Bagatelle

7.

“Ehm, what are we gonna do? We can't stay here, right?”, Eddy mumbles walking in direction of the door. “There must be some way of getting out, right?”.
He say this with a face mixed of panic, while he is trying to turn the door knob.
No, it's certainly closed.

“I thought you said we 'will be ok'. What's going on with you so suddenly?”, Brett asks crossing his arms, and watching him trying to turn the knob to open the door.
“It’s closed. If you keep doing that, not even the keys will work”. He walks back to the workroom, with a very anxious Eddy following behind.

“Just be quiet”, Brett orders. He opens a small gate on the corner of the room, and starts untying  his apron from his waist. Eddy watches his slender figure from the back, and notices how small is his waist under the pink sweater. He could easily take him between his hands...

No, Eddy. Get yourself together.

Brett opens the gate, and puts the apron inside, and then, he takes the sweater from the waist and pulls it away, revealing his pale skin from the back. It looks really soft...

Eddy is bewitched by the scene. And without noticing, he is slowly walking towards him. Deafened by the sound of his loud beating heart.

“Brett”, he whispers really low. When the pink sweater hits him on the face. The sweet scent of Brett it's all over his face, making him flustered.

“Ouch”, he exclaims, as he comebacks from the weird dream. What was he about to do? “What's this?”, he mumbles.

“Put that on”, Brett says as he puts on a white t-shirt. “If you sleep with those wet clothes, you're gonna catch a cold”.
He closes the gate and turns to see him. “Sorry for giving you something dirty, but I don't think the t-shirt could fit you”, he pushes him aside and walks across the room. “Come on, we'll sleep on the storage room”.

Eddy feels a shiver. “Sleep? Here?”, he almost screams.

“Well, yes”, Brett answers opening the door. “Unless you know someone who can come to open the door”, his eyes opens with hope. “Do you?”, he exclaims almost smiling.

Eddy's heart shrinks. I won't make it. I get all flustered just looking at him. Help me, god.

“No. My parents are out. And I don't have the phone of any of my partners in class”. Brett sighs, defeated.

“Me neither”, he says going inside the ware house, who is almost full of coloured paper. “Mom works all night”, he enters the room and looks for the stairs. “Change your clothes, while I look for something we can sleep on”.

“Ok”, Eddy answers. But it's not a request as easy as Brett is thinking. Wearing this sweater that's still covered on Brett's scent...is a major trial for his heart. “Where does your mother works?”, Eddy asks as he takes off his grey hoodie.

“She’s a nurse”, Brett answers from inside his room. “Ah! I found it”, he says getting down from the stairs. He extends it on the floor with both of his hands.
I guess it's big enough for him.

“Ready?”, Brett asks as he gets out from the room. But freezes when he finds Eddy undressing.

Both of the guys stares at each other, surprised for an instant.

“Ah, sorry”, Brett says turning back, trying not to stare, but it's almost impossible. “No problem, bro” Eddy whispers putting on the pink sweater, and feeling the heat going up.
Eddy's body is different from him. His skin is a bit darker...But most of all, the muscles on his arms are specially marked. He must work out or something, right? Brett gulps, fixing his glasses nervously.
A giggle brings him back to reality.

“Look!”, Eddy screams laughing.

The sweater is way to small for the tall Eddy. The long barely covers his belt, and the wrists are naked.
“Pfft!”, Brett laughs lowly, covering his mouth. “Not bad”, he lies. “Don’t worry”, he says taking the hoodie and hanging it over a chair.

Eddy’s heart feels warmer as he watches Brett walking. This smiles are coming more often...