With a million apologies and massive respect to Chips2. You rock!
Ste had had enough. Yes, he was young and yes, he was flexible, famously so, but three months under a desk was too much, even for him.
" Sod this!" He crawled out from under Brendan's desk and stretched. "Ah! That's better."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked the shadowy figure on the other side of the desk. "This isn't part of the plot."
"Maybe not," said Ste, "but I'm sick of this." He cricked his neck to one side, then the other. "I want Brendan and I want him now. Excuse me" He pushed past the shadow towards the door.
"You can't!" The shadow made a move to stop him, then hesitated. "We can't! We have to wait for Him," he pointed heavenwards, "to tell us what to do. We are subject to His will. So what if it's been three months? He's an artist, a genius. He can't be rushed." Ste had stopped and was listening, though he didn't turn round. "Would you rush Michelangelo? Would you hassle Beethoven if you had to wait a while? Would you complain that Shakespeare was taking his time?" He paused but Ste was still quiet. "Genius is always worth waiting for."
Ste sighed and turned, a sad smile on his beautiful face. "You're right, I know you're right. But I can't be without Brendan any longer. I love him, I need him." He blushed and looked at his feet. "And I'm, you know, randy."
The shadow didn't know what to say to that. The awkward silence was broken by a breathless voice from outside.
"Steven?"
"Brendan?"
"Steven!" There was muffled panting. "Steven, what's going on? Are you okay? "
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just got sick of waiting. Are you okay?"
"Are you kidding?" More panting. "I've been sprinting non-stop for three months now. I'm done in. Is Chips back?"
"No." Ste and the Shadow both smirked at Brendan's breathless swearing. "But you can't rush genius, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. But, God, Steven, I miss you."
Ste smiled. "I miss you too. So why don't you stop running and come in here?"
"I can't do that!"
"Why not? Who says so? Who would dare try to keep us apart?" Brendan didn't reply so Ste continued. "I'm going crazy here, Brendan. So stop messing about and get in here and shag me silly." He could hear Brendan breathing heavily, though he'd stopped running. "We can stop when Chips gets back. He can send us back to where we should be. But what if it's another three months, Brendan? Wouldn't you rather spend three months shagging than…"
The door crashed open as Brendan stormed into his office, eyes ablaze with lust. He grabbed Ste by the waist and pulled him into a deep, deep kiss. Ste had to struggle free to say, "We're not alone."
Brendan glared at the shadowy figure who cringed back. "Okay, okay, I'll wait in Paul's office. It's a comfy enough chair out there, there's some magazines and stuff." He walked past the snogging men, out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. "But I'm not taking the rap for this one. When Chips gets back, you're on your own."
"How long do you think we've got," whispered Ste, sighing as Brendan nibbled his neck.
"Well, you can't rush genius, Steven." Brendan began unbuttoning his shirt. "If we're lucky, it might be months and months."
"Months and months," breathed Ste, lying back on the desk and waiting for the ecstasy to begin.