LXXXV (NSFW)

                                    

                                          
He could do this all day, he really could. He presses him back gently against the door, kissing him hard, their breaths quick, to match their hearts. 
Oh, God. He's life itself. 
"Bretty..." Eddy whispers urgently against his cheek. Brett chuckles. 
"Miss me?"
"A little."
Since when is he that honest? This is past bro-dom, very obviously. He's past caring, very obviously. Brett must be able to see how he feels by now, but that's okay with him. He's long lost anyway, there's no way back from here. He doubles down to kiss him again, pressing his pelvis against him urgently. Brett chuckles again. 
"So you did. Very good."
Everything inside Eddy stills at his tone. Oh, that's a good tone, a sexy tone, a tone that takes charge. It's so easy to melt at a tone like that, harder not to simp like an idiot. 
"Oh..." he breathes. 
"Yeah?" One more chuckle, eyes blacker than black, a hand held out to him, a gesture to follow. 
To be honest, Eddy would have been happy with the door, but he follows obediently. Who could do anything but listen to a tone like that? 
Brett closes the door behind him and stands, oozing sexiness. His eyes run over Eddy's body, up, down, up down. Then he steps forward.
"So lovely." he whispers in Eddy's ear. A shiver runs through him, all the way from his crown, down to his toes. Oh, to simper in his arms forever but no. No, no. He can't be weak all the time, he wants to take charge. 
He wants to see him the way he saw him the other night. He rights himself, and he feels Brett responding, stepping away just an inch, his eyes on him, waiting, watching. 
"What's next?" Brett whispers. Eddy says nothing, he just points to the bed.
It looked so inviting and yet so forlorn when he was packing. It won't be forlorn now. Brett gives him half a smirk, except his eyes are too wide for that, too moist, too open. Then he steps against the bed and lets himself fall backwards. 
It's like Christmas and his birthday at once, this gift that Eddy gets to unpack. Sure, they have a million things to do. Right now he doesn't care. So he bends, leisurely, and kisses him chastely, on the cheek. Then he trails kisses down, down his cheek, down his neck, and over his shoulder. Brett groans loudly and his hips buck off the bed. 
"Fuck." Eddy grunts. The skin just by Brett's collarbone is so, so soft. He strokes it now as he trails kisses further down, down to his happy trail. The button gets in the way but he's quick to open it. A glance up, just to check. Brett is there, eyes half shut, surrendered.
Surrendered to him. It makes him feel omnipotent. 
Eddy is smiling as he peels his jeans down his legs and throws them on the floor. He's back already, to add the underwear to the pile. Brett groans again as Eddy's finger runs along the length of him. 
What is left to do? He's there, right there. For him. So he bends forward and takes him into his mouth, then sucks tentatively until the groan he's waiting for comes. 
"God, Eddy. Oh, God. Yes!" Brett calls and that's it, Eddy grabs him and moves up, and down. 

Breaths are speeding up, somehow synchronised though their positions are so different. Oh, this is so, so good. He's driving him higher and higher, when suddenly a loud click comes through the space. His head flies up in shock. Brett bolts upright. The door has been thrown open, hitting the wall hard, a flurry of brown hair enters the space. Dark brown eyes take in the scene, rushing from Brett, to Eddy, to Brett again. 
"I knew it." Tory hisses. "I fucking knew it all along."