Title: Manners And Physique
Author: BipolarMolar
A shameless Plot What Plot starring Brendan Brady and Simon Walker from Hollyoaks, not related to any of the other fics I've written. Inspired by Manners And Physique by Adam And The Ants. If you have a chance, listen to that song. The lyrics are cheeky, the fast-paced music is great- if you danced to that every day, you'd get fit!
Ok, so I know I should be focusing on my other fics at the moment, but this has been sitting in my computer for ages. There will be another chapter after this, at least. Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Please read and review, your comments are the only payment I get.
I guess this is an established relationship. There will be slash. I'm working on chapter two as we speak.
"I like you even better when you're mad
Feels so good when you fight in bed"
Manners and Physique, Adam and the Ants.
"I hate you, Brendan Brady! You're an idiot!" The vicious remark dripped with vehemence as the brunet man stormed into the room furiously.
Brendan, from where he sat at his table, in the dark, dinghy office of Chez Chez, merely raised an eyebrow at his companion. "Something on your mind, Simon?" he drawled, reaching for the bowl of M and Ms on his desk. Simon Walker watched as Brendan pushed a red M and M in between his lips. Then he shook his head impatiently, kicking the door shut and moving closer to the man.
"Did a bloke come by here today, asking for me?"
"What makes you think you're so in demand?" Brendan deadpanned, causing Simon to growl in frustration.
"I mean a specific man! He came here today about a deal with me. You sent him away, didn't you?" Simon's eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared down at the seated man. Brendan didn't seem too impressed; after carefully inspecting the sweets before him, he selected a green one. "Loose lips sink ships." he replied cryptically, the hard-shelled chocolate clacking against his teeth.
Walker mentally counted to ten, his chest heaving as he struggled to keep his anger in check. "Do you know," he said softly, leaning on the desk, face inches from Brendan. "How much that deal could've made me? He's not going to call back, Brendan!"
One moment of teetering uncertainty as he gazed into Brendan's uncaring blue eyes was all it took for his already-frayed nerves to snap. He grabbed Brendan's collar, bringing the man closer so that their noses touched , the smell of chocolate heavy on Brendan's breath.
"You," Simon began carefully, with the deliberation of a philosopher. "Are the death"(A dry voice somewhere in his mind acknowledged that the word death- hissed so angrily- seemed right as it forced his lips to grimace, his teeth to bare) "of me." The resounding truth of his statement startled him, and he drew back, his lips hovering like moths near Brendan's. There was a fleeting, fluttering moment of thought, where the men stared at each other as if angry eyes and tensed mouths held all the answers to the universe. Then Walker kissed Brendan.
To call it a kiss was an exaggeration- the very word suggests some hint of softness of lips and consideration for the other party. No, this was violent, but no less passionate. Walker crashed his mouth onto Brendan's lips mashing against lips in a brutal, hungry rhythm. Brendan matched his movements with dangerous enthusiasm, his teeth nicking at Walker's lips.
Walker moaned against Brendan's mouth, messily forcing his tongue past Brendan's persistent lips. He thrust his tongue in to the wet caverns of Brendan's mouth, licking and prodding at his teeth, stroking his tongue with his, just revelling in the feel of this exploration. Nobody would be allowed to attack Brendan Brady's mouth with such vigour and violence but him. He had the privilege, he had the right.
His hands slid up to his lover's neck, fingers tangling in the crucifix necklace looped around the skin. He felt Brendan's hands anchor themselves in his hair- Brendan had always liked touching his hair. Now, the Irishman was grabbing handfuls of it, pulling him closer and murmuring against his mouth("We'll go to mine.").
They tripped and stumbled their way down the stairs, lips locked and struggling for breath. They only properly broke the kiss as the cool air of the night hit them, conscious that although the street was quiet, it wasn't completely empty. Halfway there, Brendan pulled Walker into a nearby alley, the two men resuming their kissing, hands sliding under clothes until Brendan had the sense to insist they stick to their original plan and go home.
Brendan skidded up to the front door, yanking Walker along by the hem of his T-shirt, fumbling for his key. His hands shook slightly as he stabbed the key into the lock. With Walker mouthing closed-lip kisses upon his exposed neck in an oddly tender way, he knew one thing: they needed this.
He tore Walker from his throat, pushing him into the room the door heavily swinging shut behind them. He knew Chez was staying at a friend's, so he and his…friend could scream as loud as he liked.
Author's Notes: Let me know what you think so far! Your reviews are so motivational and make a writer so happy! I have an idea what's going to happen in this, already written some, but if there's something (a kink, cough) you'd love to see, let me know. I can't add additional characters in it; it's just BB and Walker.