The bell on the door to the Deli rang as Walker strode in. He knew he really shouldn't but he just couldn't help himself. The dark bruise on the left side of his face was throbbing and his split lip hurt. He needed a little something to brighten up his morning.
"What happened to your face?" Ste looked up from the roll or panini or whatever the fuck it was he was fiddling about with. Doug sliced something on the other counter humming slightly out of tune.
"None of your business" Ste sighed as Walker lent on the glass counter looking at him.
"What do you want Walker?"
"Two coffees to go please, the usual" Walker smiled a big false smile and Ste frowned giving him the once over.
"Is that Brendan's shirt?" Walker looked sceptically down at his attire. The shirt Brendan had lent him was slightly too small and pulled across his biceps as he moved. It smelt like Brendan, funny how even clean clothes could do that. Still it was better than his t-shirt that hadn't made it through the night and it had saved him having to go home before work.
"Do you really imagine I would buy an item of clothing like this?" Walker tilted his head.
"I bought him that shirt you know" Doug's knife paused then continued to chop, gaining force and speed "And can you please not lean on the glass"
"It's a shirt not a marriage proposal, keep your shirt on" Walker smirked and picked a piece of lint off the dark material. He noted the cold look Doug fired at them over his shoulder as he moved to fiddle with the till. Probably for the best he had put the knife down. Continuing to lean on the counter top Walker turned to look out of the window well aware it would expose the bruises on his neck, subtle fingerprints, dark impressions, something warm in his stomach as he thought of Brendan's touch.
"Did Brendan do that?" Walker snapped his head back round just in time to see something painful flicker in Ste's eyes.
"Two sugars in the latte please" The two men looked at each other in silence.
"I know how many sugars Brendan takes"
Behind them Doug slammed the till draw shut.
"Simon" Brendan's voice was loud as he strode in "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to meet me at the club?" Walker turned, languid against the counter top slowly allowing his eyes to travel over Brendan's body. That black eye really had to hurt and the skin across his throat was red. Brendan's own shirt was open wide at the neck. Walker could see the nail scratch marks at his collar bone, feel the firm flesh beneath his fingers. Brendan's silver cross necklace rested on his chest, Walker tasted the tang of metal on his tongue.
"Just getting you a coffee boss"
"Thank you but there really is no need" Brendan's eyes drooped as he held Walkers gaze for a beat before moving next to him at the counter. Walker was aware Brendan was stood far closer to him than was necessary. He enjoyed the feeling of the heat from his body.
"Good morning Steven, Douglas, and how are you on this beautiful day?" Ste placed the coffees on the counter top. Walker saw him register the closeness of their bodies. He smiled inside.
Brendan reached for the coffee and Walker saw Ste's eyes widen. Widen at the sight of the red raw burn around Brendan's wrist. Walker felt the rope between his fingers, tasted Brendan's skin. He felt himself start to harden. Jesus, Carter and Hay was no place to get a hard on. Yep, just the thought of where he was, of Ste and Doug smiling at each other over some limp salad had killed it off. Ste tore his eyes away and up to Brendan's face, taking in his black eye, his swollen lip.
"What happened to your face?" Ste looked from Brendan to Walker "'Ave you two been fighting?"
"Something like that Steven"
"You know how it is" Walker shot a look at Doug "Or perhaps not" He laughed.
"Simon" Brendan's tone told him not to continue.
Realisation started to dawn across Ste's face.
Walker dropped the money for the coffee on the counter top, it clattered in the silence.
The heat of Brendan's fingertips was warm on his lower back as he guided him out of the Deli. It paled in comparison to the heat of Ste's eyes boring into the back of his head.
"What's his problem?"
"This" Brendan stopped abruptly and used his body to push Walker hard against the Deli window. Walker felt the cold glass bounce against his back a stark contrast to Brendan's warm body. Brendan slammed his left hand hard against the window millimetres from Walkers face and Walker hoped his flinch hadn't show. Then Brendan's lips were on his, kissing him hard, his tongue in his mouth, his breath deep. Brendan's hips pushed against him, Brendan's cock growing hard between them. Walker pondered how inappropriate it would be to throw his coffee aside and fuck Brendan right here against the Deli window. Best not it was the school run after all. His own cock twitched. He kissed back hard.
Brendan pulled back and Walker gasped for breath. Brendan and Ste looked at each other through the window. A bad feeling flitted through Walkers gut. Brendan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and pointed to where his fingers had been on the glass.
"You got a smudge on the window there Steven" Brendan smiled then caught Walkers eye before turning on his heal and heading towards the club. "Come on" He called back over his shoulder "I have some very important business for you to attend to in my office"
Walker smiled and took a sip of coffee enjoying the sensation as it burnt down his throat, hot fingers into his chest. A mother with a little kid shook her head in his direction. Fuck you. He eyeballed her until she turned away.
Actually fuck you he thought hopefully in Brendan's direction and followed him into the club.