Get out

Cuffed

Eddy stared dully at the bedposts he was cuffed to. The chain dangled loosely around the wood, " on the bright side they didn't wrench my arms behind my back to do this, but the downside I'm stuck staring at a wooden pole. Just my luck" he groaned, lightly resting his forehead against it. Partially wondering if he could just smash his head on it to end the never ending humiliation he felt.

Brett took a deep breath before unlocking the door and stepping in, seeing Eddy chained up as ordered on the bed. He closed the door behind him, running a hand through his hair before turning back to Eddy.

"Nice attempt," he complimented, leaning on the wall next to the door.

" Not nice enough apparently. I'm still here, " Eddy didn't even look at Brett as he walked in, it wasn't that startling; After all, it was to be expected especially with what he tried to pull. His eyes stayed focused on the wood allowing defeat to temporarily take over.

"So, how did you trick the guards to unlock the door? I mean, they're not exactly geniuses, but still?" Brett inquired, busying himself by rolling up his sleeves. He didn't really feel like he was working when talking to Eddy.

" Pretended to hang myself, you could probably find it on the cameras footage. I addressed you a bit in it. Almost disappointed it wasn't you who unlocked the door. Would have been funny" Eddy glanced at the man before hitting his head against the post with a small thump.

"I'll check it out later, I'm sure it's an interesting watch," Brett said, eyes locking onto the point where Eddy's head hit the bedpost. He didn't like seeing him hurt himself like that. "But you know I'm not constantly watching you. I got people to do that for me, though it may seem like I need to have a chat with them."

Eddy listened to the small thumps his skull made, for his own sake he kept it in rhythm, " Like that's any less creepy. Now I know some stranger can watch me in the shower or something. How comforting"

He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Can never be too sure of what you're up to, but if you'd rather have me watch while you shower..." Brett furrowed his brows as his voice trailed off and closed the space between them in two long steps. He placed a hand between Eddy's head and the bedpost, not liking Eddy hurting himself like that at all.

"Stop that," he ordered softly, trying to sound stern but sounded more concerned.

" People do a lot of dumb things in the bathroom so I understand but like... Privacy is nice" Eddy took into account the small offer Brett gave, he wasn't sure if having the stern man watching him was any better.

He frowned slightly, feeling Brett's hand stop the impact, " You ruined my rhythm..."

However, Brett's hand didn't stop him from trying again.

Brett placed his other hand under Eddy's chin in an attempt to make him stop.

"Just stop it," Brett sighes, shaking his head. "But yeah, I mean, I get that privacy is nice, but you haven't exactly proven yourself trustworthy with your escape attempt."

" If you were in my situation wouldn't you try too?" Eddy huffed, his shoulders slumping forward. Maybe it was a signal that he gave up on bashing his head, for the time being.

"Fair point, but I think I would recognize there's no point in trying now. Besides, I could consider letting you go in exchange for information, you know," Brett said with a shrug. He let the hand under Eddy's chin drop, but still kept his hand between Eddy's head and the bedpost.

" Being here or there, things wouldn't be different. It's better to keep my mouth shut, " Eddy grumbled thinking of the consequences, not even Alex would help him out if he got in trouble with the organization. He'd probably be killed or tortured anyways, putting that in consideration Brett wasn't a bad bet.

"I'm sure you'll get comfortable here eventually," Brett said, straightening his glasses. A tiny smile played on his lips as the hip roll quickly moved to the front of his mind. "Even though your girlfriend isn't here."

" Probably not," no matter how long he'd be there it would never be a safe place, he'd always be an outsider trapped without choice, " With how much you bring up my girlfriend it almost sounds like you want to be her"

Eddy didn't like how Brett was talking, it unnerved him how the man seemed to make no plans of killing him or torturing the information out of him. For a captive situation it was going all wrong. By this point he might have been trying to get a rise from the cold man as a way to vent his own frustrations.

"You sure thought I was for a moment earlier, though, didn't you?" Brett teased with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. He was definitely screaming on the inside at Eddy's words, though. "You're into being pinned down, huh?"

Eddy's face blazed red as the embarrassment crept in, damn instincts. It didn't really help Alex and Brett shared some of the same facial structures and a rather similar body type.

So maybe the statement wasn't completely wrong, his body sure thought it was right. He tried to gauge what to say or do. He eyed Brett's expressions to read the situation.

Eddy bit the corner of his lip before licking it nervously in an anxious manner. Slowly he nuzzled his face against the hand that was keeping him from the wood.

" Would that be so bad?" Answering the two questions with his one seemed to be an effective tease mixed with the gesture. He was hoping to get Brett uncomfortable enough to drop the subject.

"You tell me," Brett said, sounding nonchalant while feeling his heart rate go up and the mild panic as his hand automatically moved to stroke some strands of hair from his forehead. He knew better than to trust Eddy, no matter how much his heart wanted to.

Eddy was surprised that Brett didn't automatically pull his hand away. It was also surprising he didn't get hit like he half expected. The stroking to some of his hair strands was much better than being punched though.

" I don't know..." Eddy hadn't come up with a response to this scenario.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not her," Brett sighed, pushing some of the longer strands behind his ear before letting his hand drop. "I'm sure you miss her a lot."

" It can't be helped I suppose," Eddy titled his head to the left as he observed Brett more, finding it hard to determine the mood. One thing he did know was he could feel the man's pulse pick up when he was allowed to nuzzle against one of those dainty hands.

"Maybe not," Brett shrugged, running a hand through his own hair. He could feel himself get soft from their little intimate moment and the image of Eddy's face as he pushed his hips up earlier flashed through his mind.

Eddy started to chew on his bottom lip as he watched Brett a quick thought crossing his mind; maybe the older male was into it, after all he didn't seem to mind, " Um sorry I guess, if I made you uncomfortable"

He could play along with this.

"Not at all, you know me. Nothing affects me," he shrugged, leaning on the bedpost for a moment. He wasn't even sure what he was doing there anymore, or maybe even in the first place. Did he really need to talk to Eddy after the escape attempt?

" actually we haven't talked in years, I don't know you that well anymore" Eddy contained his small smirk that threatened to merge, " But maybe that could change...?"

An imagination crossed his mind, a bloody one of the older male in mid climax never reaching the finish for Eddy would slit his throat before that.

He felt a bit guilty for thinking of such a thing, although it wouldn't have been the first time doing that to someone. It was better to use what someone wanted against them than brutish tactics. Now the question was, did Brett want him?

"I haven't changed much, as you probably have noticed if your sharp observation skills haven't dulled too much since we stopped working together," Brett said, raising an eyebrow at the change in Eddy's tone. He still found himself playing along, though, for reasons he didn't really understand himself. "But your life seems to have changed quite a bit..?"

" hmmm they might have dulled, after all it doesn't seem like I'm doing too great at my job. You seem to be doing pretty well though, " Eddy wanted to lean back or rest against something but that meant having to work around the cuffs, " Yeah a lot has changed..."

Some for good and some for worse if the dead look in his eyes said anything about bitter memories.