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Blood in the Water	By : AeoAthura Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 10400 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Four
There was always a rush that Kevin got when he stepped up to the plate. The drone of the crowd became like a backdrop, the dirt and dust crunched pleasantly beneath his cleats, the leather grip on his bat was smooth beneath his palms. He took his place at the plater, squared his feet and looked to the pitcher. Eyes locked for a moment…
Kevin calculated the distance between them…
He estimated the batter’s height and adjusted his grip, then shuffled forward just a little further than he normally did.
The batter wound up and threw.
Kevin timed his swing to the acceleration of the ball.
Three days ago he had kissed Eddward Vincent, a man he had never been more than acquaintances with at best and rivals with at worst.
Two days ago he had gotten a B on a math test he should have failed.
The crack of the bat hitting the ball was like a clap of thunder.
Kevin took off into a sprint, abandoning his bat.
“Home run!” came the announcer’s voice over the field and stands.
Three days ago, Kevin had been kissed within an inch of his life, and the smell of chlorine and the vision of physics calculations remained embedded in his mind…
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Kevin felt as if he were being crushed as he sank lower and lower. The pool’s frozen water was black, and all he could see was the moon high above in the dead of night. He felt as if there was cement tied to his feet as he thrashed and scrambled to break the surface. His lungs burned and ached to breathe, but he knew he would only inhale water.
The light from the moon was getting dimmer - he lungs caved and he gasped in need. The shock of water filled his nose and mouth, burned as it filled his lungs and his thrashing increased…
He jerked awake and sat bolt upright in his bed gasping and trembling. A thin sheen of sweat painted his skin and caused his hair to stick to his face and neck.
Molly was at the foot of his bed whining, licking his toes since he realized that his bedding had been thrown and kicked off of his bed. Slowly he reached down to stroke the dog’s head, “It’s ok girl,” he said gently, scratching behind her ear. Her tail wagged without enthusiasm, able to feel Kevin’s trembles still.
He looked outside and saw that it was still very dark. A glance to his alarm clock on the nightstand by his bed informed him that it had just turned four twenty, almost two full hours before he would have to wake up. The adrenaline coursing through his system was only just beginning to wear off, and he doubted that he would be able to find sleep again before his alarm clock began chiming.
Kevin sat back on his hands and closed his eyes, willing his heart rate to calm itself as he tried to forget the strange dream. He reached out and grabbed his laptop from where it was tucked beneath his bed, and as he opened it up and the screen turned on the light felt suddenly blinding. He winced and waited a few minutes while his eyes adjusted.
Tucking a few pillows behind his back, he gently rubbed Molly’s fur with his feet while he opened his web browser and searched ‘Dream of drowning.’
The second result yielded the most simple answer, “To dream that you are drowning indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by emotions. Repressed issues may be coming back to haunt you. You may be proceeding too quickly in trying to discover your subconscious thoughts.” Kevin sat back and digested that information in his sleep-addled brain. Of course recent information would have him feeling overwhelmed, it made sense…
He grumbled and pushed his fingers through his hair, licking his lips as he continued to stare at his computer screen.
At first he considered pornography, an easy way to kill a few minutes and probably get some sleep after. He pulled up a website saved under a hidden name, then found a video that seemed appropriate enough for his desires. He watched several minutes of this and grew more bored than aroused. The women on the screen were so fake, a fact of which he had always been aware of, but their eyes were so lackluster. They lacked that striking, piercing blue he suddenly realized he wanted.
He found another video, this one with what Kevin deigned to be a blond bombshell of a woman — this one with blue eyes. Though as he watched her debauch herself on screen he could not ignore the twist in his gut that was not at all pleasant. The woman was so compliant, allowing herself to be pushed around and used, there was nothing strong about her.
She was not dominant or aggressive…
She was not strong or even intelligent…
Kevin slammed his computer closed, startling Molly at his feet. His eyes turned to look out the window and glare at the house across the street, glare at the window across from his own.
Kevin tossed his laptop onto his unmade bed, stood up suddenly and grabbed a pair of clean pants before he glanced back, “Stay Molly,” he instructed before he stormed out of his house.
He knew he was not gay, he liked women as much as the next heterosexual man. Yet he could not deny that there was a certain thrill he got from his confrontation with Edd that was so unique and unlike any other experience he ever had. Science be damned, Kevin had dreamed he was drowning and he needed a damn good swimmer to pull him back to the surface. Another kiss would slake his thirst, another power struggle to make him feel like a real man would be exactly the cure to whatever was plaguing him now.
He reached the door and pushed the doorbell, holding it down. Inside of the house he could hear the bell chiming again and again, a thud before angry yelling, “Whomever you are, you had best be ablaze because if you are not I will surely do so myself-” a light came on, the door swung open, the doorbell stopped, a shirtless and hatless Edd stood in the doorway glaring down at the redhead who stood before him at four forty in the morning, “With glee…” he finished his threatening statement on a flat note.
For a brief moment Kevin felt the first sign of hesitance now that he actually stood on Eddward’s doorstep, effectively having roused a sleeping shark with a bloody poker. Eyes locked and suddenly Kevin no longer cared - he embraced that danger because at that moment a shocking thrill arced through his system. He lunged forward and all but tackled Edd without any warning.
Though Edd was quite skilled at redirecting an opponent, the attack had been so sudden and unexpected that it caught the swimmer completely off guard. This lasted a grand total of two seconds before Kevin found himself being thrown across the small foyer, rolling on the carpet with a cough as he held his gut. He expected retaliation, expected the punch and it did nothing to ease the fire burning or the lightning sparking through his nerves.
“What is the meaning of this!?” Eddward’s voice went shrill, reminding Kevin briefly of the young, asthmatic spaz of a child from their youth.
Kevin stood up and squared himself because Edd was prepared for another attack now and would not be shy to instigate one if the opportunity appeared to him. He had no idea what to say however, how to explain himself because he was running off of pure, stupid instinct, “I’m not gay!” He barked.
This exclamation caused Edd to pause, as if both both and mind were thrown off by the statement. It caused his lips to relax for a moment and flash the gap between his teeth before the left side of his lips curled up in a smirk…or a sneer, Kevin could not tell.
Eddward started to laugh.
“What’s so funny! I mean it!”
The laughter subsided to aggravating, mocking chuckles as the swimmer once more locked eyes with Kevin, a predatory look sending another wave of thrill through him, “You are what I find of amusement. Was one heat-of-the-moment kiss really enough to have you questioning your sexuality?”
“No! I’m saying I’m not gay!” Kevin countered, realizing how silly it sounded as the words tumbled from his mouth.
“So you came over here, disrupted me from a solid eight hours of sleep and attacked me to prove that you are not gay?” The last words were stated with such acute sharpness that Kevin felt as if he was really being cut, “If you truly wanted to do some damage you should have come better prepared,” Edd was advancing slowly, that smirk falling to an angry scowl as Kevin felt himself backing up, “Perhaps a knife, or a gun. Why would you even wake me up?”
Kevin felt like a field mouse being stalked by a lion, trapped with nowhere to run. Another rush went through him. Edd was closing in and Kevin suddenly stood his ground. Edd struck first this time and though Kevin was prepared for a strike, he was still surprised by the force at which his back hit the wall. An unpleasant spark of pain ran up his back where it had hit the door jamb between the foyer and living room.
Edd was preparing another hit, his fist wound back but Kevin jumped forward and caught the swimmer by surprise once more. Lips met, rough and uncentered, too far to the right. The scent of soap and chlorine filled his nose and even though Edd had been in the dead of sleep his tongue still taste of Listerine.
Kevin let out a screeching yelp. Though he’d caught the other by surprise it did not stop the hit, a swift upward punch to the lower-most rib on his left side. It was a bad sort of pain, sharp and blinding for a moment. He felt his knees buckle as he gripped his side but Edd’s arm held him beneath the crook of each arm and kept him from falling.
“I see how it is then… You’ve had a taste of something you deem to be exotic and new… You want to get it out of your system is that it?”
Kevin could not find his breath. He was stunned by how much of a disabling blow that had been, but Edd’s words still sank in. It was exactly why he had come to the man’s house was it not? Yet when the words were presented in front of him he lost that thrilled sense in lieu of a guilty pang.
“Well?” Edd’s voice drew out the word and speared through his already ailing conscience.
Kevin finally gathered his feet beneath him and straightened up. He found himself unwilling to meet Eddward’s gaze now, the fight drained from his limbs. He wondered what any of this was meant to accomplish.
Suddenly his back was once more against the wall, and where Kevin expected another hit he found a slender, toned body pressed flush up against his own, a knee between his thighs, hands on his hips and a surprisingly accommodating mouth over his own.
Soap and chlorine…
Unlike the previous two, this kiss was gentle and slow. Kevin had wanted something aggressive and dominant, yet the change of pace was unexpected and not entirely unwelcome. Yet it was. This was not the challenging Edd he had argued and quarreled with for the last three years of his life - he was not supposed to just give in!
Kevin reached up and wrapped his arms around Edd’s chest, his hands coming up to tangle in the short black hair at the nape of his neck. It was smooth like velvet, cool to the touch and…Edd purred. Kevin pulled his head back from the kiss and watched Edd’s eyes as he carded his fingers through the hair again, gripped it and then slowly pulled it through his fingers. Those blue eyes glazed and he purred again, a soft, low sound that went straight to the jock’s groin.
It was perhaps the single most erotic thing Kevin had ever experienced in his life. The demon of Peach Creek High School had a fucking soft spot for being petted!
“Yo that’s hot…” The words sounded stupid but he could care less. Not when he had Edd’s body against his own like this, not when those eyes were glazed with predatory lust.
Edd was gone and Kevin was standing in the hallway with nothing but air where the other had been. He blinked and looked over, watching as Eddward went and finally closed the front door that had been left wide open since his unexpected assault. It clicked closed and the deadbolt sounded with some level of finality.
“Now then,” Edd mused, the aggressive predator having returned. Kevin could not figure him out, his actions and reactions were so utterly unpredictable that he honestly had no idea if he was about to get the shit beaten out of him or laid. Knuckles cracked and that voice filled Kevin’s ears, “You wanted a fight, it would be discourteous of me to not fulfill your desire…”
Kevin swallowed hard.
He had never been more turned on.
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