This story is set right after the 15th of august, after Brendan decides to stay for Cheryl instead of going back to Ireland with Declan. Oh, and you probably don't want to remember, but during this time there was a some silly wedding scamming too… Anyways things may take a slight different turn for our two favorite boys. ;) Enjoy!

The Shower

Brendan opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He was finally home and he had the whole evening to himself. He'd left the club in Joel's hands for the night. After everything that had happened he really needed some alone time. He looked at his watch, only half past four. He was hungry, but it was a little too early to eat dinner. Not that he always ate on regular times, more the opposite, but maybe it was better to take a shower first. He walked to his room, to get some clean clothes, and sat down on the bed to take off his shoes and socks. For some reason he never walked with his shoes on in the bathroom. After he had done that he walked barefoot through the living room to the stairs.

Then he heard it...

There was a noise coming from upstairs, that didn't belong there, not when he was supposed to be alone. Maybe it was Chez, although he doubted that, since had she said to him, she would keep an eye on Joel. He walked the stairs without making a noise. When he came on the landing, the sound became harder. There was definitely someone there. He stood still on the landing, he didn't think this through, as usual. The noise sounded like running water, so it wasn't more than logical that the sound came from the bathroom. But what now? He could scare that person, but what if the door was locked? Besides if there was a thief, why would he put the shower on? Then he heard another sound, a human sound. Was that singing? He smiled, that person definitely shouldn't start a career in singing, it was terrible. But then he recognized the voice and his heart skipped a beat, when he realized who was standing in his bathroom, under his shower. The big question was, why was that person here? In his house? Under his shower?

Brendan opened the bathroom without making a noise. Luckily the door wasn't locked. He realized he was still holding the clean clothes he'd taken from his bedroom. He put them on the washbasin. He looked at the shower and, although the windows were misted by the steam, he saw the dark- blonde hair of Steven. He could vaguely see his figure. He felt his blood rush through his body. It felt like years since the last time he had seen Steven, since he'd talked to him, since he'd touched him.

"Steven."

He heard slipping feet, a cry of pain and then he saw a wet head looking through the corner of the shower door. Steven looked at him with big eyes, he could read the shock and astonishment from his face. "Brendan."

It was silence for moment, when they looked at each other.

"I thought...I thought you weren't home."

"Yeah well, what can I say. Wrong thought."

Steven still looked at him with big eyes and a red color appeared on his cheeks. "I don't know what you must think right now."

"I'm just wondering why you are here. In my house. In my bathroom. Under my shower," Brendan said slowly in a low voice.

"Well, I..." Brendan didn't know it was possible, but Steven turned even more red.

"You're in my home Steven. You almost owe me an explanation."

"Yeah, well... ehhm. I had to go to an appointment today, but I missed the bus and because I couldn't really shift that appointment and the car broke down, I went on my bike. But at the way back, it rained cats and dogs and it was very far, so when I came home I looked like a drowned cat," Steven always talked too much when he was nervous, Brendan thought in the break that fell because Steven needed to breath, "So I came home, but then I found out I forgot my keys and Doug isn't home, because he went to London for the weekend with Leanne and his parents..." Brendan heard the pain and jealousy in Steven's voice and wondered why, but Steven just chattered on, "So I couldn't get to him and then I remembered I gave Cheryl a spare key and I came here. She opened the door, looked at me and said I could take a warm shower and in the meanwhile she would look for the key. If I had known you would be here, I'd never-"

"Finish your shower Steven, I don't mind you being here." at all, Brendan added in his mind.

Steven looked at him with a mixture of distrust and worry, but after a few seconds he pulled back his head and closed the door of the shower.

Brendan heard some noise coming out of the shower and a minute later he smelled his shower gel.

"Steven, I can't remember giving you permission for using my shower gel," he said with a touch of amusement.

He heard something fall and then he heard Steven's voice:

"Brendan, why are you still standing there?"

Brendan couldn't help but smile. "Well since it is my bathroom I've got the right to stand here, don't I?"

"But...," Steven's voice trailed off.

"I'm not going anywhere."

He heard Steven mumble for a moment, probably a curse, but then he was silent.

Brendan felt how the room became more and more stuffy, because of the vapor. The steam that came from the shower had now even misted the mirror that hang above the washbasin. Maybe he should take his jacket off.

"Brendan what are you doing." Apparently Steven had been looking at him, through the misted windows.

"It's just a little hot in here, don't you think?" Brendan succeeded in pulling off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his light blue shirt.

"I wouldn't know, because I…" Steven probably realized what he was about to say, because he stopped talking.

"It's very normal that you're naked under the shower Steven." Of course he couldn't see it, but Steven probably turned red again. Brendan continued: "Are you done? I need to get a shower as well and you're taking an awfully long one."

"I... I need to do my hair."

Brendan leaned against the washbasin, but didn't reply.

"Brendan?" Steven cleaned the window with his hand and looked through it, he didn't look too happy when he saw that Brendan still stood there, but he did say: "Can I use you're shampoo?"

Brendan laughed out loud and when he looked at Steven, he saw a slight smile crossing his face.

Steven disappeared from his sight for a moment and came back up with a black plastic bottle and a moment later the sense of Brendan's shower gel was accompanied by Brendan's shampoo.

"So where is Cheryl?" Steven asked.

"She was at the club fifteen minutes ago," Brendan replied.

"What?! Why?" Steven asked, he sounded a bit shocked.

"Maybe she kept the key there," Brendan said not very convinced.

"So we're alone, then?" Steven closed his eyes so the shampoo wouldn't get into his eyes.

For a moment Brendan saw the image of Lynsey for his eyes, but he pushed it away: "Yes, we're alone".

Steven sighed and mumbled something under his breath. Brendan saw how Steven put his head under the shower and let the water wash away the shampoo. Brendan didn't say anything and just looked at the boy, who meant more to him than he would ever know. After Steven stole 80.000 grand from him, Brendan hadn't spoken to him that much. And after everything with Sampson and Lynsey's death, he hadn't had the time to play his usual games with Steven. But in the time that everything had happened, in the time his whole life started to fall apart, Steven had been the only one, who cared for him, stood by his side as much as was possible. Even after Cheryl decided she didn't wanna talk to him or see him, Steven had been there. Steven had been the reason he had stayed in Hollyoaks, the reason he didn't go back to Ireland with Declan. They hadn't said it out loud, but they both knew it.

Steven's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Brendan? I'm done, can you give me a towel please?"

Brendan stood up straight. "Why don't you come out and get it yourself?" he said in a teasing voice.

"Brendan, stop acting like that and give me a towel! I'm freezing!" He cleaned the window again with his hand, so he had a clearer view on Brendan.

"You know Steven, I've seen you naked before," Brendan said in a low voice, ignoring Steven's words.

Steven was silent for a moment before he said: "I know, but that doesn't mean you can see me now."

Brendan walked to the closet where Cheryl kept the towels and flannels and took a white towel out of it.

"So why didn't you take a towel before you got under the shower?" Brendan asked, still standing on the same spot.

"Because I thought I would be alone and not have Mr Brady in the bathroom."

"So you're scared of me."

"No, I'm not." Somehow Brendan was happy that, that answer came so quickly, "But I'm the underdog in this whole situation, because you've got all your clothes on and I'm naked. If I hadn't been in the shower I would have walked away by now."

Brendan walked closer to Steven. "You don't have to be the only one being naked, Steven." He heard Steven gasp by that image. Brendan felt not very different, since the moment he knew Steven was naked under his shower, a fire had started to spread through his body, Brendan had thought the feeling had extinguished a while ago. But now he knew he'd been wrong, because his longing for Steven was even stronger than before.

"Just give the towel Brendan," Steven said, although his voice didn't sound as tight as before.

Brendan thought for a moment about what he should do, but after a small inner struggle, he threw the white towel over de edge of the shower cubicle.

Steven grabbed it quickly and Brendan saw vaguely how Steven dried himself, before he put the towel around his hips and got out of the shower.

Brendan's eyes ran slowly over Steven's body. He felt the desire rushing through him. Steven shouldn't have flirted with him, he shouldn't have been under his shower. It was his fault that Brendan was in this condition right now. That boy always had the power to mess with his head. He could barely think, when Steven stood before him, with a nervous look upon his face. God, how much he wanted that boy.

"Stop looking at me like that, Brendan," he heard Steven say, he looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Like what?"

"Like you want..."

"Like I want what, Steven?" Brendan's voice was low and husky.

"Like you want... me," Steven muttered.

Brendan took a few steps in his direction. "I always want you, Steven."

He saw Steven swallow, but Steven didn't say anything, although his eyes didn't waver from Brendan's.

"Do you want me, Steven?" Brendan asked with a lustful look in his eyes.

"Yeah," Steven's answered so softly, Brendan almost didn't hear it.

Brendan took another step closer to Steven. He could no longer restrain himself and stroked with his hand over Steven's face. Steven closed his eyes and Brendan saw a shiver running through him. When Steven looked up again, Brendan saw the same longing in his eyes as Brendan felt.

He pushed Steven gently against the wall of the bathroom. Brendan stood so close, he almost touched Steven's body. "Tell me you want this, Steven," he mumbled to Steven's lips.

Steven leaned towards him, so there lips were only inches apart. Steven mumbled: "I want this." before he pressed his lips on Brendan's. Brendan had the feeling that he exploded and a lot of feelings came free inside of him, feelings he hadn't felt in a long time. He pushed Steven with his own body against the wall and he felt how Steven's tongue entered his mouth. Brendan moaned softly, it felt so good. He felt how Steven pulled at his shirt and opened the top buttons, before he felt Steven's hand on his chest. Brendan let his hands move downwards. Steven moaned in his mouth. Brendan felt Steven's heart beat against his hand, before he let his hands wander down until he enclosed Steven's cock, which was already hard.

Brendan took his mouth of Steven's. "Really, Steven?" Brendan whispered, with amusement in his voice as he raised an eyebrow.

Steven turned a little red but said: "It's not like you're in a better condition than me." He was right, but the younger man did things to him...

Brendan pressed his lips hard on Steven's and for a moment Steven was a little surprised by that, but he soon kissed him back with the same fire. Brendan felt the kiss in toes. He wouldn't let Steven go, never again. His hands moved to the towel that was still wrapped around Steven's hips and let it fall to the ground, without taken his lips off of Steven's. He started to stroke Steven's cock.

Brendan didn't know how, but in the meantime Steven had untied his pants. He quickly took it off, his boxers following soon after that.

Swiftly he took a condom out of a drawer from the washbasin, before he kissed Steven full on the mouth again. He wanted him so badly.

Steven pulled him into the shower cubicle, without taken his lips off of his. Brendan put the shower on, on touch. He felt the cold stream on his shoulders, before the water became warmer.

Brendan threw the condom in a corner of the shower.

Steven took his lips off of his and looked at him with eyes filled with desire. With a voice that vibrated with longing he said: "You're still wearing your shirt."

Brendan felt his shirt stick to his back and with his mouth close to Steven's lips, he mumbled hoarsely: "I know," and he kissed Steven again.

Steven kissed him back with the same passion. Brendan pulled Steven against his body and tossed his hands through Steven's hair.

Steven took his lips from Brendan's again, but this time not to say something. He moved his lips to Brendan's jaw and Brendan shuddered of craving. Brendan closed his eyes and felt Steven's lips wander over his neck, his collarbone and back to his neck, while the younger man's fingers opened the bottom buttons of his shirt. He felt Steven's hands slide over his shoulders and helped him to take off his wet shirt, that landed in a wet lump on the ground.

Now he was naked, he pushed Steven against the shower cubicle and he kissed Steven again, he couldn't get enough of those lips. He bit softly in Steven's bottom lip and he felt a shudder pull through Steven's body.

He took his lips off of Steven's. "Are you cold"? Brendan looked at him with eyes that simmered.

"No," Steven answered. Brendan looked at him and felt the love for Steven rushing though him. Brendan stroke with his thumb over Steven's bottom lip and let his mouth rest softly on Steven's. He softly touched Steven's lips before he let his tongue slid slowly and seductive inside. He deepened the kiss and Steven moaned softly. By that moan Brendan lost his control. Brendan pulled Steven closer with a growl. He needed to touch him everywhere. Brendan's hands wandered over Steven's body, touching him everywhere he could. Steven hold on to him, by his shoulders, as if Brendan was his only grip. As if he would fall without him.

Brendan took his lips off of Steven's and moved his lips to Steven's sensitive spot in his neck. He felt Steven's nails in his shoulders, usually he wasn't really into that, but now he couldn't care less. He let his tongue run over Steven's neck and he heard Steven muttering his name.

He turned Steven around, so Steven stood with his chest against the shower cubicle. He let his hands run over Steven's back, while his lips touched Steven's shoulder blades. Steven curved his back, when Brendan slid a finger inside. When he slid another finger inside, Steven moaned softly. Brendan turned Steven's head towards him and kissed him passionately, before he took the condom from the ground and slid it on.

The groan of Steven, when Brendan entered him, was muffled, because Brendan kissed him hard and long. When Brendan had entered him, he moved his mouth to Steven's neck while he put his right hand on Steven's cock. His other hand stayed on Steven's hip.

Slowly Brendan started to move inside of him, while his hand slid over Steven's cock. Steven's breathing got faster and he moved his hand to the place where Brendan's hand was laying on his hip and he hang onto Brendan's hand, while he leaned with his other hand against the shower cubicle.

Brendan moved faster inside of Steven and growled softly in Steven's ear. The passion took possession over his body and his mind went completely blank. This was how it was supposed to be, just the two of them, just their two bodies. His breathing accelerated , knowing he became closer to his climax. By the way Steven moved against him, by the way he clinched his hand and by the way his breathing became heavier, he noticed Steven was also becoming closer. Brendan let his lips rest at Steven's sensitive spot in his neck. Steven started to mutter Brendan's name. A wave of passion and desire took possession of them.

Brendan pulled Steven against his own body and they reached their climax together. It had never felt so perfect.