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The anticipation was almost too much, as Eddy walked down the familiar roads towards Brett's house.
He had done his last exam today. His very, very last exam, the last time he would sit at a little table and sweat over a piece of paper. From now on, the med school entrance exam he would sit in a couple of weeks aside, he would only be poring over pieces of paper about music theory and history. 
And that was piss easy. He would be free to do what he had always wanted; play the violin. Do nothing but practice, and practice, and get as good as he possibly could. 
And just in case that fact wouldn't have been enough for a face splitting goofy grin, he was on his way to Brett's. Who was home. Alone. Because his parents were going to the movies and his little brother was off at some sleepover. They would have hours of having the house completely to himself, and he thought the corners of his mouth would touch his ears in a minute. 

"Hey." 
Brett's voice was quite normal as he opened the glass door with its metal mesh, pushing aside the other door with his foot, but Eddy could see the little glitter in his eye. "How was the exam?"
Eddy shrugged as he walked in and kicked off his shoes by the sign that told him to take them off. 
As if he would forget. 
"It went okay. How did your rehearsal go?"
Brett locked the inner door behind them both. 
"Long. Come on, let's go upstairs. I've ordered take out, it'll be here in an hour. I'm making money now, teaching, so I can treat my man."
"Wow, thanks!"
Eddy watched the muscles under his boyfriend's shirt bunch as he bent over to close his violin case, that was on the piano stool in the corner. He was going to treat him, hey? Brett had been teaching for a while now, starting with one of his neighbour kids, but now he had a few kids he was teaching, going around to their houses after school and doing Suzuki one ad nauseaum. Eddy really wasn't sure if he would have the patience to do the same. But maybe he would have to, some point?  
"I'd love to sit in on a lesson one day. I'd love to see how you teach."
Eddy was completely sure that Brett would be a wonderful teacher. He was the most patient guy he knew, in the end. 
Brett was already running up the stairs as he answered.
"Sure. You thinking about getting some students of your own?"
Eddy followed him with a grin. "Yeah maybe. One day. I'm sure I don't have your ability do deal with their crap intonation and shit attitude though."
Brett looked around as they made their way through the upstairs landing, his eyebrows raised in irony.  
"What, you're trying to tell me I have shit intonation myself?"
"Oh come on."
Eddy shoved at Brett's right shoulder just as he walked into his room, and he clutched it in fake outrage, making a show of letting himself drop on his bed like a stone. 
"And now he's hitting me! Help! Domestic abuse!"

Eddy didn't care about how many giggles escaped him, because the house was empty,right? Only Brett to hear, and he was allowed. So he just lept forward and straddled him, pinning him down by the wrists. Brett's whole face was a grin, that little glitter in his eyes now a full blown starry sky. 
"So." he said softly. "Now that you've got me here, what are you going to do with me?"
Eddy bent forward ever so slowly.
"I'm going to kiss you." 
He leaned over and pressed the gentlest kiss to the side of his boyfriend's mouth. Brett hummed softly and then he turned very suddenly, so Eddy landed on the bed beside him. He put his hands on either side of Eddy's face.
"I think that's a fantastic idea."
Then he leaned over to him and his soft lips molded to Eddy's. 



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