Andante

CLXXVII

They had actually made a pretty decent amount of money, really. He had given it a cursory count as they packed up their violins and headed to their normal Bubble tea place. Eddy saw the shop now, down the street, and suddenly he found himself hoping that that blonde barista wouldn't be there today, that girl who had asked him out on his birthday. One awkward blonde between them was quite enough for one day, thank you very much. 
Well. At least that barista was nice, and kind, and had been completely and utterly normal to them since, unlike the horrible blonde haired gossipy witch that he now felt Angelica to be. 
Angelica. What a weird name for someone he hated. 
"When will your parents leave?" he asked Brett as they walked up to the shop entrance. 
"In an hour, or so. We should probably get the teas to go, so we get to say bye like good little boys."
Eddy grinned. "Sure. Cool."

Eddy wanted to kick Brett's parents out of the house, the excitement of finally being alone together with no one there to overhear, no one there to walk in on them mounting in him until he could barely bear it. But of course he stood politely to the side as Brett's parents got their last things together and put their shoes on by the door. He smiled pleasantly at them, his eyes calm and still. 
Or so he hoped, anyway.
"Bye mum! Bye dad!" Brett called from the doorway, and he closed it behind them. Then he stood completely still with his back to the closed glass door, moving his lips ever so slightly as if he were counting. The sound of the car being started came through the door, and slowly died away down the street. Eddy stood near the door to the kitchen, frozen to the spot, eyeing him in this moment that was the gateway between in and out. 
Then Brett seemed to straighten himself, and he smiled this lazy, sweet, confident smile, a smile that made Eddy's insides melt. He sauntered over to Eddy, ever so calmly, his face relaxed, but his eyes held a fierceness that made Eddy hold his breath. 
"So." Brett said, raising one eyebrow, as he came to a stop right in front of Eddy. His warm breath washed over Eddy's cheek. "We do seem to be alone. So that brings us to point one on the agenda."
Eddy blinked. Oh. Whoa. Was his voice even going to work?
"What... what is point one on the agenda?" he whispered. 
Brett's eyebrow moved again. 
"Why, I'm glad you asked. Point one on the agenda is kissing you. Hard."
"Oh." Eddy managed before Brett's lips were on his, his tongue trashing against his, backing him up to the white door jamb, and this wasn't just any kiss; no, this kiss was passion, it was possession, it was fire. Eddy was barely keeping himself upright, thankful for the support of the door frame, by the time Brett let him go. Brett exhaled slowly and rested his forehead against his. 

"Wow." Eddy whispered. Brett simply smiled that smile again. 
"Yeah. Wow." he said as he released Eddy and took a step back. His eyes were glittering like Christmas stars. "Okay, so that makes it time for point two on the agenda: eating."
Eating? What, now? To be honest Eddy would have been quite okay with staying with point one on Brett's imaginary agenda all evening by this point, but Brett had already started walking back to the kitchen. Eddy watched him appreciatively from the door opening, how he walked with his shoulders slightly down, his black jeans hugging his bum.
Oh, he did like the way those jeans hugged his bum, and he found himself calling him, his voice still hoarse.
"Hey, Brett?"
Brett turned around. 
"Yeah?"
"You know... I like confident, sexy Brett."
He could see Brett's face lighting up, and with a couple of quick steps he was in front of him again. 
"I'm glad you like him. He's only for you, you know." he said softly, his voice suddenly thick with something. 
Eddy nodded. Yeah, he knew that, and it was the best thing ever. And for a moment he thought about kissing him again, making him stay; he knew he could. But quickly he decided he would roll with what Brett had planned. 
"So, dinner, huh?"
Brett kissed him once, quickly on the nose. 
"Yes. Dinner."