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Brett’s life changed a lot ever since he started dating Eddy. For once, he felt euphoric. Every second of every day, it was as if there were tingles inside his heart. He was just so happy. Even when he stubbed his toe while walking to the bathroom, or when he found out that they were out of shampoo while he was soaked in the shower, he still couldn’t stop grinning. 

Oh, to be in love. 

But if there was one thing that changed the most, it would probably be Brett’s routine. He wasn’t warned that when you date someone, there’d be so much sex. 

It was surprising. During their years as best pals, never once were they ever intimate. Even a slight brush of their hands would cause them to grimace and alleviate the awkwardness by cursing each other. But ever since they started dating, it was as if a switch was flipped and Eddy started coming onto him like a horny rabbit. 

It started right away after Eddy confessed. It was awkward because it was out of the blue. They were eating at a restaurant when Eddy suddenly dropped the bomb. 

“I think I like you,” Eddy said. Brett’s heart almost fell out when he heard those words. But he couldn’t be too excited. It might be a prank. Or maybe he didn’t mean it the way he thought it did. 

“Yeah, of course you like me. We wouldn’t last as friends, flatmates, and co-workers if you didn’t.” 

Eddy sighed. He put his spoon and fork down in the middle of cutting his steak. Eddy could never be interrupted while eating. This meant he was serious.

“What?” Brett continued eating. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much. He must pretend that he didn’t care. That way, it wouldn’t hurt if this was all a prank. 

“You know what I mean.” 

Brett picked the green peas and onions aside. He focused on the meat. He tried to avoid Eddy’s fiery gaze as long as he could, but it was impossible. 

“Fine, then what do you like about me exactly?” 

Eddy gulped, flustered. 

“I like everything about you.” 

“Like what?” 

“Your face.” 

Brett couldn’t hide his grin. Everything was just so silly. The situation was so silly. He liked Eddy ever since they met, but he was content with their current relationship. 

He didn’t expect a confession out of a sudden. Especially since Eddy never showed any indication that he had any amorous feelings towards Brett. He was always goofy yet professional just as what a friend and co-worker should be. Of course, there was a time when Eddy said he’d take Brett to the prom after seeing his old picture on one of their videos. The one where he was holding his violin with an awkward smile. He had braces back then. He used to be ashamed of it, but it turned out Eddy liked it so much. 

Brett thought it was a joke. But Eddy meant every word he said. 

Brett accepted the confession when he realised how serious Eddy was. Eddy looked so happy and Brett thought that was the only thing that would change. They were going to be happier knowing that they have each other until death, and there were no more secrets to keep them from each other. There would be flowers and glitters everywhere. The birds would sing, every music would feel like his story, and other cliché stuff Brett watched on fairy tales. 

The truth was Brett was single since birth. He never told anyone, not even Eddy. There was just no one who interested him. He deemed everyone as either a good friend or an acquaintance. He never thought about romance or sexual endeavors. He still masturbated, but it was only to relieve stress. If it wasn’t for Eddy, he would’ve thought that he was both aromantic and asexual. 

So, obviously when Eddy suddenly kissed him when they got home, and started touching his body, he suddenly felt the urge to push him away. 

“What’s wrong?” They were on Eddy’s bed. They still hadn’t changed out of their outside clothes. 

“I-I don’t know. Are we supposed to be doing this?” 

“What do you mean? Don’t you like me?” Eddy looked like a kicked puppy, and Brett suddenly felt guilty. 

“It’s not that. But is this normal? I mean it’s our first day, and I don’t know…” Brett rubbed his hands together. 

Eddy snorted. “You’re such a grandpa. You want to get married first before doing this?” 

“Shut up. It’s just I haven’t done this before.”

There was a change in Eddy’s gaze as soon as he said that. His eyes turned predatory, intimidating, that Brett suddenly felt a thousand times smaller under his eyes. 

“You mean you’re a virgin?” Eddy’s voice lowered. Brett cowered. He never heard Eddy use that voice. It was so deep and authoritative that he almost felt the need to use the word ‘sir’ while addressing him. 

“Is that bad?”

“No, not at all. Not at all.” 

Eddy leaned in slowly. “Close your eyes,” he whispered on his lips. “Let me do everything.” 

That was the moment, love turned Brett’s life around. 

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Brett had masturbated before. Who hadn’t? He was familiar with the feeling of his own warm hand reaching his pants, pulling it down to free his little cock. Sometimes he would remove his pants altogether so he could spread his legs and freely do what he needed. Then, he’d reach onto the lotion, pump a little on his hands and start the magic. 

He thought sex would feel the same. That it would bring the familiar pleasure he had been giving himself ever since he learned about masturbation. But this was entirely different. He was in flames. 

He looked up at Eddy, unsure what to do. He never once thought they’d be in this situation. Not even in his wildest dreams did he picture himself in a vulnerable position with his best friend. 

Eddy told him about his many adventures involving his past girlfriends but Brett was never aroused. Of course, he could picture it. Eddy did a pretty detailed summary of what normal adults do inside the bedroom—or bathroom for that matter. He also watched enough porn for his mind to simulate a pretty realistic sex scene. Two sweaty bodies hungry for each other, rubbing, and becoming entwined. But he couldn’t care less. Then he realised, he never really pictured what Eddy would look like aroused. 

And there he was, above him, his face a little dim against the light like an eclipse. His eyes looked empty, merciless. As if whatever he’d do at the moment didn’t stem from logic but pure instincts. His adam's apple bobbed once. Then Brett suddenly had the urge to run. 

This wasn’t like masturbation at all. 

This—whatever this was, he wouldn’t be able to come back from it. He was in an unchartered territory. Something he thought he’d only do in his own privacy (and by privacy he meant on his own), he would actually do it with someone.  

What if he couldn’t handle it? What if he disliked it? So many thoughts scurried like little rats inside his brain. 

“Wait, I don’t think I’m ready.” Brett said. It felt silly because Eddy was already on top of him but they hadn't even kissed. He just felt terrified. He actually wanted to cry. 

Eddy didn’t respond. Instead, he kissed Brett’s forehead, then his nose, then his lips, chin, his soft jaw, and neck. Brett couldn’t breathe. The tingles he felt from Eddy’s wet, sloppy kisses travelled downwards between his legs. He tried to keep them together but Eddy pressed his hand on his inner thigh in order to lodge himself between them. 

Brett emitted a soft but high pitched moan when he felt Eddy’s bulge make contact with his own. He was so sensitive that he felt like he was gonna come. 

Eddy ran his hands under Brett’s shirt. His touch felt feverish and sensual. He massaged his stomach and breast as if he was a woman and Brett would be embarrassed if it wasn’t for Eddy grinding him between his legs like a dog in rut. 

Eddy removed Brett’s shirt impatiently, almost dragging Brett’s glasses with it but Brett grabbed it quickly and put it back on his face. For some reason, the notion that he wouldn’t be able to see clearly terrified him. He wanted to be in control of his own body even with the threat of mindless pleasure having dominion over his brain. 

Eddy removed his shirt next and Brett almost cowered at the sight of Eddy’s body. He definitely looked good.

As friends, they definitely showered at least once. In their case, many times. They attended some pool parties with each other’s family, and there were times when they were put in the same room with one shower. In Brett’s mind, Eddy’s scrawny body still lingered. The way his ribcage was visible every time he breathed, he always looked gaunt and famished. Of course, he wasn’t exactly fleshy himself but it was more noticeable with Eddy’s height. 

But goodness gracious, where did that Eddy go? Brett couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed how his friend’s body changed over the years. When did he get so big? His thick biceps to his muscular forearms, his dark wide chest and somewhat defined abdominal muscles. Brett thought Eddy was just lying about going to the gym. He looked like he had been living there. 

“Like what you see?” Eddy smirked. Brett almost cringed if he wasn’t so damn intimidated by his build. Eddy never smirked at Brett in his life. 

“Shut up.” Brett blushed.

Eddy leaned down to kiss Brett’s perky chest and started licking and sucking on Brett’s right nipple, making him squirm. He never touched himself there. He never thought of doing so because he thought it wouldn’t feel like anything. But as Eddy’s tongue swirled around the bud, and started biting, it started to feel sensitive. 

“How did you remain a virgin all this time when you’re this delicious?” 

Brett didn’t know what to say. Eddy’s mouth moved lower and lower until it reached his pants, and Eddy with his big hands immediately unbuttoned and removed it in a hurry along with the striped boxers, Brettw as wearing. 

The wind immediately brushed between Brett’s legs, making him feel sensitive. His pink cock was standing in the air, leaking. He attempted to cover it with his hands but Eddy pinned both his wrist on the bed with one hand, and started touching the base of the cock. 

“Ngghh,” Brett moaned. Eddy’s hand enveloped all of Brett’s cock with his huge palm and he immediately felt the urge to cum as soon as Eddy started caressing the slit of the head with his thumb and pumping a little bit. 

“I’ll need a lube or a lotion,” Eddy said, his voice at least an octave lower. He still didn’t let go of Brett’s thin wrists. He was like a tiger afraid of letting go of his meal. But his eyes were frantic, desperate to find it in Brett’s room. Brett tried to wiggle his wrists free to help Eddy find it, but Eddy immediately slammed his arms back on the top of his head. 

“Where are you gonna go?” Eddy stared at Brett with half-lidded, vacant eyes. Brett felt his breath stop midway his throat. 

“Y-You said you need the lotion.”

“Did I say you can move?” 

“No.” 

“Then stay here. I’m going to find it. If you move, I’m going to fuck you raw, understand?”

Brett swallowed his saliva. 

Terror surged through his body. 

And it made him incredibly aroused. 

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Masturbation for Brett typically lasts around less than five minutes. He thought that was the norm for everyone including Eddy. Afterall, who would believe that men actually last hours when it comes to sex? 

But Brett was proven wrong. 

They started around ten. The last time Brett had managed a brief glance over the wall clock in the room it was almost three. 

Brett tried countless times to run away when Eddy was waiting for his refractory period to end, but the moment he stood up, he would immediately be pulled back into the bed and before he knew it, he would be filled again. This time in a different position. 

He never had something foreign inside him for this long. Except maybe for when he was hospitalised and he had a needle stuck inside him for 30 days. But being fucked was different. Just as when he thought he was going to feel nothing after a round was over, he would be met by more intense pleasure than he had before. 

Brett missed who he was before all this monstrosity. 

When Eddy first entered him, he felt incredibly uncomfortable. When Eddy’s head nudged over his hole, it felt kind of similar to when he accidentally poked his ear too deep. It felt kind of impossible to let Eddy in, so he tried to move his hips away, but Eddy had his waist firmly held. 

Eddy instructed him to breathe so he did. He was briefly reminded of his violin teacher who would remind him to breathe during hard passages. With every inch that gets shoved inside him, he could feel his heart rate raising. What if he bleeds? Will they have to stop? 

Then Eddy must’ve felt impatient at one point because not even halfway, he shoved his cock inside him. Brett gasped and cried out. It was so huge. So full. He was afraid Eddy would tear through his stomach, and he refused to move, not even to squirm. Brett buried his head on Eddy’s nape to try to catch his breath. He thought they could work through telepathy, but soon, Eddy started moving his hips and Brett started releasing involuntary moans out of discomfort. 

“Wait! please don’t move,” Brett gasped when it hit a particular spot and he felt a jolt surge through his spine. 

But Eddy couldn’t stop his hips from moving, and Brett could only cry out every time Eddy hit the sensitive spot. 

The bed creaked with every movement, and whenever Brett had his eyes closed, all his other senses heightened which made the situation all the more erotic and embarrassing. So he tried to keep his eyes open, but then doing so, he was met with the face of his best friend—the guy whom he had shared almost all his first moments with since he was a child, the guy whom he treated as dearly as a brother, the guy whom he shared numerous platonic baths with—and his face was serious, as if he was learning a paganini cadenza and was having trouble with a certain measure. He was passionate. His eyes, half-lidded, and determined. And most of all, he was looking at him with insatiable lust which made Brett feel like one of those women in those pornos. 

Brett wasn’t fragile. But at this moment, he felt like a soft-boned rabbit, held by a wolf on its neck. Especially when Eddy started lapping his shoulders and nape, biting and sucking like he was a scrumptious treat.

Eddy’s hips started to snap faster, causing Brett to almost hit his head on the headboard. His hole was burning and his limbs had already lost its function. At that point, he stopped being self conscious and thinking about how it felt like he was having sex with his own brother. Maybe his parents had gotten inside his head. The way any kind of talk regarding that matter got shoved under the rug like sex was a devious thing. His mother told him that his father was his first boyfriend and they immediately got married after he was conceived. So maybe in the of his mind, sex was something that should be done only with the idea of marriage. So the fact that he was let himself be fucked to the point of numbness was humiliating, and he could only see the look of his parents when they find out that he let himself be ravaged by someone let alone by Eddy—their favourite straight A son whom they let practice inside Brett’s room. They would think that all those times when they said they were practicing were fake. And their son was in fact not a classical nerd, but a slut who let himself be befouled by lust. 

Brett could feel himself on the edge of high. Movements were getting faster and harsher so he thought Eddy was too, and white flashed his eyes before he finally met his release. His whole body spasmed and he came on his stomach. 

Brett came first, and waited for Eddy to climax. He waited patiently could get off and shower. He hated the feeling of sweat and bodily fluids sticking on his skin. But Eddy’s cock must have had a different idea because he just kept on going. He whimpered as a form of whining, to tell Eddy to hurry up and finish but instead, Eddy took it as a sign to kiss him and explore his mouth as he moved back and forth. Brett felt like crying because for a moment he thought he was done too. His whole body was sensitive and he would normally just sleep after an intense sexual pleasure from masturbation. But it turned out, the sensitivity made it easier for him to get hard again.  

Being fucked after orgasm was a different experience. It was more intense in a way that terrified him.

“Please, I don’t think I can anymore.” Brett held his hand against Eddy’s chest to push him away but Eddy held both of his wrist and pinned it above his head with one hand. Then he raised Brett’s other thigh and hooked it on his shoulder so his cock could be buried deeper inside. 

After several wild thrusts, with Eddy pulling up until the head of his cock was left then snapping back in, Eddy finally climaxed, and he collapsed on top of Brett.

“That was amazing,” Eddy said, panting. And Brett could feel his hole twitching as he said that. Eddy was still inside him but he was relieved it was over. He was so exhausted taht he almost passed out, but he was awakened right away when he felt something harden inside him. 

“No.” Brett looked at Eddy in fear. 

“Yes.” Eddy grinned from ear to ear. 

“Fuck you! Are you on something? No, don’t answer that. Just jerk off or something. I’m tired and we have rehearsal tomorrow.”

Brett tried to push him real hard this time, but as always, he didn’t budge. He even contorted his body and arched his back but that only resulted in Eddy's cock going deeper than humanely possible.

"Ahh." And before he knew it, Eddy’s cock started moving inside him again. And the most embarrassing thing was, Brett moaned so much he almost lost his voice. He mind resisted but it was obvious to the both of them that his body was craving to be used, and it went on and on all night until Brett was fucked dumb.

He became nothing but a moaning rag doll, existing for sexual pleasure.

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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. 

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The photoshoot took place in America. It had been a while since they went there. Sophie was invited too as a pianist and they were all booked in the same hotel where Brett and Eddy shared a room and Sophie was just one wall away. 

The moment they arrived, Eddy immediately jumped on Brett and kissed him passionately. 

“Wait! Wait! I’m so tired. Can we sleep first?” Brett said. He really was tired because of the flight and all he wanted to do was lay down. He hoped that the hotel would give them a room with two separate beds but they gave them a single queen sized bed. 

Needless to say, Brett was horrified. In the house, Brett and Eddy have separate rooms and he could lock the door if he really wasn't in the mood. But here, it would be different. Brett could only say a few more excuses before Eddy starts sulking. 

It was difficult to tell him that he could be a little too enthusiastic because he would argue that it was a good thing. He was also considerate and would prioritize Brett’s pleasure, but sometimes it just gets too much and too long. And when they get into that zone, it was just hard to do anything. Brett’s mind would get foggy because of arousal and overstimulation weakens his whole body. The thing was, he loved the pleasure he gets, but sometimes, he hated feeling vulnerable. He felt like a different person when having sex. He felt weak and a slave to pleasure, and throughout his whole life he could only associate those bundle of words to one person. 

A slut. 

It was humiliating seeing himself be a person he used to think lowly of. And the fact is, before he discovered his love for Eddy, he thought he would be more dominating. Maybe because all those times when he was single, he thought there would be no way he would ever get with a guy. He never thought he could never feel pleasure by taking it because whenever he touched himself, he would only stimulate the front. 

But these days, he rarely masturbates through his cock only. In fact, he bought a dildo without Eddy knowing, and used it to privately handle it when he gets stimulated. Then he would imagine it was Eddy. 

He would spread his legs in the bathroom and put it inside him. At first, it was a struggle and he thought he’d even bleed at one point. But when the shaft was finally buried deep inside and he started pumping it in and out slowly, he would involuntarily imagine Eddy calling him a slut. And when felt the numbing pleasure rose from his prostate to his stomach, he didn’t even think of it as degradation because it was the absolute truth. 

Afterwards however, he’d feel shame. Then he would pleasure himself with the plastic cock again when he gets sexual urges. Being with Eddy was just too intense for him to handle. It was like being trapped in a beast in heat then getting ravaged. And though it was pleasurable, the humiliation, and the physical and mental exhaustion he felt afterwards, was just too much. Sometimes, he had to remind himself that things exist other than sex. They’re people, violinists, musicians. They have a responsibility. Then as he was just about to come to his senses and convince Eddy that they have to start working on new materials, he would be pinned down and ravaged again and again and again. 

So he was determined to not have any sex at all. They’re here for work not for pleasure. And he must not give in to his baser instincts. That was why he brought the dildo with him. 

“Okay, I guess we can sleep first,” Eddy agreed then proceeded to put away their luggages. 

But after they showered, put their pajamas on, and finally laid down, Brett could feel Eddy scooching closer to his side until he’s breathing on his neck. 

“Hey, you awake?” Eddy whispered, his voice lower than usual that it felt like it was coming deep from the pits of his chest. Brett stayed still, then Eddy slid his arms onto his waist and pulled him closer. “You smell so good. I just wanna gobble you up.” 

Brett wanted to nudge Eddy away, but it wouldn’t work. The man was like a koala sloth refusing to let go of its branch. He also couldn’t move forward because he was already at the very edge of the bed. He could feel Eddy’s erection on his backside, and as much as he would like to ignore it, the thought of Eddy’s cock made him harden too. 

Minutes passed and Brett thought Eddy already fell asleep, but he was sorely wrong. He suddenly felt a movement on his back. 

Eddy was humping him. 

“What the fuck?” Brett sat up and looked at Eddy. 

“I need you so much, please, Brett. I’m not going to put it inside. I just need release and doing it myself is not doing the job. After this, I’m going to sleep. We sleep better after sex anyway, yeah?” Eddy pleaded, and once again Brett couldn’t bring himself to refuse. How could he? The man was kneeling on the cushion and holding his hand. 

“Fine,” Brett sighed. “But don’t put it inside! I don’t want to be sore tomorrow.”

“I promise, I won’t.”  

“If you put it in, I’m not having sex with you for 3 months.” 

Eddy went silent and Brett was appalled. But before he could say anything, Eddy spoke first. 

“Fine. I promise.” 

“You promise what?” 

“Geez, I’m not a child.”

“Just answer, damn it.” 

“I won't put it in. Satisfied?” Eddy said in annoyance. And despite Brett’s greatest doubts, he decided to trust Eddy. And that was the last moment he'll ever fucking do so. 

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Eddy moved excitedly on top of Brett, not bothering to move the blanket away. The night was cold but their bodies provided warmth for each other. Eddy pecked Brett’s nose, then his lips, then his soft jawline. 

Brett made way for Eddy and his kisses. They were perfect for each other. Eddy found joy in devouring Brett in every way possible; and Brett—though still in denial—was obsessed with the way Eddy makes him connect with his base desires. 

Eddy cupped Brett’s groin and started rubbing it through his thin shorts. Brett’s breathing turned ragged as the blood immediately rushed downwards. 

“You’re so pretty,” Eddy whispered in Brett's ear.

Brett wanted to respond out of embarrassment, but if he opened his mouth even a little, only moans would be audible. 

No one had called him pretty before. The closest thing was the word cute as a response to his youthful face and small stature but not pretty. 

“You make me go crazy, you don’t even know.”

Eddy returned to kissing Brett’s mouth. Wet sloppy kisses echoed through the room. And Brett couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. 

“I just want to lock you up and fuck you all day long. I can’t think about you without being horny. How am I supposed to live like this? God, I love you so much.” 

Eddy freed his cock from his underwear. It was brick hard and pointing up. Brett didn’t want to look because it looked threatening like a weapon waiting for its opportunity to pierce inside him. Every time they would have sex, he still couldn’t believe that he managed to get that thing inside him without suffering from internal bleeding. Thankfully, Eddy would always make sure to prepare him through and through before inserting it so that Brett’s hole would be molded into his perfect cock warmer. 

Eddy took out Brett’s cock which looked rather small compared to Eddy’s. Its flushed tip was already leaking precum. 

Brett let out a quiet moan when Eddy started rubbing them together. He went slow at first, stroking them up and down and sliding his thumb over their heads to use as a lube. 

Brett was afraid to let out a big breath because he felt like he would cum immediately if he relaxed even for a second. 

Eddy looked directly into Brett’s eyes. He already shifted into another entity—one that refused to see reason. He switched his right hand to his left and started going faster. 

Brett grabbed a hold of the cold blanket for dear life. He was close; he could feel it. 

Eddy started pumping faster and faster each second and when his left hand got tired, he pressed both of their bodies together and he started thrusting his hips against Brett’s cock. 

Both bodies were getting delirious. The bed shook with intensity as Eddy’s thrusts got more intense. 

At this moment, Brett was disappointed that he didn’t have anything in his behind. He could feel the emptiness even if he was getting the pleasure that he craved without having to deal with consequences after. But he was enjoying every second of it and that was all that mattered.

However, after a minute, Eddy asked Brett to face down in all fours.

“Why?” Brett asked. He was close and he assumed Eddy was too. Surely, he wouldn’t break the deal but he couldn’t be too sure. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to put it in. Trust me,” Eddy said in a deep voice which made Brett distrustful. 

But Brett just really wanted to climax and go into deep sleep so he obeyed. 

Brett got into all fours. His arms were too tired so he just arched his back and let his head support his body which accentuated his small waist. His soft right cheek, smooshed into the pillow, caused his vision to blur because his glasses were now crooked. Little did he know, Eddy was drooling over this new position and could barely hold himself back. 

Eddy closed Brett’s legs then inserted his shaft in between Brett’s upper thighs. He put his arms around Brett and started peppering his back with wet kisses before starting to thrust haphazardly. He grabbed Brett’s tiny buttocks and started kneading them with both hands, obviously craving even if what they were doing was already pleasurable for both of them. 

But then as he started focusing his eyes on Brett’s hole, he noticed that it was gaping. 

“So, this is why you don’t want me to put it in?” He whispered, his chin resting on Brett’s shoulders, his hips stopping immediately. “You liar.” 

Brett’s eyes widened. 

He was screwed. 

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"Wait, wait!” Brett panicked as he felt the head of Eddy’s cock hovering by his entrance. 

The truth was Brett pleasured himself before they went to the airport. He woke up earlier than Eddy, splattered copious amounts of lube on his semi-realistic dildo, then squeezed some more onto his hand to prepare himself adequately—he even managed to insert four fingers. 

The way they left things before they went to sleep, made him hot and bothered the whole night, but he knew it would be hard to travel right after having sex. And so, he relieved himself—using all his arm strength to imitate Eddy’s malevolent thrust but it was never enough. But it was sufficient. He came and was satisfied without feeling too sore. Although, he almost pulled a muscle on his forearm (he didn’t even know it was possible) because of how fast he needed to finish. 

Then right after, Eddy came knocking on the door to use the shower, and so he didn’t have time to even take out the remaining lube inside him. He was supposed to wash it off after they arrived at the hotel, but he needed to seem too tired to even shower to avoid Eddy’s sexual advances. 

“It’s been days since we had sex, you don’t want me to put it in, and you dare to come out here with your hole wetter than a woman’s vagina? What is it? Are you having sex with other men?” 

Eddy’s voice was calm in Brett’s ears, his breath ticklish. 

“No! Why would you say that?” 

“Then what is it?” 

“It’s just—” Brett closed his eyes, he noticed that he was gripping the sheets so hard that his palms were going white. “It’s tiring.” 

“What?”

“Doing it with you. It’s tiring.” 

“But you like it,” Eddy said as a matter of factly. 

“I do, but you know I’m always fatigued even without that physical exhaustion. And when we do it, it just never seems to end. It’s like having a full body work-out without breaks.” 

Brett felt uncomfortable talking like this with Eddy. He couldn’t see his reaction which made him anxious. And Eddy’s body was still toppled over his back like a big heavy blanket. 

But Eddy didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting him go. 

“Why didn’t you say so?” 

“I was too embarrassed to say it.” 

Eddy sighed. Was he disappointed? Brett couldn’t tell. 

“This is why I keep telling you to work out and eat more. You’re so lazy and picky. Of course, you’re tired. ” 

Huh?  

Brett didn’t expect that reaction. He was slightly annoyed because he could hear his mother’s voice through Eddy. How could he blame Brett for this when it was him who has an abnormal amount of sexual drive? He was being ridiculous. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you when we get back, but for now, we have bigger problems to solve.”

Brett felt Eddy’s head press on his wet hole, and he immediately felt panic. How could he still think about sex after having that conversation? Brett assumed he must’ve cooled down by now. But obviously, he was still raging hard. 

“What the fuck? I just told you, I can’t do this. I’m too tired. And think about tomorrow.”

“And I told you , it’s your fault and we’ll work on it.” 

Eddy inserted the tip of his cock and Brett’s legs immediately weakened. It went in easily with the lube still sitting deep inside. He could barely breathe. The noticeable difference between a dildo and the real thing aroused him immensely. Even if he wanted to tell Eddy to stop, his alter ego, who might be just as equally insane as Eddy, craved to be filled until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

After the head, Eddy just slipped the entirety of his cock inside Brett. There was no resistance because he was thoroughly prepared and aroused. But Brett still felt shock run through his body when the tip hit deeper than anticipated. With his lust-filled brain, he was briefly afraid that Eddy’s enormous cock would tear a hole through his stomach. 

“Ah, wait, it's too deep,” Brett moaned when Eddy started moving. He moved his hips forward to avoid Eddy’s thrusts but Eddy’s entire upper body was pressed on him, making it impossible to move. Both of his wrists were also pinned by Eddy’s calloused on the bed. He never felt so trapped in his life.

“Is it?” Eddy slid underneath Brett’s hanging shirt and pressed his hand on Brett’s lower abdomen, and Brett cried out. There was a tiny but noticeable bulge which appeared then disappeared as Eddy entered. And with Eddy’s palm pushing down, his insides turned even more sensitive to the penetration. “I’m not sure about that.” 

Eddy started thrusting deeper without removing his hand. Brett held the other man’s wrist in an attempt to pull it away but his grip was useless. He was being used without mercy, his body having no choice but to submit to overwhelming pleasure. 

Brett lost the strength to even open his eyes. He found that it was futile to fight Eddy as well as himself when every time Eddy entered him he would feel as if he was meant for this. He was meant to be fucked. 

Eddy flipped the position without taking out his cock so Brett was lying sideways. It gave Brett room to breathe, and also realize how lying in his stomach caused his neck to stiffen. 

He looked at Eddy with his crooked glasses. Half of the room was blurry but Brett could still see Eddy. Beads of sweat trickled down the other man’s temples, his expression serious yet filled with passion as if he was performing in a concert. 

Brett wanted to reach out and kiss him but Eddy hooked his hand under Brett’s knee and hung it over his shoulder, making it impossible to reach out. In the past, this would’ve been impossible as he was the farthest thing from flexible. But after multiple endeavours, he actually found himself being as loose as a pilates instructor.

“Ah, Eddy,” Brett whimpered when Eddy’s cock hit the precise location of his prostate. The harsh fabric of Eddy’s shirt collided hard with his legs as Eddy thrusted with his whole body. 

Brett could barely breathe. It was too much. Too deep. 

Eddy pushed his whole member up to the hilt, slowly backing up until only the tip had remained then lunged his hips forward with so much force Brett almost hit his head against the wall. He repeated this without an ounce of care. Everytime their lower bodies collided, Brett could almost see stars from the impact. 

Then out of a sudden, Eddy halted, leaving only the tip inside Brett. 

“I think I’m getting tired. Aren’t you tired, Brett?” 

Brett glared at Eddy. He was obviously mocking him, and he would’ve laughed it off the other times, but he was desperate to finish. 

“Fuck’s sake,” Brett whined. He wanted to spout vulgarities but he held himself back. He wiggled his hips to signal that he wanted Eddy to resume what he had been doing but the doorbell suddenly rang. 

Both of them turned their heads to the door at the same time. Then they looked at each other, gauging what they should do. 

“Answer it,” Brett whispered as if they could be heard outside the door. 

“So you could sleep?” Eddy taunted, and Brett couldn’t believe how childish Eddy was being while being inside him. 

The doorbell rang again, this time twice. 

Eddy sighed. In a split second, he removed Brett’s legs from his shoulders, laid him on his back and picked him up with his cock still pressed up against his hole. 

“What the hell?” Brett’s whole body tensed up, and he ended up clamping tighter on Eddy. His cock rubbed against Eddy’s shirt which made him reach closer to his climax. He wrapped his arms around Eddy’s neck for support, and let his bottom sink deeper on Eddy’s cock. 

Eddy clicked the video screen located next to the door, and a familiar voice rang. 

“Sophie! What’s up?” Eddy spoke with enthusiasm, his voice sounded clear and normal. 

Brett almost let out a curse when Eddy pinned him on the wall next to the screen. He had never used so much of his leg muscles before, and now he was using all of it to cling onto Eddy’s waist so he wouldn’t fall down. 

“Hey, Eddy. I just want to ask what time we are supposed to go for the make up tomorrow. I gotta confirm if I received the same details as you because mine didn’t say what time we’re expected.” Sophie has always been thorough and has the habit of double checking everything. But she really had the worst timing at the moment.

“I think about 7 am? The shoot’s at 11 but It’s better to be early so we wouldn’t rush.” 

“Okay, got it. Thanks. Can I also speak to Brett? I was calling his phone but he’s not answering. Is he asleep?” 

Eddy locked eyes with Brett, and he immediately shook his head vigorously. Eddy licked his earlobes and slowly started thrusting again. Brett let out a small whimper which he hoped wasn’t audible through the microphone.

“Oh, he’s awake. Brett! Sophie wants to say something,” Eddy shouted as if he was on the other side of the room.  

“Fuck you,” Brett mouthed, but Eddy just smirked. 

“What is it?” Brett tried hard to make his voice as stable as possible. He leaned his head towards the side to get a glimpse of Sophie and gauge her reaction. Thankfully, she didn’t seem suspicious. She was wearing grey silky pajamas and looked like she was about to sleep. 

“For the video preview, are we going to include the 2nd movement of Mendelssohn or just the 1st movement?” 

Right after Sophie asked her question, Eddy started increasing his speed, hitting the sweet spot over and over again which made Brett curl his fingers and almost claw Eddy’s back. If he wasn’t wearing a shirt, he would’ve wounded him. 

“Just the 1st movement,” Brett said, unintentionally loud. His heart raced in his chest, overtaken by embarrassment. His mind was fogged with pleasure and he didn’t know what to think. He begged in his mind for Sophie to just go away. Eddy rammed into him, chasing his climax. They were both close and they knew it. 

“Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow,” Sophie said cheerily and Brett thought Eddy was going to answer but he just turned it off and threw Brett on the ground without pulling out. 

“Agh! I swear to god I’m going to kill you, Eddy Chen,” Brett cried out. Eddy made sure to support his head but Brett was sure his lower back almost broke. 

“I don’t think so. Not when you love my cock so much.”

They were both so close. Brett’s vision had started to blur as his body quaked along with Eddy’s movement.

With one last powerful thrust, Brett came, his body trembling violently as Eddy spilled all his seed inside him. 

He couldn’t remember much afterwards, but he remembered saying with resentment:

“Why didn’t you wear a condom?”

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Brett had always been uncomfortable wearing make up. His face felt thick and heavy whenever he wore one, no matter how light it was. But he had to endure the gross feeling every photoshoot because it was required of them. 

“You look good,” Eddy said, looking at Brett through the mirror. They both were having their makeup done in the dressing room. The warm light coming from the edges of the mirror made them glow. 

Brett had his hair up in a pin and so did Eddy as their make-up artists focused on shading to make their face look dreamy in front of the camera. 

“Thanks, you too,” Brett said to remain inconspicuous. They couldn’t afford to have rumours surrounding their relationship at the peak of their career. It was best for their relationship to remain hidden until things were finally secure. 

Brett closed his eyes when his make-up artist, a blonde girl with a fringe above her eyebrows, started dabbing additional concealer on his dark circles. It was hard to cover because he couldn’t get any sleep at all. Every minute or two after coming, Eddy seemed to be ready to go again, and it went on until they realized it was time to prepare. 

After adding a brown eyeshadow to define his eyes, the make-up artist started applying foundation on his neck as well. The brush was ticklish, he barely resisted the urge to laugh. Then when she started dabbing on the back of his neck (they said they needed everything even), she suddenly paused and looked at him wearily. 

“What is it?” Brett asked. 

“Looks like someone had a wild night,” she giggled. Brett’s hand flew to cover the spot she was talking about but he didn’t know where it was. He glared at Eddy who acted nonchalant, not even sparing a glance, as he started to get his hair done. 

“No, no, it’s not what you think. I think something bit me.” 

“Well, if you say so. It must be some huge bug though. It’s still inflamed,” she grinned, dabbing a copious amount of concealer on it. Brett flushed in embarrassment. 

The set was buzzing with the crew. Everyone was busy with something. The lighting, background, people were moving a grand piano behind the backdrop, and Brett overheard one of the staff saying, “Why can’t we just edit the piano? It’s not like they’re gonna be playing.” The other staff holding a paper in his hand, wearily looking around for any flaws, responded by saying, “They’re going to do a demonstration after the photoshoot along with an interview. It’s written here.” 

The other artists hadn't yet arrived, and after greeting the director and almost everyone in the set, the duo decided to stay in the waiting area to avoid being a nuisance. 

“Make-up artists are no joke. They really covered it up, huh?” Eddy touched the back of Brett’s neck with the tip of his finger. 

Brett scowled in annoyance. Their first outfit was a typical black suit, but the stylists have prepared a variety of clothing, with one which would be a little bit revealing according to the staff who briefed them about the process. The interview and performance video was supposed to be scheduled for the next three days but some of the musicians had tours which resulted in schedule conflict. They would have to get everything done today.

Brett sighed. He really should’ve gotten sleep instead of giving in to Eddy. How could he still smile and have small chitchats with the staff when he was dying out here? His lower back, arms, and neck were still throbbing in pain. It was so unfair. 

“Hello,” a sweet woman’s voice came behind them and Brett’s ears instantly perked up. 

“Holy—” Brett almost shouted in glee. Eddy’s mouth fell open in shock too. Even if they’ve already expected her appearance and they’ve already met her a few times, they couldn't help but be star-struck. She was wearing a gorgeous sequined black dress which made her presence even more ethereal. 

Hilary gave each of them a friendly hug, patting their back. Brett couldn’t stop smiling out of excitement. It felt like basking under the warm sun after being in the cold for a few days. His weariness went out a bit, although the pain on his lower back sharpened with his excitement. 

“How have you guys been? We haven’t contacted each other in a while.” 

“We thought you were busy,” Eddy said and Brett nodded his head like a puppy. 

“Yeah yeah, we’re planning to invite you for a new video but we thought you might be busy,” Brett added. 

“Don’t be silly, I can definitely make time.” Hilary laughed. 

The three violinists sat on the couch and talked about a bunch of random things. Eddy and Brett felt like children talking to Hilary about their new interests, and the cool things they’ve done over the summer. Brett asked Hilary about her husband and her kids and hearing about it sounded like a dream. 

“I never thought I’d have such a loving family. Practicing all I’ve ever really done.” 

Brett nodded his head. He knew what that felt. A musician’s life never really gets any easier and trying to improve their skills takes a serious commitment to the point that committing to something else could be burdensome. But Hilary got the best of both worlds. A loving husband and children. 

“How about you guys? Have you got any girlfriends at the moment?” Hilary asked a simple question but Brett almost choked on his own saliva. He looked over to Eddy to see him exactly the same. 

“Not really. I think it’s going to happen when it’s meant to happen. Right, Brett?” 

“Oh, yeah, we’re waiting for the right people .” 

Eddy and Brett looked at each other’s eyes and laughed awkwardly. 

“Such romantics. But I understand. You’ve got to be patient for that though. I wasn’t sure my husband was the right one but I married him anyway,” she chuckled. 

After a few minutes, Ray Chen arrived and so did the other violinists, pianists, and cellists Brett and Eddy admired but have never met in their life. They mingled and introduced themselves but before they could even do so, some of the musicians already greeted them with a smile and a surprised look as they said, “TwoSet?!” 

The duo felt pride surging through them as they realised they didn’t have to feel inferior with these people. They have proved their worth through many hours of practice not only in violin but in content creation, and they were appreciated for it. 

“I think most people only recognises me through yout videos,” Ray said to Brett, about to hook his arms on his shoulders, but Eddy ducked his head under the arch before it could touch Brett. 

“You definitely need to stop gaming and start practicing more, bro.”

“You’re asking for too much.” Ray shook his head, and pretended to headlock Eddy.

Five minutes before the shoot had begun, Brett thought nothing could go wrong. So far, everything was going well. But suddenly, a whisper behind his ear sent shivers down his spine. 

“You look gorgeous today. I don’t like it. I think I’m going to lose control of myself,” Eddy murmured, his voice dropping down an octave. 

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One thing that Brett could never get used to were the flashing lights. He thought after a while of filming videos, it would get better but it never did. His headaches kept getting worse that he would need naps after such long exposure to light. 

“Are you okay?” Eddy asked after Brett’s individual shot. 

Brett looked poised and professional in front of the camera but Eddy could see the subtle frowns and the way he would purse his lips when the flash would go off. 

“I’m fine,” Brett said. It wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. He had been through worse,  and at this point, a day wouldn’t be complete if he wasn’t feeling any sort of ailments in his body. 

“It’s my fault. You barely got any sleep.” 

“Glad you know.” Brett chuckled. “But seriously, I’m fine. You just take care of yourself. Look, your hair’s a mess now.” 

Brett leaned towards Eddy to fix his unruly hair, standing on toes. Eddy swallowed the blockage in his throat. Brett was close to his face, too close in fact that his mind couldn’t help but to pollute his brain with lewd images of his boyfriend. It was a recurring problem with him lately. He adored everything Brett does, and all he could think about was Brett, sex, and sex with Brett. 

Eddy grabbed Brett’s wrist. 

“That’s enough, I think. The stylists would be mad if you mess with their artwork.” 

Eddy’s solo photoshoot went well. He received a lot of compliments from the photographers for being photogenic and Brett was proud of his boyfriend. It went on but when it was time for the duo ones, Brett suddenly felt his head spinning and Eddy immediately rushed to his side. 

“Brett!” 

The staff halted their work when Eddy shouted. He managed to catch Brett before he fell and his head fell on Eddy’s shoulders. 

“What happened?” Sophie immediately rushed, concerned. 

“Someone get me a doctor, a nurse, anything!” Eddy said but then Brett stirred on his lap. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a headache,” Brett said. “I probably need something to eat.”

“Let’s take a break, guys!” The director shouted but instead of dispersing, they rushed to Brett to see if they could help with anything. 

“Let’s get you something to eat. I thought you ate this morning?” 

“I was about to but I wasn’t hungry.” 

“You should still eat. God, I swear I would call your mom if you do that again,” Eddy said. 

Brett replenished his energy after eating. One of the staff brought him an apple and a milk and though it wasn’t a full meal, it was enough to make Brett energized again.

When the shoot continued, everything went well. They all did a pose with their instruments and they had an amazing time posing with other artists. 

Brett and Eddy’s turn had finished which meant they will be standing by until the last photo with all of them in it. 

Brett was playing with his phone when suddenly, a hand grabbed his thigh. He looked up, and there it was. The familiar cheeky grin plastered on Eddy’s face. 

Brett felt an impending doom in his chest, making him shake his head before the other could even say a word. 

But nonetheless, there it was. 

“Wanna do it?” 

Shit.