9. Concerto

                                    

                                          
*the present time
                          
For a better experience, I recommend reading this chapter while you listen  to Tchaikovsky' Piano Concerto No. 2 in G major Op. 44: II. Andante non troppo 
                          
Brett remains quiet for an instant. He doesn't quite know what he should say.
He feels his stomach twitching. 
                          
“Yes...I remember”, Brett answers almost in a whisper.
He can hear his voice, but doesn’t recognize it.
                          
His head is aching. The ache on his stomach grows. 
                          
Eddy is looking at his eyes, intensely. He takes Brett's hand and brings it close to his cheek, softly caressing his fingers.
                          
“Brett”, he mumbles, and takes the other's hand squeezing it. “Why did you let me kissed you that time on the beach?” 
                          
Brett shivers. Turns to see him with his eyes wide open. Eddy's eyes are sparkling, and a smile is growing on his lips. Brett stares to those lips...
                          
“Because...you said you wanted to”, he hesitates, “Practice, you said”. His voice crackes at the end of the sentence. 
                          
“Well, that kind of came later, isn't it?”, Eddy laughs nervously. “The first time, I didn't say that”, he presses his fingers in to Brett's palm, encouraging him to speak. 
                          
Brett is shocked. It seems like the long question he had avoid since more than 10 years ago, finally is slapping him hard right on his face. And it hurts. 
                          
He takes a long sigh. Eddy waits. 
                          
“I wanted to kiss you, Eddy”, Brett lets out, before starting to shake. Her voice gets lower and lower. “I wanted to. But I knew it was wrong. I'm sorry-“
                          
He cant finished that sentence. Eddy's lips are caressing hims. Softly first, then a bit harder. 
                          
Brett can't breath.
                          
His head feels dizzy. His hands are running through Eddy's back bringing him closer and closer.
                          
The heat, the electricity...it feels just too good. His head is spinning, and his legs are loosing up. Brett begins to sweetly moan.
                          
“This feels like a dream”
                          
Eddy bites Brett’s lips, playfully, while gently stroking Brett's hair, pushing him closer and closer.
                          
Suddenly, between the sweetness and warmness, Brett tastes on his tongue something salty and cold.
                          
He opens his eyes slowly...
                          
“Eddy...”, he says grabbing Eddy's face between his hands so he can look at him. His eyes are red, and tears are falling down his cheeks. Brett shivers, “Why are you crying?”
                          
Eddy kisses him again, not answering. Now his hands are clinging to Brett's waist, fingers squizzing under his shirt, close to his hips. 
                          
He lets go off Brett's lips, sinking his head on his neck. Squizzing him harder. He can feel his chest, his heart beating loudly.