Closer

79. (nsfw)

Eddy was selfish. Pushing Brett down on his back, letting his lips trail along his jawbone, pressing their groins together. It was all selfish. He wanted Brett to forget everything he had with Leonora down to the making of their daughter. He wanted to taint the memory with himself. He wanted to prove he was better.

"I love you," Brett breathed, sneaking his hands under Eddy's shirt to feel the hint of a sixpack he kept hidden under there. His hands followed the vague lines up before running his thumbs over his nipples a few times. "So, so much."

"I love you too, Brett. And Imma make you feel good, okay?" Eddy purred in his ear, shivering from Brett's nice touch. "Real good."

Brett smiled up at him, taking a hold of his neck to pull him down into a kiss.
"You always do, but I want to make love with you," Brett said, gently caressing Eddy's cheek. "Not just fuck."

"Don't see why both can't happen at the same time," Eddy chuckled, sitting straddled over Brett. He could feel the tent in Brett's trousers press against his ass.

"Fair," Brett said, rolling his hips up to increase the pressure. It wasn't really a conscious movement, and a light moan escaped his lips. "But well, if we're fucking... Please let me fuck you already?"

"So impatient," Eddy mumbled, and leaned down again to kiss Brett's neck while making circles against his groin with his hips. Brett let his head drop heavily down on the couch cushion. He let his eyes fall closed and allowed the good feeling to swallow him.

"Bretty?"

Eddy's voice sounded like it was so far away, and when he opened his eyes again, Eddy was riding him hard and fast. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get any words out.

"Fuck me until I'm as pregnant as her, Bretty," he heard Eddy's voice again, a lot more unclear this time. Like he was hearing it under water. He opened his mouth to protest that, well, Eddy couldn't be pregnant and that he didn't need him to be anyway.

"Brett?"

His voice was much clearer now, but it felt like weights were holding him down, like when Leonora pushed him back on this very couch and had him raw. She knew he never wanted to have sex without a condom.

"Brett!"

Brett's eyes flew open to Eddy's disappointed face. He could feel his dick in his ass, Eddy's hands resting on his chest, his own hands lying limply by his head.

"That bad, huh?" Eddy asked, trying to make a joke about it despite obviously being hurt. Brett had fallen asleep.

"No, no, I'm just..."

"I called your name three times, Brett," Eddy sighed, moving so Brett wasn't inside him anymore. "I'm sorry, I thought it would be good with me on top. Let's swap."

"Eddy, I'm sorry, that's not..."

"Let's swap," Eddy said, sounding almost stern now. Brett sat up more to do what he said, but his mood was significantly diminished.

Pushing himself inside Eddy, lying all spread out on the couch, looking like the hottest thing in the world while also looking like he wanted to cry felt all wrong.

"Please fuck me, Brett," Eddy said, looking up at him, but his tone felt all wrong. "Take what you want, make it good."

"Are you sure you want this, Eddy? I'm sorry I fell asleep, I'm just..."

"Have me, Brett. Please."