Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

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Bit by bit Brett's breathing becomes more steady, and as he comes down from his high, his mind starts working again.
Oh no. He spiralled so quickly after it started so well, winding up losing it completely. It felt like Vivaldi's four Seasons: they started with Spring, then it morphed into Winter, but with Eddy's help it turned into Summer. He made it all good again. Really good, because has he ever had such an orgasm ever?

But oh, it's hard not to worry now that the pleasure washes away bit by bit. Because what about Eddy? He must have been surprised at the least. Does it affect him? Not that badly, because he came too, right?

Eddy's hair is tickling his neck and cheek. How lucky is he to be able to hold him like this. Will Eddy ever understand how grateful he is? What him staying means to him?

"Thank you, Eddy." He says with moist eyes, petting Eddy's hair.
Brett sniffs. God, Eddy smell so nice! He needs to get his hands on his shampoo. Is it creepy that he wants to smell it when Eddy's away, that he wants to wash Eddy with his shampoo, losing himself in the touch and scent of his boyfriend. But would there be a shower in the future still?

"The pleasure is all mine." Eddy says and he sounds as if he means it.
"This was the best ever!"

"Yeah? Even though I almost... you know... lost it?"
Shame creeps up from the dark like a black monster. It claws its way to his heart and grabs it in a death grip. Because how can they ever be on par with him in shambles and Eddy saving him like a prince in shining armour?

"I just couldn't..." he starts, but he is interrupted by Eddy.

"You were spectacular. You came right back to me. I couldn't be happier." Eddy kisses him sweetly.
"This is almost the best outcome that I hoped for."

Spectacular? That's a big word, but it still sounds as if he means it. Brett hasn't been spectacular in anything before. The dark monster loses a bit of its grip.
"Almost?" he asks with a small voice.

"Of course 'almost'. You not in a panic would be best, right? But we're working on that one. Can't have everything all at once, now can we?"
Eddy kisses him again.
"Small steps, my love. Small steps."

Brett looks straight at Eddy, seeing only love looking back to him. Brett nods. Eddy's right. Small steps. It can't be all perfect at once after everything. He draws a shaky breath. The monster is still there in the background, but not clenching his heart anymore.

Eddy gives him another tight hug before he sits upright.
"Well now, pretty boy. Let's clean us up and then you'll give me that tour through your room you promised me." Eddy strokes his cheek softly. "And then I'll crash on your bed, pull you on top of me, and let you kiss me some more."

Brett laughs. Okay. For now he will push away all nasty thoughts by making out with the hottest man he knows.
"That's an excellent idea. Common then."

Eddy gets up and extends his hand to Brett, pulling him onto his feet when he takes it. Another advantage to having a boyfriend: You don't always have to be the strongest. In more than one way, actually. It's liberating. He should tell him that some time.
"Okay, the grand tour. Here is the sink where we will wash up." He turns on the tap. "Look, wow, real running water!" He grins, looking at Eddy from the corner of his eye.

Eddy laughs. "Amazing!"

"Oh. Do you need clean clothes?" Brett walks towards his pile of clothing at the side of his bed.

"You know I'm taller than you, right?" Eddy asks amused.

"But not broader, skinny boy. You'll fit my shirts. And our butts are about the same, so my boxers should be fine too. Pants will be a different story though..." He looks meaningfully at Eddy's long legs.

Eddy grins. "I'm fine. Although I would love to have a shirt from you. But I'll frame one later when you're at my place. I want one smelling like you."

So Eddy likes his smell too? Brett pictures Eddy wearing his shirt.
"You in my shirt would be hot though." He murmurs to himself.

He turns on the tap and starts cleaning up.
"Man, this is always a bit awkward. So messy."

A twinkle appears in Eddy's eyes.
"Then we have to go to the next stage soon. Less cleaning up." He wiggles his eyebrows.

Brett can only gape at him.

Eddy laughs.
"Be careful now. Your eyes will fall out if you make them that wide."

"You fucking tease!"
Brett lunges at Eddy and sticks two fingers in his side, causing Eddy to scream and squirm with laughter.

"Have mercy on a poor soul! Stop! Hahaha. Mercy!"

Brett then envelopes Eddy in a hug and waits untill he relaxes again.
"Okay. I would like to try that though. Never done it, but can't wait to do it with you." He says shyly.

"You've never done it? Wow."

Eddy is quiet for a few long seconds and Brett starts to worry.
"Is that a problem?"

"No, no, not at all. I'm just honoured to be your first. I hope you'll like it."

"Do you? As in like it?"

Eddy blushes. "Yeah."

"Another thing you can teach me then, oh great sensei of gay sex." Brett smirks.

The remark earns him a punch to the shoulder, but Eddy looks pleased. Brett smiles. See? He can make Eddy laugh. It's the loveliest sound he can imagine.