Chapter Ten

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Eddward loathed tardiness. He hated it more than he hated celery. He wasn't sure why he hated celery, he just did. He hated it a lot. But he hated tardiness more than that.

Which was why he grinned so salaciously when there was a knock on his door nineteen minutes after he had left the athlete standing in his driveway. Eddward took his time making his way to the door, was quite satisfied when he heard another, louder knocking to signify Kevin's impatience.

He opened the door and leaned against the frame, "Salutations, Kevin." He mused to the red head who was scowling at him so adamantly, "You look positively dreadful." There was not a hint of care in his voice, in fact he was greatly amused!

Kevin, however, was not amused. He grabbed Edd's jacket once more and shoved the man back into his house, kicked the door closed and just glared at him, "The fuck is your problem!" he barked, "One second we're getting along and then the next day you're acting like a royal prick!"

"You know they say that a highly invective vocabulary denotes a significant lack of both intelligence and anger management." He purred, ignoring the question.

Edd's back hit a wall and he saw that Kevin's visit was perhaps not one of carnal intent, "I don't get you! Last night you were nice, you know that? Nice! Maybe you were relaxed 'cause I fucking jacked you off but this shit is really starting to piss me off! You're worse than any woman I know, I can't fucking read you at all, and not in a good way!"

The swimmer deadpanned, watched Kevin with as bored of an expression as he could muster, "I have no intention of pursuing a relationship, Kevin. I could care less if you are gay, straight or enjoy dressing up in mascot costumes to have mass orgies in convention halls. You and I don't get along," he reached up and grabbed Kevin's wrists quickly, twisting them to earn an agonized look on the athlete's face before he switched their positions and shoved Kevin face-first against the wall, earning an aggravated grunt before the other started to struggle with his arms pinned firmly behind his back, "However I will not deny that we have a good amount of sexual chemistry together."

"So that's what you want is it?" Kevin snarled as he tried in vain to get out of the rather effective arm-bar, "You want a good fuck. You don't want someone to help you when you fall?"

The ginger was pressing on a metaphorical bruise that caused a dull ache in Edd's chest to throb. The swimmer frowned, "There's nobody there to help me when I need them." He hissed.

That momentary lapse was Kevin needed. He twisted and rammed Edd back, sent them both tumbling to the floor but Kevin jumped up quickly, "You sound like an emo little bitch you know that? The only reason nobody is there for you is because you don't let them in!"

Edd pulled himself up with a growl, "I don't need you or anybody else, Kevin!" A sudden burst of rage struck him as he lunged forward and tackled the baseball star to the ground, grabbing his wrists and pinning him down, "You don't get it do you?! This was forced upon me, you were forced upon me like everything else! You, a nitwit who shows a complete lack of interest in anything but his cock or his game, are somehow responsible for my fucking future! You who pushed me around as a kid, who bullied me and my friends incessantly, who made a sport out of belittling me in every way. I still don't understand how or why, but for some reason you are fucking intent on ruining my life - so do excuse me if I have to use some method you fucking understand to get through that thick fucking skull of yours and get you to actually fucking learn something and pay attention so that I have some meager hope of doing something that I want with my life!" His voice was topping a holler by the end of his rant as he panted for breath.

Kevin looked stunned beneath him from such an outburst, but it lasted only seconds before his brows furrowed. His knees came up and Edd moved to block his groin from a strike only to have Kevin fake him out and slam a knee into his kidney.

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