Brothers at war
A/N So I recently asked if anybody had any requests for an idea they'd like to see in writing (though my style isn't the best) and the lovely Stu asked for this! Going to be, yet again, another multi-chapter fic, and I hope it's all lovely for you to read. Cheers!
He hadn't heard from him in ages, so it was a surprise to Brendan when he received the letter. How the man had managed to track down Brendan's current address, he had no clue, but he had, and he wanted to meet.
Brendan had been estranged from his family for years, not wanting to be tied to them in any way, shape or form after the way he had been bought up, the way he was told to be a man. Of course, this didn't include Cheryl; the lovely, beautiful Cheryl who would do anything for her doting brother. He didn't even mean to sever ties with his younger brother either, because who was he to blame for how his parents thought the 'parenting' technique should be established. But he did blame Eoin as well, for being there, yet not being punished the same way that Brendan was, night in, night out.
So it did come as a surprise when the letter came through the post in the early afternoon of Monday (yes, the post came that late; the postman was probably trying to go on strike in the latest financial row with the government or something), and as Brendan scanned down to the writer of the letter, he almost dropped the piece of paper there and then without reading any other information within the envelope. However, as he heard the faint footsteps of his 'boyfriend' lingering upstairs (yes, it still pained Brendan to use such words, some things would never change instantly), he just about managed to compose himself before that same scrawny, skinny figure came sliding down the stairs, hair damp and body gleaming from the hot water of the shower he had just had.
Ste walked up to Brendan, wearing that lopsided grin that went straight to Brendan's groin. "Hey" he said, hands reaching out towards his lover "you never joined me". Brendan merely indicated to the envelope still in his hand muttering something that sounded like "post came" in his silky Irish tone. "Oh, anything interesting then?" Brendan simply shook his head and chucked the letter onto the sofa before pushing and pinning Ste to the nearest wall, lips at his neck, which smelt of citrusy shower gel and the musky scent that was oh so Stephen. Ste laughed, trying to wriggle away but to no use. "Brendan, I just showered me". In reply, he felt the bristles of a moustache travelling from one side of his neck to the other before moving southwards towards his collarbone, where his skin then began to be sucked as Brendan was making a lovebite.
"Well, why don't I make ye shower again, only this time, with me joining ye" he growled, making Ste shiver in ever increasing anticipation. Their lips then met in a deep, passionate kiss, Ste's leg being hooked up and around Brendan's waist as they made their way back up the stairs, bouncing of the bannisters lips still attached and into the bedroom, round two of the day well and truly started.
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After their second fuck of the day, and then their third whilst in the shower, Ste was well and truly exhausted, falling fast asleep fully naked as they had made their way back to the bedroom after the shower. Brendan took this opportunity to go downstairs and read the letter from before in more detail, without any distractions from the sleeping, peaceful figure lying spread-eagled on the bed before him.
As he had just finished reading the letter, his phone started ringing. It was Cheryl. "Hey sis, everything alright?" "Oh hey Bren, you never guess what right". Brendan sighed, his sister really could go on sometimes. "No, I've no idea Chez, what happened now, you fucked Barney again?" He couldn't help but let out a short laugh, I mean his sister and that posh student! Brendan for one definitely did not see that coming. "Oh ha, very funny Bren. No it's just, there was this guy in the club just now. He seemed….funny, asking around for ye". Brendan's ears pricked up a little at this bit of information. "And what did ye say, Chez? What did this guy look like?" "I dunno Bren, he seemed kinda nice, but then again, after Walker" her breath hitched slightly, "I guess anyone is nice". "Right, okay, and what did ye say sis?" he said slightly exasperated, why couldn't Chez just get to the damn point? "Well, I gave him our address, he said he'd go there right away". Brendan huffed a big sigh of frustration, his sister really was too trusting at times. "Right sis, well thanks for the heads-up, let's hope he's not a kidnapper or anything eh". He looked up the stairs and sighed again, now he'd have to get rid of Stephen before this mysterious man suddenly turned up. As he said, he still wasn't completely comfortable with strangers knowing about him and his sexuality. "Oh Bren, I'm sure he's not like that! Anyways gotta go, me Barney's here! See ya, love you lots!" and just like that, the call ended. Just as Brendan chucked his phone down on the sofa, there was a knock on the door.
"Guess we'll have to see who it is that's now after me" Brendan said quietly as he walked towards the door.
And there's the first chapter! I now know that 'Steven' is the correct way of saying Ste but, quite frankly, I don't like it, so 'Stephen' it will be. Hope this isn't too bad, I do just think and type! Probably not the best technique but, there we are! Read and review if you so wish lovelies! Tash