Andante

CXXX

The accoustics weren't bad, really, in that little bedroom. Rather than take separate rooms and practise at the same time, the boys opted to listen to each other practise. They warmed up together in a cacophony of major and minor scales and triads, and then Eddy sat down on the double bed and watched as Brett played through his repertoire; the stuff he'd want to play at his audition quite soon. 
He was making so much progress, as well, Eddy could hear it in everything. Musicality seemed to pour out of him now as he attacked his sautillé, as he played his legato lines, as he even did some left hand pizz. 
Brett was a lot better at left hand pizz than he was. He almost forgot where he was as he listened, transfixed by the movement, by his boyfriend's body, moving with the music, completely at one with his violin. When Brett looked at him expectantly after the last chord he felt like he was waking up from a trance. 
Mate. It's your turn to speak. 
"Brett, it's awesome." he said quickly, his voice soft and somewhat hoarse. "You've gotten even better. I love it. You're definitely getting in."
He got up clumsily, a bit stiff from sitting cross-legged for so long. He took Brett's violin and bow out of his hands and put them on Brett's open case. Then he kissed his cheek and pulled him close. 
"Definitely." 
Brett's eyes were the deepest, deepest dark brown as he looked up at Eddy and smiled. 
"Thanks, Eddy. I'm going to tell my parents this week."
Eddy wanted to kiss him for real, but he knew that would not be helpful in getting any practice done. So he just kissed his cheek. 
"Tell me when, and I'll be close." 
Brett nodded and sat down on the bed, on the very spot where Eddy had been listening a few minutes ago. 

He could tell straight away how good it was to play for someone else. Playing with someone else in the room highlighted all the bits you weren't sure about, as well as all the bits that you were sure about. He breathed deeply, he stood rooted to the spot and he played through his concerto, mentally noting all the things he wanted to work on when he'd be back home. Or maybe tomorrow morning, if they did go into separate rooms then. 

"You shouldn't doubt yourself so much, you know. You're an awesome violinist."
Brett had gotten up so quietly that Eddy hadn't even noticed, or maybe he'd just been really focused on the last movement? But he was there now, right beside him, so he put down his violin and walked into Brett's waiting arms. 
"You think so?" he mumbled, feeling the warmth of Brett's chest against his own. 
"I know so."
It was basically magnetism, the pull between them. The thought of the people downstairs went to the back of Eddy's mind as he kissed him, softly at first, but quickly more insistently. Brett groaned, that contented sound that made Eddy want him even more, that made him want to lose himself. 

"Dinner!" 

Of course. Eddy let go and he couldn't help himself, he started giggling. 
Lily, you... 
Nah, he wasn't thinking that word. Not about his lovely friend. But he was still giggling, and now Brett was giggling too. 
"We have tonight." Brett said then, and Eddy looked at him and nodded. He was right. They did have tonight, plus they could spend the evening being out the whole time. 
When had he last been this happy?
"Okay. Let's go eat and socialise, huh?"
"Yeah. Can't promise I won't be thinking about this, though."
Eddy felt that little shiver down his spine again as Brett said those words, and he kissed him one more time. 
"Me too, Bretty. Me too."