World Tour

Brisbane XXI (NSFW)

¨What's good against melancholy? Er, bubble tea?¨ Eddy suggested, still leaning into Brett, inhaling the scent of his hair.
Brett chuckled softly.
¨Bubble tea is actually an awesome idea, we should get some later, but that wasn't what I meant.¨
Brett hands were suddenly at Eddy's back, pulling him even closer, touching every muscle, every curve of his spine. His hands slowly moved down, Brett's left hand sneaking under his t-shirt to stroke the very soft skin of his lower back. His right hand moved to the front and caressed Eddy's chest and his belly, tweaking his nipple and teasing through the little splattering of hair under his navel, before moving even lower and touching Eddy through his jeans. Eddy's body reacted instantly and he was hard already. His breath hitched in his throat, his erection growing into Brett's palm, straining against his zipper.
¨Ah!¨ he moaned, leaning forward to kiss Brett's soft, sweet mouth.
¨So, this is a tried and tested recipe against melancholy, then?¨ he mumbled against his lips. 
He felt Brett's answering grin. 
¨Yup! Just trust me on this one.¨
Brett's hand never stopped, it kept stroking and kneading until Eddy felt like he might burst out of his trousers at any moment. He put his hand over Brett's.
¨I will come in my jeans if you keep that up.¨
Brett grinned again and he put his hand back on Eddy's back.
¨Nah. I'd rather feel you come inside me, if it's all the same to you.¨
Eddy suppressed another groan as he wordlessly turned Brett around and pushed him in the general direction of their bedroom.
They kissed their way into the bedroom door, their mouths hungrily coming together again and again in that sensual dance they had perfected together. Eddy tugged at Brett's shirt and Brett raised his arms to let him take it off, taking Eddy's shirt off in the next movement. For a moment Eddy just stared at his husband's naked torso in blatant carnal appreciation, and then he gave him a push, letting him fall backwards on the bed.
He grinned wickedly at him then, climbed up and opened Brett's jeans. He tugged on the jeans and boxers until Brett was lying naked in front of him. 
¨So beautiful.¨ he said softly and took Brett's arousal into his mouth. 
¨Ah! Fuck! Eddy!¨ Brett moaned, his fingers clawing at the bedsheets. Eddy took him into his mouth again and again, flicking his tongue over the end every time, not stopping until he could feel him quivering.
¨Please, Eddy, I want you in me...¨ Brett croaked while Eddy moved up to lie on top of him.
¨I know, hush.¨ he breathed in his ear, before trailing kisses all down his neck, taking his nipple into his mouth and sucking it softly. 
Brett's impatient fingers were at Eddy's fly, and abruptly Eddy sat up, opened his jeans so forcefully he almost broke the zipper and reached over for their bottle of lube.
He slicked himself up quickly and sank into Brett without another word. Brett's burning eyes were gazing at him and it occured to Eddy, as he stilled to stop himself from coming instantly, that he still found this look just as arousing as he did the first time they ever did this. 
¨Fuck, Brett, I love you so much.¨ he groaned in Brett's ear. 
¨Ah, me too! Please, move, though.¨ Brett's hoarse voice was soft but insistent.
¨Give me a second, okay?¨
Eddy breathed deeply a couple of times until he felt he had control of himself and then he finally started thrusting. The look of pure pleasure on Brett's face made everything feel even better and they found their rhythm seamlessly, like a bow to a violin, their soft cries ringing out into the cool air. 
Eddy felt Brett responding under him as his own orgasm built, the feeling only more exquisite for having waited as long as he possibly could.  And at last, as he felt Brett detonate beneath him, he let go too and he came, and came, the pleasure wringing him out, until he collapsed on the love of his life, holding him tight, so tight. 
Their synchronised breaths slowly calmed, but they stayed like that for ages, not speaking, just enjoying the feel of the other one so close. 

Eddy's phone ringing made them both jump. 
¨Fuck!¨ 
Eddy got up and crashed around, trying to find the phone in his jeans pockets, squinting at the screen when he found it.
¨Who is it?¨
Eddy's eyes were wide as he looked from the phone to Brett.
¨Shit, it's Belle!¨