Fix you

Cap. 11: Waking up next to you

As Brett opened his eyes that morning it was like a train had hit him. It was not that he was having a headache, but the fact that the orange smell was filling his nostrils like Eddy was near him. Wait.

His head snapped to the side and realized in that moment that Eddy was actually near him, and he was laying comfortably onto one of the man's arms.

After the first two minutes of processing, he finally recalled that the night before he and Eddy actually had sex. And that was the second time a train hit him right in the face that morning.

He didn't have time to make a single move that Eddy stirred beside him and opened his eyes slowly. He didn't say anything, almost holding his breath.

Eddy: "Good morning"

He yawned absently as his gaze slowly focused on the man in front of him.

Brett: "Good morning..."

Eddy: "Slept well?"

Brett nodded feeling suddenly very shy and embarrassed

Eddy: "Good...you were so tired yesterday that you fell asleep right after..."

Brett: "S-sorry..."

Eddy: "Why sorry?"

Brett: We had a pact..."

Eddy: "Trust me in the conditions you were last night you couldn't have just got home safe...I guess it's ok to stay the night if you are in that kind of state or if it's too late...what do you think, should we change our pact a little?"

Brett thought about it a second and in real he didn't find any reason to say no. Ok, they have to keep it a secret but not at the cost of risking the other's life.

Brett: "Ok..."

Eddy: "Cool...I think I'll be preparing pancakes for breakfast, you can take a shower in the meantime"

He said climbing down from the bed.

Brett: "Wait a second...breakfast? Isn't it a little too much?"

He asked as Eddy searched through his drawer to get some clear underwear

Eddy: "You didn't eat anything and you literally collapsed last night, I won't let you go home without even having something in your system...and I'm ordering you this as your doctor"

He didn't have the face of someone who was kindly inviting someone for breakfast but of someone who was very concerned.

So, twenty minutes later Brett was sitting at the kitchen table with a steamy plate of pancakes in front of him. They looked beautiful.

Eddy: "You know you can actually eat them, right?"

He said as he saw the shorter man fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie

Brett: "Y-yeah, I was just waiting for the chef"

He admitted lifting his fork awkwardly

Eddy: "Oh...I didn't know you were one for traditions"

Brett: "Well my favourite type of music is written by people died centuries ago so, yeah"

Eddy chuckled and sat across him. They both lifted a piece of food and started eating in silence.

Eddy had a really nice apartment Brett had to admit. He didn't notice much of it the night before since he was too nervous. The kitchen was connected to the living room and the ambient was big and airy. The furniture was simple but none the less fitting the style of the room.

As his eyes scanned the ambient around him, they landed onto a leather case in one angle of the room. He was a world class soloist, he didn't have to guess what was inside.