Allegro con fuoco

LIV (first half NSFW)

"Bretty..."  he groaned as his hand went down, as natural as if he didn't have any say over it at all, and cupped Brett's erection. 
"Eddy..." Brett groaned back. Then he moved swiftly, turning himself and Eddy in one motion, pressing him into the carpet with his pelvis. 
Oh. 
He could feel Brett's length against his own through the thin fabric of his jogging shorts, nestling there, inviting him in. He bucked at him tentatively and felt Brett's little answering groan resonate through his whole body. So he bucked again as he looked up at Brett's sweet, sweet face. 
Wait, was that a tear on Brett's eyelid? He wasn't sure, because that was the moment when Brett groaned deeper still, and started thrusting for real. 
Oh, it had been so long since they had done it like this, like giggling teenagers ready to explode at a moment's notice, yet he knew straight away that it was exactly what he needed. So he met every thrust, the feeling of Brett's hardness firm against him, the fabric of his shorts rubbing just like that... his mouth opened slack and he seemed to melt into the moment, into the carpet of their hotel room. 
An orgasm was building fast now, in Brett too, he knew that because he knew his dear, dear face. He could see the slight quiver of his lip, he could see the way he squinted his eyes shut as he moved against him faster and faster. 
"No... oh, fuck, Eddy!"  Brett cried as he started to pulse against him, the sound so tortured and yet so sexy that it sent Eddy falling too, falling into ripples of pleasure as he shouted Brett's name to the heavens and back. 

"Why are you crying?" he asked gently as he wiped the tear that was shining on Brett's cheek away. They were still pressed together as if they were stuck that way, now even more sticky and gross than before. 
Brett shrugged and rolled to the side so he lay beside him, pulling Eddy with him so he would put his head on Brett's shoulder. 
"I hurt you." Eddy said honestly. 
"No you haven't." Brett answered straight away. "I was just worried. It was stupid. I couldn't reach you, and you were gone so long, I thought... I guess I thought something might have happened to you."
"Fuck. God, Brett, I'm sorry. I've been an idiot."
Brett shook his head. 
"No, I get it. I guess... I guess I have to communicate better so you don't have to wonder."
"No, Bretty." Eddy croaked. "I won't be that needy again. I promise."
Brett didn't answer, he just lifted up his head and kissed him, his tongue slow, gentle and warm, toying with his own until Eddy could feel the tingles returning. And he knew right then that this was exactly how to heal today. Them, together, as close as they could be. 
"So... I'm fucking disgusting." he smirked when Brett let him go and eyed him soberly. Brett's bright laugh was an awesome sound to hear after all the tension. 
"Well, you know, I was still pretty clean. Now I'm not."
Eddy stroked Brett's hair back from his face and then ran the back of his hand gently over his cheek, where the tear had been, and all the way down to his stomach, to where he knew his happy trail began. 
"Oh yeah?" he whispered teasingly. "Why don't you let me clean you, then?"
He could actually feel the little shiver that pulled through his boyfriend. 

Not that boyfriend was a good enough term, really. He was so, so very much more than just a boy who was his friend. He was everything, the whole world. Suddenly he vehemently wished that he had a way to show him just how much he was to him. 
"I was only insecure because I love you so much." he whispered as he pushed himself up and held out his hand in an invitation. Brett took it and sat up too, so they were face to face again. 
"I love you too, my sweet Eddy. Now please take me to the shower and do rude things to me."