Denial - a Breddy fanfic

14.

Eddy spent the night at Brett's house. He even spent the night in Brett's bed. With Brett. He hadn't been able to refuse him when he was asked, being all curled up in Brett's lap, tired and warm and comfortable. Eddy told himself the crash after the coffee high was incredibly powerful, giving no credit to Brett's calming low humming and warm embrace.
He had ended up in Brett's lap gradually as the movie they had out on went on. Eddy wasn't too into the movie, but Brett seemed to enjoy it so he didn't mention it. Him ending up in Brett's lap had started with Eddy falling asleep on Brett's shoulder. While this was a common occurrence, even before Eddy had lied to Brett, but Eddy's instinct to crawl into his lap to sleep more comfortably was not. "Just playing my part", he had tried to convinced himself, even thoughhe only half believed it.

Eddy was lying under the covers in Brett's bed, too tired to do anything about what he was wearing or even brush his teeth. Whatever, he would just brush them twice as good the next morning. He also knew that logic wasn't really making sense, but he was too tired to care.
Brett snuck into bed, half waking Eddy in the process. He rolled around to look at Eddy, who was lying with his back towards him.
"Eddy?" he whispered.
"What?" Eddy mumbled tiredly back at him. All he wanted was to sleep. It was quiet for a few seconds before Brett took a deep breath.
"Can I hold you?" he whispered, now suddenly really close to Eddy, breathing in his ear. He felt his neck hairs stand up and shivers going down spine. His heartbeat went sky high.
"Sure", he mumbled, trying tk keep his calm, and he felt Brett move closer and sneak his arm around his waist. Eddy's stomach made a flip, but he wasn't too sure it was guilt he felt this time.
Before he had thought much more about it, he fell into a deep, comfortable sleep in Brett's arms.