Straight

II (NSFW)

He has no idea why, but Brett stills. And looks away, to the other wall.
Wait, did he say something wrong? Why isn't Brett saying he gets it, he wonders about that too?
It takes an eternity before Brett turns back. The movie is still on, but by now he has no idea what's even going on on the screen anymore.
"Erm." Brett seems shy, for some reason, and his cheeks have more colour than normal. He waits again, and Eddy starts to worry more. Shit, should he not have said?

"Eddy..." Brett says eventually as he looks down at his legs. "I mean... I get that. Do you... do you want me to wank you? I... I'd do that, for you. You could pretend it's Vanessa."
The earth falls down from the sky and shatters around him, pulling up together again but in a different shape. Why the fuck has Brett offered this? Isn't that way too gay? Aren't people already shipping them, making enough jokes, without it being partially true?
But his dick is straining so much he thinks he might come on the spot.
He can see in Brett's eyes that he means it. They're open, they're calm, like they usually are. It's only the tension in his lips that betrays he's worried too.
Eddy needs to say something that will make that better.
"That... that's quite the offer."
He can't help it, his voice is hoarse, so hoarse.
"I... I just wanna help." Brett says quietly. "It's nothing. You can just ignore it."

But there's no way he can ignore that, is there? His dick throbs and waits for him to say.
"O-okay."
"Okay? You mean.... you mean you want me to?"
It helps that Brett is just as fucking awkward as he is. In fact, it makes everything so much easier.
"Yeah. Thanks."
It won't mean anything, right? It's just one bloke, doing something for another bloke?
"Okay. Lie back, I guess?"
Brett has scooted over and is looking down, right at his tent. And suddenly all of Eddy starts to quiver. Oh God, he's about to be touched there, touched there for real, by something that's not his own hand. Suddenly the fact that it's not a girl's hand doesn't mean anything, he just wants it to start already. He knows he's panting now, and he knows Brett will be able to hear, will be able to see how his mouth has opened slightly, how his skin is flushed.
"You sure?"
"Fuck, Brett, just do it already!"
Brett grins without humour and pulls on the string that holds up his shorts.
"Okay." he whispers, and pulls down the shorts slightly. Eddy springs free straight away.
He closes his eyes and tries to see the image of kissing Vanessa again, of cupping her small, perfect breast again, but for some reason he can't, and he almost screams when Brett's hand is on him. Brett grabs him tight and rubs his thumb over the end.
"Oh fuck." Eddy moans, he can't help himself. "Brett! Oh fuck. Just like that."
Brett moves his hand up, and down once, and stills again, rubs again and waits. He looks at him for a second through feverish eyes, and Brett's gazing at him soberly, openly, something on his face Eddy has never seen.
"This good?"
He moves again, up and down, stills and rubs.
"Please..." is all Eddy can say now. He can feel his orgasm building already, even though he's barely been touched. It's so different, having someone else touch him, not knowing every spot, every millimetre, not knowing what Brett will do next.
He does know he will implode if Brett doesn't speed up though.
"Please."
Does Brett grin again? He's not sure, but suddenly Brett moves much faster, his hand firm and warm, his thumb still rubbing just there, and Eddy screams for real now, as he comes, and comes, spilling his warmth over Brett's fingers, Brett wringing out every last bit of him.