When a Man Enters the Shrinks Office...

27) Morning after

19 December

The morning light peeps trough the curtains, waking Brett.
The light is blinding him.
He narrows his eyes into small slits and lazily closes the gap before a headache can form.
Suddenly he notices the body besides him and the arm he is resting his head on. His eyes widen and his eyebrows almost hit the ceiling out of shock. He's fully awake now and turns red by the memory of what happened last night.

Oh God! It's not a dream right?

Eddy is in fact indeed laying beside him, snoring slightly, his mouth a bit open. He looks at the pink lips and the bit askew front teeth visible behind them. He has always loved that one of the front teeth is a bit in front of the others. Actually most of his teeth are a bit askew. He doesn't understand people making fun because of that. It's adorable at the least, but mostly utterly sexy.
I really love this man. I can't believe he did blow me! That I did that to him! Unbelievable.

When the weight of last night sinks in the dark thoughts creep into his brain and hit him hard. He gets all uncomfortable.

But what will happen when he wakes up. Will it be all like that first time when we were on tour all over again? The 'That was nice. Let's get breakfast', kind of thing? The 'I like you as a friend, but nothing else..'.

Brett feels his heart clenching. It all felt so, so good.
Like they were the only people in this world, made for each other.
But it's to good to be true, isn't it? Will Eddy come to his senses in this bright daylight and push him away again?
Or even more frightening: push him out of his life?
They went so far already, without much hesitation. Brett knows he had wanted this for a long time, but Eddy....

Maybe he did it on a whim and wasn't thinking clear? People pleaser like he is, he wants me happy and healthy. Isn't he doing this only for me and forgetting himself in the process? Won't he regret this?

This train of thought is so not comforting.

Brett stop! He scolds himself. Don't do this. You don't know what will happen. Just bask in his warmth now, you can freak out later when problems arise.
He shakes his head right and left to get his head clear again.
He puts a soft kiss on Eddy's chest, a small tear dropping beside the touched spot.
I hope it will be okay. Please, please let it be okay. Can someone hear his prayer  and grand his wish?
He dozes off again for still being so very tired, resting his head on Eddy for as long as he can, as he is allowed to.

*

An hour later when Eddy wakes up, he can't feel his arm.
He looks down at the sleeping man whose head is making his arm numb.
He suddenly remembers everything from last night and gets all flustered.
Did he and Brett actually do all that stuff?
Yes, he's made out with various girls in the past, but this was so different. He would never have thought he would have the guts to sleep with a man, let alone his best friend.
But with Brett it had all been so effortless.
And he had given him the best orgasm he has experienced in his whole life!

He looks at Brett's hand on his chest and takes it softly into his own. He has always admired Brett's hands. Not to big in size, but still long fingers and a strength beyond expectation. He feels the calluses on the fingers, that even a month out of practice couldn't erase. He takes them towards his mouth and kisses them softly.
This action wakes Brett a bit, small eyes blinking against the light look up.
Eddy sees the realization of past night sink in and sees his eyes widen.

"Good morning sunshine." Eddy says with shiny eyes and a soft smile around his lips.

"Hi..."
It's a shy return, said with cheeks blushing furiously.

"Did you sleep well? No neck pain from laying on my arm?" Eddy asks sweetly.

Brett adjusts his head, turning it sideways right and left, experiencing how his neck is.

"I'm a bit stiff. But with our normal practice routine it will fade away quickly." Brett answers in his low morning voice already so familiar for years to Eddy.

Brett doesn't know what to say and keeps looking into those beautiful eyes that are so close that he can see them clearly even without glasses.
He doesn't know what Eddy will do. He's anxious: Will he run? Will he pull the friend card?...

A kiss lands on his forehead, his cheeks and then he is pulled up a bit so Eddy can lift his head backwards, putting a sweet kiss on his lips. Eddy pulls away for a moment to check the effect, smiles and dives in again. The next kiss is less sweet, a bit more aggressive intense, leaving them both breathless, their lips red.

Eddy sees the worthless questions in his lovers eyes. The way his eyebrows are knotted together, the intense gaze underneath. He knows he needs to give Brett affirmation. Of last night. Of them. Of the future. He ran the first time they were intimate, all those years back. Even without knowing what he did and had done to his best friends heart. It won't happen again. Never again.
He looks Brett deep in his eyes.

"Thank you for last night. Thank you for letting me realize I want you by my side forever. Thank you for letting me understand that I love you. Thank you for waiting and enduring all this time. And so sorry for not realizing it sooner. Also thank you for following up on my actions and trusting me last night. I want to make absolutely clear to you that I'm really sure about us. No running or hiding anymore. I promise."

Brett sees and hears the sincerity in his words and starts crying softly. Silent tears are streaming down his cheeks. Eddy is startled. Brett seldom cries. Did he do or say something wrong again? He looks worried at Brett. Between sobs Brett comforts him:

"Sorry, don't mind me. I'm just so very happy and relieved. That you don't run and all you know."

He dries his tears and looks at the pretty naked man at his side.

"I love you WaiCheng." (陈韦丞)
Pronouncing this name is greeted with big eyes.

"Wow. It's the first time you've called me by my Chinese name. Nobody does that. I like it."
Eddy blushes furiously and suddenly feels that another part of him also likes it very, very much.

"PoYao? (杨博尧) That's yours right?"

"Yeah. It is."
Brett also can't help himself turning crimson. This feels so close and special.

"Well, PoYao, I think this might be a big turn on at some occasions."

"Oh? And about what occasion are you talking about my dear WaiChen?" Brett speaks the words with his low raspy voice, sounding utterly sexy.

It feels indeed kind of kinky in a weird way.
How is it possible that a name, just a word, has this effect.
And a turn on it definitely is, as they can feel at the body reactions down, both erections pressing against each other.