Andante con Brio

CXXXI

"Good morning."
Brett's voice was soft, but it pushed through his doze anyway.
"Hmm."
"Eddy, come on. Wake up, my sweet. We gotta get up."
Okay, so now Brett's voice was insistant enough that he knew better than to keep his eyes shut. He groaned. 
"Fuck, is it morning already? I need about ten hours more sleep."
Brett chuckled softly and then he stroked Eddy's belly through his t shirt, with the back of his index finger. His other hand was resting on Eddy's side, and he squeezed him gently. 
"Yep. Sorry. It is. And you have shit to do."
Eddy groaned again. 
"Yeah, I know. Practising for the competition. Rehearsal at ten. Fuck that."
Brett leaned over and kissed him then, just really gently, but Eddy reacted instinctively. He turned his head and grabbed Brett's torso with both hands, pulling him closer. Then he hooked his leg over Brett's and kissed him back, but for real this time. 
His eyes were plenty easy to open now, and the excitement from last night was already flooding back into his system. But Brett let him go then, and he chuckled again. 
"As much as I would love to take this further, we really do need to get up, my love. It's nine already. We'll have to rush as it is."
 "Hmm. That sucks."
Brett kissed him once on the forehead and smiled sweetly. 
"I'll tell you what, you get up now, and later, this evening, we'll carry on with this, how about that?"
"Hmph. Do you promise?"
"Absolutely."

Eddy rolled over with more than a little chagrin and got up in one movement. He shook his head and walked over to the doors to the balcony, stepping out into a cool and crisp Brisbane morning. The park below him was gorgeous at this time of the day, with just a little bit of fog left hugging the grass, already quickly being driven out by the sun. He yawned and stretched. Okay, so yes, he was tired still, but he was definitely a lot more rested now that he had had a good night's sleep. He walked back inside after a moment, opened the cupboard and selected a white button down shirt. 
No need to feel awkward and gawky again, right? Even if they weren't recording a thing today?
Brett was getting dressed too, over by the bed, but he suddenly seemed a million miles away. Eddy eyed him from the side. Wait, what was going on with him? Why was he turning away, towards the wall, looking all pensive?
"Bretty? Penny for your thoughts?"
Brett turned around and smiled at him, but his eyes were hooded, somehow. His fingers were buttoning his shirt quickly. A light blue one, this time. 
"I'm just thinking about something. I'll tell you about it later."
Eddy's eyebrows knitted together. 
"Do I need to be worried?"
Brett walked over to him then and he pressed yet another soft kiss to his forehead. 
"No, my love. Quite the opposite, I hope. It's just... just an idea of mine. I'll tell you at some point when we're not in a rush, alright? Don't worry about it, okay?"

Fuck. 
What the hell was going on? And Eddy would have said more right then, asked more, maybe he would even have resorted to torture, tickling the truth out of him? But Brett was already halfway out of the door and on his way to the living room.
"Shit." Eddy muttered as he pulled on his customary pair of black jeans on the double and checked the mirror on the side of the cupboard to see if he wasn't looking like an inversed leek. "Hey, Bretty! Hang on! Hold up!"