Andante con Brio

CXXXV (NSFW)

Suddenly you could have cut the tension in the room with a knife, and Eddy shivered. He was growing fast into his jeans as well, of course, the idea of being with Brett like was already making him dizzy with excitement. But at the same time he was more nervous than before his audition for the con. 
What should he do? What would work? Would he... shit, would he hurt him? 
He cleared his throat and put his hand on Brett's shoulder. 
"So..." he started. His voice quivered. Fuck, why was this so awkward? He held up his finger and stared at it for a second. "Erm... I think you're meant to start eh... small, right?"
Brett nodded. He was looking at him with eyes wider than ever, liquid brown and white. The little spot of brown next to his left iris seemed to float. 
"Yeah."

Look, they had never decided to do anything like this beforehand before, it had always just happened naturally. It couldn't with this, of course. Not with the last frontier. Eddy cleared his throat again and stroked Brett's back. Brett was also shivering now, but when Eddy glanced down he could see Brett was hard too, his arousal clearly outlined in his jeans. 
So he was into this, right? Eddy squared his shoulders. 
"I won't hurt you. We'll take it slow, yeah?"
Brett nodded again. Then he got up abruptly and started to take off his shirt. Eddy followed him with hazy eyes as he undid each button slowly and shrugged the shirt off. Then he peeled down his trousers and lay down on the bed gingerly, in his black boxershorts.
Fuck. The sight of Brett's tent made Eddy even hotter. By now he was so turned on he thought he might burst, but at the same time he was so nervous that to be honest,he wasn't even sure if he would be able do that to Brett. 
"Your turn." Brett whispered. 
"O- okay."
Eddy got up and unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers. He let it fall to the floor and stepped out of his own jeans. Then he joined Brett on the bed. He crawled up on his knees and sat next to Brett's hips. 
"So beautiful." he whispered as he drew the back of his finger over the length of Brett's erection. Brett's eyes rolled back and he groaned. 
Look. Brett had offered himself to him. He had to do everything he could to make this great for him, right? He stroked Brett's erection once more and then he bent over so he could kiss his stomach. He started on his left hip, nipping soft kisses, all the way along his boxershort line, to his right hip. Brett groaned loudly and bucked his hips off the bed. 
Eddy felt a little bolder now. Bold enough to grab both sides of Brett's boxershorts and peel them down slowly. Then he kissed the tip of Brett's erection and looked up at him again. 
"Oh, Eddy. God, that's good."
He had to take his time, he knew. Brett had to be relaxed, even if he himself was so nervous he felt vaguely sick. More turned on than nervous, though. Or at least equal amounts. 
"You be naked too." Brett rasped then, and Eddy smiled. He stood up on the bed, where he knew Brett could see him just fine, and shimmied out of his underwear. Then he sat back down and kissed Brett once, on the lips. 
"I'm so nervous." Brett rasped again, and Eddy nodded against his lips. 
"Me too, my love. Me too. We'll take it slow. And if you want to stop, just say and I'll blow you, okay?"
He felt the little shiver under his lips, but he wasn't sure if it was a nervous shiver, or a good kind of shiver. 
"Okay. Sorry I'm being such a wuss."
"Are you kidding me? You're ten times as brave as I am, doing this."
Brett turned his face into Eddy's then, and kissed him for real. And for the longest moment, the two of them and their firy kiss was all that existed in the world.