Play!

CXXXIV

Brett didn’t know how they got from Eddy listening to him playing the passage which had bothered him to them full on making out against the tiny window sill of the tiny practice room window. The blinds were down and the room was located on the third floor, luckily because yeah, there was no doubt anyone looking in would freaking see that what was going on inside was definitely not practicing, or not practicing music, for that matter.
“Mhhmm”, Eddy hummed, his hands venturing up Brett’s back again, leaving goosebumps and tingles on their way and eliciting a semi-loud moan from the smaller. He opened his mouth further, making room for the fiery dance their tongues were very invested in. How was it possible for a guy to taste like… like this? Oh, it was heaven and Eddy must have been an angel, a gift or temptation flown down from above to test if Brett was gonna keep his sanity in his presence, which was a real struggle at the moment.

Eddy’s lips left Brett’s to place themselves on his probably quite distinctive violin hickey. Brett’s knees buckled, his body weight making the window sill creak. 
“God, I could kiss you forever!”, the being driving Brett crazy meant. 
“Shit! Eddy…”, Brett grunted, closed his eyes while trying hard to keep himself upright. 
“You know how goddamn sexy you look when you play?”
No comment since Brett was busy getting enough oxygen into his system. Eddy’s lips wandered further down to Brett’s collarbone, making Brett’s breathing hitch and his fingers clench Eddy’s hair.
“Fuck! Oh, god… Eddy.”
A small chuckle against sensitive skin and Eddy’s mouth was on Brett’s again, letting Brett force it open and claim what he desired. Brett’s hand moved from Eddy’s hair down his neck all the way to the small of his back where it pulled his love against him, increasing the heat and intensity while his other hand stroked over the lovely swell of Eddy’s chest and down to the hem of his shirt. Eddy inhaled sharply and pressed himself even more against Brett, the creaking sound underneath Brett’s bum reaching an alarming decibel count.

Was it because they had been holding back the whole morning and it was their first kiss today? Or was it simply because Eddy was a natural at this, bewitching Brett so he got all hot and greedy? Greedy for more closeness, more kisses, more Eddy… 
“Eddy…”
“Mhmm…”
“Eddy… I think this…thing… will break”, Brett meant eventually in-between kisses. 
“Gonna pay for repairs with my scholarship.”
Brett sniggered against Eddy’s lips before the other pulled away a bit, leaving both of them with sweaty foreheads and heavy breathing. 
“You were playing?”, he asked cheekily. Brett laughed. 
“Yeah, I actually was. What do you think?”
“Of you? That you’re an incredibly good kisser, damn!”
“Nah, dumbass!” Brett’s flat hand slapped Eddy’s chest. “The passage.”
“Oh, this? Sounds good. Clean enough for now.”
“So not perfect.”
“Of course not. So you have something to improve and work on during this week.”
Brett shook his head, amused, as Eddy took a step back. “No but seriously, it does sound great. It’s such a tricky part and you’re nailing it.”
“And what can I do to improve it?” He picked up his violin, ready to get some prodigy advice before they both had to hurry to the concert hall again.

It worked, breaking the run apart into smaller pieces and playing it in dotted rhythm, a method Brett actually knew and had used many times but somehow forgot to try before Eddy told him to. He was quite happy with the run-through and so were the conductors, praising Brett and the orchestra after the last note of the concerto had reverberated through the hall. The orchestra was to rehearse Mahler after a short break but Brett had the rest of the afternoon to himself to practice for which he was quite grateful for. There were less than six days left until the concert and as Eddy had said, there were still things he needed to polish.

“God! I’m beat!”, he groaned while stepping out the building into the warm, humid evening. Eddy patted his shoulder empathetically. 
“‘Course! After all this playing? You need some relaxation time asap!”
“Wanna practice some more this evening. Will you join me?”
A frown appeared between Eddy’s brows. “You sure? You played quite a lot today. Don’t you wanna take it easy?”
“It has to be perfect on Saturday though! So nah, no time to slack off.”
“You sound like me two weeks ago”, Eddy meant. Nathan laughed.
“It doesn’t need to be perfect”, Cole next to Brett threw in in a nonchalant tone, “It probably won’t be anyways.”
Eddy nodded. “Cole’s right. Just play!”
All the heads of their little group turned to Eddy. 
“Who are you and what have you done with Eddy Chen?”, Brett said incredulously and was met with a shrug and snicker. 
“I know. I can’t believe I’m saying this either but it’s what you taught me, Brett. Just have fun and play. Of course it’s a high pressure situation and I understand you want to impress the judges and a whole audience. Maybe some press people will be there too, since it’s a competition prize concerto.”
“Way to put on pressure, man”, Brett deadpanned.
“It’s good that you want to work on stuff. Just, don’t overwork yourself, all right?”
“Chen’s right, man”, Nathan joined in the conversation, “Can’t play if you injure yourself, right? And we played like, what, eight hours today?”
“Add lunch break. He did more”, Eddy pointed a thumb at Brett. 
“Exactly! So haaaveee fuuuun!”
Brett raised both brows at Nathan. “It’s Monday evening.”
“Exactly! Fuuuuuuun!”, Brett’s friend doubled over and earned laughter from the others.
“Nah guys, raincheck, alright? Really have to get my shit together!”
Nathan was having none of that. “But you need to eat and we can still convince you at dinner! So off we go!” 
And like this, Brett was dragged along to a restaurant nearby, Nathan’s arm around his shoulder and Eddy and Cole at their heels.