Denial - a Breddy fanfic

134.

The following morning consisted of Brett sitting on the counter after setting the table while Eddy cooked them some breakfast. Brett was actually feeling rather okay, but caught himself staring at his fiancé every once in a while.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?" he blurted out, cheeks turning slightly pinker after realizing what he had said.
"Hah, you're funny", Eddy mumbled, flipping the eggs. "There's a reason all the fangirls are after you, you know."
Brett furrowed his brows at the reply, not really liking how he turned down the comment.
"I don't get why you think they would want me when you, a tall, strong and handsome guy, are literally right there, but that only means I'm lucky you don't realize how much better you could do, I guess", Brett said simply, and Eddy's brain used quite some time to process that sentence. He shook his head.
"You're wrong. I don't get why you'd settle for me, honestly, but I'm glad you did."
Brett grabbed Eddy's t-shirt and pulled him closer, catching standing in front of the counter in front of him. He placed his arms around his neck to keep him there for a second.
"Listen to me, I did not 'settle' for you or whatever the heck that's supposed to mean. I chose you because I love you and as a bonus you also happened to be the most gorgeous man I know and I should probably tell you more often, but I really fucking mean that okay?"
Brett looked down at Eddy who actually was shorter than him when he sat on the kitchen counter, ignoring the eggs for a moment as he kissed Eddy gently.
Eddy stood there, between Brett's legs, a bit shocked at first, but snuck his arms around Brett's waist when he was kissed.
"Suppose I'm lucky you have a weird taste in men, then", he mumbled when they pulled away, and he broke free of Brett's grip to tend to the eggs again. Brett sighed.

"Where's this coming from, Eddy?", Brett asked, biting his lip.
It's probably your fault he thinks that.
"Did I say something wrong or did someone tell you that?"
Eddy had his eyes trained on the hot frying pan.
"Nothing happened, I just have eyes, that's all", he mumbled, shrugging as if it was nothing. "I don't think I'm ugly or anything, just that you definitely settled for this." He made a gesticulation towards himself before lifting up the frying pan to put the eggs on the plates.
"You can't honestly mean that, Eddy, you're literally like a greek god or something. A glimpse of that body and I'm on my knees begging for you to have me, I mean..."
Eddy couldn't help but blush at the last sentence, despite feeling slightly sad about it.
"We haven't done anything in a while, though. Doesn't seem like it's working anymore." Eddy placed the frying pan back on the stove to cool down and sat down in his usual spot. Brett furrowed his brows and slid down from the counter.
"That's what this is about? I just thought you wouldn't want it, if I'm honest", Brett said, trying to hide his reddening cheeks as he sat down in his spot. "I haven't exactly been keeping the mood of the relationship up."
Eddy couldn't help but snort at that.
"I don't know if that's actually what this is about, but I have missed that", he said, cutting up his eggs with a smile playing on his lips.
"Well, I do think you're a fucking hottie, and I'd love to have some fun later if you want that", Brett said, wiggling his eyebrows before taking the first bite of his eggs. "And heck these eggs are good. You should consider changing career to egg chef."
Eddy laughed, holding his hand in front of his mouth so no eggs would fall out.
"You're so silly, I love it."