Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

124) NSFW

And that's it, Eddy can't take it anymore.

He wraps his arms around Brett's neck and pulls their lips together, the following kiss hungry and ferocious. Brett slides his fingers in Eddy's hair, pulling the strands and massaging his skull, angling Eddy's head so he can deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing together. Soon Eddy feels lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but he would rather pass out than break them apart. He vaguely decides to invest in learning circular breathing when Brett finally pulls them apart, only to latch himself on Eddy's neck like a leech, sucking hard. The bruise will probably stand out for weeks. A reminder of what happened every time he'll look into a mirror. For everyone he meets to see he's taken.

"Brett!"

Brett lets go of Eddy's neck, pushing his fingers under his shirt and lifting it all up to his neck so he can focus on the pink dot underneath. He laps at the quickly hardening nipple like it's some sort of candy.
"Eddy. Please?" he asks while his hands roam over Eddy's sides, the caress just this right side of too ticklish. He nips at the sensitive dot before licking it soothingly.
He asked 'Please". But what does he mean with that exactly?

"What do you want?" Eddy asks after a few frantic beats from his heart, his breath hitching under the constant battering of Brett's mouth and hands.

"You." Brett doesn't hesitate. "I want you. With all you can or want to give me."
Finally he lets the now red dot go and kisses a trail from Eddy's nipple to his belly button, dipping his tongue in the dent, pulling a shiver from his toes to his messed up hair. As Brett wants to proceed down Eddy's happy trail, Eddy pulls him up.

"Kiss." he mumbles.
Mouth on mouth, Brett's fingers entangled in Eddy's hair, they find the best position to deepen the open mouthed kisses to a new level so new that Eddy sees stars. Eddy plucks at Brett's clothes in order to get rid of them.

"Get... on... top of me." Eddy manages between kisses and Brett pushes himself on top while Eddy pulls his still soaking wet t-shirt over his head, the tears he shed forgotten for now. Eddy can't get over the fact that the world looks so different in such a short time span. As their naked torso's touch each other they both let out a heartfelt groan.

Brett pushes himself up mere centimetres so he can reach for Eddy's jeans. He fumbles with the button and zipper and pushes the trousers just below his bottom, his underwear following the same path in an instant. He feels bereft when Brett has to get up for a short moment to drag the clothes from his legs but as soon as he throws them from the bed he's back on top again. Now Eddy follows Brett's example in a heartbeat, hot and flustered, unfastening Brett's jeans with lightspeed, pushing them down, and slotting them tightly together by wrapping his legs around him.

"So. Good." he mumbles against Brett's neck as he bucks up. Brett lets out a satisfying groan and pushes down even harder, the friction as intense as possible. Eddy rises his hips to meet every downward thrust Brett gives him, finding their rhythm together quickly.

"So. Fucking. Good." Brett emphasizes every word with a thrust and bends over to kiss again.
"Oh, God. I won't last."

"Then don't." Eddy tightens his arms around Brett's torso. "Have me. Love me. Never leave me."

Is it the words that make Brett topple over the edge? Maybe, because he loses control directly after, groaning his release, dragging Eddy right with him. Brett sags against him, breathing heavily, eyelids hooded.

"Woah." Brett breathes as in wonder.

"Yeah."

Brett slides to the side to give Eddy much needed breathing space. "Woah." he says again. "That was... Holy fuck."

Eddy looks at him. Oh how he loves his post-orgasmic face: his cheeks rosy, his hair wetly sticking on his forehead, eyes shining like made of diamonds. To know that he is the one who made that happen makes him feel so powerful. Maybe he's not the best violinist in the world, but he is the one looking at his blissed out face. What could he possibly want more?

Maybe a shower?
Eddy chuckles.

"Hmm?" Brett asks sleepily.

"Get a shower with me?" Eddy ask.

"Always." Brett drags himself up and pulls Eddy against him.
Brett kisses him gently on his lips and Eddy realises that they are all sensitive and puffy because of the extensive kissing they did before.

The shower is warm and hot, the cascading water rinsing not only soil and sweat, but also washing some of the fear away. Who is able to think anyway when your hot, sexy boyfriend is standing belly to back behind you, washing all your sensitive areas like it's his purpose in life? Especially when said boyfriend has to wash you again, after he jerked you off while his own hard-on climaxed between your butt cheeks. After all that Eddy can only conclude that Brett at least loves his body.
Once the water is turned off Eddy feels heavy, sleep creeping up to him savagely. He hasn't slept much in days, now that his body is out of the adrenaline he crashes to the point he is barely able to stand upright. He vaguely notices that Brett sits him on the toilet seat and rubs his hair dry, keeping him from falling over. How he got to the bed he will never remember, but he must have managed somehow, because he collapses gratefully onto the mattrass and cuddles up to Brett. He is asleep before Brett has even pulled the covers over them.