When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change'
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are

~Bruno Mars

Kevin

I kissed him roughly, running my tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly parted his lips, giving me the opportunity to explore his mouth. His lips were soft and tasted vaguely of strawberries. I placed my hands on his hips, pushing backward as I moved forward. We moved through his living room, hands roaming and tongues dancing around each other's. I bent down, never breaking the kiss, and grabbed the back of his thighs. I picked him up and pinned him against the wall, running my hands underneath his shirt as my kisses trailed across his jaw and down his neck. His soft moans only fueled the fire that burned inside of me. I nipped at his collarbone and he threw his head back, panting softly. "God, Edd. I need you so bad," I groaned. He clawed at my back as I moved away from the wall and carried him to the couch. I went down with him, placing one hand on the back of his neck to hold him up while the other started pulling up his shirt. He took off his shirt and threw it to the floor before his hands went back to my body, roaming up and down my chest. Soon I was shirtless, too. His hands traveled south and he gave me a devilish smirk as he rubbed my cock through my jeans. "If your need is so urgent, what is taking so long?" he whispered huskily. The words sent a shiver down my spine. I growled, attacking his chest with hungry kisses and love bites. I ground my hips against his, feeling his erection against my thigh. I couldn't wait anymore. I unbuttoned his pants, yanking them down impatiently and taking his boxers with them. He kicked them from around his ankles to the floor. His deep blue eyes were hazy with desire, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in anticipation. I let my eyes wander his body, stopping at his hardness. What he lacked in girth, he made up for in length. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking soft and slow. His teeth clamped down harder on his lip, and he dug into my shoulder with one hand as the other was desperately grabbing at the armrest above his head. "I wanna hear you," I whispered, looking up at him as I bit the dip of his hip bone. "Oh God!!" he cried out, his back arching. I pumped faster, tightening my grip on him as my kisses neared his dick. I flicked the tip, teasing with my tongue, never taking my eyes off of him. He continued to moan and yell, his hips bucking upward pleadingly. I placed my lips around the head, taking his length into my mouth in one go. He inhaled sharply, his hand moving from my shoulder and tangling in my hair. I laughed, letting the vibrations hum against him. He cried out again, and that's when I started to move, bobbing up and down at an achingly slow pace. His fingers twisted in my hair and he pulled hard. "A-ahh! Oh God, oh my God! KEVIN!"

I bolted upright in bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. I looked around and groaned. I was surrounded by beige walls that were covered with posters from TV shows and car magazines. A shelf of sports trophies was beside the closet door. The bed sheets were light blue with a white comforter. The corner held a pile of laundry that I could not for the life of me get around to folding. I was in my room. It was just a dream? I thought, letting out a disappointed sigh. The clock on the nightstand said 6:45 a.m. I ran my hand over my face before I threw the covers aside and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to take a cold shower and get rid of a certain problem my dream had caused me. I tiptoed quietly to the bathroom, knowing Mom and Dad would still be asleep. I ran the cold water, undressing and getting in quickly. I let the water run over me for several minutes before I turned the hot water on and began to wash off. It didn't take long for me to finish and get dressed. In about ten minutes, I was back in my room, dressed, and trying to decide what to do with my Sunday at such an ungodly hour of the morning.

My phone buzzed, and I hesitated before checking it. "Who would wanna talk to me at seven in the morning?" I mumbled, opening the text message.

From: 681-202-4797
Salutations Kevin! Its Double D. You gave me your cellular number last night, if you do recall. I just wanted to thank you for taking me out yesterday evening, and if you wouldn't mind, I would like to talk to you when you are conscious and fully-functioning for the day.

"He even texts like a dork. How cute," I chuckled to myself as I typed a response.

To: 681-202-4797
I know it's you. No one else would start a text with 'Salutations' lol.. I'm glad you had a good time, now what is it you wanna talk about?

I added the number to my contacts and scrolled through some of my other missed messages while I waited for him to text back.

From: Green Haired Weirdo👽
How's the date going? Is he falling madly in love with u yet? Tell me everything.

From: Green Haired Weirdo👽
Why won't u at least tell me where u took him?? I bet it was so romantic!!

From: Green Haired Weirdo👽
GIMMEEEE DEETS HOBAG!!!

From: Bestie😎
OMG Kevin, you guys will make the cutest couple!!!

From: Green Haired Weirdo👽
Dude, Nazz n me currently plannin ur wedding. I can see it now. Can't you?? C'est l'amor 😆😆😆

To: Green Haired Weirdo👽
Jesus Christ, how many times did u text last nite? The date went great dude, I'll tell u when I c u.

To: Bestie😎
Ikr? Got so much 2 tell u later

I realized it was taking him a while to respond. Maybe he decided he didn't want to talk to me, I worried. I waited another few minutes, and I finally got a response!

From: Dork 💘
...I did not realize you were up this early.

To: Dork 💘
I'm usually not.

From: Dork 💘
Well, since you are already awake, and Ed and Eddy keep pestering me, I suppose an invitation to breakfast is in order. :)

On one hand, I really didn't want to spend time with Dorky and Dorko, but on the other, I really wanted to see Double D as soon as possible. If you two go steady, you'll have to be seeing a lot of his friends, just like he will with you, a small voice in my head chimed. It was a fair point, and it was right. I already knew what my answer was before I started typing.

To: Dork 💘
Let me get my shoes on and I'll be right over.

Edd

There were three loud taps on the front door, and I dried my hands on my apron before making my way toward the sound. "I got it!" Ed yelled, running ahead of me. I shrugged and went back to the kitchen to finish making biscuits. "Double D! Kevin's here!" he shouted, his heavy footsteps pounding through the house. I smiled like a fool, my heart skipping a beat as another set of footsteps followed. "Double D makes breakfast for us every weekend," I heard Ed say. "That's pretty rad, big guy. There's gotta be a Mother Hen in every group," Kevin chuckled. I gasped, feigning hurt as I turned to face my guest. "Well, this 'Mother Hen' takes pride in ensuring his friends are getting proper nutrition, and happens to enjoy cooking," I retorted. He flashed a lopsided grin that pierced my heart like one of Cupid's arrows. "Good morning to you, too," he scoffed playfully.

"Before you say it, we get it, we're dorks. But the guy makes a mean omelet," Eddy mumbled, coming in from the living room and taking a seat at the table. Kevin turned his attention to him, noticing his dejected demeanor. Kevin immediately frowned. "What? No insult for me today?" he taunted. Eddy looked up from the table with tired eyes. "Your face looks like a lego and a gardening tool had a baby," he grumbled weakly. "I know that's not the best you've got, Skipper," Kevin yawned, leaning his chair back. "I told you about callin' me that, Danny-Boy," Eddy growled. Kevin nearly toppled backward, giving Eddy a hateful glare. I was ready to step in, but Kevin's gaze softened and he gave Eddy a satisfied smirk. "That's better. What's got you so down and out?" Eddy silently got up and began setting the table as Ed started some coffee. "Eddy is experiencing a relationship dilemma that he would prefer not to discuss," I answered. "Now, would you like coffee, orange juice, water, or milk?" He shook his head, getting up and going toward the refrigerator. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it myself," he said. "So, Lee broke up with you, huh Short Stack?"

"Double D already told you I didn't want to talk about it. Don't push it," he warned through grit teeth. Kevin returned to the table with a glass of milk and sat beside Eddy, much to my surprise. "Dude, girls are a territory no man will ever understand. So she dumped you, who cares? You can sit around and mope and let it be majorly obvious how much you miss her, but that'll just give her more power over you. The best thing to do is get over it. Show her and everyone that you're better off without her anyway," he said. I took the biscuits out of the oven, placing them on a serving tray before bringing them to the table. He's being unusually kind to Eddy, I thought, listening to him comfort my best friend. I began serving the fluffy ham and cheese omelets, and Ed poured out three cups of coffee. The chatting mostly ceased as we ate. "Oh my God, you weren't lying when you said he makes a mean omelet. These are great, Double D!" Kevin moaned, letting his eyes slip shut and his head fall back as he relished in another bite. I wouldn't mind making breakfast for him more often, I thought as I watched him enjoy more of my cooking. After breakfast, Ed rushed to the living room. "I'll start the movies!" he shouted. Kevin cocked an eyebrow at me, searching for an answer to a silent question. "After breakfast on the weekends, we typically sit around and watch movies. Except Sunday; Eddy's parents come get him and Ed for church. However, we usually have time for at least one movie," I explained. "So you don't go to church?" he asked. "Sometimes," I replied with a shrug. "I'm gonna...go set up the movie with Ed. You guys got kitchen detail," Eddy mumbled before dashing to the living room. "So...are you like an atheist or whatever?" he pressed. "I wouldn't exactly say that," I sighed as I sipped at the rest of my coffee. "I just don't believe that I should have to make a spectacle of worshipping God with a slew of strangers to prove my devotion or faith." He seemed to mull over my words for a moment before he nodded and chuckled, "Fair enough." We stared at each other from across the table for a long moment before I got up. "Care to assist me?" I asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'll help," he said, clearing plates as he stood. I ran hot dishwater as he shuffled around behind me. I smiled at the sound. It made the house feel less lonely; it made it feel more like a home.

"What's got you smilin' like that?" he chuckled. "You came to my house, sat down and enjoyed a meal with the three of us, and...you were very kind to my friends. What's not to smile about?" I sighed, taking dishes from him and setting them in the water. "Well, I-I...I fi-figured if I want to be with you, I'd have to get used to being around your friends, just like you'd have to do with mine. Honestly? They aren't half bad," he stuttered. I washed the plates and set them in the other side of the sink, then Kevin rinsed them and stacked them on the dish rack. I continued with the task at hand, although my heart felt as though it might leap forth from my chest. "Pardon? Would you care to repeat yourself?" I queried. I glanced up to see his cheeks tinted pink. "Could I say it any plainer, Dork? I want you to be my boyfriend," he elaborated. I felt my chest tighten as his words sank in. Oh, dear. The very last thing I need is an anxiety attack right now, I fretted as my field of vision narrowed and the sound of blood rushing roared in my ears. "I'm not, I can't- Kevin, listen. I work in a very specific way, my mind operates a specific way. Everything has a formula, a routine, an explanation-- a relationship doesn't have that. There is no rhyme or reason, no logic to it. I do NOT know how to do it. You don't want that. You don't want a complete and utter mess that doesn't know how to function properly in a relationship," I whispered, my voice cracking at the end as I watched a few tears drip off of the end of my nose into the water. He shook his hands out, taking my chin in his wet palm and gently turning my head so I was looking up at him once more. "You may be a complete and utter mess, but you would be my mess, and I do want that. I know for sure that that's what I want," he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. It was not fireworks and flames like our first kiss, but it was a warm ember that melted me from the inside out.