This wasn't smart, oh, how he knew this wasn't smart, but somehow now was not a time for rational thinking. All the memories of earlier today, of kissing Brett so ardently in the stairwell at the con, came back into his mind and he was painfully hard again, instantly. He kissed him now, again and again, their tongues dancing, crashing, demanding, giving. He poured all of his angst, all of the fear and jealousy he had felt into the kiss, this kiss that was consuming him whole. Brett pushed his pelvis against Eddy and he felt he was just as solid.
Oh...
Brett grunted softly, one of these beautiful grunts that came out of the deepest parts of him, and Eddy couldn't help himself. He knew they couldn't risk getting naked, not here where there were only shadows hiding them from the rest of the deserted courtyard. So before he could tell himself it was a bad idea he wrung his hand into Brett's black shorts and closed his hand around his hardness. He needed him, he needed to feel him, he needed him to be as close as possible. He wanted to feel him pulse, wanted to listen to his breath speed up as he made him climax, as he came, only for him, always only for him. He was tugging faster now, and Brett's belly muscles were already starting to shiver and tense.
"Oh yes." Brett whispered hoarsely, Eddy himself building as well even though there was no hand even near him. "Oh, yes."
His mouth was on Brett's as he tipped him over the edge, and Brett's soft moan into his mouth was everything, everything in the whole world. Brett's warmth spilled over his hand, and he kept it there for a long moment, reveling in it, in him, in the love that he now knew again that Brett felt only for him.
"Fuck, Eddy." Brett whispered then. "That was..."
Brett would probably step away now, Eddy knew that, even though by now he himself was straining against his jeans so hard it hurt. But then Brett was always the rational one, the responsible one. It was fine.
He almost shouted when Brett's hand was suddenly around him through his jeans.
"So." Brett whispered in his teasing tone, his lips scraping over his jaw line. "You thought you'd let me walk around all night with dirty boxers, hey?"
Eddy grinned softly, almost dizzy with excitement now that Brett's fingers were brushing over his fly, feeling their way around the tip of his erection. Brett looked around him quickly.
"I guess some repercussion is in order then?"
All thoughts of anyone walking this way were well obsured as Brett's hand made its way into his jeans in turn. He started moving straight away.
Brett's tongue was with his again, but sweeter now, more gentle. His hand was relentless, though, moving up and down in the narrowness of Eddy's black jeans. Somehow it made it all much better and it took no time at all before he threw his head back and came, and came, until he was all wrung out, and sated.
"Thank God I decided to wear black." Brett grinned as they were walking back towards the entrance to the dorm.
Eddy smiled, and he looked down in the little bit of light coming from a window. He knew there was a wet spot, he could feel it in his underwear despite the clean up they had awkwardly attempted in the shadows with some kleenex from Brett's backpack. But he knew that no one would see it.
"Good forethought.
"Yeah. Remind me to wear black to every party from now on if you're going to do that to me."
"I may have to keep you to that. So, what are you going to say to her?"
Brett shrugged in the low light.
"I dunno. But right now I feel like I'm on top of the world. I'll think of something."
Eddy nodded. He didn't have it in him to feel worried, now. Because yeah, Brett would be facing Natalia again, but he would have the evidence of his arousal, of the climax that only Eddy had given him, still in his shorts.
Who the hell could hurt them if they had that?