Closer

52.

That did not happen. There was no way that had just happened. As soon as the orgasm had settled, Eddy realized it had actually happened and he could not deal with it. He didn't want to deal with it.

Brett pitied him. He had told him what's wrong, and Brett felt bad for him.

He didn't have time to think before the tears flowed over and he stumbled as he rolled out of bed. Why would he say that? Why would he kiss him like that?

"Eddy?" Brett asked concerned, reaching for his hand, but was quickly slapped away. Eddy choked back a sob and shook his head hard before making a quick escape to the bathroom. He heard Brett behind him, but he slammed the bathroom door before he could catch up, locking it behind him.

It felt like the world was crumbling around him, like all the walls he had managed to build around him was forcefully broken apart. Brett had told him the words he had wanted to hear for so long, but there was no way it could be true. He had finally felt Brett's kiss, something he'd longed for forever, but it would pull them apart. There was no way Brett actually loved him, and Eddy didn't know how he could pretend to be fine after this.

"Eddy? Please, I'm sorry if I said something wrong..." he heard muffled from outside the bathroom door as he slid down to sit on the floor. He felt the evidence of their sex run out of him, and it just made him feel worse.

"Eddy, please," Brett pleaded outside, but Eddy just held himself. He could still feel Brett's lips on his and the vague taste of coffee kept lingering in his mouth where Brett's tongue had touched his for just a moment.

"Why would you do that?!" Eddy sobbed back at him, trying to wipe his tears. "I won't be able to keep it together anymore, Brett, why would you..? You don't love me, you idiot."

"Eddy, please..."

Brett had to step away from the bathroom door when Eddy threw it open.
"You don't fucking love me, okay?!" Eddy almost yelled at him, and Brett felt the need to hug the fragile boy in front of him. His eyes were red from crying, cum was running down his leg still and the shaking was so bad he had to support himself on the door frame. "You don't, you're... Why did you think I'd even believe that?"

"But I..."

"No, Brett! I'm not gonna fall for this, just stop!" Eddy cried, not sure what to do with himself. The rug was being pulled from under him as he felt everything he lived for slipping between his fingers like sand.

"Eddy, I swear, I'm telling the truth. I'm sorry if it's sudden, but I didn't really... I didn't realize..." Brett tried to explain, his eyes meeting Eddy's. "I've been blind, okay?"

"Stop, Brett. You're just feeling bad for me, and I get it. I'd do anything for you too, but... I can't let you do this, Brett," Eddy sniffled, wiping his tears with a shaky hand. "I'm sorry I feel this way, okay? I'll... I'll sort it out. I'll make it stop, okay?"

Brett shook his head quietly and pulled the taller boy into a hug, ignoring the fact that they were both naked still.
"Please don't," Brett whispered in his ear, holding on tightly to the hug and feeling Eddy shaking in his arms. "I'm sorry I've been so blind."