Miss you, not.

XIX

//nsfw warning: handjob lol//

Oh, it was such a bad idea, thought Brett.

"Don't look so much."

"Well, that defeats the whole purpose of this exercise then." Eddy laughed, almost too smugly for Brett's liking.

He had his back against the wall and his shorts was pulled down slightly. There was a bottled of lube discarded carelessly on the bed at his side. His hand was in a fist around his member, working to get it erected. He didn't know how Eddy had convinced him to get to this point but here they were.

"Go a little faster. Yes, just like that. Good. And maybe touch the tip too."

'I thought he said he wasn't going to do anything? Technically, he isn't but..'

"Do you touch yourself down there too?" Eddy questioned curiously.

"You're asking too much." Brett hissed harmlessly.

Eddy laughed and brought his hands up, backing off from the topic.

"Hey, fondle the base too."

"That wasn't enough justification to use the word 'fondle', Eddy." But he brought his free hand to the bottom of his member and touched it in synchronisation with his other hand. The pleasure was building up.

"I can't see. Pull up your hoodie a bit."

Since both of his hands were occupied, he bit a small part of the fabric to keep his hoodie up, revealing the supple skin of his stomach that protruded a little.

He had insecurities regarding that part of his body but Eddy had convinced him that he loved every single part of him, including his imperfections.

Plus, Eddy really liked snaking his hand under Brett's shirt to caress the soft fatty tissue whenever he cuddled him from behind.

"Keep those hands moving, Bretty." His voice deep and assertive.

Brett's breath hitched. Now, that was just unfair. 'Using that name is foul play.' His face blushed, more than it already was looking like a tomato.

Eddy grinned at Brett's reaction, letting out an amused exhale of air. 'He is so cute.'

'Is this a game to him?' Brett felt like he was about to combust instantly on the spot. But that was what Eddy would've wanted. And he wasn't about to give it up that easily. Brett Yang was a man of patience.

"Open your legs a little. What are you trying to hide?" Eddy chuckled. Clearly, having way too much fun having his way with his surprisingly compliant boyfriend.

Brett was almost fed up with his 'demands' but obeyed. He felt so embarrassed and exposed. Alas, he couldn't deny the heat that traveled to his groin when Eddy commanded him like that.

As weird as it sounded, Brett was thankful for being able to bite onto something. He didn't think it was going to be this hard to keep his voice down. He was doing well at the start but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so as Eddy kept giving his 'instructions'.

He had no intention of finishing himself in the first place. He would only give Eddy the half the pleasure. Not all the way. He didn't know why but he felt like if he actually came, it would be like he had lost or something. At what? He didn't know.

Why was he punishing himself like this? Was it ego? How childish, he thought.

Brett had closed his eyes, trying to keep his focus on not bringing himself to the edge. He noticed Eddy had gone quiet for a while now so he opened his eyes to check on him.

Eddy's face was dark with desire and a sort of devilish aura oozed off him. He was looking at him, taking in every inch of Brett visible to his eyes like a beast starved.

Brett almost came in that very moment.

'Oh, he's looking. He's really looking at me.'

Had he not clenched his hand down immediately, he would've been in a hot mess right now. He stopped his all of his movements.

"Eddy. Come here." He opened his arms, motioning for the other.

Was it a plead or a demand? Eddy couldn't quite tell from his expression. All he knew was that Brett wanted him. And his wish was Eddy's command.

Eddy moved towards the bed and crawled closer to Brett, as he was told to.

Brett sat on Eddy's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his torso.

Brett only had to look once into his deep, dark brown eyes for Eddy to know what he needed to do. Their lips met in a burning hot passion. Tongues danced desperately wanting to feel more of each other. Brett bit the bottom of Eddy's lips when he felt a hand on his ever growing erection.

He broke the kiss and let out a gasp. Eddy's hand started moving up and down the shaft. It was warm and all squelchy from the lube previously applied.

"Everything all together is.." 'Oh, it was just too much.' He couldn't finish his sentence as his own gasp interrupted him.

Eddy licked Brett's earlobe, trailing down to his neck. He breathed against the wet skin, not once stopping the motions of his hand, "Do you feel good?"

"Yes.." Brett choked out his words in between moans. The pleasure was so overwhelming, he struggled to form sentences.

He hid his face in the nape of Eddy's neck as he felt the tightening of a knot in the pit of his stomach. He was close. Eddy could tell by the way Brett's body tensed up. He took that as a signal and fastened his pace. Brett had started calling out Eddy's name repeatedly, pleading.

"Eddy.. Ed..! Ah—" His hands grasped the back of Eddy's shirt desperately for something to hold onto as his body trembled from waves of pleasure from his orgasm. Eddy's name has turned into incoherent sobs.

They sat in silence for a while. Eddy could feel the faint remnants of a tremor from Brett in his embrace, still sensitive after coming down from his high. His breathing had evened out to normal again.

He stroked the back of Brett's hair, comforting him. "You okay?"

"Mm.." A hum was all he could muster in a daze as he rested his head on Eddy's shoulder.

Brett felt something poking him down there. He stared down in amusement to the obvious tent on Eddy's sweatpants. "Well, looks like we have unfinished business here."

"Oh." Eddy blushed.

"I can help—" Brett offered.

"Nah, it's fine. It'll go away." 'Maybe.'

"Are you sure?" Brett yawned as he finished his sentence.

"Yes. Let's just sleep." Eddy smiled and kissed the forehead of his sleepy boyfriend.

Brett was tired. More mentally than physically. Has sex always been this tiring? All he wanted to do now was cuddle up to Eddy and fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.

And that was exactly what he did.