Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

53) Tour (soft NSFW)

A/N: Sooo, nobody wondered when I posted chapter 54 after 52 last Monday? Holiday stress made me put the wrong one online. Oops. I hope you want to read this one still 😅. I don't know if I'm able to post next Monday. I'll try
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"Okay, on with the tour."
Brett opens his arms in a dramatic way like a grand gesture and points to his left.
"On your left you'll see the Great Desk of Despair."

"Why despair?" Eddy grins.

"This is where I practice and stuff. Try to read a book about Tchaikovsky. I'm dyslexic as fuck, so it's hard." Brett shakes his head. It's annoying not to be able to read and write like a normal human being. Ah well, he has other assets. "But I like the scores I have collected. I had to leave all my scores when I fled Melbourne, you know. Just two more and then I have them all again."
Eddy hugs him from behind, his warm arms wrap around his torso and he leans his chin on Brett's shoulder. Brett reaches up and caresses Eddy's cheek. It feels so good to be supported. Only a fellow musician knows how much scores can mean to a person. He shakes the memory and gestures to his right.

"And on the right you see the Big Pile of Clothes, because I'm too lazy to get a wardrobe. And then as the last item, low and behold: the Bed that's Way too Small. That's it. End of the tour. Don't forget to tip the tour guide."

Eddy looks from his place at the crook of Brett's neck at the bed. It's just an average twin bed, nothing wrong with it now, is it?
"Is it 'way too small'?"

Brett pulls Eddy's arms around him tighter.
"If we want to sleep in it together it is."

"Hmm? You think so? Let's test it out then."
Eddy moves Brett to the bed, lays on top of the sheets and pulls him on top of himself, just like he said he would a few minutes ago.

"Eddy, I'm crushing you like this." Brett says as he slides a bit to the side, so he gives Eddy room to breathe. He rests his head on Eddy's chest and listens the comfortable bum-bum that is Eddy's heartbeat. Its cadence and deep drumming sound make him feel so very at ease.
"Eddy?"

"Hmmm?" Eddy hums.

"Is it really okay? Me like this tonight? Are you really okay with it?"
Brett sighs. That didn't come out right.
"You know what I mean?"

Of course Eddy knows. He lifts Brett's chin and kisses him sweetly.

"Yeah, it is. I already told you. If you're worrying about something like this, just remember that I want you. With every aspect that comes with you." Eddy searches for his eyes. "Let me be part of your healing process? Please?"

Brett sighs. He's so lucky that he has met someone this wonderful. Someone that accepts him with all his flaws and wants to help him to get better.
"Yes, I'll try. But then in return you have to tell me when it's too much. Please?"

"Okay, I will. Speaking of that..." Eddy sounds all serious suddenly. "There is already something 'too much' that we need to discuss."

"What?" Brett startles, leaning up on his elbow so he can see Eddy's face.

"The lack of kisses I'm facing here." Eddy grins widely.
"It's a real travesty, you know."

Brett bursts out laughing. That bastard! To scare him like that.
"What are you, a bloody princess? It's not like you can't initiate things." Brett licks his lips seductively. "Well then, my princess. Prepare to be swooned away."
He rolls on top of Eddy, deliberately letting him feel his weight now. He entwines his fingers in Eddy's hair and kisses him sensually, softly nibling his lips, deepening the kiss with every move, until Eddy is out of breath.

"Oh yes. That's what I'm talking about." Eddy breathes heavily when they finally part.

"Your wish is my command, your highness."
A real travesty, ey? He'll show him how good he is. He has a reputation to uphold, no? He puts a trail of kisses with small nips in between that make Eddy shivers and works his way to Eddy's nipple. He laps at the small nob, making Eddy whimper.
"You like that, don't you?" he says seductively.

"Brett, don't. We're taking it slow." Eddy pants.

"I am. I'm kissing you very slowly now." Brett hums, while he shifts to Eddy's other nipple. He puts his leg between Eddy's, pushing it softly upwards, satisfied to no end when he feels Eddy's stirring.

"Not yet, Brett." Eddy whispers in his ear.

It's clear that Eddy won't budge.

"No stage four going to happen today?" Brett asks hopefully.

"How on earth would that be taking it easy!" Eddy smiles.
He puts a peck on his head to take sting out of the rejection.

Brett pouts, blinking excessively and throws his best puppy eyes at Eddy.

Eddy swallows with difficulty.
"I don't care how adorable you are, it's still no. Don't make it harder than it already is."

Brett can't keep his composure anymore and laughs.
"Don't make it harder, eh?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and grinds his abdomen shortly on Eddy's, making it very evident that there is something hard between their bellies alright. Two 'somethings', in fact. With a sigh he slides to the side again and kisses Eddy sweetly.
"I'm sorry. We'll stick with your plan. But just know I'm looking forward to more."
He starts playing with Eddy's nipples again, caressing the skin around them, making the nob stand upright. He can at least do that, right?

"Yeah, me too. Just be patient. It will be so much fun when we come to that when..."

"I know I would come to that remarkably." Brett quips.

Eddy hits Brett with his free hand.
"Stop putting double meanings to everything I say!"

"You're making it too easy! Don't blame me when you keep leaving the door open."

"Come here. I'll rid you off your smart-ass words."
And Eddy does by pulling Brett into a tight embrace, kissing him breathless, caressing all parts of his body like there is no promise of taking it easy, no restriction or agreement.

Brett groans.
Fuck. What a tease!