It was 8 pm, right after dinner...

CXIII

(talk about kinda nsfw-ish stuff)

Now, that the most urgent need had been satisfied, Brett felt a certain nervousness creep up on him.

It built up while Brett observed Eddy prepare food and lasted during the very delicious dinner Eddy cooked for them, lit candles decorating the table increasing it tenfold.

They never put up candles for dinner.

"So, tonight...", Brett cleared his throat and looked at the dancing flame of the candle.
"Yeah... tonight", Eddy echoed with a very self-confident smile. The kind of smile which could bring the bigger part of their fandom to it's knees, Brett was sure.

It certainly made Brett want to fall down on his.

"I mean", Eddy continued, "only if you're up for it, of course."
"You have the lead. I follow", Brett tried to sound braver than he actually felt. The trembling chopsticks didn't escape Eddy's sight though. He frowned. "Oh, Bretty..."
Eddy got up from his chair and sat on the one right next to Brett, scooting so close that he could hold him tight.
"Is something going on? Are you okay?"
Brett drew in a stuttering breath. "Yeah, I'm all right...", he mumbled.
"But?"
"It's stupid..."
"I'm sure it's not. You wanna tell me so I can tell you it's not?"
Brett scrunched his eyes shut for how embarassing this all was. "I... I'm nervous."
"That is not stupid."
"You didn't ask why."
"I guess it's because you're going to lose your virginity tonight?"
Brett snorted loudly. "Duude! You know I'm not a virgin anymore, right?"
"I know. But I also know you haven't done it with a guy."
"... True..."
"So it's totally normal to be nervous about this. I'm nervous too!", Eddy admitted. Brett looked at him, surprised.
"You are? It doesn't show at all."
"I think my excitement is more powerful."
Brett laughed and actually felt some of the tension leaving his system.

"You know what? I tell you what we're gonna do, so you can mentally prepare yourself a bit. And we take it reeaal slow. That might help?"
Brett shrugged with a weak smile. "Maybe?"
Yeah, maybe part of his anxiety did come from not knowing what exactly was going to happen...
"All right", Eddy pressed a soft kiss on Brett's forehead, "after dinner, we're going to take a shower. Seperatly. To give you, and me, some space. And also because I don't think I can hold back when I see you naked now."
"We did just have sex in a public bathroom...", Brett remarked.
Eddy winked. "Yeah... Anyway. After showering, I'm gonna show you how much I adore you. And I'm gonna start small, because apparently, that's something one should do."
"How do you know that?", Brett asked, despite himself having read up on it on the internet shortly after they'd gotten together.
"Remember Andrew?", Eddy asked.
"From the con?"
"The percussionist, yeah. He's gay."
"Whaaat?", Brett made, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Eddy sniggered. "Didn't think he'd be?"
"Not in a million years! How did you know?"
"Well, he was in my year and we loosely kept in touch. So I knew for a while. And I also knew who to ask when it came to... well."
"Wow."
"Yeah, so don't worry. He did give me a pretty good explanation about what to do and what NOT to do."
"Love", Brett said softly, "I'm zero worried you could hurt me... or maybe I'm like one percent worried, to be super honest."
Eddy laughed. "Figures. And I always want you to be able to be super honest with me. I guess I'd be freaked out too, just for the fact alone that something's going in there."
"Yeah", Brett gulped and clenched his butt subconsciously, "but what I wanted to say is, that I do trust you. I'm more concerned about me screwing it up."
"What? How could you screw it up?", Eddy asked incredulously.
"I don't know! That's the problem! I have no idea what I'm supposed to do!"
"Bretty", Eddy brushed through Brett's hair and there was so much love in his eyes it was a miracle Brett didn't instantly melt into a puddle, "you don't need to know. You just do and tell me what feels good and we're gonna be fine. I promise!"
It took a moment, but Brett inhaled deeply and nodded. "Okay", he managed meekly. Eddy tightened his hug, searched Brett's lips and really, that was the best medicine against Brett's nervousness he could have given him.

They took their showers, Brett wasting an unnecessary amount of hot water by standing under the cascading stream for way too long. When he came out, Eddy had fluffed up the pillows and blankets on Brett's bed, or rather their bed by now. He was glad Eddy hadn't put up any candles because THAT would have really been too much for Brett's poor soul.

By now, his heart was beating so loud he was sure Eddy could make out the pitch of it if he wanted. He quickly laid down next to Eddy, who was waiting for him in bed with a calm smile.

So much calmer than Brett felt.

"Hey", he whispered, "still nervous?"
"You fucking bet I am! Now start kissing me so we can get this over with."
Eddy laughed, but did as told and laid his lips on Brett's, brushed against his lower lip and like on instinct, Brett opened his mouth and let Eddy in, taking in his scent with a deep intake of air.
They kissed until they were both breathless, until most of their clothes were discarded, until their erections were begging for being touched, until Brett's head swum with arousal and his insides felt warm and so utterly and completely loved.

It was then when Eddy took a foreign bottle from Brett's nightstand and held it in front of him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?", Eddy asked, his voice hoarse.

Brett swallowed hard, but the nod that followed was confident.