Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

105) Intercu-what?

Brett blushes. If it isn't morning wood, what does it mean?
"Yeah?"

"I know we are talking about heavy stuff, but I've been awake for some time now. And listen." Eddy tightens his embrace. "'I'm in bed with a super-hot man besides me, dressed in only a shirt and some boxers, and you expect me to not react?'"

Brett frowns. Why is Eddy saying this like he's reading something out loud. It has a very familiar ring to it. Suddenly he remembers.
"Wait a minute! You're stealing my line!" He said exactly this to Eddy when they woke up after that dreadful night when Eddy felt so insecure about himself that he had to throw up into a bin outside de Club. Now somehow the roles are reversed and Eddy is using his words. Eddy chuckles softly. That cheeky bastard!

"That's it, isn't it?!" Brett jabs his elbow between Eddy's ribs, not hard, but hard enough to make Eddy go 'Oompf'. Eddy is laughing all the same. That's it: He will get that smug grin off his face and tickle him to death. Brett chuckles deviously, tries to turn and jab a finger in Eddy's waist, but Eddy foresees his plan and holds him tight so he can't do anything but squirm. He tries to break free, really putting effort in it, but can't escape the grip. After a minute of wrestling and giggling, he stops abruptly. Wow. He suddenly realises he's not freaking out like he normally would, actually okay with Eddy limiting his actions. It's almost unsettling. Somewhere in his body he can feel that things have changed overnight. Not just things. He has changed.

Eddy squeezes him softly. "You okay?" he ask cautiously.

"I'm okay. Very okay actually." he answers in wonder.

Eddy must have been holding his breath when Brett stopped moving, afraid he was spiralling, because he breathes out heavily. "Thank God. Was afraid I'd lost you for a moment. I forgot."

"Sorry, I had you worried." He buries against Eddy once more to comfort him and feels the distinct bump against his lower back. Should he? Brett wiggles one of his hands free and reaches behind him very slowly, his fingers searching. When he touches Eddy's underwear, Eddy's breath hitches.

"Don't, love." Eddy warns in a very low and husky voice, his hand on Brett's so that it has to stop its search. "If you touch that now, I don't know what I'll do."

"What do you want to do then?" Brett teases. How amazing is it that even after seeing him in such a dark place last night, Eddy is still looking at him like this?

"Fuck, Brett. Don't tease. I can't. You've just woken up after..." Eddy doesn't finish his sentence when a stray finger rubs against his now very tight boxer.

"I know. Let's replace that fucked up dream with something good. Please?" He could really use some tension relief. To make his point clear, he cups his now free hand around the bulge.

Eddy groans. "Shit. I can't. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Bullshit." Brett strains his neck to be able to look backwards. With some difficulty he can see Eddy's face. "Listen. I want to go on more than anything. So I'll ask again: What do you want to do?"
Eddy has been the one to control their intimacy with his steps, so no matter how he wishes that they could go straight to the last step, he'll stick to what Eddy wands and follow his schedule. It's been working so far, but he is desperate to go further.

Their eyes link together, the familiar electricity crackling between them immediately. Eddy's are blown dark and he licks his lips involuntarily. After a full few seconds weighing him, Eddy takes a deep breath. "Ever heard of intercrural sex?" he inquires shyly.

Brett thinks for a second, but has no idea whatsoever. Not for the first time he wonders how it is possible that he has had so many bedpartners, more than Eddy, but that Eddy always seems to be the most experienced of the two of them.
"No?" Brett admits reluctantly.

"No?" Eddy pushes his nose into his hair and sniffs. "Want me to show you?"

"Uhm..." Is he really going to give the reigns to Eddy again when he has no idea what will happen? It's scary, but a small voice in his head Brett has never heard yet, tells him it will be okay. That he will be okay. He will trust Eddy once more. Brett wiggles his bum against Eddy in confirmation, making Eddy groan involuntarily. "Yes, please."

"Okay. Promise me you'll tell me if you don't like it or start spiralling." Eddy demands, his voice strangled because he's clearly holding back.
Brett is quiet for a moment. Because how can he promise that when it always happens so quickly?
"No. Let me rephrase that." Eddy says, once he sees Brett's hesitation. "Tell me the second you're getting anxious. Okay?"
Now that is something he can promise, although he has the weirdest feeling that he won't have to. That small voice is stronger now, like it knows something Brett doesn't yet. So he nods.
Eddy scrapes his teeth over Brett's neck softly, pulling a shiver out of him. Oh! He likes the sensation of Eddy's teeth on his skin.

"Eddy? What is inter..., eh, intercrurur-?"

Eddy chuckles. "Intercrural sex? I'll tell you when you promise me. Otherwise we won't do this."

Brett yields and nods again. "Okay. I'll do my very best. Alright? Now, please?" Because Eddy's mouth on him is very distracting, in a very good way, so he very much wants to move on. He turns as far as Eddy allows and kisses him on the side of his mouth.

A deep grunt rises from Eddy's throat. "Your wish is my command."
He pushes Brett's t-shirt up and when Brett lifts himself a bit, Eddy pulls the shirt over his head. Eddy's own shirt is off in a second as well. He turns Brett to his side again and burrows behind him. "Skin against skin is the best." he murmurs and he nips the side of Brett's neck, soothing the teeth marks with a kiss afterwards. Brett has goosebumps running over his arms and legs. Eddy talking like this, his voice gone husky and dark with lust, taking control, is the most sexy thing ever. Brett's heartrate isn't the only thing rising.