Brett hadn’t been nervous beforehand. Of course not. He had no reason to be. There were no feelings there. As the recording started, he wasn’t nervous either. Of course not. There was no reason to be.
He could feel his heart thump in his chest as they walked down the short corridor. He heard Eddy speak, but he didn’t hear his words. Not nervous. No feelings. Not towards Eddy anyway. It was just a skit. And as they began playing, he wasn’t nervous. Don't look up at him. Only a small glance, that made the thumping in his chest skip a beat and his cheeks feel warm. No nerves.
He straightened up. They had finished playing. Time for his line. He felt out of breath. Act casual, deep breath.
“English.”
He felt the warmth of Eddy’s hand, gentle on his neck, yet decidedly pulling him in. Brett moved willingly, tilting his head, closing his eyes.
Eddy’s breath smelled vaguely of coffee and vanilla. He felt it fan softly over his lips. Nervous. Shivering. Excited.
Excited?
And as they pulled away, there was a moment between them. Barely the length of a heartbeat, but long enough to know.
And now Brett was nervous. More nervous than he had ever been.
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TSV oneshots
FanfictionI guess it'll be a collection of oneshots about the boys No trigger warnings are given for the stories for any of the stories, only "nsfw"-warnings. This is to avoid spoiling the story for those who do not require trigger warnings. If you have speci...
