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When Eddy woke up, it was the middle of the night. The living room around him was dark, all except a bright blue light coming from the large comfy chair. The light was lighting up Brett's face, as he seemed to think about something. In the dark room, Eddy could barely make out his bare, slightly contoured torso. He didn't seem to have noticed he was awake, so he took the opportunity to study Brett's behaviour when he thought Eddy wasn't looking.

Brett had been awake for a while, but as Eddy's sleeping figure was too beatiful to look at, he couldn't bear waking him up. He had covered Eddy with a blanket, as leaving him on the couch the way he had been left the night before simply was too tempting. He had for the most part been scrolling on his phone for the hours Eddy had been asleep, and he at some point he had recieved the email from mr Gardner. There were some details mentioned like what kind of money was involved and rehearsal dates and so on. One of the orchestra's sponsors had been very keen on making this concert happen, and so had arranged for all the funds to be covered.

Brett wondered if Eddy wanted to go to Norway with him with their relationship being so emotionally turbulent and all. It was just a few weeks away, which was unusual. Normally, large concerts like this would be planned ages in advance, but according to the email, the project the orchestra was planning to do couldn't go ahead after all. The kind sponsor had even offered to pay for hotel rooms for them a few days after the concert to check out the city!

Eddy's eyes were focused on Brett's small smile. What was he reading on his phone, to make him smile like that? He tried to see what he was looking at in the reflection of his glasses, but it mostly seemed like text."What are you smiling about?" Eddy inquired as a half whisper, and Brett seemed to almost fall out of his chair in surprise."You're awake", he replied with a smile. "How long have you been awake?" Eddy didn't particularily like that Brett avoided the question, but just shrugged it off."A few minutes..." he mumbled while sitting up. He realized the only thing covering him was a blanket, and blushed. Pictures popped up in his head of what had happened earlier that day. Or was it yesterday? He wasn't sure, but he knew how gentle Brett had been, how soft his handshad felt against his skin, and how Brett was rough with him when he had asked him to.

His hand moved to touch the light purple and blue shade on his forearm where Brett had held him slightly too hard in the heat of the moment. Eddy knew he didn't mean for it to hurt, and Brett had almost cried from guilt when Eddy cried out in pain rather than pleasure. Good thing it was dark in the room, so Brett wouldn't see the bruise. No need to rip up his guilt, even less need for that when Eddy thought about how incredibly good he had felt just seconds before."How long have you been up?" he asked Brett back while looking for his underwear among the dark vague shapes on the floor, who seemed to be piles of their clothes. "A few hours", he replied while scrolling back to the top of the email. He figured he'd let Eddy get some clothes on before discussing the concert with him, or well concerts. The orchestra always did one on thursdays and one on fridays, so there would be two."Do you want some light?" Brett didn't wait for a reply before reaching out to turn on the reading lamp. Eddy's heart almost stopped for a second, but he regained his senses quickly enough to cover the bruised left arm with the corner of the blanket he was wearing."Gah, too much light", Eddy said out loud and squinted as the lamp was turned on. "Can't see for shit now, mate. Officially blinded by this light." Brett laughed at the joke and quickly leaned down and found Eddy's underwear, which he had carefully removed earlier."Here's what you're looking for", he said, throwing the colourful boxer at him. It hit him in the face."Wow, nice aim", he said sarcastically, but with a joking smile. Now that the light was on, he could see Brett clearly. He had only bothered to put on the sweatpants Eddy had provided earlier. Judging from the second set of boxers still lying on the floor, that was the only thing he was wearing. Eddy bit his lip subtly at this realization as he pulled his boxer up over his thighs.

"But! I have good news!" Brett exclaimed with a large smile. He figured it would better to present it that way."Please don't tell me you're pregnant, I'm not ready to be a father", Eddy joked, but quickly turned more serious. "What's the good news?" he asked in a cheerful voice while pulling the hoodie Brett had worn over his head. It smelled like Brett."We've been asked to play with an orchestra in Norway, I think it was called Buhrgon or something, but it seems like a good deal we're getting." He handed his phone over to Eddy, who quickly read through the email. Every oncein a while, Brett could see Eddy do a small nod, or hear him confirm information for himself. "This looks good, Brett. Was this Gardner the guy you spoke to on the phone?" Brett got all flustered thinking about the phone call. How much had the chief conductor realized? He probably knows you're a pervert for sleepong with your best friend, at the very least.Brett sighed as the voice presented itself."Yea, that's him", he said before clearing his throat the same way he had during the call. This immediately brought back Brett's memories of Eddy's elegant, long fingers slowly sliding down his bare stomach."I say we should go, it does say all expenses paid, right?" Eddy's smile was to die for, and Brett knew in that moment that he would do just that if he had to.