You say what if I hurt you, what if I leave you? 
What if I find somebody else and I don't need you?
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up?
You say what if I break your heart in two then what...
What if I was made for you and you were made for me?
What if this is it, what if it's meant to be?
What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game?
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in,
And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss
What if one of these days baby I'd go and change your name?
What if I loved all these what ifs away?

~Kane Brown

Kevin

"Oh God!" Edd squealed as he wriggled underneath me. "Stop!" I leaped away from him as he made a grab for my sides. "Bet you'll think twice before you tickle my feet," I panted. His laughter slowed and he took deep breaths, trying to calm down after our tickle war. "You are such a dork," I chuckled. He looked at me with a sly smirk and reached for my feet. "Says the fellow who squeals like a girl when his feet get touched," he retorted. I yelped and pulled away. His devilish smirk was enough to steal my breath away. "I love you," I sighed, leaning in close and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He kissed back roughly, taking me off guard once again. He never ceases to surprise me, I thought, smiling into the kiss. Our kisses turned sloppy as our hands roamed each other's bodies. "K-Kevin," he sighed, his voice ragged and desperate. "What is it babe?" I murmured, my lips against the curve of his shoulder as I continued to nip at his skin. "U-upstairs. Now," he demanded. I scooped him up into my arms, my hands secure on his hips as his legs tightened around my waist. "You don't have to tell me twice," I chuckled, practically sprinting upstairs with him in my arms.

I laid him on the bed, and braced my arms on either side of his head, just taking in all of the gorgeousness that belonged to me. My left hand worked its way up and I brushed my fingers under his beanie. He yelped, his hands flying up to push mine away. In one second, he had gone from undoing my belt to holding his beanie tightly around his head, his eyes squeezed shut as he mumbled under his breath. "Babe?" I whispered, leaning in closer to hear him. "Don't touch it, don't touch it," he repeated over and over. "Double D, what's wrong?" I asked, shaking him a bit. His deep blue eyes popped open, filled with fear and tears. "Don't touch my hat!" he shouted. I backed off, now standing on the side of the bed while he laid there with his arms covering his face.

"Okay, I won't touch the stupid hat, but Eddward, you've gotta talk to me. What's wrong?" I asked. He stayed with his arms covering his face, sniffling. I watched his chest rise and fall sporadically. "You can-can't take it off. Y-you'll think I'm a f-fr-freak. You'll break u-up with me!" he sobbed. My heart ached as he laid there and continued to cry. I crawled on top of him, gently moving his arms away and holding them above his head. I kissed him all over his face, the taste of his salty tears on my lips. "Hey, don't talk like that! I'm not goin' anywhere and nothing will ever make me stop loving you," I whispered. I let his wrists go and moved to wipe the rest of his tears away, propped up on my right arm. When will you learn that I love you no matter what?" I sighed.

Edd

He doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it, my thoughts protested. Despite the negative thoughts, my shaking hands went to my hat, slowly sliding it off of my head. For years it had been a source of comfort and a disguise, my security blanket, so to speak. Now, I had no security, no shield, nothing to stop him from staring at the hideous scar that ran from the top of my forehead above my left eye all the way back to the middle of my scalp. I instinctively flinched as his fingers gently traced the long, puckered line. My eyes refused to meet his. "Babe. Look at me," he commanded. It felt like centuries before I was able to look into his emerald eyes. His smile was tender, his eyes shimmering with warmth and affection. "You still look like my dork to me," he said. I almost began to sob out of relief. He wasn't disgusted, or afraid, or amused. My panic began to rise once again when his lips curved into a frown, though. "What happened? ...will you tell me?" he inquired, his gaze focused on mine as his fingers still trailed along the scar. "I-I was very young, six years old, I think..."

"Eddward! Eddward, where are you?" Mother giggled, looking around. We were on a beach. Father was lounging on the sand. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. I'm so clever. Mother will never find me, I thought. I had swam to a rock formation near the shore while she wasn't looking, and I found a cave. Crawling up on the slippery rocks to get to the entrance, I felt invincible. It didn't take long to explore the cave, and I soon found myself out of it and perched on a ledge on the other side. Everything was so beautiful. I wished to stay forever, with the call of the beach to wake me and lull me to sleep each day, the sun always seemingly dancing on the horizon. "Eddward! I'm getting worried now, where are you?" Mother shouted, sounding nearly hysterical. I didn't even realize how long I had been up there. I stood so that she could see me. "I'm over here, Mother!" I shouted, waving at her. I was no more than ten or fifteen feet above water, a relatively small climb back down. She smiled with relief, her forehead wrinkled with worry. "Get down from there before you hurt yourself, please," she begged. "Luci, he'll be fine. Don't worry, he's just having fun," Father yelled from the shore. "Go help him down, Eric," she demanded. He got up from his towel and began making his way over toward me to quell her worries. Instead of coming through the cave like I had, he climbed up the side of the rock formation, soon sitting on the edge and overlooking the water with a grin. "See? Perfectly safe!" he chuckled. Mother smiled uneasily. Father looked over his shoulder at me. "What do you say we get down from here before we scare your mom to death?" he said. I nodded and walked toward the edge, waiting for him to go down first. As he started his descent, I sat with my legs dangling over the edge, my arms pushing me the slightest bit forward so that I could take the first step down. I tried to grab the rock and turn myself; the plan was keep my arms on the rock, stand, place my left foot on another rock, and turn around so that I could climb down. Instead, my left foot slipped, and my small hands couldn't grab anything. I felt myself fall head-first, back scraping against the stony wall. I couldn't cry out as I fell straight past my father. "Lucille!" he screamed frantically. The impact was practically painless. I heard a sharp crunching noise, and then everything went black.

"I spent weeks in the hospital. They say it's a miracle I survived. One of the doctors even said the fact that I landed in the sand and not on a harder surface was what kept the impact from killing me. After that, Mother and Father stayed gone more often, and we began to move from place to place more frequently. Heh, there are some places we lived only long enough to bring the boxes inside from the moving truck," I forced a small laugh, diverting from the subject at hand. "They felt guilty," he stated. I nodded. "Their way of dealing with the guilt was staying away," I sighed. His eyes trailed along my body as his hands absentmindedly slid through my hair. "Well, I think you're perfect from head to toe," he smiled.

I looked up to see his shimmering emerald eyes gazing down at me with such tenderness, and I was overwhelmed. "K-Kevin, I'm far from perfect...but I appreciate the thought," I laughed softly. He kissed me, the urgency gone. Instead, it was slow and sweet, hesitant even. My hands found their way to his neck again, linking behind his head and slowly trailing down his shoulders. He shivered, grinding his hips against me. "Dammit, Edd," he growled softly. I continued gently scraping my nails up and down his back, reveling in his quiet growls. "What is it, love?" I giggled. His fingers no longer played with my hair; instead, they tangled into the inky locks and pulled. "Kevinnnn," I moaned as his lips traveled across my jaw and down my neck. His mouth trailed down my chest, and I couldn't stop myself from squirming when he reached my stomach. "Want me to stop?" he murmured as his fingers hesitated at the waistband of my pants. "N-no," I breathed. "Please don't stop." His devilish smirk was all the more enticing as he undressed me. His tongue danced circles around my erection, and that was it; all coherent thought left me as his mouth wrapped around my member and he began to suck.

He moved at such a gruelingly slow pace that I was driven to the brink of insanity. "Kevin," I groaned, my fingers grasping the back of his head, attempting to tangle into the buzz-cut hair. My other hand gripped the sheets as my back arched above the bed. He took all of me into his mouth, humming softly as he hit the hilt. "Oh God!" I squeaked, trying to contain myself. He laughed once, the vibrations sending a shiver through my body. "Oh my God, don't stop! Don't stop, I'm going to cum!" my screams went to the ceiling as I felt myself begin to unravel beneath him. He began to move faster, his mouth tightening around me. My entire body trembled as my seed filled his mouth; he didn't stop, though. He swallowed greedily before he let his tongue trail upwards. He sat up on his knees and grinned at me, his expression smug and triumphant. "You okay?" he asked, his smirk falling as he crawled up the bed and laid beside me. "Y-yeah," I stuttered, struggling to catch my breath. Then he did something I didn't expect— he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. "You sure you're okay? You seem a little overwhelmed, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable or rush you or-"

I stopped his rambling with a soft kiss. His lips were a mixture of salty and sweet, but I didn't even give it a second thought. "I appreciate the gesture, but if I'm really not ready, you would definitely be made aware," I said. He was staring at me with wide eyes. "I just finished sucking you off, and the first thing you do is give me a kiss? Aren't you gonna run to the bathroom screaming about 'germs' and wash your mouth out with mouthwash?" he teased. I shrugged before laying my head on his chest. "I honestly thought I would if this would occur. However, I would prefer not to move considering the position we're in. I have grown quite comfortable," I replied, snuggling into him. He tightened his grip, letting out a soft chuckle. "Ditto. I don't want you to move anyway." We lay in my bed in silence for a few moments, until a thought occurred. "Kevin? I may need to recant my previous statement," I whispered. "What is it Double D?" he yawned, peeking down at me through heavy lids. "...I am still naked." He snorted nonchalantly and pulled the cover over us. "There, problem solved," he murmured. I rolled my eyes, but buried my head into his chest nonetheless. I watched the snow fall outside as Kevin lazily played with my hair, thinking of how happy I was, and how different everything had become in just a few months. That's how I fell asleep— blissfully content and in the arms of the man I love.