Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

30) Hot-Pot

Note: This is chapter 30 in stead of 29. I messed up posting. Next is chapter 29, so please read that one first and then this one. Sorry for the inconveniance.

Chapter 30) Hot-Pot.

"This is a really nice place you found here." Brett is truly impressed. They have been walking for about 45 minutes to get to this place, and with the help of Google Maps they have found the restaurant a few streets from the main area where he normally finds one of the more known restaurants. It's no wonder Brett didn't come across of it yet, because it's in somewhat quiet part of the town. Google shows that the place got 4.8 stars from 5, so it should be good.

The interior reminds him of home. Dark wooden furniture with white tiles everywhere and a lot of gold and red as decoration. It has a cosy atmosphere, almost like a family restaurant. There are some customers that have started already and they look all happy. There is no question it'll be good.

Eddy beams, eyes all shiny and bites his lower lip briefly with his upper teeth in joy, pleased with Brett's approval of the place. "Thought you would like hot-pot, being Asian and all."

Brett laughs. "Does that anything to do with loving hot-pot?"

"Maybe?" Eddy chuckles.

Brett watches the tall man ask one of the waitresses about their table, which he has reserved. He looks particularly handsome today in his dark button-up shirt and white jeans. He has definitely paid attention to his looks too. It makes him happy to know he isn't the only one trying to look nice. Although even in a big plastic bag Eddy would look nice, wouldn't he? He smiles at himself about the cheesiness of that thought.

"When it's good, we should bring the gang. Mason and Vincent would kill for a decent hot-pot. Maybe Asian roots somewhere in their family tree?" Brett jokes casually, looking at Eddy how he will react to this.

"Who knows." Eddy laughs widely, showing rows of white teeth. Brett can't help but look at those slightly crooked front teeth that are so cute, but are normally so often hiding behind his serious expression. He likes Eddy's laugh more than anything and plans to make it happen as often as possible.

The waitress asks them to follow her and points out a table at one of the windows.

When they are seated across from each other and have ordered their drinks, they start talking without any effort about all kind of things. Music, movies, games, anime, manga. They are very compatible in most areas, except that Eddy likes modern music more than Brett, like 20th centurey classical music and even K-pop. Debussy is more Eddy's thing, Brett likes the older stuff: Tchaikovsky, Mendelssohn and such are more his bias. All kinds of music, musical instruments and the prejudices attached to them come across the table. They come to the conclusion that most prejudices contain some truth and make a toast to the insight. It's so much fun and so easy. More than once their laugh makes people look up at their table to see what it's all about.

There is only one thing that bothers Brett about talking with Eddy. It's the amount of attention his mind pays to Eddy's lips. Eddy touches them when he thinks and often licks them before answering, poking his tongue out a little bit just enough for him to see. God, this man is way too sexy to not act on. Brett has to look away more than once to not stare and make it awkward.
They have been bantering about how a violist would be able to play in tune when Eddy takes another sip from his coffee and licks a drop from the corner of his mouth. Again. Is he doing that on purpose?
Brett can't ignore it anymore. "You've got to stop doing that! Please!"

"What?" Eddy says in surprise by the sudden exclamation.

"That thing you do with the lips."

"Huh?" Eddy obliviously asks, subconsciously quickly brushing the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Like just now. Biting them. Licking them. It just makes me want to lick them instead. My tongue is jealous of your tongue." Brett stares intensely at the lips in question, wishing he could bend over and kiss them, making them more red than they already are. Oh how he wishes he could just do that.

"You're an idiot." Eddy snickers, but blushes ferociously.

"Maybe. But you know I'm good at kissing them." He winks an eye at him.

"Hmm, you think so?" Eddy teases.

"Yes. I'm quite good with the sex-thing and all." he tells with conviction. He's got a reputation for it, hasn't he?

Eddy just laughs at that statement. "Might be, but you have a thing or two to learn about gay-sex still." He nudges one of Brett's legs playfully with his own.

Brett blinks in surprise, feeling as if a needle is pushed in his brain. "What do you mean? Wasn't it good between us?" he asks sharply. What does Eddy mean? Didn't he like it when they were together? What happened?

"It was very, very nice indeed. But when a guy hasn't been with someone for a while, you need to prepare him a bit more. Don't you know?" Eddy asks without noticing what his words are doing.

Brett shifts in his chair, all uncomfortable all of a sudden. So he didn't do it right for Eddy? "Why? What happens when you don't?" worry shows in his voice.

Eddy tilts his head, questioning. "Then it's too tight at the start, hurts a bit the first few movements and the next day you feel it more." he says it like it's the most normal thing in the world to know.

But judging by Brett's expression he clearly didn't know until now. "So you mean to say that I hurt you?" he asks, his face all white suddenly.

Eddy finally picks up Brett's distress. "Brett, don't worry about it. It was very quickly okay. You have seen and heard the result of our actions back then, right?"

"But I hurt you?!" Brett presses.

"Only a bit, and only in the beginning. Don't worry." If Eddy would have known that it would upset him this much, he wouldn't have brought it up,

But Brett's taken aback, worried still. "Easy for you to say. Promise me you will guide me next time. I don't want to hurt you."

"If there will be a next time, for sure. Now drop it." Eddy looks sternly at him.

Brett looks straight at Eddy, suddenly sad. "I hope there will be." It's spoken so soft that Eddy almost didn't hear it. Brett eyes the man before him. He is so enticing in mind and body. How come that he has become this important to him in such a short time? He plays with his chopsticks, lost in thoughts for a moment.
"Eddy, I need to ask. When do we know we want to take it further than being just friends?"