A/N: This is my attempt at a Ste & Brendan fiction. It will most likely be utter crap. But if people do read it then thank you very much.

Disclaimer: Owned by HO/Channel 4. What lucky gits.

Warning: Terrible characterisations plus poor grammar and punctuation.

Brendan's POV

'You're a bit of a softy really, aren't you?'

If it wasn't for the amount of lager I have consumed I'd of smacked him by now. But it's been a good night; we've had a laugh, and Stephen's a decent fella. He's easy going and sort of relaxes me, takes my mind off of things, which can only be beneficial.

I look at him and laugh.

'Huh? Stephen I respect you, so I'll never act like I do in front of anyone else.'

He raises his eyebrows, grinning wickedly. My stomach does a weird movement, a bit like a summersault. The drink really as got to me.

'Aww. I respect you, too bud. You've been good to me these last few weeks.'

'Want another drink?' He asks cheerfully before heading for the kitchen.

My mind reacts before I can even think; I jump up eagerly and stand in front of him. I stare at him thoroughly; his stench is mixed with deodorant and a mixture of toxics. I'm not sure what I'm doing, neither does Ste.

I shake my head confused.

'What?' He asks he looks a bit scared.

'We've had a good night, haven't we?'

He then smiles up at me and laughs quietly.

'Yeah, it's been brill.'

I feel the weight of my right arm touch his cheek… I've touched him many times before. But this feels different, he feels different. His eyes shake side to side. He watches me without moving an inch.

My mouth is dry, my head is spinning, and my heart is pounding so fast. I want to move that bit closer to him, but it's wrong… sick. It would ruin my life; I'd hate my self for ages and probably loose Ste in the long run. I don't want that, but I do want to feel an extra connection with him.

'Are you okay?' He finally asks with a shaky breath.

I don't know. Am I? Or am I totally loosing my head here.

'Would I ruin it if I did this?'

Without a second thought I hurriedly kiss him; he doesn't respond straight way, and I feel rejected, but before I pull back he grabs the back of my head; his lips pout as he kisses me slowly, it feels strange, but I feel so exhilarated. Our chests and breathing grows heavier as the kiss grows stronger and more powerful, I nip my tongue shyly into his mouth and search the new maze; his mouth is warm and hungry.

He pulls back slowly and looks up at me slightly surprised, but happy. His breathing is heavy; it makes my heart pound that little bit more. He gives me an answer that should make me feel repulsed and ashamed of my actions; but it don't I feel pretty amazing.

'No.'

A/N: Only a short thing to start off with. It's really bad, I know but I wanted to give it a try! Reviews are love. X