Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

86) NSFW

Eddy turns them and pushes Brett up against the door. His hands are at Brett's hips and his mouth splits open in a crooked smirk. Brett sees the lights shimmer in Eddy's eyes and wonders what he's up to. The last time he said he wanted to try something, things went not that well at first. Is heart flutters in his chest.

Eddy locks their foreheads, but doesn't touch lips. He hovers there, just a breath away. It takes seconds before he moves, the air scorching hot with anticipation. Brett wonders whether if he can lean in, or whether he should be patient. But before he can decide, Eddy nips at Brett's lower lip, grazing his teeth on it, pulling a yelp out of Brett, muffled by the kiss that follows.
"Do you know what I want?" Eddy says then, his voice so low and so hot that it burns right through Brett's solar plexus, right into his core.

"What?" Brett's shivers. He has to focus hard to hang onto his senses with Eddy talking in this sexy voice.

"I want," Eddy says huskily, "to do the absolute last thing I'm supposed to be doing if I hold myself to my own words."
Eddy moves his mouth to the side of Brett's neck, to the spot below his ear that is always a bit darker because of his violin. For a moment Eddy just breathes against it, making Brett's neck hairs standing up. He kisses the spot hard, nipping it slightly with his teeth. It'll probably leave a mark. He doesn't care.

Brett shudders with anticipation. "Then do it, sweetheart."

"No. Not yet. But I will make it good for you." Eddy says and leans in to kiss him, open-mouthed and eager. When he breaks contact, he palms Brett's cheeks, and forces him to look at him. "Listen up, my love. You will do exactly what I tell you to. And you will trust me, because, like you told me, I'm making you the man you want to be." His next smile is almost wicked, "And in a moment I'll make you want to scream my name in pleasure."

Brett's eyes grow large. Eddy emits so much confidence now, no trace of the insecurity he sometimes has. it's rather intoxicating.
"You would want to, but you can't scream." Eddy whispers huskily. "Because, you see? The men outside this room aren't allowed to hear you. Your moans are only for me. You are mine-" Eddy nips Brett's earlobe, his teeth pulling it slightly, "and mine alone. Got that?"

Brett is quite 'getting it' already. "Okay." he says, his voice dropping an octave.

"Okay, what?" Eddy demands, just mere inches away.

"Okay, sweetheart?" Bett tries. He must have answered rightly, because the endearment earns him another bruising kiss. When they part he can almost taste blood. "Oo-oh," Brett's legs almost give way. If it wasn't for Eddy who pins him softly to the door by his hips, he would slide down. Brett simpers. Holy shit. Giving up control like this might not be so bad. He shivers again when he feels Eddy's breath close to his ear.

"I will do what I want and you will follow my lead."

Eddy pulls at Brett's waistband and strokes the front once, hard and firm. Brett didn't expect that, so he squeaks. It's a manly squeak, but a squeak none the less.
"Hush." Eddy warns. "You want me?" he asks huskily.

"Obviously" Brett proceeds, because there is no escaping his erection, pressing hard against his jeans.

"Cool." Eddy pulls his shirt off in one movement, and for a second Brett can worship Eddy's toned belly, until his vision is suddenly taken by Eddy pulling Brett's shirt over his head in turn. When he can look again, Eddy is looking him up and down, more dirtily than Brett has never seen anyone do.

"Okay. Now watch me. Don't take your eyes from me."

As if Brett could. He doesn't know what got into Eddy, but he's so here for it, he wouldn't dare to disrupt it.
Eddy slides down, his eyes fixed on Brett's. He runs his hands over his chest, waist, and when he finds the waistband of his pants, the button, the zipper, the elastic of his underwear, he drags it down. Brett step out of them very eagerly. Eddy's hands are everywhere, stroking his legs up and down, kneading his butt cheeks firmly and so sexily that he has a hard time not to whimper.
"Tell me what you want," Eddy demands, their eyes never losing connection.

Brett hesitates. He knows what he wants. He definitely knows what he wants when Eddy's mouth is so close to his lower half, his breath like a whisper on his hard-on. But what if he gets into a panic attack again? He contemplates a second, trying to analyze the situation, but then he sees this sexy man on his knees before him, looking up at him through his eyelashes, his eyes burning with fire, mesmerizing and enchanting, and instantly Brett knows he won't listen to any other reason than that he wants this. Wants him, more than anything.

"Holy fuck." Brett whispers to the eyelashes. He won't be able to hold back, not even to save his life. To hell with the consequences. He swallows.
"Blow me." he says without further hesitation.

"Nuh-uh." Eddy shakes his head sideways, grinning deviously. "Say the magic word." he says sternly, but his smile shows that he is pleased with himself.

"Oh, God." Brett simpers. "Please?"

Eddy breathes on Brett deliberately, pulling another shiver out of him. He wants this. Badly.
"Oh, yes! Please!"

"Good boy. Now keep looking at me." Eddy orders, pushing his feet apart so he can get more comfortable between his legs.

Brett looks at this beautiful man he may call his and shivers once more. Not from cold, but from anticipation. Oh, this is going to be good. Eddy blows softly at the tip and then without further ado takes him in his mouth. He swallows around him up till the root and everything goes very hazy, very quickly.

"Jesus." he hisses as he keeps looking down into Eddy's eyes, his mouth on him still. He registers faintly that if Eddy does that one more time he'll black out, or blow, or both, for sure.

It's as if Eddy knows and he sets a very slow pace, getting him on the brink of climaxing, but carefully not pushing him over it.
"Holy fuck, Eddy." Brett stammers, his vocabulary apparently now only consisting of expletives.
When Eddy deepthroats him again, Brett pushes his fingers into Eddy's hair so he doesn't completely lose reality.
"Fucking hell. So hot." he grits and pushes himself into that devilishly hot mouth that is eagerly sucking him down. Eddy's twirls around him and sucks hard at every retreat he does. Everything starts to tingle, a tsunami approaches. There is no doubt that it's going to consume him whole. Brett closes his eyes to absorb the feeling of coming waves and then slams his head back against the door to prevent him from screaming.