Ok, so this is my first ever fanfic, it's probably rubbish, but I hope you like it! And if I get enough feedback from first chapter I might write the second.

Setting the scene: Ste is a student, he has gone back to college to study, this is set in no particular time, apart from Ste knows he is gay, he also has never met Brendan. Chapter 1 is him meeting him for the first time. You can decide whether Ste knows Brendan is gay or not.

Miss Green was leaving. This was not sad. The only part of her I would miss (despite me being gay) was her cute, firm butt, definitely not her high scratchy voice.

So yeah, maybe I was going to miss her. This was stupid but from the first Biology lesson she told us she was leaving, I went all silly and asked lots of questions just so I could speak to her, laugh at her.

I know, I'm immature at college. But she did leave and I was dreading A-Level Biology without her, who was going to be my new teacher?

"Bye, see you in a looong boring hour" I rolled my eyes and told Peter as I turned to walk along the back of the room and then down to the front to where my seat faced most of the class.

After all of us shuffled about with our books, pens and whatever we used in Biology, there was low familiar chat as we all waited for the new teacher.

"I hope our teacher's nice, I hate biology me"

"Hmm, doubt it, knowing our luck"

The door across the room opened, the man of about 30 years of age grunted, it was quiet, but deep.

Everyone turned around. He looked very shy and almost ignored that he was now centring of attention; he kept his eyes on the ground.

When he finally looked up and around at the silent students, I noticed his beaming blue eyes, the skin around his eyes was wrinkled slightly, they were kind of warm yet seemed edgy.

"Hoi, moy name is Mr Brady" Oh my god, he's Irish, he's Irish and VERY tall.

And 32.

He told us a bit about himself, his full name was Brendan Brady.

He told us how he used to be a business man but he wanted to go into teaching because he didn't want to waste all his qualifications in Biology and all the hard work he did at university.

How he moved from Dublin to here to get away from the city and his old life to start somewhere new and exciting.

I'm surprised I remember most of this, his low voice was soothing and this fascinated me, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. It seemed he had the same effect on the whole of the class, especially the girls.

Did I mention he had a moustache, it was subtle as he had stubble anyway, but he wore it well, too well, I think it actually suited him. "Roight, do you all have your textbooks?"I had my textbook.

But the very next lesson I forgot my textbook.

Ok so perhaps I did that on purpose.

But it worked, he walked over to me, boldly, the clip clop of his black shoes underneath black trousers and a (very tight) white shirt with purple cuffs, and asked me why I didn't have my textbook.

"I forgot it sorry, do you want me to go and get it?" I fought back a smile. He flashed his white teeth.

"If you're quick" He was no longer smiling, instead he looked uncomfortable and quickly moved on to the next table to ask the same question.

I pushed my stool away from me; the legs screeched against the hard floor, Mr Brady turned his head briefly before facing his back to me again. I swiftly got out my seat and headed for the door.

"Uh, excuse me." Was he talking to me?

He did raise his voice a little, so I turned around to see who he was talking to, but he was looking straight at me, and he was cross.

"What was your name so I can put you down for a detention?" WHAT?

I had only forgotten my book this once, and it did not deserve a detention. His eyebrows lowered as I realised that I hadn't replied.

"Oh, Ste…Hay"

"Thank you Stephen… Hay" His mouthed turned up a little on one side revealing those white teeth again.

Thank you! THANK YOU! I turned to face the door and made it my job to walk out the classroom as loud as possible.

My feet stomped on the floor as I reached for the door, opened it and shut it firmly behind me.

I was angry, not angry because I was humiliated but because he had the cheek to smile as he gave me a detention.

Fine, if he wants to play it like that, then mission get 'Mr Big Shot' fired was to begin at my detention with him this lunchtime. 1:30pm.

Biology Books, Check.

Angry face and friends for backup, Check.

I was ready for my detention in the science block with Mr Brady.

I wanted to wind him up so much that he wanted to leave this college forever.

Knock, Knock.

There was no reply so we made our way in by ourselves.

Three of us stood just inside the room waiting for him.

When he finally arrived, he strode towards us.

His height made him have to lean in so that he could make himself heard better.

"So you brought your friends for back up I see," He paused, "w-well you won't be needing them, I'm not that much of a monster I promise, Stephen" he smiled, a genuine smile, but this angered me more.

"'W-well' ok" I mockingly repeated, causing my friends to smirk.

Mr Brady frowned but as if I was joking with him.

Damn, I thought that would annoy him, instead he pushed my arm playfully. This is harder than I thought it would be.

My friends left me to sit down on the middle table of the room; I opened my bag and removed my books.

The door shut and I was left alone with Mr Brady, who was stood at his computer looking up at his timetable to see which class he had next.

I shuffled in my seat trying to remind him I was here.

He turned promptly and put his hands into his pockets and slowly strolled towards the seat opposite me making the clip clop sound again with his feet. When Mr Brady walked, he walked with purpose, his tall muscular figure made him look confident and his confidence was emphasized by his walk.

We didn't say anything, most people would have thought it was awkward but instead I felt wrongly comfortable in his presence.

He sat down, hands now on the table and said: "You are a cheeky fecker aren't you?" I think my mouth dropped wide open as I was not expecting him to swear.

"Look Brendan, I know you don't like me but I've come here to do Biology and you're my biology teacher so are you going to help me with this booklet or not?"

I surprised myself, I had said that with much more confidence that I had actually felt. Maybe his impudence had rubbed off on me, but what was I doing talking to a teacher like that?

However he wasn't mad at me when I looked up, instead he looked intrigued and I could have been imagining this but he looked kind of amused that I had called him Brendan.

"Yes". He reached again into his pockets to take out some black glasses, the put them on.

Then he moved around the table and sat right next to me. As he got closer I felt my face and palms heat up.

Was I blushing? I thought.

I hesitantly looked up to see him in his black square glasses that gave him an edge of sophistication, he grinned shyly, I felt myself go bright red and his grin got bigger and cheekier.

"It's just, um, this question here…" I choked, "…Mr Brady" I pointed to the book, but still faced him.

"Have you even read the question?"

He whispered sarcastically, extending each word in a low seductive Irish accent.

If his tongue can form such melodious poetry, imagine what else it can do.

I didn't have to wait long to find out, Mr Brady put his right hand on my left leg and moved it closer in between both legs and squeezed my thigh...