understand Latin! Why can’t I just put it all down in English?”

“Heh. I once labeled my midterm in French because I was so tired and had just taken my French midterm.”

“I remember that!,” Kevin laughed. “It was like your first C because you still got everything else right, but you labeled the body wrong.”

“Please tell me you don’t have your Spanish test before this one!,” Edd pleaded.

“Naw,” Kevin grinned. “That’s not til next week.”

“Alright,” Edd said as he hook shot his pizza crush into the trash can across the room and stuck his tongue out in victory for making it, missing Kevin’s lustful whine. “Think of it this way, you call them leg rests, they’re really trapezius,” he said as he grazed his hands across Kevin’s shoulders.

Kevin leaned over, grabbed his waist, tugged him close and whispered as his hands gripped Edd’s ass, “What about this?”

“Gluteus maximus.”

Kevin snickered and Edd gave him a smirk.

And as Kevin’s hands ran up his sides, Edd froze. They’d never gone this far before. A hug here, a hand squeeze there, the occasional ass slap and all kinds of snarky comments. When the redhead placed his phalanges on his trapezius, Edd gave them a squeeze and they both had a giggle.

“You get it now?,” Edd asked with a small smile.

“Kinda,” Kevin said absentmindedly.

Then he ran his hands down Edd’s thighs. When he got to his knees, Edd sucked in a breath and when Kevin caught the look of anticipation and slight fear of rejection in Edd’s baby blues, he threw out the question that had been running a marathon in his head since they ran into each other on the quad that afternoon.

“Care to put these tibias over my trapezius?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Edd whispered in relief as he tugged Kevin towards him, fell back on the bed and threw his legs over the redhead’s strong shoulders.

Unlike every other first kiss they had ever had, this one was gentle, but there was a sense of urgency in it as well. A need. They were beyond desire at this point.

He had to have him.

And for a moment, he did. But Edd knew that things were gonna get hot and heavy. He could feel the heat radiating off Kevin’s back as he gripped the shirt and moaned because the redhead had found the spot in his clavicle that would turn him into a moaning mess.

“That shirt needs to go,” Edd said as he reluctantly leaned away from Kevin’s open mouthed kisses.

“What?,” Kevin said as he pulled away, a sincere pout on his Adonis like face and rejection in his emerald eyes. “I thought you liked it.”

“I don’t need a shirt to tell me where my legs go. Take. It. Off.”

Kevin quickly sat up and ripped the shirt off with one hand. Edd sat up on his elbows, with his jaw dropped in awe.

“Jesus, Kevin,” he whispered as he ran a hand down  Kevin’s torso. When he got to his abs, his hand started to shake as his fingers grazed each muscle. The ravenette looked up at the jock and whispered, “How?!”

Kevin just shrugged and gave him a smirk.

“You’re gonna be a doctor. You tell me,” Kevin said as leaned  over him again, tossed his legs over his shoulders and attacked his neck again.

And Edd sang as he ran a perfectly manicured hand down Kevin’s back. The slight tinge of pain from Edd’s nails turned the redhead on so he just bit down harder.

One floor up, Nat ripped his earbuds from his ears.

“James, did you hear that?,”  he asked Rave.

The actor didn’t even look up from his laptop as he replied.

“The whole fucking building heard that.”

“What time is it?,” Nat asked frantically as he looked around from his phone that was in his hand.

“715.”

“Oh. My. God.”

Rave looked up at his boyfriend and sighed. He knew that tone. Realization was hitting Nathan like a ton of bricks and he was getting ideas as to what he should do next. He gave him his usual warning look, but Nat just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Alright,” Rave said as he shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”

“You’re still singing Chaka Khan’s Through The Fire for me right?,” Nat giggled as he opened his Twitter feed.

“And Ang is down for Amazing Grace. We’re sprinkling your ashes on the stage at Adam’s Apple and releasing a thousand doves at St Mary’s Cathedral. Now, hush. I want to finish this before How To Get Away With Murder comes on,” Rave said with a disinterested sigh. He was not going to be party to Nat’s shenanigans tonight.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Nat opened his Twitter app and started tapping away at his keyboard.

King Of Ass: Hey BarrMan12. DUDE EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU

Five seconds later, a high roar of laughter echoed from across the hall and even Rave snickered as a high cry of Kevin’s name echoed through the building.

King Of Ass: YOU GO MAN

King Of Ass: Holy fuck dude. I JUST REMEMBERED THAT DD WAS IN CHOIR. WHAT AN EXCELLENT VOICE RANGE.

Again, from across the hall, a high pitched  giggle was heard as Edd screamed in what sounded like sheer fucking ecstasy.

King Of Ass: ASHLEY J YOU CAN’T TOP THIS

AshleyJ: Well neither can Edd

PrincessAng03: Why should he when he’s apparently an expert at hitting all the notes you can’t?

ChickensDigMe04: Why’s DrDD42 singing?

KingOScams05: Somebody make sure he gets blueberry donuts in the morning

King of Ass: What? No long johns? Shame.

KingOScams05: TRUST ME ON THIS YOU GREEN LOON.

Nazzarie: BarrMan12 YOU OWE ME $20 AND DINNER!

IndigoGurl: It’s about fucking time.

AndTheTonyGoes2Me: Time Til Fucking: FIVE FUCKING YEARS. Time of Fucking: 715. 15mins? Damn y’all move FAST.

And for forty-five minutes the tweets and subtweets flew across their friends timelines. But in the moment, Kevin and Edd didn’t care. That first high note, was like rain in the thirsty desert that was Kevin’s soul. For years their friendship deepened and grew, but they just couldn’t get here because…of the damn past. Kevin had wanted to put it behind them since junior year of high school, especially after Edd’s first boyfriend broke his heart. Kevin only heard it from Eddy as no one but the other Eds had met the guy, as he lived in the city and didn’t come to Peach Creek except to see Edd, but the tall, brooding bad ass was Edd’s cup of tea. And could also brew one. Then he moved across the state. And Edd was devastated. But the genius got a certain kind of confidence about himself in that time that Kevin was just enthralled by. And so was Jeremy Williams, Edd’s next boyfriend. To Edd, he was just JerBear. But he called Edd his Wildcat. And now Kevin knew why.

As he yanked Edd’s button up from his jeans and stuffed it into his neck so he could taste more of the pale skin that he had been itching to mark himself for years, the scholar arched his back as he ran a hand through Kevin’s hair and held him just a touch longer at each kiss point. But when he got to his belly button, Edd shoved him away so he could undo his pants. And Kevin just sat back on his knees and watched him yank the skin hugging jeans down. The redhead couldn’t help but crack a grin as he saw that for Edd the answer to the argument over boxers or briefs was boyshorts. And this pair was red. Kevin might as well have been a bull in the ring.

But Edd wasn’t done.

Sitting up, he started to kick the jeans off and Kevin sprang into action to help him pull them off, socks with them. And as soon as he was pantsless, Edd jumped to knock Kevin on his back and straddle him. He slowly undid the cuffs of his button down and then the shirt itself. And as soon as he shrugged it off, he threw it in Kevin’s face.

“What was that foooor?,” Kevin said as he went to take the shirt off his face and was greeted with Edd tugging off a black tank top, the contrast of the dark fabric and his pale skin setting all his phasers to stun and Kevin shut up, his eyes going wide as the ravenette tossed it across the room.

But the lustful look in his blue eyes faded into sheer vulnerability as a hand tugged tugged off his beanie. Kevin laid back in awe as inky black curls tumbled out to frame his face. And suddenly, Kevin understood why Ang called Edd, Baby Love. He always had a bit of a baby face, but he was now completely exposed. Big blue eyes, full lips in a needy pout, his whole face was flushed pink but his cheeks were the cutest shade of red Kevin had ever seen.

He never wanted to stop seeing it.

But all that hair just set it all off. As he sat up, Edd shuddered as Kevin’s torso touched his own and he outright purred when Kevin ran his hand through his hair. Edd’s hair felt like silk and smelled like blueberries.

Kevin gripped Edd’s hair tight and tugged him in for a searing kiss. Edd held onto him to keep from floating away, but he moaned and went limp when Kevin laid him back down on the bed again. Each kiss to his body got a moan, every bite a whine. When Kevin’s fingertips grazed the tips of his boyshorts, yearning blue met needy green and mere seconds later, Edd found out Kevin didn’t have a gag reflex and the building found out Edd could sing Alto II.

And as Kevin give Edd’s cock the long, hard suck that was his release button, the brilliant one moaned out two words that would become Kevin’s favorite phrase ever.

“Oh, Kevin.”

Watching him fall apart was a turn on, but something Kevin wanted to keep to himself. For forever. One hand was gripped tight in Kevin’s hair, the other up over his head as he tossed his head back and forth, his curls flying. He was innocence. He was grace. And he had the most beautiful O-face Kevin had ever seen. His mouth was rounded into a perfect O, that gap in his teeth giving him an adorkable, innocent air, blue eyes gone dark with lust, his pupils blown wide to take everything in, his whole face flushed a beautiful shade of red, the apples of his cheeks scarlet. His back was arched and as he let himself go, a sense of relief fell over them both but Kevin had never seen someone look so blissed out before.

And he wanted more.

When Kevin finally pulled off of him, he asked, “What’s your recovery time?”

Edd turned a weary, heavy head towards him and cracked a grin.

“From that? About five minutes. Why?”

Kevin just smirked as he scooped Edd up with one hand and threw the covers back with the other. Once he laid him down, he pulled him close and said, “You’ll find out in about five minutes.”

It only took about two minutes because each touch and kiss brought Edd from blissed out to turned on in what felt like no time at all.

Having discussed so much about their love lives with each other, considering their preferences were towards each other, Kevin knew Edd liked to be slowly brought around, but like his ex, Thomas Matthews, once he was brought around, take him. Hard. Unlike Big Tommy, Kevin found that Edd could give back as much as he took.

Kevin was going to lose the deposit on his dorm room this year from having to keep up with Edd. Each thrust was matched and the headboard to the bed scraped the paint down to the concrete.

And then Kevin and Edd found out the secrets that Michael Simmons and Jason Lucius swore they’d take to their graves. Thankfully, Nat and Ang swore the building into secrecy as well. Money talks, and such.

A shift in Edd’s hips as he thrust back harder to get the friction out of Kevin he needed, made Kevin hit his prostate. Hard.

“Oh, gawd. Yaasss, Daddy. Right there! Do that again,” Edd pleaded as he arched his back with yoga like precision and slammed his hips into Kevin’s groin as hard has he could.

Kevin gripped his hips and internally screamed at himself to hold on. But only half of that message left his lips and it was odd, but Edd learned to work with it and knew it was to his advantage.

“FUCK, KEVIN!”

Edd snickered.

“I AM!”

“Uhhh.”

Edd tried to bite back a giggle and failed so hard.

Pleading green met sweet blue.

“I am.”

“You are.”

A sweet kiss.

A hip roll, and Edd’s singing Soprano III, falsetto.

“Oh, Edd,” Kevin groaned into Edd’s ear.

Edd held on tight and whined with need as his body tensed up with each thrust of Kevin’s hips into his ass.

“Kevin.”

“Yeah?”

“Baby, please.”

He called him, ‘Baby.’

The pleading look in Edd’s eyes was begging Kevin for relief. And for more than this one night.

Kevin would give him all he asked for and more.

Holding his forehead against Edd’s, which forced Edd’s pleading blue eyes to look into his intense green that spoke of everything tumbling in his heart and soul at the moment, he ran a hand through Edd’s hair and the other down the plane of this torso before gripping his cock and thrusting it in time with his hips.

The intense gaze, the hand in his hair and down his body, the grip on his manhood, Edd’s gone.

He let loose a high cry of Kevin’s name as his orgasm shot through him like a lightning bolt. But where there is lightning, there is thunder. And the thunderous groan of his own name in his ear made him smile like nothing else had ever had before.

After a good minute of trying to pull themselves together and ignore all of the damn cheering from the room above, Kevin lifted his head and was greeted with a wide Edd smile. He’d seen that smile before, but not that light in his eyes. And the sparks he had for Edd were set aflame by that light.

Kevin gently kissed him as he pulled out and Edd’s whole body shook with relief.

“You okay?,” Kevin asked, green eyes now glinting with concern.

Edd just waved him off.

“I fine.”

“I’ll say,” Kevin snickered

“Doooon’t,” Edd said sheepishly as he blushed.

“Too late,” Kevin smiled as he sat up and kissed his nose. “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Uhh…”

“What?,” Kevin asked as he grabbed a couple of tissues off his desk after he threw the condom away and started to wipe Edd’s stomach off.

“Well, I…”

“Dude, I know you have at least a change of boxers and a toothbrush in that bag.”

“HOW?!”

Kevin gave him an incredulous look.

“Dude, you’re you. If you didn’t, I’d actually be worried, but I know I’m right, so I’m not.”

“Still, Kevin,” Edd said as he sat up.

Kevin just shrugged.

“You’re the one who’s always prepared.”

Edd blushed furiously and Kevin outright laughed as he drug him out of the bed and into a much needed shower.

That night, Kevin ran a load of laundry to wash the shirt while Edd looked over his biology homework and finished up his own literature paper. A kiss of approval was given for the lit paper and a promise that the shirt would be Edd’s whenever he came over and for every correct answer Kevin got to Edd’s questions for his biology test, he got a kiss and date plans.

And that night, they shared a secret only their friends knew. They were cuddlers. To be wrapped up in the other was to be under a blanket of comfort and peace. Security. Here, wrapped up in him, he was where he needed to be all along.

The next morning, they were awakened by a couple of soft knocks and a lot of giggling. A groggy Kevin was greeted by Ang holding a bag from the coffee place a block away from the dorm and a cupholder with two to go cups, one coffee and the other a green tea Kevin had seen Edd drink before.

“Here,” she smiled as she shoved the bag and cupholder towards him.

“Thanks?,” he muttered.

“Also,” she grinned as she held up a finger, pulled her phone out of her back pocket, unlocked it, unplugged the earbuds and said “Speak!,” after she hit the Speaker button on the call.

Kevin’s eyes went wide when he saw whose name was on the phone’s screen.

Eddy

“Alright, he likes blueberry donuts the morning after,” Eddy said.

“Oh, no,” Edd muttered as he slowly sat up, very awake and suddenly very aware of what had transpired between he and Kevin.

“Yo, Sockhead! I got ya donuts. And Barr, I swear to fucking God, if you ever hurt him you’ll be taking my foot up your ass. Got it?!”

“EDDY!,” the smart Ed yelled from the bed before throwing himself back into it and burrowing under the covers as his best friend scoffed in laughter at him.

“I’m dead serious, too. Take care of him, Kevin. I’m out!”

And with that, Eddy ended the call and Angela gave a wave as she skipped away.

Kevin closed the door, put their breakfast  on his desk, took out the cup of tea and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

Poking at the lump that was Edd underneath a pile of sheets and blankets, he said, “I got you tea.”

“Is it Earl Grey?,” the lump asked.

Kevin looked at the tag that was hanging outside of the cup and said, “Yeah.”

The lump sighed before revealing itself to be Edd. But he looked dazed and confused.

“What’s up?,” Kevin asked as he handed him his tea.

“How would Eddy know to bring me donuts?,” Edd asked softly.

Then the alarms on both of their phones went off. Edd’s was in his bag next to Kevin’s desk, while Kevin’s was on his dresser. Kevin grabbed both phones and his eyes went wide as he took in his Notifications screen.

At least 50 tweets from their friends looked back at him.

“Oh, God…”

“What?,” Edd asked pensively.

Kevin just handed him his phone and sighed as he unlocked his phone and opened his Twitter app.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. NO!,” Edd yelled as his thumb quickly scrolled across his screen.

Nat’s imitation of the KoolAid Man’s, “OH YEAH!,” echoed from upstairs and Edd looked like he was about to cry.

Kevin came and sat next to him, took his phone from him and pulled him into a cuddle.

“Oh, God,” the ravenette whispered.

“Yeah.”

Edd cuddled closer and asked, “What are we gonna do?”

Then both of their phones went off again. But it was a text from Ang.

Ang: Money talks and bullshit walks. 

It was a simple text, but it was one the boys had gotten a few times over the years. A payoff had occurred and there was no more need to worry about the issue at hand anymore. In this case, it meant she and Nat had paid everyone that would know about their hook up to not talk about it.

Edd sighed in relief and looked up at Kevin. The night before had been amazing, they still needed to talk.

“We still on for lunch?,” Kevin asked.

Edd nodded. But there was still a sense of pensiveness in his eyes.

“Hey, now. Daddy can’t have his baby boy all pouty on such a nice day,” Kevin whispered into his ear.

Edd squeaked, but grinned when Kevin cocked a knowing brow at him.

“Sorry, Daddy,” he said sweetly.

“S’okay. But keep it up and I won’t be so nice next time.”

Edd’s grin could of cracked the sky, but Kevin just shook his head.

“You are one kinky mother fucker, dude.”

Edd raised both brows.

“Kevin.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Yeah. Your own damn name.”

“You liked it.”

“…”

“SEE!”

Edd groaned as he stood up, went to the desk and opened the pizza box.

“Get me a slice, too,” Kevin sighed.

Edd grabbed a paper towel, piled up a few slices of pizza, went back to the bed, got wrapped up in a blanket cocoon and got fed pizza and doughnuts. Daddy always takes care of his Baby Boy.

But what made it all official was a simple kiss goodbye in front of the math building. Arms around waists, sweet pecks to eager lips, goodbyes muttered but neither made the effort to go.

When Edd’s phone buzzed with an alarm warning him that he had five minutes to get to class, he reluctantly took a step back way from the tall redhead and said, “We’ve got five minutes.”

“It took me five years to get here, Edd. I ain’t going nowhere,” Kevin said as he crossed his arms and stared down at him the shorter scholar.

Edd sighed with a small smile. Stepping back into Kevin’s space he stood on tip toe and whispered, “Me, either.”

Kevin’s eyes went wide at Edd’s tone. Then he looked in his eyes. There was some pensiveness, but even more need for them to be more. A more that Kevin has needed for far too long.

“You mean it?”

Edd nodded.

And as the student body flurried around them in a last minute rush to get to class, Kevin wrapped his arms around Edd and kissed him. And the way Edd kissed him back was all Kevin had ever wanted from them and more.

Then Kevin’s phone buzzed with his alarm that he had three minutes to get to class.

Edd quirked a brow.

“Three minutes.”

“KEVIN!”

Kevin just smiled and asked, “Lunch?”

“Lunch.”

Ang caught that lunch date on film and a copy of it sits on the mantle at their home in Santa Monica. It was a simple picture of Edd on Kevin’s lap, wrapped up in each other’s arms, enjoying the day.

The caption for the paper read: Honors Student Sacks QB.

But they all preferred the one Nazz gave it.