Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

112) NSFW

Eddy breathes deeply in. Yes, he wants this. More than anything he wants to let Brett feel that he loves him and that he is grateful for his meddling. Not that he is confident about the audition all of a sudden, but he'll be damned if he won't do his utmost best.
For Brett.
For himself.
For a chance to play in an orchestra.
Is that even possible again? God knows that every thought he spends thinking about being in an orchestra the panic rises to an unhealthy level. It's so frustrating. He's been trained to play on that stage. He has been on stage! And he has enjoyed it. So why the suffocating feeling when he even thinks about it?
Not that his mind is working straight at this particular moment, because it's quite difficult thinking of anything when your skin is on fire beneath the tangible lips of a man very good at igniting it.
As Eddy pushes Brett's underwear down, thinking about orchestras suddenly seems even more absurd. A deep moan leaves his throat when Brett's soft skin touches his own and Eddy presses his head deeply into the cushion. Brett moves slowly up and down, grinding them together. Oh, this feeling! Is there anything better? Of course there is one way to be even more close than this, but will they go for that last step today? Shouldn't it be Eddy that initiates that particular last step? Now Brett is in control, like Eddy explicitly asked him. Let's face it: last time they tried, things went downhill fast and one meltdown is enough for one day.
Another grind upwards and a kiss in Eddy's neck makes him question all former decisions of abstaining. Brett sucks hard at the hollow of Eddy's neck, lapping and kissing his way to his ear, administering a small bite at the flesh of his sensitive earlobe and Eddy is barely coherent at this point.
Eddy's breath catches and he lets out another groan that he would normally be embarrassed to make, but now doesn't give a damn about. He presses Brett as close as possible, his hands on the small of Brett's back, intensifying the friction between them. It's so satisfying to hear Brett grunt because of such a small action. Brett's hands are on him, demanding and urgent, just like his kisses that leave him breathless. Brett must have been holding back the last times they were physical and Eddy had the reigns, because this Brett on top of him, claiming him with his hands, mouth and body is more like the sure-of-himself playboy he first met at the Club. Although definitely much sweeter.

"God, Eddy. What do you do to me?"

Eddy tries to chuckle but as Brett slides down, leaving a trail of kisses until he finds Eddy's hard nob on the right and laps at it, it's more like a whimper that leaves his lips.
"Brett-" he begs, tugging at a strand of dark hair because this is about on the edge of what he can handle as far as tickling goes.

"I know, sweetheart-" Brett murmurs at the hard, red nob. "- but I just love your nipples." A last lap and he moves down, dipping his tongue into Eddy's navel, swirling it around the edge and dipping in the hollow. Eddy can't help but push up against the mouth on him, urging him on, his hard erection now pressing up at Brett's abdomen. When Brett moves down, but Eddy knows he'll blow instantly if Brett closes his mouth around him. Eddy's hands fly into Brett's hair, grabbing the dark strands hard and dragging him upwards.

"Too... hot. Can't... don't..." The words are not forming a coherent sentence, but Brett seems to guess what he tries to say and smiles.

"Too much?" he asks deviously, but thankfully scoots up. Eddy nods. Brett crashes their mouths together, hot and feverish. "Oh, Eddy." he sighs between kisses, "Oh, how I would like to fuck you into oblivion." he leans their foreheads together, rubbing their noses Eskimo style as he turns his head from side to side, catching his breath, "But I'll settle for this."
A devious smile and Eddy cries out when Brett closes his small hand around the both of them. It barely even fits around them, but when he starts moving up and down stars erupt behind Eddy's eyes and he flings his arms around Brett's shoulders, pressing his head into his neck. Up, down and Eddy knows it will not take long for the both of them to reach their climaxes, Brett's member already weeping and pulsing in tune with the administered friction.

"Tighter." Eddy begs, pushing up into the hand holding him. "Faster. Please!"
Once, twice... The climax rushes over him like a tsunami, sweeping him of his feet to a space that must be close to the Elysian fields, intensifying even more when he hears Brett deep grunt and feels him pulsing as well, mixing their fluids together between their bellies. It seems to last forever and only seconds, time rushing and standing still at the same time. After timeless moments, Brett loosens his grip around them and slumps down on top of Eddy.

"Holy fuck." Brett pants besides his ear. "That was... epic." he manages between breaths. "Just. Epic."

"Yeah. Totally agree on that." Eddy manages barely, the weight of Brett on him, his chest heaving up and down. He is suddenly very sleepy, his eyes falling shut. Everything has been so intense this evening. In the distance he hears Brett ask if he's sleepy. He tries to put an arm around Brett's waist, but it just flops to the side. There is a chuckle somewhere. A whisper beside his ear "I'll get you cleaned up and then go wash myself, alright?" and he must have agreed or something, because the weight is lifted from his chest, making him feel bereft of the warm body, but grateful for the more easy way to breathe. Within seconds his breathing becomes slower and more even, and he drifts off into sleep.