But It's July, an ed, edd n eddy fanfic

author's note -
That line you're not supposed to cross? I think I just crossed it.

jack's smirking revenge says: ...wrote two pages of *cough* Ed, Edd n Eddy slash. possibly the most sick and perverted thing I've ever done.
lost lamb says: :: splutters ::
jack's smirking revenge says: I was watching it with Molly and Ed and Eddy were rummaging through Double D's parents' closet and Ed found the Christmas stuff and had mistletoe and Eddy kept saying "but it's July!" but Ed wanted to kiss Double D anyway and I had my notebook with me and ohh geez.
lost lamb says: :: laughs :: you are a true slasher, yanno that? slash in everything!

The mistletoe dangled in Ed's fingers and Eddy thrust Edd towards him. "You take care of him," Eddy said.
"No kissing allowed in mother and father's room," Edd squeaked, but Eddy was gone and Ed was advancing. Edd backed away slowly, but Ed only followed. "Ed, what if someone sees?"
"Come on, Double D," Ed said, and gave his famous lopsided grin, held the mistletoe high above their heads, blinked slowly.
Edd felt his back hit the wall. He gulped. This was horrible, so horrible. Eddy and his schemes. Infecting mother's bed, popping bubble wrap, grabbing onto the mirror and spinning around and yelling, "Jane, get me off this crazy thing!" And of course, Ed would go along with anything, hopped into the stack of boxes filled with holiday decorations and deemed it Christmas, even as Eddy pointed out that it was July. And now here he was, grinning down at Edd and puckering his lips and batting his eyelashes. Blinked again, one eye at a time. Edd winced.
"Ed, I don't think--"
Ed leaned down.
"Ed--"
Leaned closer.
"I don't--"
Pressed his mouth clumsily to Edd's. Edd only squeaked and tried to pull back but his head smacked against the wall. He pushed his hands against Ed's chest and tried to find a way out of this mess and wondered what mother and father would think if they knew what was going on in their bedroom and Ed just stood there, still holding the mistletoe, still working his lips against Edd's in a way that wasn't really much more than kind of ticklish. Edd wasn't sure what it was supposed to feel like. He'd only been kissed once before, by Sarah, who held him against the swing set and smiled against his mouth and licked his teeth. Such a weird family. At least Ed wasn't using his tongue.
Edd didn't realize he had closed his eyes until he heard Eddy's voice, calling out to them, "Ed, stop attacking Double D and let's go see what Jimmy and Sarah are up to."
Edd opened his eyes and Ed pulled away and said, "Okay, Eddy." Smiled his blank impish smile at Edd and went to follow Eddy down the stairs, calling over his shoulder, "Come on, Double D!"
Edd watched them go, eyes wide. He wasn't really sure what had just happened. The mistletoe lay forgotten at his feet and he picked it up, went back to the closet to put everything back in place. Licked his lips as he made the beds and remembered how Ed's mouth was sticky and wet and tasted like jawbreakers.
He set the pile of Post-It notes back in the bottom drawer of mother's desk and threw away the one that Eddy had stuck onto Ed's tongue. He closed the door and walked down the hall and stopped at his room to grab a pad of Post-It notes and scribble on the top, Don't kiss Ed. He suck it to his desk between the ones that read, Clean out pantry and Get more Post-It notes.
Eddy's voice screeched up the stairs, "Double D, are you gonna get down here or what?"
"Coming," he called, and headed for the stairs to join Ed and Eddy again.

fin