A/N: 'Letters and Visits' is on hold at the moment, I'm struggling to get it right. Hope these small one shots will do in the meantime.

Locking up for the night, Brendan and Ste leave the club without saying a word. Not much has been said between the pair, just a few orders from Brendan and Ste's groans in response.

It's only been a week since Brendan's been released from prison, and the tension is thick. Brendan's thought about calling Ste in to the office for a catch up, oh just a one on one talk without anyone's praying eyes on them, but thought better of it in the end.

As they reach the bottom of the club stairs they stop and stand awkwardly. Neither knowing why the other felt the need to stop. It's not like they were the best of friends.

Brendan coughs, trying to remove the frog in his throat. Sticking his hand in his back pocket he pulls out his wallet and pulls out two straight £20 notes.

"You've been great tonight, Stephen." He folds the notes over in his palm and puts his arm out towards Step "A bonus."

"Back to that, is it?" Ste asks annoyed. "You don't contact me for a week and then you think you can give me money?" Ste shakes his head. "Fuck off."

Ste turns to walk home but Brendan's hot on his heels.

"It's not like that, Jesus Stephen, grow up will ye." Grabbing Ste's arm he spins him around to face him.

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" Ste bats Brendan's hand away like he is poison. "I don't care what you have to say to me and I really don't want your money."

"Keep ye voice down, will ye?" Brendan breathes, bringing a finger to touch his mouth he looks point blank at Ste, "okay, so ye don't want to talk, I get that. But take the money, treat the kids."

Ste shakes his head once more.

"I get paid tomorrow anyway…I- I don't want it."

"Like I said, you've been on top form tonight. Just take the money, Stephen." Brendan wasn't taking anything but 'okay' has his answer.

Ste thought about it for a few minutes. He really couldn't be bothered to argue, he just wanted to get home and get away from Brendan.

"Fine," Ste finally decided and took the money. "See you later." Ste took off once more.

Again, Brendan followed him. The wind now picking up, he was freezing. With nothing but his expensive suit on he should really have gone home himself. He was more worried about Ste though, poor lad only had a thin fleece on. He hardly had any meat on him to keep him warm on these wintery nights.

"Aren't ye cold?" Brendan asks finally catching up.

"No." Ste answers bluntly, putting an end to the non-start conversation.

They didn't speak a word until they reached Ste's dingy flat. Brendan wasn't really sure why he'd walked with Ste, it just felt right.

Reaching his door Ste turns round and raises his brow.

"Sorry, but I wasn't aware you lived here," his attitude in full swing.

Brendan can't help but laugh low and shake his head.

"Might as well, the amount of times I've spent here."

Ste can't deny the sudden heat that reaches his cheeks. Thank god its dark he thinks. Ste holds himself though.

"Ah, you mean in secret? Cause you were ashamed?" Ste mocks. "N'aww, yeah weren't those days wonderful?"

"I was never-"Brendan's not sure how to respond, after all, Ste does have a point. "I wasn't ashamed of you, ye know."

"I know that," Ste says confidently "you were – are ashamed of yourself. I'm bored of that; bored of you." Ste puts his key in the door. "Goodnight Brendan."

Brendan suddenly becomes more desperate than he intended, he jumps in front of Ste stopping him from going any further.

"Don't go." He sighs.

The street light shines appreciably upon Ste's face. Brendan's hand helplessly rises to his face and he strokes a thumb along his strong jaw. Ste's eyes dropping immediately.

"It's been fucking hell without ye, Stephen," his voice oozing surprisingly soft, "two whole months without ye…total hell."

"Yeah," Ste whispers "it's not been all that good for me either, you know, losing Rae, losing y-." Ste stops himself.

"Losing me," Brendan finishes, with the tip of his finger he pulls Ste's head up gently "you've not lost me." He smiles, bringing his head to the side to look at Ste more clearly.

"You're a proper dick head, Brendan." Ste hates the fact that he's letting Brendan do this to him. But he's missed this – this connection that nobody really understands. The one not even he understands.

"I'm your dick head."

Without warning, the wind takes a turn for the worse and rain is suddenly drenching them and everything around them.

"Get yourself home, Brendan!' Ste screeches.

Brendan just laughs, grabbing Ste by the hand he pulls him to the small patch of glass that grows outside Ste's.

With soaked clothes and hair they look at each other with a knowing look. Neither has found the other more attractive as much as they do now.

Brendan wants Ste. Ste wants Brendan.

"Oh," Ste smiles "we can just go in mine."

"I'd like that," Brendan says. "But I want – I want to dance with ye first." Pulling Ste by his waist, he places his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. Confused, Ste just flings his arms around his neck and sigs contently.

After a while of small step-to-step movements Ste finally speaks.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks, with a cheeky glint in his tone.

"Don't ruin the moment ye little shiote!" Brendan chuckles against the wet neck against his lips.

"Sorry," Ste smiles, "this is just proper surreal."

Brendan pulls back to face Ste.

"It's nice though, yeah? Part from us probably catching a cold from this, I'd say it's worth it."

Ste nods in agreement.

"I love it, me." Ste runs his hand over Brendan's forehead, wiping away the rain drops; the rain becoming heavier. "I've missed you."

Without hesitation Ste runs his hand through wet hair and kisses Brendan gently, his teeth slightly gripping on already plumped lips. A moan escapes Brendan, every movement of tongue and lips getting more intense. They feed off of one another until they are in need to break away to catch their breathes.

"Let's get ye warmed up." Brendan says, pushing Ste backwards, lips and hands gripping one another before they've even reached the door.

A bit longer than I intended, but hope if you take the time to read, you enjoy it.