Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

106) NSFW

There is nothing soft about Eddy's body against him. No boobs, no belly, just lean muscles and long limbs. And still. Still it's the best fit he's ever experienced. Who would have thought that the hard, naked torso of a man could be so arousing?
"It's not fair that I can't kiss you without straining my neck and-" Brett complains, but shuts up mid-sentence when Eddy pushes his boxers down to his knees. "Woah!"

"Shhh." Eddy shushes as he kisses the neck Brett was talking about. Brett feels him fumbling with his own shorts as well, quickly followed by the pressure of Eddy's soft skinned hardness between the crack in his bum.

Brett stills. "Eddy?" he asks anxiously, because what is Eddy planning to do there? He is willing to give up control, but if Eddy is going to do what he thinks he will, it is way too soon for that kind of trust. Or thrust if you will.

Eddy chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm not going to penetrate you. Not without proper preparation and even more importantly: talking." he says to clarify. "I told you we are going for intercrural sex today." Another kiss lands on Brett's earlobe. "Or 'thigh sex' as some people call it." he whispers huskily into said ear, making Brett shiver with the air flowing onto his eardrum.

Brett's eyes widen. "I've heard of that! Jeesh. Why use such a pompous description if there was an easier one all along?" Brett grumbles. "Never tried it myself, though." He adds, because be real. He never dared to ask his lovers when he was younger and with his last ex he can't even imagine how that would have been possible. No way she would have let that happen.

"Well, I've been thinking about it way too much since this morning. I was lying behind you, you know." To emphasise his words Eddy moves softly, pushing up and down, sliding his erection over the crack of Brett's bum. It's a strange feeling, certainly new, but definitely not bad.
"Now position your legs on top of each other." Eddy guides and helps Brett to align his legs until they are straight fixed together. "Yes. Like that. Last chance to back out, love. Are we doing this?"

Brett almost dies from the anticipation. For the first time in a very long time he is not afraid to experience something new like this. He wants his lover, in every way he will give himself. "For fuck sake, Eddy! Don't stall."

"Oh, God. Can't believe I'm doing this." Eddy says softly and before Brett can ask what, he feels Eddy's rigid length pushed between the gap of his thighs, as close to the top as possible. Eddy withdraws and pushes in again, rubbing his erection against Brett's balls when he does.

"Oh!" Brett calls.

Eddy pulls all the way out again and when he pushes in it is more slippery. After a few strokes, the movement becomes easier.
"Oh, fuck." Eddy grunts. "This is good."

Brett's heart jumps. He wasn't ready to hear Eddy say this in this thick Australian accent, the vowel stretched long.
"Yeah." Brett agrees. His balls start to tingle. It's a very nice feeling. Before he knows he's building at a steady pace Eddy is setting for them.

"Close your thighs a bit more?" Eddy asks and Brett does, pulling another deep grunt from his boyfriend, which is the most sexy thing. Will Eddy be able to feel the difference when he tightens and loosens the pressure of his thighs? He tenses his thighs, and judging by the acceleration of Eddy's breathing and the grunts he makes, he can. It makes him feel omnipotent. One hand flies to the back of Eddy's neck, intwines his fingers in the small hairs that grow on the bottom part of his skull and pulls him in. The other goes to the small of Eddy's waist and helps set the pace. He hollows his back in search of more friction. Although this is definitely sex and there is no eye contact, he has no trouble staying in the now. Surprisingly there are no dark clouds forming. It just feels incredibly good and when Eddy closes his hand around his erection he cries out for real.

"Eddy! Fuck."

A clumsy backward kiss on the corner of his mouth and Eddy speeds up his movements.
"God. You are so sexy." Eddy praises him. "Want me to move quicker?"

"God, yes!"
And Eddy does, hips and hand in a perfect rhythm. His mouth conquers the side of Brett's neck, a path of sharp kisses the way down to below his ear, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin before sinking them in and biting down hard, the contrasts in touch exhilarating. Does he know that Brett will marvel at the mark that will show later in the mirror?

Suddenly Eddy pulls out and stills.
"Fuck. I'm so close." he confesses, his breath uneven.

"Hell. Me fucking too." If Eddy won't stop moving his hand he will surely explode. He yearns to have him back before that happens, close, building them together. "Please, more." he almost begs. Since when is he the one who begs? At this point he doesn't care.

Eddy slides his hardness up and down between Brett's cheeks. It's slippery and nice and for the first time in his life Brett considers if he would really mind switching roles. It's like he's stepped outside of himself and has returned to find everything slightly rearranged. Before he can explore that thought any further he shouts out, because Eddy hooks his erection down and pushes it between Brett's legs again. There is no room for thinking when Eddy speeds up his movement on the both of them. Brett completely surrenders himself to the rhythm set by Eddy.

It's liberating to let himself go like this, giving up control, trusting when he is so vulnerable. He tries to hold on, not willing to give up on this feeling, but it is too much. Glorious all the same, but too damn much of everything. So it comes too soon for Brett's liking when the waves overtake him like a tsunami, his muscles contracting with the rhythm of his release and Eddy's hand strongly around him.
They moan in unison as Eddy follows the next heartbeat, panting, gradually slowing down to prolong their orgasms as long as possible, hesitant to let go of this moment. He tightens his embrace around Brett's torso.
Safe.
He'll always be safe in these arms.