Get out

Awkward Encounter

Brett moved back down the hall with long strides, hoping to avoid meeting any of the guards. Thankfully, Ray was the only one nearby and he was a bit down the hall. He hoped he wouldn't see him as he entered his room and shut the door behind him with a groan.

"New shirt for Eddy..." he muttered to himself, pulling his own, stained, pants off and throwing them to the side. He'd get them cleaned later. He grabbed some dark jeans he had hanging over his office chair and slipped them on before going to his closet to grab another shirt for Eddy. That idiot, why didn't he clean off the blood before putting the shirt on?

His heartrate picked up as he stood outside the guest room again, giving it a soft knock before unlocking the door and peeking inside. As always, he made sure Eddy wasn't trying to attack him before entering. Could never be too safe.

Eddy was staring at the ceiling in his post masturbation subspace, whilst laying on the bed. The back of his left hand lightly pressed against his lips, most likely to have the ring close as he thought of everything yet nothing at all.

He was only clad in a towel that loosely clung to his hips, " hmmm?"

He hummed slightly in inquiry not expecting anyone to come in right after.

"It's just me... Uh..." Brett realized he hadn't really thought about any reason to go there other than the shirt, but his brain was thankfully on his side today. "Just thought I'd check on you, and I guess bring you a new shirt."

He held out the new shirt for him, a black one this time.

Eddy turned his head to look at the crime boss, with slightly widened eyes. He cleared his throat, a blush creeping up his cheeks, " uh how'd you know I needed one?"

Of course the assassin knew how, but he was playing Brett the best he could with the shy act.

Eddy carefully slipped from the bed making sure his towel stayed up as he slowly approached.

Brett's eyed widened at the realization that he'd been caught, and he couldn't think of any lie to tell either. He swallowed hard.

"T...there's cameras..." he stuttered, feeling his cheeks burn hot. His eyes slowly ran down Eddy's chest, and thank god he'd just masturbated.

Eddy glanced to the cameras within the room, making sure not to make eye contact with the man before him, " so you actually went to check the cameras and here I thought you were making up excuses to avoid me... "

He tried to joke awkwardly," Um.... Sorry that you had to see that, you're probably not into men doing weird things"

Eddy cleared his throat then licked his dry lips.

Brett blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was saying through the sound of his own heartbeat in his ear. He took a deep breath and handed Eddy the shirt without looking at him.

"Saved poor Inu from watching it. I think he was grateful," Brett said while still trying to gather himself and his burning cheeks. He was on the job, and on the job there was no room for displaying emotions. He cleared his throat, doing his best to at least make it seem like feelings was foregin to him.

" Sounds like no one was there to save you from it" Eddy shuffled away from Brett to get his clothes, he preferred not to be naked in front of the guy who watched him. If he knew Brett was coming he'd be dressed by now ," So you saw it all then? I'm going to get dressed... "

"Not really no, so yeah, I did," Brett confirmed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't really know what to do with himself, as he wasn't exactly about to turn his back on a known assassin.