London, England: 3:05 am
They stood there in silence, purely embracing each other's warmth and happiness. As the sounds of light traffic murmured below Eddy offered Brett a kiss, his head still on Brett's shoulder.
"It's late, we should go back to bed," Eddy's voice was soft.
"Mhm."
"Come on," Eddy muttered, removing his arm's from around Brett's waist and began to pull him back inside by his hand.
Brett seemed reluctant to go and didn't follow Eddy's hand, he simply stayed still. Eddy gave Brett a look and in response Brett said:
"You can go back to sleep. I'm going to stay here, just for another minute."
"Nah, I'm staying here with you," Eddy said returning to his original position.
They stood in silence for another moment before Eddy spoke up, "Is everything alright my love?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You're here," a small smile grew on his face.
As the cool, crisp air breezed past they cuddled closer as small shivers travelled down their spines. Eddy clung to Brett's torso in hopes of finding some heat but alas they were just as cold as one another. Eddy pressed a small kiss into Brett before saying:
"I think I'm too tired and cold to be out here anymore. But I love you and if something is wrong you can tell me. You know that, right?"
"Yes, of course, I know that. I love you," Brett said softly and kiss Eddy gently on the lips.
And so Brett was left alone once again, on the grey balcony in his grey clothes. Brett stood there until his tired body could no longer take the cold winds. He walked away and shut the balcony doors behind him.
As he walked over to the bed he looked and Eddy's peaceful looking face as he was asleep. Brett wanted nothing more than to kiss Eddy's face and love him as much as he could. But he decided against this as Eddy probably needed to sleep as much as he did.
He sat his glasses down on the bedside table and climbed into bed next to Eddy. Brett got as close as he could to Eddy and wrapped his arms tightly around him. Brett felt a little more content having the love of his life in his arms. Just as Brett caught himself drifting off asleep he heard Eddy's voice speak up.
"Dude, you're so cold," Eddy's voice was practically a whisper.
Brett let out a small laugh and said, "Then it's your job to make me warm."
Eddy shifted and turned his body so that he was facing Brett. He wrapped his arms around Brett's shoulders, making Brett cuddle closer into him. Eddy planted a small kiss on the top of Brett's head and quietly spoke.
"I'm okay with that."
London, England: 3:10 am
They were both in a deep and loving sleep.
