Edd Interrupted
Chapter 13 - Junior Year: February
In February, Kevin came the weekend of Valentine’s Day, though he
complained that it was cliché. It seemed important to Double D, so when
he came to pick him up at his dorm, he had a bouquet of red roses, a
frilly, heart-shaped box of chocolates, and red wine. He laughed when
Double D’s lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears. It was
endearing.
That visit, they didn’t leave Kevin’s hotel room, not even for the pool
or the restaurant downstairs, or to stroll the quaint shopping district
downtown. They had their clothes laundered in-house and ordered room
service for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Double D worried more than
once about the expense of such lavish treatment, but Kevin just laughed
the concerns away.
Then, on Sunday morning, a few hours before Kevin would have to start
packing up and make the semi-long drive back to his own school, they had
already had sex twice since waking. Later, Kevin was lying on the bed,
chin resting on his crossed arms as Double D straddled his thighs and
massaged the weary muscles of his shoulders and back.
“Kevin? Do you think it’s possible we have sex too often?”
He grunted. “Yeah right.”
“I’m quite serious, Kevin. I think it’s possible. We do have it an
awful lot.”
“Healthy couples have sex twice a week.”
“But in a three . . . technically two day period, we have enjoyed
intercourse no less than . . . eleven times.”
With a grunt, Kevin rolled over so he could look up at him. “Are you
sore?”
“No, but . . . that seems excessive.”
He sat up, frowning. “Are you getting bored?”
“No! Oh, no, of course not! Don’t be silly!”
Slowly, Kevin’s eyes perused him, all delicate and lily white in his
underwear. He’d started shaking, an uncontrollable reflex when he was
nervous. There were few things that turned Kevin on faster and fiercer
than when Double D got that frightened look on his face.
In the end, he shrugged and kissed his forehead. “All right. We’ll cut
back.”
When Kevin dropped him off in front of his dorm later that afternoon, he
tenderly zipped up his coat to hide his frail frame from the cold and
then cupped his hand behind Double D’s head and pulled him in for a
long, luxurious kiss. He felt the smaller boy shiver and hug his waist
tighter, the sign he was getting hot. Just as Double D’s little tongue
began dueling with his earnestly, he pulled back.
“You’ll be a good girl, huh?”
“K-Kevin--”
“See you in a few weeks.”
“Kevin, wait--”
But he was already heading down the icy walk, hands in his pockets,
whistling. Maybe over the next few months, the dork would learn a few
things about himself.
