[TwoSet fanfic - 18+] Touch

Part 3

Happy Birthday Brett Yang!!!!! I can only hope all the best things happen to you and please take care of your heath! We all love you so much so please take care of yourself for us too okay?

Happy the Brett Yang's day everybody! Let's enjoy!
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"There is something in the air". It's everything Eddy can say for sure at this moment, and heck, even that admittance costs him a lot of guts and courage.

For quite a time, only half of his life, Eddy has considered Brett as his best friend, placed him in a nice box labelled "Best mate & Co." in the softest center of his heart. Sure, the word "best mate" sometimes felt off, not only because Brett is his best bro, he is also his business partner, his partner in crime, another half of Twoset Violin, extra, not-officially-adopted-but-nonetheless-member of his family. Brett is simply his closest person and just because human hasn't invented the suitable word for this yet, doesn't mean this concept, this kind of person doesn't exist.

In short, Brett is Eddy's other self.

Completely platonic because he wasn't narcissistic.

Until Eddy masturbated to the image of his other self grabbing his pretty fingers around his manhood, rubbing it out like his life depended on it, everything was perfectly fine in his small world.

"Guess Bella was right after all for calling me an egoistic brat." - the brunette musician mutters quietly to self while staring at the small oval window beside his seat. Around him, a small group of passengers slowly fills in, hand luggages already lifted in air and a thick mask covering their face.

Rustle, the only sound he heard is from the people who are stuffing their stuffs on the overhead self and the soft instructions of flight attendants.

When everyone finally settles down, a sign of seat bell on the screen in front of him lights up. And slowly, the whole airplane pulls up, defying the pull of gravity and leaping into the air.

Exactly what his heart does when he feels a smaller hand gently grabbing his.

"What are you muttering Eddy?" - Brett looks at him through the eyelash, his glasses are shortly abandoned on top of his laps, lenses fogged.

'This should be illegal' - The first thought crosses his mind so fast that any of his rational self can hardly in term with it. Eddy can only silently thank his body, traitor though it is, for being so used to Brett's presence that he hasn't flinch at that touch.

"Nothing. It's just... surreal. You know... we... " Eddy gestures wildly between them two, desperate to come up with something to talk "... we are leaving Australia behind and ... I don't know. Move to a new continent for real" - He huffs, suddenly feeling suddenly too warm here. Weird, they are on the air.

"But we have already moved to Singapore since last year?", his friend questions again, for once seems to be at lost at what's going on in the other's head. They are normally more in tune than this.

„I know! But this is different...", Eddy huffs, gesturing vaguely his hand between them to prove his point , 'this time I'm moving in with YOU, someone I somehow weirdly have libido for. THAT's different'. But the last part is left unsaid, words die on the tip of his tongue while Brett, his beautiful friend, just cocks his head, as if the gesture itself will lend him the new perspective to the thought of Eddy.

His eyes are piercing now and even in the soft pink ‚Sacrilegious' hoodie, Brett still looks prominent to Eddy. Some part inside him, the small scrawny child who used to follow Brett around, squirms at it, the carnal part's excited. Somehow, Eddy manages to keep his gaze straight and feigns nonchalant.