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//Dunno if this counts as NSFW but it also is probably a bit messy as I'm definitly not sober rn, hope it's fine anyway//

"That was nice" Eddy mumbled happily, resting his head on Brett's chest, still a bit out of breath. He was a bit sore, especially around his hips and wrists, but in general he still felt the echo of the wave of pleasure Brett had caused him. He knew his neck was likely covered in light purple spots, but he didn't care. Brett's neck was all the same, and he was proud to have caused them.

"Mhm" was all Brett had to say about that statement. It had been good, definitly, the best Brett had ever felt probably. Seeing Eddy so vunerable and in so much pleasure caused by Brett was intoxicating. It was how he was feeling now that was the problem. Drained and exhausted. Not physically exhausted really, it just kind of felt like he had tried to do a music theory exam for ten hours straight. He leaned down to kiss the top of Eddy's head. The guilt was taking the place of the empty feeling that had sneaked up on Brett after they had finished. He knew he wasn't good for Eddy when he was in that empty emotional state. He needed some time to himself, desperately, but they had to go to rehearsal soon.

"We gotta go soon", Brett mumbled, still holding his arms around Eddy. Maybe he could get a few minutes to himself in the shower before getting ready? "Gotta get ready."Eddy shook his head and buried his face into Brett's chest. "Don't wanna", he complained, breathing in the scent of Brett. It was like a mixture of cinnamon and his deodorant. Not sweet, but definitly not a bad scent. Eddy liked it."Imma hit the shower, can't turn up like this", Brett told the longer man who had up until then used him as a pillow and sat carefully up in bed. Eddy's head went from resting on Brett's chest to getting buried in a pillow. His hair was all messy, and Brett was sure his hair was equally messy. Eddy loved how the older man looked with his hair going all over the place, but he knew it was time to get ready for their first rehearsal."May I join you?" he asked sweetly, watching him find a pair of his folded boxers in the drawer he had carefully placed them in the evening before. Brett was standing with his back towards Eddy as the question was asked, and he thanked any and all gods for that, because his face expressed how he really felt about that automatically. He really needed the few minutes to gather the energy for the rehearsal, gather the strength to pretend he was happy to see the sea of orchestra players he didn't know and to actually play his parts right."Uh yeah, sure" he replied, putting on a smile before turning to Eddy. "Come on."

The two men went into the bathroom. Both were already naked, and Eddy's eyes wandered over this greek god of a man he was so lucky to have been intimate with just a short half an hour earlier. The shower was perfectly big enough for the both of them with a glass wall and a rainfall shower head. Brett turned it on and waited for the water to become warm before stepping in ahead of Eddy. He stood under the water and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the water hitting the tiled floor he was standing on.Time to shred in front of an entire orchestra of professionals. Gonna be great! The sarcasm was hard and mean, and Brett wasn't prepared for it. He let out a big sigh, but felt Eddy's arms wrap around him just seconds after. The rainfall shower head made this feel like a warmer version of that time outside Eddy's house, just seconds before Brett learned about Eddy's lie. He had thought about it later, and was mostly touched by the fact that the previously straight Eddy was willing to actually kiss him for him to feel better. Kiss your disgusting self. You haven't improved much, I'm impressed at his ability not to puke every time he sees you.

After a few seconds of just standing there, wrapped in Eddy's arms, Brett stretched over to the small shelf in the shower to get some of the complimentary shampoo the hotel provided."Let me help you with that", Eddy said sweetly, taking the tiny shampoo bottle from him. He took some in Brett's now wet hair and rubbed it in. It felt mostly like a head massage, but it didn't help Brett's mind relax at all. He closed his eyes again, trying to convince his mind everything was fine, but it really wasn't. His head was spinning, going around in circles about how bad he really was until he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Fortunately, the rainfall shower hid it quite well as the shampoo was washed out of his hair."You okay, Brett?" Eddy asked in a concerned voice, recognizing the redness in Brett's eyes that would only show when he cried. He placed his large hand on his cheek, but Brett just turned away from him."Yeah, I'm fine, just got shampoo in my eyes, that's all..."