The Harmony of Obsession

Chapter 10

#NSFW

"But instead of quenching his love, these sufferings just stirred it up further. The fact that the object of his love was beyond all reach eliminated the possibility of disillusionment and served to idealize the former, turning a tender affection into an ardent and enthusiastic adoration, so sublimely pure that it did not even cross his mind to hide it"

—— Tchaikovsky Through Other's Eyes

Nervously waiting alone in lecture room 204 E, Brett thought his heart would literally jump out of his chest. The anticipation and tension were unbearably coursing through his veins. It was the weekly individual violin workshop that he has been participating in countless times, but this week's session was special for its instructor. Brett was so surprised upon seeing an empty room when he entered. Nobody's here? Brett set up the music stand and tuned his violin while keeping his eyes on the door anxiously.

He couldn't remember how long he had waited until Eddy finally showed up. "Good morning Professor Chen." Brett greeted the man at once and found that it was nearly impossible to hide the excitement and joyfulness in his voice. "Good morning Brett. Ready to play some pieces?" Eddy casually took off his coat, grabbed a chair to sit across from where the younger one stood, facing him directly.

They were two meters apart. Brett nodded and began playing. It was Khachaturian's Violin Concerto in D minor, the first movement, and Brett was thankful for all the down-bow spiccato in this passionate piece that could hide his shaky bow well for a bit.

"Hold on, sorry Brett, can you stop there for a bit?" Eddy stood up and walked toward Brett. The younger one froze, and his eyes fixed on the tall man, watching him getting closer and closer, step by step. The next thing he knew, they were already standing in front of the music stand next to each other. Eddy leaned forward towards the music stand to read the notes. Brett sniffed at the mingled scent of the taller man's detergent and eau de toilette. Eddy's slender fingers were lingering on the paper and eventually pointing at a passage on the music. "Restarting from here, paying attention to your contact point," he said.

Brett began to play the passage again and he never stopped glancing at the man next to him. They were standing too close that the younger one could even hear the older one breathing.

"Much better, do you happen to have the third movement prepared?" Eddy asked.

Brett nodded.

They synchronously reached for the music to turn the page. It was a slight brush of hand along the edge of Brett's index finger then across the back of his hand. He felt the callus on the taller man's fingertip. Turning around to look at the man standing next to him, Brett found himself uncontrollably moving even closer towards the taller one after their eyes met. Something changed in the air.

"Brett..." Eddy's low voice rang near his left ear.

Feeling the humidity and warmth of Eddy's breath brushing against his neck, Brett suddenly found himself being out of puff as if he had just finished doing hours of cardio. Eddy grabbed his shoulder and turned him back to face the music, and then his hands continued traveling along the shorter one's torso underneath his hoodie.

"Professor..."

"Shh...keep playing." Eddy whispered, and his lips were rubbing against his outer ear, then nibbling at his ear lobe.

Brett couldn't hide his shaky bow anymore when one of Eddy's hands kept traveling south in a painfully slow motion, unzipped his jeans, and eventually reached the final destination. As his breathing became heavier and heavier, Brett made his last rational decision- putting down his violin on a chair in case of later dropping it on the floor. Brett could no longer hold his body straight, nestling up to the taller one who leaned with his back against the wall and holding the smaller one in his arms and grabbed the smaller one's chin to look at him adoringly.

All of a sudden, Brett put his arms around the taller one's neck, stood on his tiptoes, pressed a kiss on Eddy's lips, and quickly pulled away. This kiss was light, soft, and even slightly naive or clumsy. A smile crept across Eddy's face, and he placed both hands on the sides of Brett's face, with his fingertips stroking along the younger one's delicate jawline, to initiate a much deeper kiss.

Running his hands over the upper torso of the one he was embracing, feeling every inch of his silky skin, Eddy's hand reached into his underwear and started rubbing his round buttocks. Not only was Brett's face burning, but a mix of joyful tears and sweat was also running down his face while Eddy's large and warm hand passed the waistband of his underwear and gently wrapped around his already-hard erection. Shivering and moaning in pleasure, Brett indulged himself with their physical interaction, unfastened the top few buttons of the taller one's shirt, left hickeys along the taller one's protruding collarbone.

Wiping off tear the shorter one's tears, pecking him on his cheeks, Eddy leaned down into the crook of Brett's neck, kissing, nibbling, and gently sucking while moving his fingertips rhythmically around the smaller one's areola, playing with his nipples. His evident hardness was pressing against the smaller one's lower waist. Sinking his lids slowly, Brett threw his head back with his mind going blank and a pure pleasure immediately building up in his body. He was reaching the point.

"Professor Chen, I..."

"Call me Eddy."

Brett's heart skipped a beat.

"Eddy."

He came without warning. Brett's eyes snapped open, the stucco ceiling of his room coming into his view. He started gasping for air after a strong wave of pleasure hit him. The uncomfortable wetness inside his underwear was narrating the story about what just happened.

Brett blushed with shame and turned over to bury his face in the pillow.

Fuck.