Hey! Just a little idea I had for a one-shot fic. I'm still continuing with 'Goodbye Steven' but I'm just thinking at the moment how to write it :)

Enjoy :) x

Strokes

'Steven are ye sure about this colour?' Brendan asked his boyfriend. It was bright, bright, blood red. Enough to make your eyes hurt at the sight of it. Even worse, was that it was now painted on one of the four walls in their shared bedroom. Looking at that first thing in the morning wouldn't be pretty, having to prise your eyes open and having to stare at it. To put it bluntly - Brendan fucking hated it.

'Yeah Brendan! I love it. It's amazing. Always wanted a red bedroom when I was growing up and now I've got one.'

Steven's small bedsit bedroom when he was growing up, well it wasn't exactly nice. The only thing that made it resemble a bedroom was a bed, literally just a bed. The walls were stripped of wallpaper and not even re-wallpapered or painted. That's why now, with his perfect life with his perfect partner he wanted a amazing bedroom. Nothing wrong with that is there?

'Hm' was all Brendan muttered, no other comeback just a little noise escaping his mouth.

Steven chuckled to himself, walking over to hold Brendan by the waist, resting his head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear... 'You're such a perv do you know that?'

'What cos I wanted a stylish bedroom with mirrored walls? How does that make me a 'perv?' Brendan replied, mimicking Steven's accent.

'Mirrored walls. Mirrors. Seeing everything in the room.'

'Yeah... nothing wrong with that. They look nice. Can see everything can't ye?'

'Like?' Steven promoted.

'Seeing me fuckin ye like there's no tomorrow.'

'Brendan! Come on help me paint this, you can have the roller. I'll use the paintbrush'

Brendan hated painting. He hated any DIY to be honest, whether it being changing a lightbulb, fixing a set of drawers or setting up a IKEA wardrobe. Sure, he could do it, he just avoided it at any chance possible. He just wanted to have fun, they both had a couple of days off work, at the same time yet Steven wanted to paint a room. Brendan could think of better things to do. Grabbing his roller he wandered over to Steven who was facing the wall on the other side of room.

'Steven?'

Steven turned round, but quick as a flash Brendan had rose his roller and rolled it over the bridge of Steven's nose.

'Ooops..didn't see ye there' Brendan laughed to himself.

'What the fuck! Why...?' Steven couldn't finish his sentence before he was giggling like a little child and dipping his brush into the paint tin on the floor, and preparing to chase Brendan. 'I'd run if I was you...'

Brendan darted out of the room and into the living area standing behind the sofa, just as Steven also arrived, but the other side of the sofa. He flicked the paintbrush, some remnants of paint splatter landing on Brendan's old tshirt.

'OI!'

Steven didn't care. He chased Brendan around the sofa and caught him, pushing him back onto it.

'I thought we was..' Brendan got cut off when Ste fall on top of Brendan and claimed his lips, softly at first then gradually more ferociously.

'Painting can wait... I need you Brendan.'

'I'm not complaining Steven, I'm not complaining...'

I don't even know why I kept calling 'Ste' Steven in this story LOL. Can't be bothered to change it now. Hope it was alright :) x

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