Andante

CXCVIII

"She likes you, you know." Brett remarked dryly as they walked side by side, the last street to their hotel already visible up ahead to their right. 
Eddy sighed. 
"Nah, mate, of course not. I'm sure... well, I'm pretty sure..."
Brett's laughter was suddenly loud in the quietude of the night and it interrupted Eddy's stammered sentence very effectively. 
"Yeah. Uhuh. You keep telling yourself that." Brett said in his deadpan voice. 
Eddy looked at his boyfriend a bit helplessly. 
"God, Brett, I don't know! I told her though, right? That I wanted to be her friend?"
The entrance to the hotel came up and Brett hopped quickly into the dark vestibule. Eddy followed him at a more leasurely pace. Man, it was seriously super late, but yet he was still wide awake, the adrenaline of the concert still floating around his system somehow, he guessed. They stepped into the rickety lift and rode up in silence. Brett still had this smirk of his on his face though, and he was quick to open their door, step in, kick his shoes off and put his bag and violin down on the ground at the foot of the bed. Eddy swiftly did the same, and then he tapped his boyfriend on the shoulder. 
"Hi." he said softly. Because it was their last night here, right? He had better make the most of it, right? Regardless of what new friend did or didn't feel about him. 

"What, you want kisses?" Brett said as he turned around, that smirk still playing on his lips, his eyes alight with his amusement.
"Yes, please."
"I'm sure Ronnie would have loved some too."
That was it, Eddy lunged and pushed his boyfriend back onto the bed with some force. Then he climbed on top and straddled him, his hands right above his belly, poised to give him a serious tickle attack.
"She does not like me!" he said with emphasis. "Well, maybe she does? I don't know, but it doesn't matter either way, because I've told her I want to be her friend. Which I do."
Brett was waggling those eyebrows of his again, and to be honest it was so endearing, and so lovely at the same time. I mean, he seemed fine with the whole Ronnie thing, right? He wasn't insecure, right? Or... or was he?
Should he maybe make sure?
Slowly he bent forward, going from playful to serious very quickly. He stared deep into Brett's eyes, and Brett instantly closed his mouth again, swallowing his next quip.
"And, for the record, just in case you were wondering." Eddy told him hoarsely. "You are the only person in the world I want to do this to."
He leaned forward even more until he was resting his weight on his elbows, and he kissed him, ever so softly. Then he gently nibbled on Brett's upper lip and licked it, before closing his own lips around it.  
Never, ever could he get tired of Brett's deep guttural groan, like the one he groaned now, never would he get tired of feeling him responding under him, of him deepening the kiss very suddenly, until they were lost, lost in each other. And the night they had had, the successes of their performance, the compliments of their teachers and the fun with their new friends in the pizza place only seemed to enhance the sensations, to make the kisses hotter, the night longer and shorter all at the same time.

It was already starting to get light by the time they finally said goodbye to this night, this most perfect of nights, and they fell into a short but deep, deep sleep.