Brett and Eddy: One Shot Imagines

Talk

[blurb: Brett and Eddy can't sleep. The night drones on.]

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Brett P.O.V.

It's a cold night. I hate cold nights. Eddy and I spent all day filming, discussing video ideas, and responding to e-mails. Logically speaking, exhaustion should help me fall asleep. But it's a cold night. And I hate cold nights.

Eddy shifts, and rolls away from me. I immediately miss his body heat, and just his body in general. I roll on my side and spoon him, my arm snaking around his torso. I pull him close, his back on my chest.

"Brett," he said softly, "I can't sleep."

A sigh of relief escaped me, "Me neither."

He turns to face me, careful not to escape my hold. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

I shook my head, "I think that will wake me up more."

He nodded, "Yeah.. not the best idea." He inched closer, I could feel his breath tickle my skin, "So what do we do then?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I'm so tired, I can't even think."

He sighed as he moved to bury his face in the crook of my neck, "Same. And it's cold."

I pull him away to look into his eyes, "I could get another blanket. Or a comforter?"

He shook his head, "Nah. You're warm enough." he said, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body on mine.

I tried to ignore the warmth that was spreading in my chest because it was the wrong kind of warm for tender moments like this. I clear my throat and try to move so that our bodies weren't completely pressed together.

"Hey," he said softly, "You know what we can do?"

"Hm?" was all I could manage as I do my best to stop thinking indecent thoughts.

He pulled away slowly, escaping my hold as he sat up, "Talk." He said, turning on the lamp on our nightstand.

I sit up as well, desperate to hide what was going on with my lower body. "Talk? About what?"

He shrugged, "I don't know.. Stuff. We don't talk about stuff anymore."

I raise an eyebrow, "We talk all the time. We're always together, and we're always talking."

He pouted and crossed his arms before moving to sit in front of me. "Well, okay. We can start with that. Do you ever get tired of it?"

I let out a breath, at least talking would help distract me. "Tired of what? Being with you?"

He nodded, "Yeah. I mean, we're always always always together. On top of that, we live together now. Do you ever just miss being away from me?"

I shake my head, "No way." I say without hesitation. "You've always been a big part of my life. Even before everything. Besides, living with you? It's the best. I could never get tired of just being with you."

He blushed, "You mean that?"

I nodded, "Of course I do. I seriously don't know what my life would be without you. And no, I don't want to think about it, even hypothetically."

He moved closer, our knees were touching. "Okay. I believe you. And I feel the same."

I laughed, "Is that how this is going to be? I say corny stuff and you just ditto?"

He slapped my leg, "No. Okay, you know what? We'll take turns. You ask me next. What do you want to know?"

I scratch the back of my head, letting my mind think of something. There's nothing to ask, really. So maybe something random. Like what?

"When did you know that you wanted to finally move in with me?" I asked, ignoring the stupidity and shallowness of the question.

He seemed surprised but he smiled anyway, "The moment you asked, I wanted to say yes."

My eyes widened, "That's not true! No way! I asked you three months ago, and you just said yes two weeks ago."

He laughed, "I wanted to say yes at once, of course. But I had to think about it. Moving in together is such a big step for us. I know we've been dating for a little over a year, but I had no idea you wanted to move in already. I thought it was going to be much later, like maybe five years or something."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Hey. If that's how you felt, then you should've told me. I wasn't forcing you to move in, I was just asking."

He reached forward, cupping my cheek, "Calm down. I'm glad I moved in. I'm glad you asked. I'm glad I didn't have to wait so long for you to ask."

I let out a breath and touched the hand that held my cheek, "I see. Okay. I'm sorry I overreacted. I guess I'm just too tired to comprehend much this time of night."

He laughed before retrieving his hand, "You're so silly. Next question.." he rested his head on his hand as he was thinking, "What's your favorite part of living with me?"

"The closeness." I say at once, as if my mind knew what the question was going to be before even hearing it.

His face went from pale to pink in a matter of seconds, "Meaning?" he asked, gesturing with his hand for me to explain myself.

"Meaning I love being right there when you need me. I love having you there when I need you. There's no distance keeping us apart. And even if we have to spend the day away from each other, we always come back home to be together again. That's the best part of living with you. That's why I asked you to move in with me." The words fell from my mouth before I could check if they sounded corny. But that's just how it always is with Eddy.

He covered his face with his hands, "You say the cheesiest things!" he exclaimed before dropping his hands to his lap. "Ask me something now."

A smile made its way to my lips, "Do you remember our first time?"

His already blushing face went even redder, "What do you mean? Our first date? First kiss? First... Oh." He covered his face with his hands again before nodding, "Of course I remember!" he exclaimed, pressing his hands harder on his face, "What kind of question is that!?"

I laughed before leaning forward, making the space between us evaporate. I take his hands into mine as I leaned in, "I was just curious." I said before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Much to my surprise, he leaned forward and reconnected our lips. He pushed forward and pressed himself on me, like he did earlier. Only this time, I could feel his urgency for more than just cuddling.

He pulled away and was trying to catch his breath, "You kissed me first back then, too." he whispered, "And I did this." he continued as his hands made their way to my hair.

I put my hand on his nape and pull him into another kiss, deepening it as he moved to straddle me. I smiled before pulling away just enough so I could say, "You weren't this bold back then."

He tugged on my hair, "Shut up. We should've just been doing this instead of talking so senselessly." he pressed his lips on mine again and quickly bit on my lower lip, tugging at it before letting his tongue invade my mouth.

Before my mind goes completely blank, I pull him away, "It was your idea to talk." I whisper before pulling him into another deep kiss.