Andante con Brio

II (NSFW)

"Eddy, I'm just going out to get some ingredients!"
His mum was calling in Mandarin from what he was guessing was the foot of the stairs.
"Okay!" he called back through the closed door.
He was sitting cross-legged on his bed with a controller in his hand, while Brett had taken the desk chair and rolled it up right next to the foot of the bed. They had been engrossed in their game so much that he had to look at the clock now to have any idea what time it was. Three, already, on this long-awaited day, when he had finally turned eighteen. He didn't know what his mum would be cooking, but he hoped it would be hotpot.
Well, whatever she was making him, he should enjoy it while he could, because he figured she probably wouldn't ever cook him anything nice again after he sat her down tomorrow and told her about the con.
Or maybe... he could wait until the day after tomorrow? 
Jeez. 

"She's gone?" Brett asked him quietly.
"Hmh, I think so." he hummed. But when he looked up he stopped in his tracks.
There was a twinkle in Brett's eye, and this happened to be a twinkle he knew very well by now, because it was the twinkle that had taken them to bathrooms in Perth, to secret hide-outs in parks... yes, way too many visits to the hide-out in the park this year. It was a miracle they'd never been made.
He put down his controller down on the bed beside him and licked his lips, which were suddenly dry.
"Your sister is home?" Brett asked in the same soft tone, but it was a tone with an undercurrent in it that was making Eddy's heart pound in his throat. That was making him tingle all over.
He cleared his throat softly.
"Erm, yes. But she'll never come in here."
Brett nodded as he got up and sauntered calmly over to him.
"And you're eighteen, since last midnight."
Eddy just nodded, all of his words seemingly having taken a very sudden vacation in Barbados.
Brett sat down next to him on the bed and rested his left hand on Eddy's thigh. 
"I mean, I know I've given you a new shoulder rest and an Ysaye score and all, but I thought that maybe I could give you a little extra present.
Oh. 
"O-okay." Eddy managed.
Gently, Brett pushed him backwards onto the bed so his head fell on the pillow. Then he calmly rucked up the hem of Eddy's t-shirt and stroked the heated skin of his belly with the tips of his fingers. He bent over and kissed him there, once, twice, then he trailed kisses all around his belly button. His tongue leasurely swept up, up past his ribs and to the curve of his pecs. Softly he took Eddy's right nipple in his mouth and sucked. Eddy threw his head back and moaned, maybe slightly too loudly, but he was already past caring.
"Do you like that?" Brett whispered, his mouth suddenly very close to his ear.
"F-fuck, yes." Eddy breathed.

He knew it was coming, but still he almost cried out when Brett's hand closed around him through the fabric of his jeans. Oh God, he couldn't believe this was actually happening here, right now, in his own room. He scrunched his eyes shut when Brett's fingers probed gently around the outlines of his erection.
"Ah, Brett, please." he grunted.
"Please, what?" Brett teased by his ear.
"Touch me. Please."
He could sense Brett's grin as he nimbly opened Eddy's fly and unzipped his jeans. Then he rucked up the t-shirt some more and closed his hand firmly around Eddy, moving up and down lightly.
"I love you, you know." he whispered. He bent over and softly licked Eddy's other nipple, his weight pushing Eddy into the mattress, but all the while keeping the light movement of his hand going between their bellies.
"Bretty..." Eddy breathed as his boyfriend sat up again and sped up the movement. It was so easy to surrender himself completely to his love, becoming one with the rhythm of his hand as it went up and down, pushing him higher and higher. His hands were clawing at the headboard and he gripped it tight as he fell, and fell, pulsing powerfully into Brett's hand, moaning as quietly as he could. 

Brett lay down beside him as his heartrate slowed and he came back down to earth. And Eddy was just about to turn slightly onto his side, so he could return the favour, but the sound of the key in the lock was loud, so loud they could both hear it. He stared at Brett with mock horror and Brett giggled softly.
"Your mum has excellent timing. Hang on, I'll get you some tissues." He veered up quickly and reached for the box on the night stand. 
Eddy took the tissues Brett offered him and quickly cleaned himself up, and then he glanced over to the very obvious bulge in Brett's jeans.
"Shit, Brett, how about you?"
Brett shrugged. "It's fine. I knew we didn't have much time, and this present was for you, remember?"
He gave Eddy a quick kiss, got up from the bed and calmly walked over to the sink to wash his hands.