TSV oneshots

Stroke For A=440 (nsfw)

"Did you like your gifts?" Eddy asked with a smirk as he carefully handed Brett a cup of hot tea his mom was certain would make Brett feel better much faster. He had started brewing some for Brett when he was sick years ago, and now it had turned into a weird tradition every time he felt a bit under the radar. Brett chuckled softly, looking over at the table where all his gifts were.

"Except the fact that you can't wrap presents to save your life, they were great," Brett chuckled, warming his hands on the cup. "Thanks again. Really thoughtful."

"Which did you like the most?" Eddy asked, sitting down next to Brett and placing an arm around him. Brett looked at all the presents for a moment before reaching for the pillow and showing Eddy.

"This one, cause it has your stupid face on it," he chuckled, putting his tea on the table while it cooled down enough to not burn his tongue off. "And I can make you sing me an A anytime I want."

"True, you can," Eddy chuckled, kissing the side of Brett's head while watching his boyfriend's gentle hands place the pillow in his lap.

"It does not say what I need to stroke to get one, though," Brett commented, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked to Eddy. "But it's got a picture of you on it, so I'd say that's a clue."

"Well, you stroke the pillow before and got an A from that..." Eddy chuckled, shaking his head. "That might be a clue."

"Hm nah, I think it's a coincidence. Let me test my theory," Brett giggled, giving Eddy a quick kiss before placing his hand on Eddy's chest. He slowly stroked circles on it, and following a quick laugh Eddy hummed a E.

"Sorry, that's where you rub to get an E," he joked, leaning back in the couch. "I don't think you'll figure out where to stroke to get an A like this."

"Well, I know somewhere I can stroke that can give me any pitch I want," Brett purred softly, and Eddy raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding.

That was until the hand resting lightly against his chest slowly started traveling down, passing his stomach and slowing down slightly before passing the elastic of his grey sweatpants. Eddy inhaled sharply.

"Don't you think I can have an A if I stroke you here?" Brett asked with the most innocent smile on his lips while feathery lightly running his fingertips up and down over the shape of Eddy's dick through his sweatpants. It didn't help that just the smile alone could turn Eddy on either.

"I think you can get a lot of pitches, but not an A," Eddy exhaled, taking Brett's challenge. "The A is reserved for the pillow."

"We'll see about that," Brett hummed, shifting to sit on his knees so he could reach to whisper in Eddy's ear. "You know I like to get what I want."

"Oh I know. And you know how I like to be a brat about giving it to you," Eddy breathed back, feeling Brett's trained fingers gently travel up and down his hardening shaft. He knew he had to watch his sounds to avoid the A.

"We'll see how stubborn you actually are," Brett chuckled softly, putting slightly more pressure on his finger tips before removing his hand and himself. "Let me just go find a tuning fork."

Eddy watched as Brett made his way over to the shelf where they kept various small items that didn't have a proper home. He took the tuning fork and hit it against the shelf, standing it up to hear the A resonate.

"You've got an A now, you don't need me," Eddy chuckled, shaking his head. "No need to torture an A put of me."

"What? I'm not gonna torture you, I'm just gonna stroke you until you give me an A," Brett teased with a grin that made Eddy blush. The redness got deeper as Brett came back to the couch, sitting down on his knees next to him and letting his smaller hands run over his cheeks and down his chest.

"I've never heard anything less believable in my life," Eddy exhaled, really loving the feeling of Brett's hands all over his chest and slowly circling down over his stomach. The sweatpants he was wearing were slowly growing tighter.

Brett giggled softly next to his ear, shaking his head slightly.
"You can be relieved of the so called 'torture' by singing me an A," he purred softly, pushing the elastic of Eddy's sweatpants down to reveal some curly hair at the very bottom of Eddy's stomach. He ran his fingers through them. "Come on, just an A and you won't have to deal with it."

"Mhm, no," Eddy half moaned, running his tongue over his lower lip. Brett's hand was slowly sneaking under the elastic, and he leaned in to place a kiss to Eddy's long neck. "You gotta make me."

Brett raised an eyebrow, still with that smirk on his lips that made Eddy shiver with excitement.
"Alright, I'll make you," he chuckled playfully, pulling Eddy's half-hard dick out in the slightly cool breeze from their aircon and gently wrapping his slim fingers around it. "You're so hard just from that little, huh?"

"Shut up," Eddy moaned back, cheeks warming up from embarrassment. Brett kept his hand on Eddy's dick and reached for the tuning fork again, hitting it against the table before listening to the A. Then he shook his head and put it away.

"Why should I?" Brett chuckled softly, slowly dragging his fingers up and down Eddy's hard dick. "Actually, I'll give you a deal. Sing me an A and I'll pleasure you in silence."

"Dream on, it's the pillow you gotta stroke, not me," Eddy exhaled, pushing his hips up slightly to get more. Brett's hand was pressing enough to make him feel good, but nowhere near enough to let him cum.

Brett just shook his head with a teasing laugh, speeding up his hand again. Eddy responded immediately by moaning loudly, but thanks to the reminder from the tuning fork, Brett could tell it was just a D.

After that everything just turned into a comfortable pink fog for Eddy, with Brett's trained hand pleasuring his dick while his moist lips touched his ear softly, teasing him for every sound. He tried to have one thought on not letting his moans be anywhere near an A, but as the pleasure slowly built it became more and more difficult.

"It's okay, baby, just an A and I'll let you cum," Brett purred, pressing a kiss below Eddy's ear and causing him to shiver. The orgasm was building more and more, but it never seemed to spill over. It was frustrating and amazing at the same time.

It got even more frustrating when Brett suddenly stopped and caught both of Eddy's hands and pressed them back into the couch. Eddy groaned in frustration, trying to push his hips up and rub his dick against Brett's thigh. It didn't reach quite there, though.

"Come on, I've been stroking and stroking. I demand an A," Brett said, sterner now. He still had that playful glint in his eye, though. Eddy tried to push back against Brett's hold, but even though he was physically stronger he couldn't really push him away in the position he was trapped in.

"Please continue the handjob," Eddy huffed, wiggling under Brett's hold. Brett scoffed at the answer and lifted himself up slightly to straddle Eddy instead, letting his erect dick rub against his ass just like he knew would tease Eddy to no end.

"An A, please," Brett repeated, meeting Eddy's eyes. It was so difficult to keep a straight face when Eddy was looking back up at him with all the frustration in the world, but he somehow managed. "Come on, I'll let you cum after."

Eddy tried to wiggle free, didn't want to give in to Brett's silly request, but every movement just made his dick rub so annoyingly lightly against the sweatpants covering Brett's ass. He was leaking precum like condensation from a trumpeters spit valve and he was begging with his eyes for his player to release it all.

Brett's shit eating grin when he gave in reminded Eddy once more why he should never give in to any demands from his partner ever again. He did get his promised orgasm, though, spilling all over Brett's sweatpants with a moan. It didn't matter, he was taking Brett to bed after this to rest properly anyway.

They ended up forgetting about the tea, but at least it didn't spill this time.