Denial - a Breddy fanfic

129.

They had went with the idea during filming, and was no watching back the raw footage to make sure nothing too inappropriate was on there. Eddy suddenly paused the video and pointed to Brett on the screen.
"I love that smile right there", he commented, and Brett blushed hard. "Like, that little smirk when you nail something when you play? That's some adorable shit right there." Eddy pressed play on the video again without even looking over at his fiancé dying from embarrassment next to him. Honestly, he didn't even know he did that, it just happened on its own.

Brett watched himself on the screen, looking at Eddy as he spoke, blushing hard. He remembered thinking about how incredibly hot of a fiancé he had, watching his arm muscles flex as he gesticulated or how he pulled his hair away from his eyes. It was getting kind of long, but Brett loved it.

The screen got dark after Eddy in the video turned the camera off, and Eddy shrugged.
"I think that's good to go, to be honest", he commented, looking over at Brett next to him who still had a red taint over his cheekbones.
"I mean, yeah, except I look like an idiot staring at you all the time when..." His voice trailed off and he looked down. He already knew it was probably stupid and that Eddy would tell him he was wrong.
"When what?", Eddy asked, placing an arm around him. Brett looked away, feeling like an idiot.
"When you don't even look at me once", he mumbled, tensing up.
Eddy's probably gonna be annoyed with you now, fucking attention whore.
"I don't think we've been watching the same video if you think that, honestly", Eddy said with a short laugh. "Let's watch it again, yeah, and let's see how much of an idiot I turn into when you talk, yeah?"

Eddy started the video over, immediately noticing himself smiling like an idiot on the screen when Brett made a silly entrance to the video.
"That's an example", Eddy mumbled, turning as red as he did in the video. Brett bit his lip and nodded quietly.
"I'm sorry", he whispered, wrapping his arms around him self.
Attention whore.
"Hey, what are you apologizing for?" Eddy asked, pulling Brett into a hug. "It's okay, if you want me to point out I'm actually very obviously mad about you, I'll do that any day."
Attention whore.
"You shouldn't need to. I'm sorry", Brett mumbled, feeling his face get buried in Eddy's hoodie again, feeling tears pressing on.
There we go, crying like a baby again. How long until Eddy finds someone who's actually grown up, huh? Attention whore.
"If you're questioning it, I'm not saying it enough", Eddy concluded. "And I'm sorry for not telling and showing you often enough. I love you so much, and I am so insanely in love with you it's embarrassing how much of a mess I turn into when you're being all cute."
Brett couldn't help but snort and smile at that, despite the single tear running down his cheek.
"Yeah, like that", Eddy said, cheeks reddening. "That's so fucking adorable, I don't even know what to do with myself."
"That's silly, stop it", Brett mumbled, trying to contain a laugh, having it instead come out as a weird giggle. Eddy kissed the top of his head and smiled, loving the sound of Brett's laugh after so long.
"I love you so much, I'm probably the luckiest person ever", he said, running a hand through Brett's hair. Brett moved away from the hug slightly.
"No, that's silly", he stated with an attempted serious face. "I'm the luckiest." Eddy shrugged and kissed him softly on the lips, causing Brett tp blush again.
"I think we have to agree to disagree on that one, love", Eddy said, moving some hair away from Brett's forehead.