Not Just An Childish Feud
He softly kisses the rim of his lovers slightly scarlet colored lips. Breaking away as they were in a public convention,the local pub which name is as laughable as the man who lives their earlier fashion sense. Darren Osborne being the man in the description. The Dog in the pond being the laughable name of the pub,which will soon be out of Darren's reach.
Brendan Brady,would have kissed him with much more passion; if they were alone however in here anything more would be considered obscene in public. Steven Hay,having less than a millimeter of the alcoholic beverage left by Brendan's rough skinned lips;who before imbibed the substance he left; the only evidence of them previously kissing.
He watched as Brendan,swiftly prodded across the carpet covered flooring of the run-down pub. His leather made shoes,making creaks before he exited the drinking establishment. Steven longing for an expanded version of the earlier encounter.
He heard a snigger, coming from a man who was not exactly all heart to him. Thinking about it. The way Steven reacted to him was the same too;however now after what the man called John-Paul McQueen what found doing in Dublin,in the cold era of December last year;it became more than a feud picked up from childhood,it became personal.
When Steven found John-Paul stripped in Brendan's bed,he knew what happened. Lets just say;it was not a nude painting class. Though if it was,he still find it disturbing. His hatred for John-Paul increased massively that day,the childish feud was out the window. He turned towards him,wondering what he could be finding amusing about them kissing.
"Soft" John-Paul simply said,baffling Steven to the core.
What was meant by that comment,which he guessed what meant to be a snide comment. He hoped John-Paul was not referring to to any part of Brendan Brady,but the chance of him meaning that was greater than him not meaning it. Anything else would be irrelevant in this moment in time.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Steven asked,giving him a look that if it killed. John-Paul would beg for mercy;something Steven would like to see if he went into his dark side of his thoughts and fantasies.
"Oh nothing,why would it mean it anything?" John-Paul asked, with a smirk that looked like it was meant to mock Steven,it looked like it done the job as Steven stands up. His trainers making a light bang on the floor.
"His moustache" John-Paul then said,he had the nerve to admit to his one night stands lover,what the thing he recalled most about their night of, meaningfulness passion was.
"You want to say that again" Steven snarled,as he stepped closer. He saw an another smile,come from John-Paul's lips. As he carried on consuming the beer he held in his clean hand. He was doing it purely based on him wanting a reaction from Steven. Of cause he did not bargain getting a physical reaction; not after their last physical encounter the previous week.
In a haste,he felt Stevens hand clash with the side of his face. It was a mystery why that startled him. It was not like he kept to his own business. John-Paul put the appendage at the end of his arm,on the right side of his bruised face.
He felt Steven grab his free hand.
"You ever speak about him again,then it be more than a bruise you be getting" Steven snarled quietly in his rivals ear. John-Paul nodded,as he felt little physical pains in his single hand,Steven let go. Storming out in a foul mood.
That threat was not going to happen. It was just to scare him enough so he would not dare speak Brendan's name again. He is pretty sure it will work,John-Paul is not particularly fond to fighting. His previous attempted defenses proved it.
From the corner of his eye,a flash of red appeared. It was blurred. It took him about three minutes,until he figured out what it was. The red light,was strapped to a piece of giant metal. It was a car. Before he could step across,the car collided into him. He yielded to the concrete floor.
His mind was elsewhere,when he first saw those red lights. Which would soon turn into his demise. The person,who was driving was a twenty three-year old woman,by the name of Texas Longford as she hurdled downstairs. Her shoes,hitting the ground rapidly.
She drew breath in sharply,like when a common oh-garden bus,revs up. She heard a call from behind herself,as her lover William Savage is telling her to get back in and leave him.
"You will go to prison" William spoke,twisting the situation like it was her fault. He was trying to play on her mind,suggesting the court will think she is being dishonest and that she purposefully ran over Steven. He was honestly a little afraid of that,which is why he cruelly told her to get back in and drive of.
Without a seconds thoughts,Texas did as requested. Even though doing this would put her in even more danger of getting imprisoned. Deliberate or not. It was like a hit and run. She placed herself back in the car. Reversing as she drove past Stevens frozen body. Her hands slipping,as she was shaking as she stirred the leather fabric made car wheel.
Her face swelled up,as she looked across the darkened road. Will looking at her,like she was some sort of villainous seductive woman. Not quite the worst of people,but nor the best which is what lovers are supposed to portray on their lovers. They drove into the night,as they looked up at the twilight sky.
Steven Hays body laid behind still,this was however not his demise out of life. As he felt a hand pushing up and down on his chest. Frantic cries for help,as he was responding to who ever was slowly bringing him back to life.
More footsteps approached,as Steven opened his eyes however he was not on the road,he was in hospital With his lover Brendan Brady by his side holding onto his hand, it was a precious moment.
He heard Brendan breathed in relief,as he looked over at him in a loving look.
"Steven,oh thank God" he heard Brendan Brady say,as Brendan caress the side of his face. Brendan's free hand,locked in Stevens hand.
"Hi' is all Steven said,as he never been so thrilled to see Brendan. Steven felt his hand lock in Brendan's as well.
"You gave me a fright Steven" Brendan grunted,his voice sounded suddenly strained,as he never thought he would have to watch Steven fight for his life again. The first time was hard enough, but this was almost impossible to emotionally think of. Especially now their together and happy. Brendan never had been in a loving,sexual relationship before.
"I,m okay now,I was a little out of it when it happened" Steven told him,as he still remembered looking on at the mysterious blurred red colored light. Then his sudden realization what was before him,and him not moving away on the time. Then the hit,he can't remember straight after that. So he had no ideal,of Texas and Williams cowardly decision.
"Yeah,you plonker" Brendan said,as an innocence joke to try to make him feel more relaxed.
"How long have I been out?" Steven then asked.
"Few hours,no more than two" Brendan replied.
"You been here,all this time?" Steven asked,pleasantly surprised.
"Of cause I have,I would not want to be anywhere else,but with you" Brendan told him honestly he can open up more now and not be so afraid of being portrayed as a weak, defenseless man. His fathers rules really took a massive toll on his normal every day life,and his thoughts and feelings.