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After their first relations , something had shifted between the dynamics of Brett and Eddy. For some reason, Brett could never look at Eddy the same way. He kept thinking about their first night despite scolding his brain to stop the madness. The thing was, he never expected himself to feel that much. And by feel he meant moan . Whenever a little bit of silence lingers in the air, he couldn’t help but be reminded of how disgracefully he acted.
If only he could go back, there were so many things he would change. But then again, the outcome would’ve been the same. It would all end up with them having shameless sex.
Another thing that changed was Eddy. He seemed to have lost his sense of personal space. His hands always reached out for Brett as if it had a mind of its own. There was this one time when they tried to film a video and he wandered on his boyfriend’s thighs. Brett grabbed his wrist as a reflex in hopes to remove the invasive hand from his body, but Eddy’s grip was way too strong. So he simply let it rest on his lap. What was the worst that could happen? That was clearly a foolish thought which he only realised when Eddy slid his fingers between his creamy legs (he only wore shorts).
Brett’s heartbeat quickened in fear of ruining the video. How could he do that while speaking calmly and so eloquently in front of the camera? He tried his best to remain stoic, nodding occasionally to pretend that he was listening when his mind was screaming for him to call Eddy out. But when Eddy started rubbing his bulge, he broke away from his nonchalant facade to scold him.
“You can’t just grab me when we’re working!” Brett raised his voice. Eddy looked at him incredulously as if he said something offensive.
“Why not? We’re boyfriends now. Why can’t we touch each other?” Eddy blinked his eyes innocently, but Brett knew better than to believe the facade.
“Because we’re working,” Brett breathed heavily. “We need to separate our relationship from work.”
Shortly after he said that, Eddy pecked his lips while muttering an apology. Brett couldn’t get angry anymore after his lover’s sorry which seemed sincere at that time, but then Eddy slid his hand onto Brett’s neck and started deepening the kiss. And when Brett tried to push him away saying it was enough, he travelled down to Brett’s jaw then to his neck, which made Brett’s body go weak. He tried not to get turned on but his body refused to listen. His neck just laid limp on the side as Eddy licked and sucked on his pale nape. Thankfully, when he noticed that the camera was still rolling, he immediately came back to his senses.
“But I’m already hard. You need to take responsibility.” Brett looked at Eddy’s tent and swallowed his saliva. Eddy guided Brett’s hand to it, and Brett found himself unable to pull away. He just watched as his hands lay on the huge bulge hidden by Eddy’s thin grey sweatpants.
Brett didn’t know how Eddy managed to do it, but immediately after that, they were rushing to the couch, and Brett found himself under Eddy once again, legs behind his ears and getting pounded mercilessly with his glasses skewed. They forgot to turn off the camera, and the audible wet sounds as well as skin slapping on skin could be clearly heard.
That day, Eddy filmed alone and told everyone that Brett was sick with a cold. Unfortunately, when he sent the video to Editor-san, he accidentally sent the precious video too which revealed their relationship to their other acquaintances in an embarrassing way.
However, it did not end there. Brett thought it was a one time thing, and he swore to himself that there wouldn’t be another instance wherein they would have sex without discussing it first.
But Eddy was just so horny all the time. And he would touch him inappropriately anywhere, even in public spaces which would make Brett so angry. One time when they were shopping at the mall, Eddy would lean in too close like a big puppy, smell his hair, and hooking his arm on Brett’s shoulder only to squeeze his soft arms. And whenever Brett would try to get away, not even a second later Eddy would be on his side.
It got to the point where Brett would be scared to be alone with Eddy because he knew he would be making such advances. So as much as possible, he preferred hanging out with another friend when they were outside. Someone he could put in the middle of them to avoid Eddy’s malicious hands. But somehow, Eddy would find a way to naturally switch places with their friend so he can touch and fondle Brett even with their presence.
Brett was going insane.
“I’m going to say this in the nicest way possible.” Brett exhaled loudly. “If you’re having you know— urges , you need to go and deal with it yourself.”
“What do you mean?” Eddy pouted. He looked like a kicked puppy. The moving lights from the television shone on his face. Eddy suggested that they should have a late night movie marathon but Eddy had no interest in watching the movie at all. He kept breathing down Brett’s neck and trying to sneak in a peck here and there. Brett found himself scooching over until the corner of the couch but he no longer had any escape.
“Well, I don’t think it’s healthy that we have sex all the time. I get that you have urges but we don’t always have to do it together, you know?” Brett refused to look at Eddy. He focused his eyes on the television because he was pretty sure Eddy would act pitiful. For a moment, Brett felt like a dog owner trying to ignore his overweight pet from eating too much by ignoring its pleas.
Another problem with Eddy was that—it just lasts to long. Longer than humanly possible. He didn’t know if it was normal anymore, and by the end of their sessions, Brett was left witn numb legs, aching back, and gaping hole. One time, he tried to walk to the bathroom and Eddy’s cum dripped down his legs because he refused to wear a condom sometimes.
“I want to feel all of you,” he said. And Brett would have to get the cum out of his hole on his own because if he let Eddy do it, he would just brick up again and try to put it in him.
It was getting pretty frustrating, so he decided to take drastic measures. They needed to stop having sex for the meantime.
“What do you mean? Don’t you like it?” Eddy looked at Brett longingly. And for a minute, Brett wanted to give in.
“Of course I do, it’s just—it’s getting too much. I don’t think it’s normal.”
“Other couples do it all the time. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Well, we have stuff to do and it seems that us having sex is getting in the way of things.”
“We’re earning a lot of money. It’s okay to rest for a while.”
Eddy leaned over and started kissing Brett as he always did to seduce him, and unfortunately it worked every time. Eddy knew all his sensitive spots. He wanted to pull away but found that he couldn’t. He begged his brain to come up with more excuses without getting Eddy’s feelings hurt. But thankfully, someone called Eddy’s phone before he started spewing random nonsense to avoid sex.
“Hello, what is it?” Eddy sighed in frustration.
Brett wanted to leave right then and there but Eddy had his thin thigh firmly held. “Uh huh,”
“Who is it?” Brett mouthed but Eddy kept talking on the phone. After about three minutes, Eddy hung up.
“We’re going to have a photoshoot for a magazine,” Eddy said excitedly. His grin was from ear to ear.
“Really?”
“Yes! It’s going to be epic. Hilary Hahn and other big classical soloists will be there, but we need to fly tomorrow morning to get ready because we’ll also film a Vlog.”
Brett couldn’t contain his happiness. They’ll need to sleep early and for some reason that made him happier than he should be. For a moment, Eddy seemed to have forgotten his desire . And before his libido flared up again, Brett already suggested that they rest. So that night, Brett slept peacefully not knowing the worse to come.