[TwoSet fanfic - 18+] Touch

Part 1

If anyone ever asks or Eddy ever dares to tell anybody, how he ends up in this situation, wanking in the death of night, dreaming about the nimbly fingers of his best friend around his cock, his best friend's soft lips grazing on his fingers, Eddy would say, he has no idea.

Everything started somewhat innocently.

He.. or to be specific, Eddy and Brett, they have never been a normal pair of friends.

One, they are best friends who have been in each other's life for more than one decade, half of their time on earth, and have snuggled a big, comfy place in the center of the other's life. They started a Youtube Channel together, which has bloomed into something even bigger than themselves. In short, they are inseparable and bring each other to success.

Two, Eddy takes no shit about social norms and their constructed masculine toxic shits. Boys can be as intimate with each other as girls too. Boys can touch each other without being labeled gay or a "wimpsy". They can hug when they need emotional support, they can hold hands in public and tell "I love you" to each other, if they want. The only thing that matters here is what they want, not what this bullshit society thinks they should do or should act accordingly. That's Eddy's long-held believes and it took a while for Brett, being such a lovely soul he is underneath his tough amour, to wrap his mind around this concept. Brett came along eventually though and didn't give any shit too.

Three, they both love skinship. Eddy adores that act of intimation, when no sexual actions are being taken. Just two souls, two bodies, enjoy the closeness of each other, hands tightly wrapped, finger ghosting along the line of arms or maybe the outer of one's laps, shoulder slouched and touched, their hair against your hair, skins emitting and receiving the warmth to each other. It's the ultimate sign of love to Eddy,  without any taint of our carnal needs. It's his way to express love and support, and Eddy make sure to shower his best friend, one of his most important people on the world, with those small touches. On Brett's side, he seems to enjoy and understand that. It's Eddy who took the first initiative, but Brett always accepted and reciprocated.

"Took" – that here is also an important word. Because somehow the dedicate balance of their bromance has been tipped.

It started out innocently.

He swore.

They just met each other after a freaking long time of not being able seeing each other on whims (14 days! Can you imagine?! It's been 14 days! Eddy has freaking counted). Fourteen days of staying at each other respective house without any means but video calling to contact each other, which was not done enough in Eddy's opinion. Because bros didn't call each other for more than 2 hours a day, no matter how bored they both were.

Eddy can admit it now, in the safety of his own mind, that he was touch starved during that time and missed Brett to an okay measure. Because of that, when Brett first came back from his self quarantine retreat, Eddy made a lot of excuses to touch. He wanted to be assure that Brett was here, safe and sound with him. Eddy needed that proof to live.

It's just normal thing, really.

Casual arm slung over the back of Brett's chair, accidently slipped on Brett's shoulder and stayed there when they're quietly sitting side by side. Shoulders touched, then pressed, and heavily leaned to each other because Eddy was lazy and didn't want to sit properly. Whatever, it was cold outside (and inside, he has dropped the heater down a few degrees to save energy and hence, protect the environment. Being sustainable and all).

Brett didn't protest. He just hummed, rearranged his body position so Eddy's head can rest perfectly between his shoulder and head, too busily checking his twitter. Eddy looked up from his position, admiring the soft turn of his best friend's jawline and wondered how long could he steal this moment away.