Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

12) After

A small ray of sunlight, peeking through the curtains, shines on Brett's face, waking him softly.
He opens his eyes to slits and takes in his blurry surroundings.
His eyes fling open when he realizes he is not in his own bed and almost panics. He manages to remember some of the breathing techniques he learned not long ago and is able to fend off the oncoming panic attack. His breath settles and he calms a bit.

Oh God. I stayed after. I never stay. Am I ever even allowed to? Did I ever want to.

He looks at the man he is half lying on. Sweet, sweet Eddy.
How cute has he been for him. First so tantalizing at the Club, but outside changing into the sweetest, easy to talk to, dude. Normally he doesn't like sweet. He shuns sweet. It's too complicated, too many emotions and expectations. But with him... It felt different. When he goes with someone he's always on edge, but with Eddy he felt so at ease, everything happened so natural. It's like they already have known each other for the longest time.
Then it hits him.

We didn't just fuck...! It was already more than that.
It was also so much better than he's ever had. Better than he thought it could be. So sexy and gratifying. So hot, but also sweet. It's so much all together and hard to comprehend.
Beautiful, tantalizing, lovable man here sleeping beside me... What did you do to me? What do I do now?

He needs to go to the bathroom first and foremost, or things will get more awkward.
He gets up carefully, trying not to disturb the sleeping Eddy and puts his glasses and trousers on because you never know what the surroundings may look like in the daylight. He doesn't want to startle by-passers or neighbours with his naked body now, is he?
When he walks to what he thinks might be the bathroom, he only crosses one large window. They're apparently on the third floor, there's no building in front of them, so no one would have seen him anyway, but he hadn't noticed that, then insignificantly, fact yesterday.

In the bathroom he looks at himself in the mirror.
His bed-hair is all over the place. His face glows.
And his eyes... What is it with them? They seem to look different now? It confuses him to no end. His heart is beating fast, trying to contain all emotions, cramping together.
This is not what's supposed to happen! It was supposed to be just a good fuck! Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing strange about that now, is it? It's not like the first time he fucked a dude. He refuses to think further, though his mind tries to get him to a point he doesn't want to reach.

When he walks back through the living room his eyes notice a desk with a violin case with the instrument in it placed on top of it. Another shock goes through him.

No way! Eddy plays the violin?! He didn't mention that before, now did he?

Slowly he walks towards the beautiful instrument. His fingers caress the wood. It always relaxes him to touch the curves, to trail the rim of the f-holes, to caress the fret less neck of the instrument.
On the music stand he sees the score of the violin concerto by Sibelius.

Is Eddy practicing this? This is not an easy piece! So he can really play?

He has played this piece himself before, of course, being the professional classic musician he is. It's such a nice piece. Shall he? To make his mind more at peace?
He tightens the bow, picks up the violin and places it between his shoulder and chin. He takes a deep breath and starts the first notes.

...

Eddy wakes at the sound of violin music and startles.
That's sound. Violin?! Live playing. It's mine, isn't it?!

He gets up quickly, slips into some sweatpants and hastily gets to the bedroom door.
He glances around the corner and sees Brett standing in front of the window beside his desk, unmistakably playing his violin.
His naked upper body highlighted by the sunlight shining through the window.
His eyes squinted together in utmost concentration.
His body moving slightly with the actions of the bow.
The sound is pure, the intonation wonderful.

No way! He can play?!

Eddy doesn't dare to move and listens, the music embracing him.
When the first movement is almost over Eddy walks softly towards Brett who is standing with his back towards him. As the last notes float into the air, he wraps his arms around Brett's torso, and placing his chin on his shoulder in the nape of his neck.
Brett startles for a moment, but leans into Eddy's embrace, carefully holding onto the violin so he won't drop it. It's an involuntary reaction of his body. When was the last time he has made himself this vulnerable? He doesn't understand why he lets Eddy hug him like this. He needs to generate distance or things will go very, very wrong, won't they?

Eddy breaks the silence. "That was so beautiful. I didn't know you could play the violin." he says softly.

Brett shivers hearing the timbre of Eddy's voice so close by his ear. He can't deny he loves it. His mind is making overtime. This is not good! What am I getting myself into? This is dangerous! But this is so nice... And he wants to lie, 'no, I don't play anymore', show nothing more about himself, but he can't help but reply truthfully.

"Of course." He starts with a hoarse voice, "I have been doing this professionally for years now, you know." Normally he talks a lot, but without saying anything significant. And he never talks about his private life except with his close friends, who also happen to be classical musicians. Never to someone he just met. Don't show, hide. That's his motto. No one can hurt him when they don't know. So why is he opening up to this man he just met?

"No way! Me too..." Eddy, oblivious to Brett's inner turmoil, is totally delighted.

Brett turns around, Eddy's hand still on his waist, his eyes big, question marks all over his face. "But not here in Sydney are you?"

"No. Not yet. I want to though. I have stayed overseas for 2 years and just got back half a year ago. Now I'm just doing wedding parties and so on. But my goal is the SSO." Eddy smiles, delighted with this coincidence of meeting a fellow violinist.

Brett on the other hand starts panicking for real now.
They might be working together in the future?!
All the problems that could result from that, crash down on him like a gigantic tsunami. He feels his personal life collide with his professional one like a super nova.

Eddy, still ignorant of the war going on inside Brett, places a sweet kiss on his lips and loosens his embrace. "Breakfast? What shall I get you?"

Brett looks up, hesitates and states almost robotically, "I'm sorry. I need to go. I have an appointment."

He pushes himself fully out of the embrace and almost runs to the bedroom to get the rest of his clothes. He has trouble to keep his composure, pulling out his deadpan-face to over 9000, only thing on his mind is I need to get out! Go go go!

Eddy wonders where the sudden shift in demeanour comes from. He leans against the door post between living room and hallway, while Brett puts his shoes on.

"You can stay, you know." Eddy tries when Brett takes his coat and puts it on.

"Sorry. I have to go. See you later, mate." Brett replies, placing a small peck on the corner of Eddy's mouth, before running quickly off, leaving Eddy confused.

Mate?! WTF?  

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Note: Did you see the drawing?!  I love it so much!! <3 Jom-ji2set made it for me (commission) Check her out here:  https://www.instagram.com/jom_ji2set/

And of course here's my favorite recording of the Sibelius: