Andante con Brio

CLXXXII (NSFW)

"Eddy." Brett whispered as he closed the door behind them. Todd had smiled in that way again, just now in the lift, in that way that said: I know exactly what you're planning. But the excitement had been flooding back into his system the whole trip back to the hotel, so by that point, honestly, Eddy couldn't care less what Todd did, or didn't understand. All he knew now is that Brett was here, and he was looking at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. 
How was it even possible to be this lucky? 
"Bretty." Eddy whispered back. He stepped forward until they were right in front of each other, but not touching. 
Not yet. 
Tonight they were going to take things slow. 
He smiled as he thought back on earlier, how they had both been about to explode, how intense his orgasm had been. There was a new one now, somewhere deep down, building slowly, but patiently. There was no rush, not anymore. 
Brett raised his hand and stroked his hair gently back, then trailed it down so the backs of his supple fingers glanced over Eddy's cheek. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. 
"I love you, Eddy." Brett breathed. His soft breath washed over Eddy's cheek. He opened his eyes and looked right into his love's. 
"I'm going to kiss you now." he breathed back, and oh God, was that a little shiver, that pulled through Brett? 
It was natural, easy, to follow the wave, to lean, to kiss him gently, just on the corner of his mouth. Brett groaned ever so quietly and turned his head so the next kiss was on the lips. 
It was almost like they could discover each other all over again, being here, being home like this. Brett's mouth opened slightly and Eddy licked his lips, exploring, inviting. 
"Oh..." Brett grunted as he deepened the kiss and pulled him close. "Let's have a shower."
"Okay."
He had seen the shower, earlier. It was certainly big enough for the two of them. Eddy could feel his eyes glitter as he backed away and took Brett's hand, pulling him towards the bathroom. 
"Wait a sec."
Brett's voice was all hoarse, in that way that made Eddy mad with lust. He bent over to his case and opened it quickly, then took something out of a little pocket. Eddy's breath halted for a moment, because he instantly knew what it was. 
Lube. 
Wait, in the shower? Oh!
He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Look, he knew what they both wanted. Take it slow, savour it. Make this the best time yet.  
"Come." Brett breathed then, holding out his hand, and Eddy took it, let himself be taken to the bathroom. 
Brett let go of his hand and he stood a little ways back from him. His eyes ran over Eddy's body, from up, to down, and Eddy would be insecure, or awkward, but what was there to be awkward about when Brett's eyes were so fiery, so hungry and yet so loving? Then Brett smiled, his lazy, sexy smile, and it was Eddy's turn to shiver. Brett stepped forward and gave him a long, hot kiss, then started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, deliberately. When he got to the bottom one he let it slide off Eddy's shoulders and fall to the floor. His fingers were at Eddy's belt, tugging it open, opening his fly, pulling them down. 
"You're so beautiful." he said just as he kissed him again. 
"So are you." Eddy breathed back as his fingers were already at Brett's clothes, tugging, suddenly impatient to see him, to touch him. 
"Come." Brett said. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers, quickly turned on the shower and held out his hand.