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Trigger warning: psychological trauma emerging 


It's new, but also familiar, and all just perfect. It's like they are made for each other. Their bodies so close, Brett on top and inside Eddy, every thrust making him go deeper until they are moving together in extasy. The time for bantering is over, the use of oxygen needed for breathing. It's so hot and sexy, and so intimate at the same time.

It's quite dark, but the moonlight and the soft light from the living room shining from under the door makes it all soft and warm. Their skin shimmers with the sweat built up.

"So beautiful." Brett murmurs as he pushes once more, making Eddy's breath hitch. He leans over to kiss him thoroughly, breaking it off only for the lack of breath.

With every thrust Brett does, Eddy answers him by lifting his hips.
Brett sits up straighter, putting the weight of his body on his legs instead of his arms and lifts Eddy's legs to put them on his shoulder. When Brett pushes in, deeper than before, Eddy moans loudly.

"Ah Brett!" Eddy pushes his head deeper into the cushion, his hands gripping the sheets.

Brett is pleased. Eddy clearly likes the change in position.

"I'll. Take. You. To. The. Stars. And. Back." Brett breathes between thrusts.

And Eddy does see stars. All the sexual tension built up over the last few weeks make this all the better. Now that they're together, it's more than he's ever dreamed of. He's the one receiving now, but he wants to do some of the work too, he wants to see Brett not only above him, but also under him. So he takes his legs from Brett's shoulders and then rolls them over in one fluent movement, with the result that Brett is now lying on his back on the mattress with Eddy on top straddling him.

"Wha..!" Brett exclaims in surprise.

He's lost contact for a moment, but Eddy slides over the erection again, feeling the warmth filling him up again. He grunts "God, I love this."

Before Brett can say more, Eddy kisses him deeply again, muffling the sound. He sits up and looks at his boyfriend now under him.
The moonlight peeking through the window lights up the figure below him. When he was on the bottom, he could only see Brett's shadow blocking the light, but now he can also see his facial expression. That's why Eddy has always liked this position, being the one to set the pace, making his partner hot and ready, being able to see all of him. It's clear that Brett hadn't seen it coming, his eyes large and surprised, his slightly damp hair spread out on the cushion. How nice to be able to surprise his love.

"Beautiful indeed." Eddy smiles sweetly and starts moving, building them up again.

The effect this position causes is huge, more than the both of them could have ever expected. Eddy notices vaguely that Brett stills, but he doesn't that he's actually freezing up. He also doesn't notice that Brett's breath catches, his heartbeat accelerating to presto.

"... Nnnn...." Brett can't get the words out he want to say. He can't stop slipping further and further away from the present. Eddy's large body looming over him, moving the way he does, makes him snap out of his body. The world becomes pitch black, the shadows larger and larger. Memories - no -nightmares are now forced upon him in all intensity, coming back to haunt him. Bobbing curls are added to the shadow moving on top of him, not clearly visible, but still present. A voice he hasn't heard for a long time suddenly rings in his ear. Every fibre in his body screams with fear, and so does his voice.

"NO! DON'T!" he yells loudly, startling the figure on top. Everything stills.

"Are you okay?" Eddy asks softly, but Brett can't hear the words spoken to him, can't see the worried look cast upon him from above. The only thing he knows, is that he needs to get out! How the hell did he end up in his prison again?

He violently pushes with all his might at the figure on top of him, writhing and twisting to escape his grip. Thank God! He is free now, he's free, but he still needs to get away. Hurry! He falls from the bed to the floor, hitting his head on the nightstand, but he doesn't even notice it. Where the fuck is he? He can't see, it's too dark! Oh, no, where to go? He craws blindly through the room. No, no, no, he can't hyperventilate now. He needs to keep his shit together to get out. Look around, there must be an exit. Where's that fucking door?! Can he run this time? It's too dark!!!

But then he hits the wall and can't go on further, his head spins. No! The door should be here! Did he lose? He crawls up against the wall, pushes his back against it, draws his knees up to protect himself, and wraps his arms around them. He rocks himself back and forth, shaking from head to toe. His lungs hurt from the breath he can't take. He buries his face in his arms and begins to sob.

"No. No. No. Please don't." he whispers.

Eddy sits there frozen in his spot on the bed. What the hell just happened? What's with this sudden change? Did he do something wrong? He hears breaths coming quickly after each other from the opposite of the room. Is Brett hyperventilating? Is he hurt? Did he hurt him? Is Brett okay?

"Brett?" he asks the darkness, shaken. There is no answer, only the sobs audible. He then reaches for the light button on the side of the bed and clicks on the big light. He blinks against the brightness that floods into the room and tries to look at where the sound came from. His heart stops when he sees his love curled up against the wall on the other side of the room. He's clearly in shambles.

"Brett?" he asks again. What's wrong? Did he cause this somehow?

Brett shudders at the sound of Eddy's voice.
"No. Please. No." he whispers, sobbing.

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