Miss you, not.

XVIII

//nsfw ish? they were just talking (about dirty stuff)//

While he was in the shower, Brett had cursed at himself for bringing up the matter so ungracefully.

Brett loved Eddy, he knew that. And he was more certain now than ever.

The natural chemistry they share was so apparent to everyone around them. Anyone can see it, they were so spiritually in tune with each other. The years of friendship had nurtured that chemistry. There were no issues in that aspect.

Physical relationships however, were another thing entirely. He didn't quite know how to approach it. Especially with Eddy. It wasn't that he was not experienced in the area. Brett and Eddy has been very open with their sexuality with each other. They came out shortly after graduating from high school. Since then, Brett has dated a few number of men. But it has never gotten to the extent of being this serious.

They kissed often, it wasn't a problem. They also made out every now and then. And maybe some fondling here and there while they were at it. Eddy had been so sweet as that was as far as he took it.

Everything was according to Brett's pace. Eddy wouldn't do anything to rush things and freak him out. And Brett adored him for being so considerate of his feelings.

—

They cleaned themselves up after dinner and got ready to go to bed. Needless to say, it was done in perplexing silence as both of them were distracted. Most likely by the same thing.

Eddy made himself comfortable next to the other man in bed. The room was lit by a soft orange hue from the bedside lamp. They laid in silence. The awkwardness hung heavily in the air. Eddy couldn't take it much longer and so he spoke.

"Do you.. feel yourself thinking about.. me?"

"Wha..! What are you talking about suddenly?!" Brett stammered.

"Oh, you don't think of me in that way? At all..?" A hint of disappointment in his voice.

Both of them knew they would get to this point, eventually. But Eddy never brought it up. He tip toed around the issue but never once jumping right into it. That was, until as of this moment.

There was a moment of silence before Brett spoke, in a very small voice, Eddy almost missed it, ".. sometimes."

Brett would be lying though if he were to say he didn't think about Eddy on some lonely nights, in the comfort of his bed. He would imagine running his hands down Eddy's torso, feeling the crevices of his abs that Brett knew Eddy worked hard to build. And then Eddy would leave butterfly kisses along his neck, going down to his stomach, and getting lower to—

Oh my god. It felt so weird, but not in a bad way, to be thinking about doing.. things with your best friend, Brett thought.

"Alright then, show it to me." Eddy got up and left the bed, heading towards the study table.

"Excuse me?" Brett sat up on the bed.

Eddy pulled the chair and placed it beside the bed, facing Brett. He took a seat, crossing his legs, almost arrogantly, like he was some kinda CEO of a big company, Brett thought.

His smile was playful. It was a Cheshire smile. Brett can see several expressions flash across his face all at once. Amusement, teasing and expecting. Like he was demanding to be entertained.

"What? What do you want me to do?" Brett asked in confusion.

"You."

"What..?"

"I want you to jerk yourself off." Eddy said ever so casually.

"What?!" Brett shrieked at the incredulous suggestion. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Think of this as practice so that we can get comfortable getting physical in our relationship. Just try to be at ease in my presence. I'm not gonna do anything."

Brett stilled for a moment to assess the idea.

'Oh, he's actually giving it a thought.' Eddy watched Brett intently, curious as to what his answer would be.

Brett loved practicing and improving himself but never in his life he thought he would be practicing for such a thing.

'But maybe it wasn't such a bad idea..'