Prelude

1. Lipbalm

1.

“What's that smell?”, Eddy asks wrinkling the nose and closing his eyes. He turns to see Brett, who is sitting next to him, with something in his fingers similar to a lipstick.
“I don't know”, Brett says before applying the balm on his lips. Eddy can feel the fragrance growing stronger as he applies it on his lips. For a second his eyes can only focus on Brett's lips, being covered by a translucent glow that makes them look pinker and softer.
“Dude...”, Brett snorts noticing Eddy's stare. “Want some?”, he says placing thet yellow bottle in front of him and smiling.
Eddy shakes his head, and look at the small lipstick that is in front of him. “No”, he mumbles, but takes it between his fingers. “Since when do you use this stuff?”, Eddy asks trying to get distracted from his thoughts. He reads the letters on the lipstick: Cappuccino flavour.
“I bought it yesterday”, Brett said happily. “I was licking my lips so hard, I left them swollen the other day”. He is back to his work on the laptop, pressing his lips against each other absently as he looks on the screen.
Eddy opens the small stick. The sweet fragrance of vanilla and coffee pops out and fills his nose. He closes his eyes and sniffs the sweet fragrance.
Oh...
“It...smells really good”, Eddy points out, feeling tempted to touch the creamy yellow stick in front of him. “I might bought one for myself”, he smiles, placing it near Brett's hand.
“You should”, Brett nods. “It tastes fucking awesome as well”, he snorts.
Eddy laughs. Trying to hide the blush that grows in his cheeks, as the word taste and Brett's lips are combined in his mind.
They keep working till midnight.
2.
“Eddy!”, Belle screams from the cashier. “Just bring it already, the cashier is waiting”, she laughs.
They went together to shop some stuff, and for Belle's surprise, Eddy wanted to join on the small shop dedicated to soaps, perfumes and skin care.
The whole place is full of amazingly sweet scents. Eddy feels a bit dizzy.
He is standing in front of the table, where all kind of lip balms are showed. Vanilla, strawberry, lemon, orange, cappuccino...
It's not that weird, right? To have the same than Brett? They always wear matching clothes after all.
Doubtfully, Eddy takes the small stick, walks and places it on the basket in front of the cashier.
“Hello”, he smiles. “How much is it?"
3.
It doesn't smells the same, Eddy thinks as he sees Brett talking about some videogames. He isn't listening, but he is nodding from time to time, and smiling every time Brett smiles.
On Brett's lips, the balm smells ten thousand times more sweeter.
Eddy bought it thinking he could have a bit of that scent for any time he needed it.
But it's not the same.
He leans closer, wanting to smell the fragrance from his lips a bit better.
Brett laughs, and Eddy laughs again. Trying to hide how he is only looking at Brett's mouth as it's moving, and taking big breaths to smell the sweet scent coming from his lips. His eyes are glowing.
“Are you listening?”, Brett says suddenly. Eddy watches the smile on his lips fade away.
Oh, fuck.
“Of course I was, dude”, he says returning to work on the laptop in his desk. He starts typing. His whole body feels stiff. He feels like a kid being busted doing something forbidden.
Brett looks at him for an instant. Then, he starts typing again, and also, continues with his conversation.
It's okay, he thinks. It's not Eddy's fault that Brett's loves talking to him so much.
It's not Eddy's fault, what I feel.
4.
“Bro...”, Brett complains. “I need some coffee”, he whims. They've been working on Eddy's place all afternoon. It's nearly 10pm.
Eddy gets up from the couch were he was scrolling on his phone, and sits next to him. “No need to ask”, he says bumping their shoulders softly. “Let’s go”, he says as he tries to get up.
But Brett's hand stops him, pulling him from the sleeve.
“Wait”, he says moving his nose softly, closer to his face. He closes his eyes, and sniffs. Eddy feels the heat growing on his cheeks. Oh no.
“It’s the same..”, he whispers opening his eyes and looking at Eddy's.
Hims, are wide open in fear.
It is weird, right?
“It does taste...really good, isn't it?”, Brett smiles, breathing near his face. Too close.
“Yeah...”, Eddy sighs. “It does”, he whispers looking at Brett's eyes. His pupils running up and down his face.
“Cool”, Brett whispers, and Eddy can feel his hot breath tickling his lips.
He gets up and takes his coat.
“Let’s go for coffee”, he says before walking in direction of the door, leaving Eddy on the chair with cheeks burning.
“O-ok”, he mumbles and follows him.
5.
Eddy looks at some memes before sleeping. The light is still on, but he's been laying there for half an hour. Wearing his pyjamas, and only waiting for feeling sleepy. He stretches his arms and yawns.
The lip balm is on the desk.
He takes it on his hands. Turns it around and watches all of the small figures that are drew on it.
White flowers, and a small cup of coffee  He reads: "For hydrated, smooth lips. Ready to kiss”
Kiss...
A flash of Brett's smile appears on his mind.
He opens it. The scent comes out. Eddy sniffs it directly.
Coffee...
He puts the balm back on the table. Turns the light off, and gets inside bed.
Coffee...
He still feels the trace of the scent in the air. He blocks his phone, and puts it down his pillow.
He stays there for a second, looking at the ceiling in the dark. He takes a big breath, as his hand slides inside the blankets, and strokes his underpants lightly.
Coffee...
He closes his eyes, and lets his fingers walk the way he knows he enjoys the most. Slowly. He flinches at the temperature of his cold fingers on his skin. He goes on. Up and down.
Coffee...
The image of Brett licking his lips softly flashes. He tries to stop, but he can still feels the scent that he founds so arousing in the air, and is already too close to stop now...
Brett...
He moans quietly.
His hand is sticky. His breathing is heavy, his chest is going up and down. He still feel the warm tickle inside his legs. He sighs.
Fuck.
6.
“Are you alright?”, Brett asks as he hears Eddy sighing again. The recording was hard to get right, cause he seemed to be distracted. The jokes Brett was trying to throw him, were never catch.
Eddy raises his head to look at him. Brett's pink lips are smiling. He is wearing a light white shirt that Eddy founds lovely on him.  Eddy's hair is a whole mess, as he's been scratching it the last hour. Brett knows he only does it when there's something going through his mind.
“Nah”, he lies. Brett frowns.
“Let’s take a break”, he says softly. “Let's watch a movie”. He gets up and turns the tv on. Eddy follows him with the eyes. Brett smiles, and pats the spot next to him. Sit next to me.
“Let’s watch Fight club”, he suggests with a irresistible smirk.
7.
The last thing Eddy wanted right now, was to be that close to him. It feels weird.
Eddy sits close to him, but lets his head fall the furthest he can from Brett's face. Trying to run away from the arousing scent. The thing is, that since he found out that one scent, he also became aware of the others. The one coming from his hair, the one coming from his skin, and even the one coming from his hands after he drank coffee.
He can't concentrate, although it's their favourite movie. Brett's and him.
Me and Brett.
Brett is sitting in the couch, half looking at the tv, half scrolling down his phone. He seems relaxed. Eddy looks at him from time to time. As he looks in to the screen, he feels his eyes heavy. He falls sleep after a couple of minutes.
8.
The smell of coffee floating close to his nose, wakes him up. He open his eyes slowly, and finds Brett's face a couple of centimetres away. Looking at him, with eyes wide open in fear.
So sweet...
The scent on his lips makes Eddy feel dizzy. He doesn't move. He is afraid to break the spell that seems to be covering both of them. He doesn't want Brett to leave.
“Am I dreaming?”, he asks in a whisper. Brett shakes a little.
“Yes...”, he mumbles, and slowly walks away from him. Eddy closes his eyes again.
He still can taste the sweet scent lingering on his lips.
9.
A couple of nights later, both of the boys are invited to a small gathering. It's Ray's birthday, and he is on his town for tour.
They decide to take an uber together from Eddy's place.
On the car, Eddy falls sleep. He's been sleeping a lot lately. Not at nights, but in  the middle of the day. Like right after they finished eating, or after recording.
Brett misses the small chats he used to have with Eddy on their free time. He turns to see his pretty face under the lights of the city. His long eyelashes, and lovely jaw.
Brett smiles. A thought crosses his mind. He frowns. No. He sighs. He shouldn't.
Not again.
10.
Eddy is just a bit drunk. Brett, is more than a little drunk. As they will stay at Eddy's, he is the one that decides to leave, before Brett gets more wasted.
They hug Ray to say goodbye, and leave the place in the middle of laughter.
The problem starts when they get off from the car, to get to the apartment.
Brett walks a bit messy. He almost stumbles on the stairs, so he clings his arm to Eddy's neck. “Thank you, bro”, he giggles almost brushing his lips against Eddy's ear. He feels a shiver running down his spine.
Mixed with whisky, the scent of vanilla that comes from Brett's mouth, is enough for him to get his cheeks tainted red.
“Eddy!”, he giggles. “I love you, bruuu...”, he mumbles. Ok, he is way more drunk than Eddy first thought. “I love youuu”, he keeps singing while walking.
Eddy clears his throat, and walks faster to arrive to the room. Brett hanging from his shoulder, laughing and touching Eddy's face from time to time, making Eddy's legs feel weak.
When they finally arrive, Eddy can feel something growing inside his pants.
Shit.
He leaves Brett sitting on the bed, and runs to the bathroom.
11.
When he comes back, Brett is already sleeping. His arms open, and a bit of his waist, exposed. His glasses on one hand, his phone in the other.
Eddy takes both, and places them on the table. He takes Brett from the shoulder, and pulls him, so his head can rest on the pillow.
Brett opens his mouth, softly.
“Eddy”, he whispers.
Eddy looks at him to see if he is awake. No, his eyes are still closed. He sighs and sits on the side of the bet, still looking at Brett's sleeping face. The whole room is in the dark, except from that tiny line coming from the bathroom. He stares at it.
He feels like crying.
What am I going to do?
A hand pulls him from the back. Eddy falls on Brett's chest.
Brett's eyes are halfway open.
Crystalized by alcohol. But somehow, there is a glow of determination that Eddy has only seen on them, when he is playing the violin. His lips are wet, and the sweet scent from liquor is even harder now.
Eddy swallows. He can't take his eyes off of Brett.
Without saying anything, Brett pulls Eddy from the neck. Their lips finally collide in a kiss.
First soft, light and feather like.
Eddy tastes the sweet mix of vanilla and coffee that has had him so sleepless this past nights.
It's even sweeter coming from Brett's hot and soft lips. His whole mouth tickles in excitement.
The balm tastes a hundred times sweeter from Brett's soft lips.
Coffee...
Brett opens his mouth, inviting. Eddy doubts, but can't help himself, as the heady taste of his kisses makes him dizzy and numb. He takes every trace of vanilla on Brett's lips.
Under that, an even more intoxicating flavour. Brett's flavour. Sweeter. Warmer. Eddy wants more and more of it. His tongue runs slowly, hungry. He doesn't leave a place of Brett's mouth unknown. He tastes it all.
Brett...
He moans softly. Brett giggles, lips still brushing. His lips lets go Eddy's, as he closes his eyes. He breaths near his mouth. Gasping for air. His whole body feels warm and ticklish.
This is the best flavour. The softest touch. 
“You didn't dream it”, Brett whispers, before falling sleep.
12.
Brett wakes up slowly. As he tries to get up, he feels a heavy weight on his head, that makes him collapse back to the bed.
Oh shit. He sighs, looking at the ceiling with a frown on his forehead.
He turns around, and discovers Eddy sleeping next to him. He covers his mouth to hide a gasp.
Eddy...
He moves his hand in front of Eddy's eyes to make sure he is sleeping. He doesn’t wakes up. He rolls his body to have a more comfortable position, so he can enjoy the view.
Eddy is covered with a heavy amount of sleeves. Only his face is out, in the light. He looks lovely. The light shadow of his long eyelashes, and the soft glow on his lower lip. His mouth, a slightly darker shade or pink than usual. Eddy's beautiful sleeping face. He enjoys the sound of his soft snore, and the sweet scent barely present.
It's the same, he remembers with a smile. Cappuccino.
Eddy's eyes open slowly, and Brett panics.
But as a smile grows on Eddy's face, he feels his whole body melting. He can't look away now. It's impossible.
Eddy...
“Good morning”, he whispers with a grave voice, scratching his eyes. His hair falls over his forehead softly, and his eyes look like they were still dreaming. “Did you sleep well?”, he asks blushing.
Oh...
Brett opens his eyes surprised. He feels his cheeks burning too.
A smile he can't longer hide, grows on his lips.
“Yes”, he whispers smiling. “And you?”