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Desire (NSFW)

It had been a lie. He didn't need to give any instructions, Brett just didn't want to let go of Eddy just yet. He felt like he was walking on clouds from the evening that had been everything seventeen year old Brett would have wanted.

He closed his bedroom door softly behind him, leaning his back against it for a moment. It was as if he still could feel Eddy's careful touches on his chest, his warm body resting heavily against his side, his scent as he pulled him into a hug. Maybe it was fate that brought Eddy to him like this? To remind him how it felt to feel?

With light steps, he moved to his bed and sat down on it. The room still smelled vaguely of Eddy, and as Brett laid down on his back between the pillows they had rested behind their backs he felt the scent overwhelm him. It was Brett's favourite scent.

"This is silly," Brett whispered to himself as he squished his face into the soft pillow smelling like his prisoner. A smile formed on his face. "But I can't help it."

He sat up again, the pillow pressed to his chest. The rest of the pizza still sat on the little table, the chair where Eddy had sat in his lap was still pushed aside, the floor space they had spared on... The floor space Eddy had pinned him down, where his ass had rested heavily on his...

"Fuck," Brett mumbled to himself as every suppressed memory flooded his brain. Eddy saying his name with his hips working against the pillow combined with his ass pressing against his dick along with the hip roll from when he was pinned. Eddy's soft hand on his cheek, the way his lips moved as he spoke...

Brett let out a quiet moan into the pillow as his own hand traveled down to touch the front of his pants. He hid his face in the pillow, trying to imitate the pressure from Eddy's body weight with his hand. Had he let him win on purpose? Maybe to get the idea of having Eddy pinning him down?

His dream from the other night filled his mind, Eddy's desperate whimpers and pleas for Brett to please have him. God, there was nothing he wanted more than that right now as he undid his pants with shaky fingers, his mind pretending they were him.

"F... Fuck, Eddy... " Brett gasped into the pillow while his own hand caressed his length for a bit before pulling himself out of his pants and underwear. The phantom touches of Eddy's gentle fingers over his chest and him holding him down with his body weight combined in Brett's head, and as he squeezed his eyes shut it was as if he could see it.

The sound of Eddy moaning his name played again and again in his mind.

'Hmmm Brett,' repeated over and over and it felt like he was going mad from arousal.

"Ah, Eddy!" Brett exclaimed louder than he'd planned for as he came over his hand with a loud groan, his cheeks burning at how desperate his own voice sounded.

He was still catching his breath as his brain crash landed after the orgasm. God, he wanted that boy for real, but he knew he couldn't have him. His heart was taken, and what reason would Brett even have to believe Eddy would settle for an ice man like himself in any other circumstances than these?