Where He Lingers
A Hollyoaks FanFiction
A Stendan Drabble. My 200th FanFiction
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Ste thought he wouldn't be able to meet his own eyes in the mirror after Brendan had kissed him in the Chez Chez cellar, but Ste found he couldn't look away. His chin was burning red with stubble rash, his lips were pulsing and when he closed his eyes he could still feel the bristle of Brendan's moustache against his mouth. And Ste couldn't quite believe it, but the fact that Brendan was so undoubtedly a man just turned him on more. One kiss and Ste had wanted him more than he had ever wanted anyone, even Amy. And if Brendan's mobile hadn't rung when it did Ste almost feared what would have happened next – what he would have let happen.
When Brendan had locked that door Ste had feared for his bones. The first time he had met Brendan the man had knocked him around, and now if he thought Ste was some kind of queer? He couldn't back away quick enough; the crate between them held like a shield.
And all day Ste had thought back to the night before, had wondered just why he had fucked up what could have been a great friendship. The drink aside, the second Brendan had landed on him, hand on Ste's face, Ste had wanted to kiss him. And maybe the drink is what finally closed the gap, but the want started deep below his skin.
It had taken all his courage to face Brendan the next day, and straight off Ste was owning up to the responsibility. All his life he had been used to taking the blame for things and this was no exception. Brendan had seemed so calm that Ste had almost dropped his guard; dropped it so far in fact that it had shocked Ste himself when he realised he was jealous of Mercedes.
He took the trip to the cellar as a bit of relief. He had no idea what the fuck was going on in his brain, but time away from Brendan couldn't hurt. It would give him time to think – emigrate if he needed to. And just when the thoughts were providing the illusion of being safe, Brendan had walked in and scared Ste shitless. Then, of course, taken his breath away.
And in the here and now, eyes on his own in the Chez Chez bathroom mirror, Ste wondered what the hell would happen next. He moved his fingers to the memories on his face, and his skin burned.