Allegro con fuoco

LXII (NSFW)

There was no room for thoughts anymore now, because Brett's mouth was on his, his tongue thrashing in, insistant. He was pushing his pelvis into him, his erection hard and firm through his trousers. 
"Fuck." he whispered in Brett's mouth. He kissed him again, wet lips, mouths, tongues, his hand slipping down of its own accord and cupping him. Brett moaned into his mouth and his own erection felt like it would burst out of his jeans. 
They shouldn't take long. So he took a split second decision and sat down on the closed toilet seat. He janked at Brett's belt and pulled his jeans open. Brett was there, big, quivering. He wanted him, needed him, wanted to be as close as he could to him. So he grabbed his bum cheeks with both hands as he took him into his mouth. Long, firm strokes as his fingers went back and explored his opening. Brett's hands were fisting in his hair and he was guiding him now, up, down, deeper and deeper. 
"No. Oh, God, yes." Brett hissed. "Eddy, I love you! I love you!" 
He could hear his deep groan, he could feel him start to pulse, and he rode the waves with him until Brett slacked back and heaved a massive sigh. Eddy swallowed quickly and started to get back up, but Brett pushed him back down, closed his trousers in one quick move and crouched down to sit in front of him, his back against the stall door. 
"Eddy..." he said. His cheeks were wet, but his eyes were shining. And his hand moved forward slowly to encase Eddy's erection. Then he kissed him once and opened his jeans. Eddy leaned back a little to give him space, then groaned as he freed his erection. Brett gently kissed the tip. 
"Eddy, my Eddy." he whispered against it. "Forever."
His mouth was hot, and so, so good. He knew exactly what to do, of course, to get him crazy. The way his tongue flicked, just like that, the way he pushed him higher and higher. The images they had talked about where flashing through his brain. Them, busking. Playing video games. Their little place behind the trees in the park. Brett's bedroom, his own bedroom. Sleepovers, where they would hardly sleep, but chat all night and play more video games. And all the while Brett's mouth went up and down, his fingers going up to tweak his nipples, Eddy's answering moan seeming to come from someone else somewhere else, in a different world. The images took him away again, to their time at AYO, in Perth, all the way to their own apartment, their home. Coming out to his mother, her eventual and reluctant start to acceptance. His eyes opened to see the white tiles above him, the door, and Brett's head, moving up and down on him. 
The orgasm overtook him so unexpectedly that he had to bite his tongue to avoid shouting out. And the waves kept coming, and coming, the orgasm going on and on as if it could heal it all. As if it could affirm it all. 
He was panting as he came down from it to find Brett in front of him, eyes glittering, cheeks dry. He swiped gently at a stray tear on Eddy's face. 
"Any good?" he whispered, and Eddy nodded. 
"Simply the best."

Brett was the one to open the door just an inch and slip out. Eddy waited, a minute, maybe two, then opened the door quite normally, as if nothing had happened at all. There were some people, walking away from them, but backs didn't have eyes. They were safe. And so happy. It was pervading his every cell. 
"I can't believe we just did that." he said as he looked back at the toilet stall. 
Brett grinned. 
"Me either. Maybe we should get out of here, just in case?"
"I'm ready to get out of here. Let's get something to eat and head back to the hotel."
Brett ran the back of his hand over his own. 
"Cool. I like it, fiancee."
Fiancee. 
Wow, did that ever have a ring to it. 
"Fiancee. I'll buy you hotpot."
"Deal."