Allegro con fuoco

LXXVI (NSFW)

Eddy's knees where still shaky by the time they left the concert hall. 
"It was good right?" Brett asked him, walking on his right side, his eyes wide and moist. Eddy physically had to stop himself from pouncing him right there, right then, kissing him hard, consuming him, just to show him how thankful he was. 
"It was awesome." he said breathily, then watched as Brett's pupils widened infinitesimally. 
"D-do you want to grab lunch?" he asked. Eddy shook his head. 
"No. Not yet. I want hotel room first."
He knew his eyes would tell Brett exactly why, and sure enough Brett looked down and cleared his throat. 
"Wow. Okay." he said. Then he turned on his heel and legged it to the metro station. 

Oh, it was such a great feeling to sit there, in a public space, already half hard but nobody would see that in black jeans, with both of them knowing exactly what they were about to do but nobody else around them did. Surely, to everyone else they were just two guys, maybe on their way to work, or some college or other. The little glances Brett was sending him told him he felt it too. Eddy shivered slightly and tried to keep himself calm. 
Again he was the first one out of the train, and this time he knew exactly where to go so he walked as quickly as he could without actually running, up the stairs and to the hotel. They had only been here a few days, but somehow he felt so at home here, especially now that he was starting to know his way around. They walked through the lobby of their hotel and Brett pushed the lift button impatiently. 
"Something in the room you want?" Eddy asked in a whisper. 
"Yes. You." Brett replied just as softly, causing another, larger shiver, and causing Eddy to grow more into his jeans. 

They half fell into their room and finally he could kiss him, their tongues thrashing hot and passionate, Eddy pouring every gratitude he felt into the kiss. His hands were on Brett's chest, rubbing, tweaking his nipples through his shirt until he cried out. 
"Ah! Eddy! Please. Fuck me."
He stopped for just half a second. 
"Sure? It won't hurt after yesterday?"
Brett shook his head as his eyes glittered. 
"No. Please."

Oh, how easy was it to push him backwards onto the bed, to pull off his clothes, quickly yank off his own. How easy was it now to kiss him again, their bellies together, Brett's erection strong and hard against his own. 
"Thank you." he whispered as he entered him, scrunching his eyes shut so he'd have the patience to wait a moment. But Brett didn't want to wait, he bucked up at him, grabbing Eddy's shoulders and bucking again, and again. 
"Oh God, yes!" he called as he started thrusting into him, the movement and the moment theirs alone, to be remembered forever. He put his hand around Brett and moved quickly up and down, watching him closely as he quivered, as his breath sped up. 
"I love you!" he shouted. His orgasm was right there, but he was holding himself just on the brink of it because he wanted nothing more than to see Brett. And he didn't think he had ever been more alive than he was now, feeling his love's warmth starting to shoot up at him and watching his face concort in the sweetest agony. His husband. His life. 
"Yes." he hissed as he came, too, hard, prolonging the sweetness, prolonging the love. 

"Oh my God." Brett said as Eddy crashed on his chest, pulling out carefully. 
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll have to take you to more concerts if this is how you thank me."
Eddy grinned. 
"I'm game."
This moment, this gentle moment when it seemed like the sweetest silence enveloped them, it must be his favourite ever. He lifted up his face so he could kiss him. 
"Thank you for being mine."
"Always."