Blood in the Water

Chapter Thirteen

Kevin was on one hell of a high. It had been a painful month to say the least, having to avoid the swimmer at all costs because fuck it all if he didn't want to pound his fucking face into the dirt before screwing him senseless. Kevin was a raging ball of hormones and he was alright with this reality, because he knew that deep down so was Edd.

After the swimmer departed from his backyard, both of them soaking and chilled, Kevin went into his house and slipped up the stairs. He grabbed a towel on his way to his room, making sure to tiptoe past his father's room. He didn't need the man asking questions...

Of course, Fate had given Kevin a gift that night in the form of a certain swimmer abusing his tongue, so now Fate had to balance that out.

"That you, Kevin?" Frederick's voice from the other side of the door was fully alert, telling the athlete that he had already been awake. He felt his blood go cold as the door opened and the man looked out at him.

"Oh uh, hey Dad." Kevin reached up to rub the back of his head with the towel, "What're you doing up?"

The man looked Kevin over carefully, "Shower?" he asked, curious to Kevin's current stated of saturation.

"Uh, yeah." He grinned, taking the open excuse, "Pretty tired, gonna head to bed. Night Dad!" He started walking away before more questions could be asked.

"Goodnight son," Frederick began to close his door then stopped, "Oh and Kevin?" The ginger stopped at his door, looked up at his father, "Will Eddward be joining us for dinner tomorrow night?"

Kevin made a very audible strangled sound and turned his face away as he cleared his throat, "Uh...um..."

"I'll take that as a yes. We're having hot dogs, I'm assuming that won't be a problem." With that the door closed, ending perhaps the most embarrassing moment of Kevin's life.

He escaped into his room and covered his scarlet face with his towel. He knew he would have to face his father in the morning who would likely have more questions, but he was safe for now. With the towel over his hair, he went about changing out of his shorts and into fresh sweats, then smirked to himself.

Edd had been wearing sweats earlier, and an over-sized t-shirt instead of his normal attire. He had looked so strangely non-threatening. The baggy clothes accentuated how thin his arms were and how small his feet were, like he was trying to hide underneath all of those layers of cloth. It made telling him a little easier in his mind, because as he knelt between the athlete's legs after his confession he saw nothing but confused understanding in his eyes.

It was still his Eddward, the dangerous Demon of Peach Creek, but he was left vulnerable.

Naz had been right, the Double-D they knew as a kid was gone. But Kevin didn't want that little dweeb, all pale and scrawny and meek; he much preferred the mentally and physically sound figure of the swimmer beneath him. Kevin needed that fight that the other provided in such a delicious way, it was like a drug to him.

Finally as he sat down on the bed he checked his phone and saw an unopened message from Eddy. He opened it and read the text that simply said, 'You're welcome.'

He just smiled as he suddenly understood. He returned a message, 'Thanks man.'

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The night was clear. The moon above was full and bright and cast a silver glow over the red pool before him, no longer black. He could see the silhouetted figures of the sharks circling now as they slithered through the water. He could feel the danger that emanated from them. As Kevin looked down to the drowning figure below he realized, with a shocked gasp, that it wasn't himself that was struggling to break surface.