Short Mini TwoSet Fluffs

"Eddy" - Brett's Hands

maybe a bit smutty? don't know how to use the term.
a bit nsfw, it seems.

so here we go!

It's so dark out there. I pour some coffee into my koala-mug and sneak into our living room, onto the couch. It's still too early in the morning but after an intense and hot dream about my best friend I couldn't get to sleep again. So I took a shower and silently made some coffee.

Now, sitting in the living room my eyes start to adapt to the darkness with the curtens closed and I listen into the void. I can barely hear some cars outside, but this street is not that big, so at this time of day there's still nothing to be heard. 

Nothing?

I can hear some rustling from Brett's room. So I get up to pour him some coffee too, but still very quiet. I want to surprise him with our matching new mugs! 

Did I hear Brett say something?  I turn around. No Brett there. But his door is slightly open, so I tiptoe up to his room and peek inside. He's still asleep? Did the wind through his tilted window open the door? Just when I turn around to leave, there's a voice.

"Eddy"

Nah I'm not imagining things. But looking inside his room, he again seems to be sleeping. I'm getting confused. So he's sleeptalking? And calling me? Does that mean he's dreaming of me? My spine tingles, I feel my cheeks reddening. So what's this dream about? 

I stop moving. I stop breathing. I just stand here watching Brett sleep. Okay this is creepy. I know. And I know I shouldn't be here. Privacy and something like that. But I can hear Brett say my name. And I can see movement in the darkness.

I know these movements.

They're the same I did about an hour ago.

"Eddy"

Brett's hands are hidden under his blanket. One seems to rest on his chest while the other hand is located considerably lower. 

I am glued to the spot and I find myself staring like there's no tomorrow. I can not blink, my eyes are fixed onto the spot of Brett's blanket which is rising up and moves slowly up and down. 

"Eddy"

I watch him breathing heavily and still whispering my name. I watch him move his free hand up to his mouth to cover it, biting on his knuckle to keep quiet. I watch him arching his back under the blanket and moving his hand a bit faster. 

"Eddy"

My mouth feels dry, very dry and I still can't take my eyes off. Brett's face is damn hot and the way he huffs into the back of his hand makes me tense. What am I doing in his mind? Am I the one holding my hand onto his mouth? Am I using my hand like he does down there? Or is it my mouth he is using? 

"Eddy"

I can imagine Brett's hands reach to the back of my head, grab my hair and pushing me down into his lap. His hands holding me right there where he needs me to be. I lick my lips and watch Brett move a bit slower again, not yet finished and still stroking himself. 

The next moment he turns his head towards the door, his gaze burning my inner core. 

"You're gonna come here?"