Denial - a Breddy fanfic

21.

Brett looked up at the ceiling, not replying at first. In many ways, the voice had told him being with Eddy was a bad idea, but mostly because it seemed to want Eddy to be happy, just like Brett did. It had never actually said Eddy himself was a bad idea.
He hesitated for a second before opening his mouth. "Not directly..." he said eventually, not daring to tilt his head down to look at Eddy, who had his ear resting against his chest. It was quiet for some time again. Eddy tried to think about what to say, but it was nice to just lie there and enjoy the moment.
"I'm sorry for doubting you", Brett said silently, and Eddy listened to the low rumbling in his chest as he spoke. Brett wanted to trust him, wanted this all to be real.
It's not real, he's lying to you.

"It tells me you're lying, Eddy. That this isn't real." He spoke with a calm voice, simply telling him what the voice said with hope that Eddy would understand. Eddy felt Brett's chest going up and down with every breath, and he could hear his heartbeat. It kind of sounded like it was beating a B flat, but it was hard to tell when he was being constantly distracted by the fact that Brett had started to run his availible hand through Eddy's thick, dark hair.
"I don't know how to prove it to you  Brett", he whispered. Had he spoken out loud, he wouldn't be able to get a word out. "I'm sorry this started out like this."
Eddy, who was still lying on Brett's chest, lifted himself up on his hands, so he could look Brett in the eyes. His glasses didn't sit straight on, his hair was messy, and his cheeks turned a bright pink colour. "It doesn't have to end with this, Brett. Let's work it out, please." Eddy's voice was low in register, and his eyes captured Brett's.
Brett felt a shiver going down his spine and butterflies in his stomach.
"Yes, Eddy", he whispered, and Eddy leaned down to kiss him for the third time ever.