Deny It All You Want

Summary: Brendan and Ste have met at an office they both work at,they bicker a lot and wind each other up. However they have to fight their inner feelings they have towards each other. Cannon/Non Cannon throughout.

It was an idea I came up with, might work then again might not, please have a read tell me if you think I should continue this?

Chapter 1

Brendan

It was a monotonous job. Each day he'd wake up early in the morning, put on his suit and drive through the city to work. Brendan had often thought about doing something different with his life, but had never really got around to it, and he needed the money anyway. After he'd left school he attended college and studied Business and Management, thinking it would be a great way to get out there and find a great job in business, even be his own boss one day.

Wasn't how it worked out, so now he had to go into that building and work in that office, and with that man. The man who always managed to wind him up the wrong way, ever since the day he had started the job, Steven, or Ste as he always corrected, had got right on his nerves. The way he walked, the way he was always bloody right all the time, even his beautiful looks and deep blue eyes that if you wasn't careful could drown in by the way, drove him to distraction.

The head boss had made them work together on a recent project, and going to work was even more of a chore. He'd even asked to be transferred to a new department, just so he'd never have to see his golden skin and light brown, soft looking hair that always dangles across his forehead in that silly way, he should just move it behind his ear, Brendan thought.

So here he was sat at the table eating breakfast, and drinking his usual coffee, three heaped sugar fix. Eating his toast or more like shoveling in the toast catching a load of crumbs on his moustache and not even caring to brush them away. Brendan had his own place, a little apartment on the outskirts of Chester, lived alone, never really having the time to settle down, he enjoyed his flings here and there, and was a master at cooling it off it got too serious. It was the way Brendan liked it, so he could have that control of his life.

After breakfast Brendan got in his car and headed into work with the usual dread feeling twisting in his stomach.

Steven

After having a quick breakfast Steven left his flat and caught the bus to work. He'd worked at the corporation a while now, starting out as a helper in the mail room. Studying at college Ste had done NVQ in I.T. while completing a apprenticeship he's been given a proper job now, and he was proud to have managed to achieved so much. While he'd been settling in a new employee had been hired, and for some reason this person, Brendan had to be the worst man he'd ever known.

Bossy and self righteous, sarcastic, ruggedly handsome he had a ridiculous moustashe that he always stroked with his fingers, he only did it to wind Ste up, and he knew it. He knew it because that side smirk he did, and those amazing blue eyes that stared at him like he was looking at something he wanted to devour.

Drove Ste to distraction. So now, the boss upstairs decided they should collaborate on a stupid new idea for a prospective client! Ste had groaned out loud when his line manager informed him, and he didn't care Brendan had heard. It was the worst thing that could happen.

Ste lived on his own at his flat, didn't have family really, he didn't care for them, they hadn't bothered for him. Ste had worked and studied hard to get a decent job, he had plans for his future. He loved to cook, and one day he would have his own restaurant. It was a pipe dream, but Ste didn't care, he wanted it so much, he'd work every hour needed, even if it did mean working alongside probably his worst nemesis.

They had both arrived at the huge building around the same time but had not seen each other yet, Brendan had parked in the office car park and Ste had got off the bus and was walking in the entrance. Ste rushed into the elevator, it was quite busy, then as the door was closing a hand moved between the doors shoving it back open.

Ste who was squashed up at the back rolled his eyes upon seeing him, as he pushed through to the opposite corner at the back. "Typical" Ste had whispered on his breath, as Brendan glanced up at him.

"Something you want to share with us all Steven?" Brendan shouted loud so everyone turned to look at Ste.

Ste blushed and scowled at Brendan. "Nothing that concerns you Brendan" Ste wished he could've thought of a better comeback but he was cautious of a hundred eyes looking at him.

The lift began to empty as it gained higher floors. Their office was at the top, so by the time they'd nearly reached it they were alone in the elevator.

"You've crumbs in your moustashe you realize?" Ste was looking disgusted over at Brendan.

Brendan walked over to Ste and moved close into his personal space. There was a mirror around the entire elevator, but still he leaned just past Ste's ear and inspected his tashe up close.

Ste could feel Brendan's body heat, and the smell of his aftershave tingled through his nostrils, he smelled amazing Ste thought, quickly gulping and grabbing his collar he came back into the moment, and moved away slightly.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Can you move up a bit, your aftershave is suffocating me here" Ste coughed as he spoke.

"Hmm, that's a real shame Steven; perhaps I should move closer it may work quicker eh?" Brendan replied with a smirk, that smirk that he knew drove Ste nuts. Brendan used his fingers to trail slowly over his tashe as he crumbs fell out and to the floor.

"That better Steven? Brendan said as the elevator stopped on their floor.

"Whatever Brendan, get out of my way" Ste barged past bumping Brendan's shoulder as he walked out of the lift.

They had separate desks, but they were in the same pod, in a large floored office space. So if Ste looked up he could see Brendan sat at his desk sideways on, and when Brendan looked up, if he stretched his neck and head back slightly he would see Ste looking forward, and nearly always glancing over. Brendan thought it was hilarious considering how much they couldn't stand the sight of each other, they made a hell of a lot of time to do so.

"Looking at me AGAIN Steven? Something you like over here?" Brendan asked as he was swinging back on his chair.

"What? God No, why would I be interested in looking at you,you're the one who stretches his neck out to get a better view of me!" Ste snapped.

Brendan was about to answer him back but he misjudged his next swing back and the chair went flying as he ended up in a heap.

"ha ha, Brendan fell everyone, funny that!" Ste laughed but stopped as everyone was giving him evils, and some of the other workers rushed to help Brendan up.
Brendan winked at Ste as he feigned injury getting more attention.

Ste huffed and got up and walked over to the drinks machine. Leanne came walking over, she was wearing glasses and looked over them at Ste.

"Why do you two always do that? Can't you just get along like the rest of us?" Leanne asked as she got a cup of tea.

"I hate him!" Ste replied "He just gets on my nerves, always has"

"Hmm, if you say so Ste" Leanne smiled and walked away.

Just then the line manager called in Brendan and Ste for a meeting.
Ste rolled his eyes and put his drink down, walking past Brendan who was still surrounded by half the female staff, he gave Brendan the evils and walked up to the office.

Brendan ran up behind him and started to walk quicker past him, so Ste moved faster too, passing him again. Brendan stated jogging past Ste so Ste ran instead, there they were running together down the long corridor trying to out run one another, they both arrived at the door around the same time,breathing heavy.

Brendan moved close into Ste's face as his heart began to race faster. Ste looked into his eyes, and then away.
"What are you doing Brendan? Ste shuddered.

"Just wanted to say you're proper fit Steven"

"Wha, what do you mean fit?" Ste's eyes connected with Brendan's as he saw him look up and down his body.

"I mean with the running, you are fit" Brendan adjusts his suit and backs off knocking at the office door.

Ste sighs quickly composing himself too, they enter the office.

The line Manager is waiting behind a large desk and gestures for them to sit down.
He begins to talk about the project they need to work on, and what sort of things that will be expected.

After they have been briefed a while Ste starts to nod off, he hears his boss mention the Eurostar, hotel, and a meeting in Paris, when he quickly wakes up.

"Sir, sorry, didn't quite get that, did you say um, Paris?" Ste asked

"Yes Ste weren't you listening?" The manager raised his eyebrow

"Steven has cloth ears sir, we all try and avoid him like the plague most days" Brendan replied

"Hey, no one asked for you're opinion Brendan, do us all a favour and crawl back under your rock" Ste seethed.

"Listen up you two, I have just about had enough of your differences of opinion, as have the entire workforce no doubt. On this business trip together I expect nothing more than complete professionalism from both of you. This client is important to our company, do I make myself clear?" The manager stood up resting his hands on the desk.

Brendan stood up, "To me sir, it's crystal, but cloth ears over there might need another briefing"
Brendan started to walk out of the office, so Ste apologized to his manager and caught up to Brendan.

"You wanna race again Steven?" Brendan stopped and smiled.

"No I don't, and fuck you for showing me up in there" Ste walked off.

"Not if you begged me Steven!"
They both sat back at their desks and silently got on with their work.


It was the end of the day, everyone started to leave. Ste was in the bathroom splashing water on his face. He looked into the mirror and sighed. A business trip, with Brendan, could his life get any worse. How on earth he'd manage pleasantries with that man an entire trip he'd never know.

The door swung open and in he walked, it was like he'd heard Ste's thoughts. Ste watched as Brendan glanced through the mirror. He finished drying his hands as Brendan started to wash his.
Exchanging awkward glances Ste went to leave.

"Hey, How are we gonna handle this thing between us?" Brendan asked as he dried his hands.

"There ain't nothing between us Brendan, never will be" Ste retorted.

Brendan grabbed Ste by his jacket and flung him round into the wall. He hit the condom machine as some of them fell out. Brendan bent down to pick one up, his nose almost stroking over Ste's groin as Ste gasped and closed his eyes briefly.

"Get off me" Ste whimpered As Brendan stood up to his face again, he gestured the condom to Ste.

"Extra long" Hmm, this won't do for you, I'd best keep it instead" his eyes focused on Ste.

"Screw you Brady, get your hands off me!"

"Second time you've said that, you can't keep your mind off it can you, or me for that matter. See you tomorrow on the train, right now I have a prior engagement" Brendan waved the condom and placed it inside his pocket, Moved Ste from the wall and straightened out his suit for him. Brendan left as Ste clenched his fists, the man was intolerable, but wow, he was hot. And Ste hated himself for thinking that.

Ste couldn't sleep that night, after his earlier spout with Brendan, how dare he put him against that wall and taunt him in such a way. And what was with the condom innuendo too, it's not like he cared who Brendan was sleeping with, I mean they'd have to be desperate to even think that way about him, right?

Wrong actually, Ste's mind was having an internal argument with himself, he wanted to be that close to him, the thoughts made him feel dirty and turned on. He hated that, a man he despised making his body ache with arousal. He momentarily thought about who Brendan was with right now,the 'prior engagement' he'd be putting his hands all over, using his mouth in filthy ways Ste bet Brendan would be skilled in.
"Eurgh!" Ste turned on to his side and closed his eyes angry with himself, but he still moved his hand over himself hardening with the torturous thoughts.

Brendan lay there cursing himself. 'Prior engagement, oh god' His thoughts were punishing him. He loved winding Ste up, he drove Brendan to distraction, not in a good way either. Hated being attracted to an absolute pratt, they had always niggled at each other, got under each others skin.

Despite that though Brendan couldn't deny his attraction to the boy. He was beautiful. Not that he could ever show that to Ste though, he'd rather just completely blank out his thoughts, and get on with it. Goodness knows how he'd cope spending time with him on this business project together, it was going to be hard.

Brendan couldn't help snigger at his last thought, because he was hard, thinking about Ste did something to his insides, and outsides. 'horrible, annoying' Brendan rubbed over his stiffening errection, 'nightmare...Oh god..Steven...' He sighed irritated with himself.


The Train journey

They both got on the Eurostar and frowned that they had to share a compartment with each other. Ste had even requested to move to one of the train conductors who point blank refused saying first class tickets were allocated with seat numbers on for a reason. 'Rude' he'd whispered under his breath and 'There's plenty of spare seats' he'd pouted at her. Still he sat down hard in his seat thinking the world was against him.

Brendan had looked over at Ste and started smirking, he would have moved too if he'd had the chance, what a whinny child Ste was, bloody embarrassing the fact he had to share a whole train journey with him now, pouting like a baby who'd chucked his rattle from his pram.

Ste had noticed the smirk and that had made him seethe even more, especially as it made Brendan look even more handsome, his moustashe twitched up in a cute way when he smiled, Ste grimaced at him for it.

"Erm, what the hell you smiling at Brendan?" Steven looked at Brendan with distaste.

"You, you whining sod, could you be anymore embarrassing? It's like sitting with a child" Brendan hit back, now showing his teeth and looking forward

"Oh piss off,who do you think you are with your stupid clothes and your stupider moustashe!"

"Stupider? That actually a word? Or you plucked it from Steven Hay's dictionary?" Brendan looked at Ste with closing eyes.

"It's a word okay!" Steven retorted and kept thinking if it actually WAS a word now, made him feel thick.

A man entered the door offering refreshments. When he came over he noticed how good looking he was. He asked for a stiff drink, laughing with the man about needing something to get him through this monotonous journey with him, he gestured to Brendan who was now giving Ste evils. The man looked at them both and rolled his eyes leaving quickly.

"Why don't you just ask him out" Brendan looked at Ste with utter jealousy, he'd noticed how Ste had looked at him.

"What's the matter, you Jealous Brendan?" Ste was now smiling.

"Ye kidding, I wouldn't touch ye with his!" Brendan felt a little uneasy about how nasty that had been, seeing Ste's face, but brushed it off and settled into his seat and closed his eyes.

'Bloody harsh!' Thought Ste, Brendan's words twisted inside him more than he thought it would.


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