Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

104) Waking

The door opens with a soft click, half waking Brett up. It takes a few seconds before his brain starts to function. With every breath he takes the fog clears up more, making room for the last night's memories to flood back in. His heartrate accelerates and his eyes fly open. Should he panic? Quickly he assesses his lessons learned: breathing and listing the things he can see. Okay. He's in his own room with someone behind and against him. He instantly knows it's Eddy. Eddy is safe. The anxiety lowers significantly. Check. It has to be morning because there is light that peeks through the curtains. That means that he survived the night without any extra nightmares. Check. His head is, not surprisingly, still throbbing. Check. And the door opened. He squints his eyes in the hope he can see who tries to peek in. Judging the silhouette and the way the door opened so softly, he is almost certain.

"Mase?" he asks quietly.
More light floods the room as Mason steps inside. He shuts the door as softly as he opened it and tiptoes towards the bed. He puts something on the nightstand and crouches down besides the bed close to Brett's head.

"Hey, mate." he whispers, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Think so?" Brett whispers back.

"I've got you some aspirin and water. Thought you might need it when waking up. Hope that's alright?"

Brett could kiss him. How does Mason always know what he needs?
"Thanks. I really do." he whispers gratefully. With care he manoeuvres his hand from under Eddy's and reaches out for the pill. He pops it in his mouth and Mason hands him a glass of water "Urg. My head is throbbing alright. You're a life-safer." He swallows the bitter pill quickly and downs the glass, but a soft groan behind him makes them both freeze. Mason smiles and puts his index finger on his lips. They wait a full ten seconds to see what happens. Eddy mumbles something incomprehensible but keeps on sleeping. Mason takes the glass out of Brett's hand carefully and Brett lays himself down in the spot he left seconds ago.

"Thanks, Mase."

"No worries." Mason replies almost inaudibly. "Hey, I'm leaving for lessons. The others are out as well. Food is in the kitchen." He turns as to get up, but changes his mind mid-movement and closes in again. "I'm fucking proud of you, Brett." He taps Brett's forehead with his index finger, gets up and tip-toes towards the door without waiting for Brett's answer.
Brett has no idea why he would deserve his praise but grins none the less.

Has it been an hour or maybe two when Brett opens his eyes again? He has no clue but what he does know, is that he's still in Eddy's comforting arms. Something is different from when he woke earlier though. It's the tone of the muscles in the arms wrapped around him that tells him that Eddy must be awake. Brett wonders if he's been watching him sleep.

"Hey, love." Eddy says from very near his head, his voice morning rough still.

"Hmmm?" Brett grabs Eddy's arms and wraps them more tightly around him.

Eddy chuckles. "Slept well?"

Brett thinks for a second before he answers. "Surprisingly: yes. Your merit, you know." Having Eddy close helped him significantly. The embrace in which he was held all night long was so warm and loving, it left no room for anxiety. How did he stumble upon someone as brilliant as Eddy? Does he deserve this man, after everything?
"You?" Brett asks, because how is he to address how he actually feels?

"I always love to sleep with you." Eddy says sweetly and kisses him on the cheek. "Although I must say that I prefer going to bed together over what happened last night."

Brett blushes. Last night. Can't they just forget about last night? After a full ten second he scrapes his throat. He has to say something about it. "Eddy. Sorr-"

"Do you know what triggered it?" Eddy interrupts. "Was it something I did or said?"

Brett hears the heavy meaning underneath. Wait a minute. Of course Eddy would think that. How could he be so stupid to forget about Eddy's insecurities?
"No, not at all!" he hurries to say. "I had a perfect time at your place. Very carefree as well." Brett sighs thinking back about that part of yesterday. "God, you dancing and the following sex was truly amazing. I guess I dropped my barriers too much because of it. Probably. And then I came home and Mason and Timo were there, making out, which was very cute by the way." He squeezes Eddy's hand. "But we talked and my ex came up and, well, I don't know what happened? It just came in harder than expected. Couldn't really clear my mind and went straight to sleep in the hope it would blow over."

"Hmm. I figured she had something to do with your nightmare."
Suddenly Brett realises that he didn't tell Eddy anything about why he was in such a wrecked state, when he came over. Before he can address it, Eddy is already asking about it.

"Do you remember your dream? Any of it?"

Of course he does. This kind of dreams always haunts him afterwards, for at least a couple of days. Brett shivers. "Mostly. It started all nice. You were there. We were dancing at the Club. It was all fun. And then, suddenly, you turned into B." He leaves out all the other details. He wants to forget, not to relive the panic he felt. It is difficult enough as it is not to slip back into it right this minute.

It takes a second, but then Eddy chortles. "Well, I may have some feminine characteristics, but I'm never gonna be a woman."

And that's it: The air lifts with the banter and Brett breathes in the relief.
"That's one aspect that I like about you." Brett quips back and scoots closer, back to torso, maximizing their points of contact. He chuckles when he feels something hard. "Just like this one. That's some morning-wood you're sporting there."

"Hmm? You think this is morning wood? Okay. That's cute." Eddy hums as he kisses the top of his head.