Edd Interrupted
Chapter 24 - Going Back to Graduate School
Going back to school felt surreal. Kevin didn’t even remember getting
there. The past little while had been a long blur of moping and
depression. Somewhere in the past week or so, he’d packed up the rest
of his childhood room. He wouldn’t be coming back for the summer. The
condo on the coast would be his permanent home. He’d gotten a new SUV,
yet another graduation gift from his parents, loaded it with a few last
boxes, his old bike, and began the day’s drive back to campus.
He didn’t remember the drive. All of a sudden, he was in his parking
garage and hauling one of three plastic boxes into the elevator.
Wearily, he rested his back against the elevator wall as he rode up.
Damn law school. Was that really what he wanted? He knew what he
wanted immediately, and he knew he couldn’t have it. He was having a
hard time fathoming beyond the next few days, let alone the next three
years.
He stepped into the entryway of his apartment and dropped the box at his
feet. He could see rain through the windows on the other end of the
room. He hadn’t noticed the dark, looming clouds. It was only noon and
it could have been well into the evening.
It had been raining the night he’d gotten Double D back and then lost
him again. The rain would always remind him of that loss.
And where was Double D now, he had to wonder as he stood there in the
entryway, fists clenched. He was probably on his couch, reading, a
blanket draped over his lap while his parents were off doing fuck knew
what. Ignoring him, neglecting him when he was still bruised and sore.
It fueled the fury in him to know that he could have brought him here
to take care of him. To hell with everyone else: Kevin could have taken
care of Double D like no one else could.
With an enraged roar, he picked up the red vase that sat on the black
wood end table in the entry. He threw it into the living room and
watched it hit the marble floor and shatter. Next, he rammed his fist
into the mirror. The glass cracked. He threw it into the living room
where the frame broke apart. He picked up the little end table by its
legs and had it high over his head when he marched into the living room,
planning to do further damage with his impromptu weapon. Then he
froze.
There were boxes, labeled boxes, stacked neatly between the living room
and kitchen. School books, Recreational books, Underclothing, Shoes,
Bed clothes, Decorative accessories . . .
The table slipped out of his grip and clattered to the floor.
“Shit . . .” He ripped open the closest box and found it neatly filled
with alphabetically organized DVDs and CD cases. There was only one
person he knew who could pack a box this efficiently . . .
“Kevin! What on earth have you done? Look what you’ve done to your
tastefully chosen home décor items!”
He gaped openly as Double D came hurrying out of the back of the
apartment with his label maker in one hand. He tip toed around the red
glass in his house slippers and put his hands on his hips, shaking his
head disapprovingly.
“Now you listen here, mister. It is entirely inappropriate to take your
anger out on inanimate objects like a ruffian. If we need to find you a
therapist, we will, but--”
Kevin lunged across the room and gathered him up in his arms, holding
him tightly. Double D whimpered, but he didn’t care. He yanked the hat
off his head and kissed him. His hands ran over his body, clenching,
groping, and pulling.
“Fuck, I was scared it was over. Like you wouldn’t give me another
chance and . . . fuck.” He kissed him again.
“We really need to work on your language, sir. It’s hardly becoming of a
gentleman.”
“When have I ever been a gentleman?” he snickered and bit the curve of
his jaw.
“True enough, I suppose. But don’t you want to be a gentleman?”
“Sometimes. Not right now.”
Double D sighed, shaking his head in a disappointed fashion. His hands
rested against Kevin’s chest, stroking the fabric. “Oh, Kevin . . .”
“Mmm, babe. We’re gonna have so much fun, you and me.”
“Don’t forget school, Kevin. I am not here to distract you from your
studies or mine. Grades are priority.”
“You’re my priority.”
“I think not. You’re priority shall be your career. Law school will
not be like--”
He laughed and kissed him, if only to shut him up. “Don’t deny us both
the fun you know we could have.” He kissed both corners of his mouth.
Finally, finally, Double D smiled and blushed. Kevin hadn’t seen it in a
year. It was so missed, so cherished, it made his knees weak. He was
fidgeting again and Kevin found he’d missed that as well.
“Babe, I love you. Fuck, I love you so damn much, I don’t know what to
do with it all. I’ve never loved anyone before.” He pressed his nose
into his hair and lost himself in the smell of his little neighbor boy
lover.
“Not even Nazz?”
“The hell?” He pulled back to snort down at him. “Give me more
credit.”
“It was a valid assumption considering the time you spent together. I
should ask, are you on familiar terms with your neighbors? They didn’t
seem alarmed that I let myself into your apartment.”
“Naw, I don’t care about neighbors.”
“Oh. I should bake some friendship bread for them.”
“How come you don’t bake me friendship bread?”
“Well, obviously, because we are not new neighbors and we are already
more than friends.”
Kevin laughed and squeezed his arms around Double D’s torso and lifted
him high enough that his feet left the floor. “’Cause I get your ass,
huh?”
“A crude observation, but yes.”
“Awesome. Kiss me and tell me what you’d like, babe.”
Double D seemed to think briefly before lowering his head to obey.
Kevin groaned at the long missed sensation of his dainty little mouth
sucking delicately at his lower lip.
“Perhaps I would enjoy having your penis split me like a piece of
lumber.”
He flinched and gaped down at him. “The hell did you learn that?”
He just pressed his hands over his mouth and giggled.
“Shit, babe, you’re gonna kill me talking like that.” Still holding
him, he took him into the living room to sit him on the couch and then
knelt in front of him, already pulling off his shirt and shorts. “So,
your punk boyfriend teach you any neat tricks?”
“In fact he did. Shall I show you?” Double D slapped his hands away.
Kevin shrugged and backed away, hands up. “Fine, fine. Take it away,
babe.”
“Thank you. Stand, please.” With Kevin’s pelvis more or less at eye
level, Double D scooted to the edge of the couch, still in nothing but
his underwear, and began unzipping his jeans. “Now, I will have you
know, that this move took almost three months to master. Also consider
that I am a dedicated student.” He had parted the front of Kevin’s
underwear and reached inside to pull the semi-hard length of him out
into the open. He licked his lips and glanced up at his much larger
lover. “May I?”
“Babe, I’m all yours.”
“Thank you.” That said, he gripped Kevin at the base and slid his mouth
over the length of him.
Groaning, Kevin pushed his fingers into Double D’s hair, massaging the
scalp encouragingly. “Only you would be so polite while sucking a guy
off . . . mm, fuck . . .” He looked down at him, careful to keep his
black hair away from his face. His lips were stretched around him,
moving up and down gracefully. Every ridge of that mouth was easily
felt against the sensitive skin of his shaft: the ridge of the tongue,
the gap between the front teeth. Within moments, he was at full
hardness.
“Dammit, babe . . . fucking . . . shit, you’re good at this.”
His head fell back and he fought the overwhelming urge to hump against
his mouth. He didn’t want to hurt the guy, even though he was
swallowing his cock like a professional.
He grunted and gripped Double D’s hair tighter. “Babe, pull off. I’m
gonna cum, babe. Shit . . . I can’t stop it!”
Double D just giggled and cupped Kevin’s balls in his hands, rubbed them
twice, and then felt his large lover lose himself down his throat.
Swallowing with the grace of practice and the ease of loving Kevin’s
seed more than any other’s, he finished a few loving licks before
pulling off and smiling up at him.
“Mmm, babe . . . oh, babe, you do know how to take care of me.”
“As I’ve said before, I do pay attention.” He leaned back on the couch,
hugging his arms to his chest.
“I never paid enough attention to you, did I?” He straddled the smaller
boy’s lap on the couch and caressed him with both hands, tracing the
lines of his face with his fingertips. “I’m having a hard time
fathoming you’re mine again. And I’m not losing you to anyone.”
“Oh, Kevin . . . I had never wanted anyone else.”
That late and lazy morning, they both forewent unpacking. Kevin laid
Double D onto the couch and braced himself above him. He spent a long
while running his mouth over every inch of him. He started at his hair
line and continued down, taking in the smell of his shampoo, the silk of
his skin, the fleshy offerings of the insides of his thighs, and the
baby smooth arches of his feet. He took his time knowing that they both
had it to spare.
“Kevin, please . . . oh, please, now . . .”
He was busy consuming his earlobe. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, now. Please . . . oh, my . . .” His hands were clinging to his
arms, squeezing his biceps, tugging on the small of his back as he
arched and twisted under Kevin’s larger body. He wrapped his legs
around Kevin’s waist, urging him to give him what he needed. “I can’t
take it . . . inside me! I need your cock in me!”
Unable to deny him anything, Kevin reached between their bodies to aim
himself. Before he could thrust, Double D arched up and took him in
greedily. Despite the tender moment, Kevin had to grin and lean down to
lick a lewd line across Double D’s lower lip. “There’s my good boy . .
.”
That seemed to please him, because he arched his back and tightened his
legs around Kevin’s hips. Unlike many of the half-drunk college girls
he’d fucked, who had lain quiet and lazy under him, Double D reached up
to grasp his shoulders, lock his mouth around a nipple, suckle across
his chest, and pay open mouthed homage to Kevin’s chin as he was plowed.
“Who’s my good boy? Who’s my pretty, tight little lover?”
“I am! Ugn, Kevin! I am!”
“Mmm, my baby. Never gonna let you go . . .”
“No . . . never, Kevin . . . I’m yours . . . I need you hard!”
“Kevin loves his Double D . . .”
“Yes, Kevin! It’s coming . . . it’s happening, ah! Kevin . . . oh,
dear, oh, dear, oh, dear . . .”
He lowered himself to his elbows, braced on either side of Double D’s
head, low enough he could rest his forehead against the other’s and
watch him. He wriggled his hand between their bodies to grasp Double
D’s straining shaft in his hand and jerk him. “Let it come, baby . . .
Mm, I love you . . .”
Suddenly, he arched his back and came, his hole squeezing Kevin’s cock
like a vice. It triggered his own orgasm, so as Double D clutched
Kevin’s arms for support, he watched the beauty of his little lover in
passion while emptying himself into his enthusiastic lover. He tossed
his head, hair flying gracefully, mouth slack, eyes rolled back, slim
body convulsing. Kevin came quietly, relishing the sight as he filled
Double D’s anus with his seed.
When those lovely aftershocks faded, Kevin was smiling down at him,
finger tracing a lazy line down the bridge of his nose.
“Oh, Kevin,” he sighed and turned his head to nuzzle his nose against
Kevin’s naked chest.
“You’re my priority now. You know that. You’ll come first in
everything.”
“Pretty words from such a--”
“Mmm, babe, you have no idea. I’m gonna make you so happy.”
“Why do you always interrupt me?”
“Because it makes me happy.”
Double D giggled, hands cupping his mouth in a familiar, childhood
gesture. “I will make you happy as well.”
“Oh, babe. I’m already happy.”