Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

51) NSFW

"See? You're here with me. No woman will come between us now. It's just us."
Eddy can almost see the curtains being pulled away, Brett's eyes changing with it.
Brett blinks rapidly a few times, like he's waking up slowly. And when he finally focusses on him again, Eddy knows he's back from whatever place he was in.
That was so scary. Eddy breathes a sigh of relief. Oh God, how naïve was he by thinking that he could keep Brett away from going too deep. Just by being there that he would fix it? But of course it didn't. and it almost went to the wrong side. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have pinned him against the wall and should have given him space immediately when he noticed the first signs of distress. But he didn't see, until it was too late and for a moment Eddy almost got into a panic himself.
It took so long before he got out, every second lasting an eternity. How presumptuous of him to think he could beat this trauma so easily. He has to be more careful next time. But will there be one? He had said Brett should trust him. Did he push him too far? Did he fail that trust? Will he ever trust him again?
What was the turning point that he came to? Was it when he finally decided to rub the tears away that were streaming down Brett's face? Or did he hear him calling his name at last?
Well, somehow something worked and it looks like the crises is averted. For now.

"Fuck, Eddy. You are beautiful."

Eddy is shaken out of his thought by Brett's words.
Yes! Brett is back, so he needs to focus now. He initiated this, made him spiral, got him out, and now he has to make him feel good. Let him forget the misery. Make better memories to replace the old ones.
But before he can do anything, it's Brett who takes Eddy's length in his hand, feeling the weight.
God, that feels good.
He locks eyes with Brett.

"Yes? Please?" he breathes.
Because that's what will make everything better, right? Them together, doing this in a loving way will be the key to healing the broken pieces that are Brett's, gluing them together again with gold like he promised. 

Brett looks at him, eyes shining, when he starts moving Eddy up and down. He rubs his thumb softly over the tip, making Eddy squeak in surprise.

"Like that?" he asks teasingly.

"Fuck, yeah."
Eddy also intensifies his movements on Brett. It's not about his own pleasure right now, he needs Brett to stay with him, to keep him in the present moment.
"Brett? Look at me. Only me. Okay?"

And Brett does. He sees Eddy's breath increasing, sees him panting just like he himself is. His eyes have narrowed to slits, but still he doesn't break their eye contact. He sees his luscious lips part to let his hitching breath escape. He feels the growing hardness in his hand, telling him that he's doing something right. He is so aware of what Eddy had to witness. It must have been awful when he was couldn't reach him. Did Eddy freak out? It doesn't look that way. And then he finally hears what he likes most.

"Oh Brett! This feels so good."

Brett feels a warmth spreading from within. These are words that he is making Eddy say. He's enjoying himself, even after what he witnessed a moment ago and had to do to get him back. Thank God. He can make it right still. He has to.
He kisses Eddy hard and feverishly.
To go by the moan into his mouth that follows, Eddy likes it.
How amazing is it to be able to do this with another man?
'No woman will come between us now.' Yes. There will never be a woman who will be this perfect for him, only Eddy.
He keeps on stroking, up, down, thumb over the tip, up, down, in the same pace as Eddy does for him. Eddy's already leaking fluid. It makes his hand slippery. Giving and receiving pleasure at the same time makes his whole body tingle. He won't be able to hold on much longer.

It's like Eddy knows. "You close?"

"Yeah." Brett pants.

"Me too."
Eddy pulls his shirt up and intensifies the movements, getting a growl from Brett as he does.

Brett speeds up too. He looks closely at Eddy's face. The wrinkle in his forehead made by his raised eyebrows, his half-closed eyes, his teeth peeking through his slightly parted lips, his breath catching.
It's all part of Eddy as he sees him falling and falling harder. It just spectacular.
Then finally Eddy reaches his limit. It starts with a moan that comes from down his toes all the way up, which then turns into his name.
"Ah! Brett!"
Eddy buck his hips under the pressure that is his release, as he shoots hard between their belly's, his whole body shivering while it seems to go on and on.

It makes Brett tips over the edge too, groaning, pulsing into Eddy's hand, their liquid mixing between them. Eddy's name that he wants to scream is lost in the kiss that Eddy steals, already claiming this victory for them.

Still out of breath Eddy falls against Brett, his legs unable to keep him upright and they slide in a slow movement to the ground until Eddy sits on top of Brett's upper legs and hugs him tight, chests still heaving for precious air.

"Wow." Brett whispers.