Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

111) soft NSFW

Brett lifts his head to seal their lips. It only takes his hand on the back of Eddy's hair, pulling him in and deepening the kiss, to extract a moan out of the other that goes straight to his abdomen, filling it with frisky butterflies.

"God, I love kissing you." He whispers, breathing against the soft, pink lips and closing in again with urgency. Eddy's hands rest on his waist, slotting them together tightly. Brett's pants get tighter instantly. Does Eddy know what he is doing? If not, he should stop before it's too late and Brett has to excuse himself to the bathroom.

"Eddy?" Brett's question muffled into Eddy's mouth.

Eddy sighs and lets go, leaning his forehead against Brett's.
"Thanks, love. I truly appreciate that you stepped forward to get me an audition." Eddy's breath is so close Brett can taste him. "No matter how worked up and anxious I'll get and probably fail to get in-" Brett feels the backwards roll of Eddy's eyes more than he can see it, "- I will cherish the chance I got because you went out of your way for me."

"Oh, I didn't really-" Brett starts, but two long fingers pressed on his lips make him stop.

"Don't play it down. I know you were very averse of me playing in your orchestra when we met. So it means a lot to me that you are willing to give me a shot. You must have persuaded so many people to let it turn out like this." Eddy squeezes Brett's waist softly.
Brett feels the heat behind his cheeks, because of course that is exactly how it went. Does Eddy really know he had to talk to every single person in his orchestra, showing footage of Eddy playing and telling everybody what a fantastic violinist he is before they were willing to let him audition at the last moment? It's good that talking and charming everybody is Brett's second nature, but if Eddy wasn't the violinist that he is they wouldn't have let him, no matter how convincing he tried to be. When he opens his mouth to say so, Eddy beats him to it.

"Take a compliment when it's well deserved." Eddy says honestly, his hand back on his hack again, tightening his arms in another squeeze.

Brett swallows and nods, foreheads together still.
"Thanks." he decides.

"I'm feeling a lot better now. Don't know how you managed that so quickly, but I am. I am looking forward to it actually." There is wonder seeping through in Eddy's voice. "You are amazing."
Eddy shifts and pulls Brett on top of him, his hands sliding under Brett's shirt. Their lips touch and Eddy's tongue darts out to push Brett's lips open. Brett obliges willingly and their tongues start a heated dance. Eddy's cool hands resting on the small of Brett's back are a contrast to the heat raging inside Brett's body and when Eddy pushes them closer, the bulge in Brett's pants becomes painfully bigger. Eddy surely must be noticing it.

"Eddy?!" he warns, "Be careful now. You're igniting things you might not want?" Another flick of Eddy's tongue and Brett can barely think straight anymore, wondering why he even asked and didn't simply follow his hormones yet.

A buck upwards and Brett feels that Eddy's jeans are just as tight as his own.
"Oh, I want this." Eddy whispers.

"Yeah?" Brett asks huskily, quickly taking his glasses off and putting them on the nightstand he can just reach. Better not get them on the floor again to get squashed again.

"Oh hell yeah." And after another buck he whispers into Brett's ear. "Love? Take control this time? Please?"

That's something Eddy doesn't have to say twice. Brett loves control. But how far is he allowed to take it? He doesn't want to mess up the schedule Eddy set for them.
"How far can I go?" he decides to ask while he sucks a mark right below Eddy's ear, licking and kissing his way down to Eddy's collarbone.

"Ah!" Eddy's breath hitches, all of the words clearly stripping from him.
Brett looks up to see that Eddy's pupils have dilated fully, his mouth hanging slightly open, chest rising up and down to be able to get enough oxygen in his system. Brett scoots up and sits himself right behind Eddy's bulge. He takes a deep breath before he pushes Eddy's shirt up and when Eddy lifts his torso from the bed he pulls it right off of him. Brett regards Eddy lying beneath him. He traces the svelte body wedged between his legs from the pale skin on his torso with his dark, pink nipples, to the fine muscled arms and long neck, slightly darker because the sun reaches those parts, to the slender waist where his hands rest upon.

"Fucking beautiful." Brett murmurs as he bends down to lap at one of the pink nobs, making Eddy squirm under him. Brett's hand tugs at Eddy's belt. He looks up and when the conformational nod comes he opens Eddy's jeans quickly, releasing the strain from Eddy's already damp underwear. Eddy groans deeply, his hand on Brett's buckle before Brett realises, freeing him in a smooth movement as well. Brett gets off Eddy and within a whirlwind of seconds both of their trousers are on the floor and Brett is on top of Eddy again, grinding slowly, mouths feverishly together, hands in each other's hair.

"Fuck, Eddy." Brett says, apparently his words only existing out of expletives now.

Eddy slides a hand between them, pushing first his own and then Brett's underwear down.