Short Mini TwoSet Fluffs

Paganini had big hands

small hand gang! unite!

might be a slight smut tease?

It's cute, how Brett struggles with tenths. His tiny hands make it really hard for him, to get them sound good.

"My hands are too small!" he whines, but Eddy just looks over and giggles "so what are you gonna do? besides practice, obviously."

For a short while, Brett stands there thinking and Eddy could see the thoughts in his brain go wild.

"Eddy? Come here."

~ 40 hours later ~

"Are you ready? Start in 3, 2, 1..." Eddy makes a silent scene-start-move and Brett starts playing Paganini for their video.

"My hands are too small! Paganini had big hands! That's why he can do tenths!"

For the next scene, Eddy comes into frame (editor-san or Eddy will cut the beginning out) and they play together, Brett the higher, Eddy the lower note. After the first bar, Brett looks up to Eddy, who's reeaaaally concentrated on playing, not noticing the glance of the older.

When the last two bars came up, Eddy jumps away from the violin and Brett finishes off. DAB!

While Eddy edits the short video, Brett lays his violin down and takes a glimpse of the handsome young man in front of him. Eddy's always there to do crazy things with him. And he 's always up for them. Brett couldn't be happier to have someone like Eddy in his life.

"Hey you know what?" Brett starts, sitting next to Eddy on the couch.

"Hmm?" Eddy looks up to face a smiling Brett.

"Thank you."

Eddy tilts his head and unsure what to say, asks "well yeah, of course? Thanks for what?"

"Lending me your hands. I like your hands. They're just perfect." Saying this, Brett takes Eddys hand into his and caresses the fingers. One at a time. Absent-minded, gliding with his finger slowly over the knuckles and to the calloused fingertips and back down into the palms. His gaze fixed onto the hand between his, his fingertips wander around over the wrist to the arm and again, back to the hand, over the knuckles to the fingertips and down to the palm.

"Brett? I can't edit like this." clearing his throat Eddy tries to pull his hands out of Brett's but the older one holds on tight. 

Brett clearly didn't hear Eddy. Deep in thoughts he turns the larger hand around and feels the soft skin, tracing a line with his own fingers over the palm. It tickles but Eddy is too interested where this might go, so he leaves Brett be.

The older violinist swallows, imagining this hand going under his shirt, caressing his back, feeling the fingertips walk his spine from the neck down, leaving a hot trail behind staying on his lower back.  He shifts closer towards Eddy, going for the other hand, too. Not that calloused fingertips. These are soft. Brett feels hot inside, wishing this hand on his chin, pulling him into the strong arms of his adored violinist, and tilting his head up, so they share the same air to breathe and closing the gap between them, until 

"Earth to Brett! Hello? You know it's kind of awkward for me to see you blush and almost drooling with my hands in yours. Would you mind telling me, what's going on inside here?" 

Eddy tips with his nose (both hands occupied) at Brett's temple as Brett jumps up almost pushing Eddy off the couch.

"Oh god I'm sorry!" Brett turns to leave but Eddy's quick. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him back, Brett stumbles and falls backwards onto the couch. Eddy turns himself over Brett, pushing the older down and pinning him onto his back.

"No, don't leave," Eddy growls right into Brett's face, getting closer "be a good boy and tell me what you want."

Eddy's now laying on his left elbow, hovering over Brett, one knee between Brett's legs and one foot still on the ground. His now free hand slowly motioning towards the hem of Brett's shirt. When Brett still doesn't say anything, his fingers move under the shirt. Feeling the soft skin, Eddy can hear the sharp inhale of Brett.

"Now, I can't hear you. Did you say something?" Eddy still caresses Brett's side under his shirt and thanks to the older arching his back, finds access to the lower back. There his hand stops.

Looking into the glass-framed teary eyes, Eddy whispers "so? you alright?"

Brett remains silent but with his heavy breathing he raises his hands, grabs Eddy's collar and pulls the younger down into a kiss. 

The moment their lips connect, Eddy's fingers claw into Bretts soft skin and he pulls him closer to his body. Brett, not losing hold onto Eddy's shirt, props himself up towards Eddy, just to be pushed down and kissed even more. They share hot and wet kisses, until Eddy leaves Brett's mouth and leans his head down besides the other.

"Brett", Eddy's panting voice sounds hushed into Brett's ear "Brett, I can't."

Brett holds his breath, whispering "why?"

"My left arm's gonna die like this."

And propping himself up, Eddy pulls Brett with him, smirking "let's move. I know a nice place in my room, called bed."