Denial - a Breddy fanfic

63.

Brett tried really hard to hide the fact that his hand was hurting real bad when the adrenaline wore off. He had carefully tried to help Eddy out of his concert attire, all the time avoiding using his right ring finger for anything. A new set of bruises has appeared on different parts of Eddy's body, making the almost faded ones seem like nothing in comparison. Brett let his eyes glide over his slightly shivering boyfriend sitting on their bed in the hotel room. His stomach twisted at the sight of the bruises. He should have prevented this, but at least he got some revenge.

Eddy noticed Brett was looking at him, noticing how his eyes drifted to the bruising and he felt small and hideous. Brett could never find him beautiful looking like he did, like some kind of smurf.
"D... don't worry about... the bruising, Brett... I'm sure it's gonna go away, so you can look at me properly again", he said silently, even though he wasn't sure if he was making sense. Brett sent him a confused look.
"Look at you properly? I always look at you 'properly', whatever that means", Brett shot back while feeling the throb of his puls in his ring finger. It was really bad, and he felt the swelling of it push against the other fingers. Eddy still hadn't noticed Brett's finger, to Brett's relief.
"Just... I know I'm not very attractive like this, and I understand if... you know, if you think I'm... not..." Eddy moved his gaze down to look at the faint bruises still forming over his knees from being forced to kneel. Brett went over to sit next to him on the bed.
"Hey, Eddy, where's this coming from?" he said softly before carefully taking Eddy's hand with his non hurting one. "You're always gorgeous in my eyes, a few bruises can't change that." Eddy couldn't help but smile a bit, and feeling the heat rush to his cheeks. He didn't answer him, though, as he wasn't too convinced he actually meant it. 
"Besides, I'm not just with you for your looks, anyway. Your... well, your YOU is what makes you attractive, if that makes sense?" Brett was also blushing slightly now. He didn't particularily fancy talking about how he felt like that, made him feel exposed, but it seemed Eddy needed to hear it. And he meant every word.
"Look who's talking", Eddy said, not even trying to hide his small smile, before turning to face Brett. He giggled slightly as a response and stroke the back of Eddy's hand with his thumb,
"Hey, I love you alright? A scratch here and there won't change that, and I think I got that fucker good this time." Eddy laughed a bit and leaned in to give Brett a quick peck on the lips.
"Nice punch, yeah. How's your hand?" Eddy reached out and took a careful hold of Brett's hurt right hand and gasped at the swelling. Brett gasped too, as the touch sent what felt like lightning all the way up his arm.
"Shit..." he mumbled in an attempt not to pull his hand back.
"Bretty! Your hand!" Eddy exclaimed while carefully turning it to look at the damage. "You idiot, you need this hand, remember? We have a concert in just three days!" 
Brett shrugged. "It's the right hand, I'll make it work. It was worth it anyway, after what he did." Usually Brett would have been hysterical about hurting his hand like this, but he honestly didn't care. He'd do it again in a heartbeat.
"I need you for the concert, Brett, you gotta be more careful", Eddy sighed and kissed Brett's forehead quickly. He did feel slightly guilty about Brett hurting his hand, but also he thought it was really hot that Brett would sacrifice his hand to punch someone for him. "Let's get you to the ER, yeah?"