Title: Whip In My Valise (and other stories)

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Hollyoaks, or the lyrics mentioned.

Author: BipolarMolar

This fic will be six chapters probably, I just wanted to take the opportunity to write a few short, slashy one-shots for different parings, a pairing a chapter. The final chapter will be Stendan, hope I can do it well!

This chapter is Brendan Brady/ Eoghan Nolan( give it a chance, Alan Turkington is fiiiine and Eoghan is awesome- a smart, sexy Irish dude and man enough to stand up to Brendan Brady. For people who don't know, Eoghan( pronounced Owen) Nolan is Lynsey Nolan's brother, he came to Hollyoaks for her funeral. It became clear that he and Cheryl had slept together and were quite close, but what she didn't know is that he had held a flame for Brendan when they were young, and tried to kiss him but Brendan had rejected him. In the episode of the funeral, after arguing, Brendan and Eoghan kissed and made out on the sofa, and then Cheryl and Ste walked in and saw. Later we saw Brendan waking up in his bed and Eoghan standing around in his boxers, so… they had sex. This chapter is exploring that.

I was thinking about the song Whip In My Valise and the lyrics seemed to fit this- when Eoghan Nolan said to Brendan how they had been young (sixteen) and Brendan had bullied Eoghan, and made him hate himself. Enjoy and please review to let me know if you liked it! Future pairings could include- Stug, Bralker (because you have to write what you love) and maybe even Stendan- if I think I can do it justice! I'm pretty sure this is the first ever Brendan/ Eoghan slash piece, but I could be wrong. Please please let me know what you think!

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"When I met you, you were just sixteen

Pulling the wings off flies

When an old lady got hit by a truck

I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes

Your sadistic suits my masochistic

There's a whip in my valise

Oh yeah

Who taught you torture

Who taught you?

Whip In My Valise, Adam And The Ants.

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When Brendan had told Eoghan he could take "one shot" to hit the man, finally hurt the man, the bully, his cowardly tormentor, his hands had curled into fists, preparing. For. Attack.

But he couldn't, he just couldn't because staring into those sultry blue eyes, heavy-lidded and thickly-lashed, they drew him in as they had all those years ago, before hate and fear had got in the way, before they'd grown into men. It was too easy to dart forward, pulling Brendan close for a kiss. His heart had skipped a beat when Brendan had responded eagerly, looping his arms around Eoghan's back and waist, holding on tightly.

Eoghan knew it had to be the grief, seeing his beautiful sister Lynsey's final departure that had made him crave this, hot desperate contact with lips/skin/teeth/tongue…

But that didn't explain why it felt so good, so right that it was Brendan, Brendan Brady who was now throwing him down onto the sofa, leaving Eoghan to stare hungrily up at him as Brendan threw off his suit jacket in one decisive move.

Brendan climbed onto the sofa with surprising grace, his long legs bent awkwardly so as not to put his full weight on the other man. Looming over Eoghan, his lips found his, forcefully mashing his mouth against Eoghan's until the flesh was swollen and red.

I can't believe this is happening, Eoghan thought dreamily as his lips battled under Brendan's ( a losing battle), trying to keep grounded, trying not to lose his head under the merciless onslaught of Brendan's bruising lips, his thrusting tongue. He'd prided himself on no longer being that troubled teen, haunted by Brendan's mesmerising gaze and heavy hand. It had taken years to become the man that Eoghan was today, no longer ashamed, or afraid, so it wasn't a case of bowing down to Brendan, spreading his legs wide for him. Eoghan knew he couldn't completely to Brendan; he had to give as good as he got or risk losing face to him. So as his lips were massaged by Brendan's, stubble harshly scaring against his jaw and cheekbones, he gave it his all, his enthusiasm, years of lust and longing, loathing and self-loathing guiing his frantic lips, until Brendan was gasping for breath and tearing at Eoghan's shirt. Brendan's patience had deserted him, strong hands forcing the buttons open and parting the sides of his crisp white shirt eagerly to reveal his chest.

Eoghan could only suck in breaths as Brendan kissed his way up his chest, apparently liking his lips too much to want to stray from them. Eoghan was lost in the kiss so when a loud bang echoed through the room, he didn't immediately react to ti, still consumed by Brendan's kisses. But Brendan, still perched awkwardly over him, tore his mouth from Eoghan's, staring in horror at the door. Eoghan followed his gaze, feeling an icy dread as Cheryl's shocked face branded itself in his mind. She'd clearly just come in with –what was his name- Ste? - and seen him…with Brendan. The look of betrayal on Cheryl's face was heart-breaking, the look of sadness mingled with longing on Ste's face annoying, but Eoghan couldn't ignore the way his erection throbbed in his trousers, or the way his chest was heaving with hasty breaths, aroused but embarrassed. As it was, Cheryl and Ste didn't stay long, the quickly left, leaving Eoghan and Brendan-

Alone.

A silence had settled on the two men, both had been caught in flagrante delicto by old flames- at the same time! It was the sort of thing that would happen on a soap opera, Eoghan thought miserably, not in real life. His gaze was fixed on the sofa, unable to meet Brendan's eyes, but when he regained the courage to look up; Brendan's eyes were still dark with lust although now there was sorrow in them too. He let Brendan claim his mouth again

Their movements were hurried and desperate now, fumbling and groping gracelessly- both staggered up the stairs to Brendan's bedroom, still mindlessly clutching hold of each other and Brendan slammed the door shut behind them, throwing Eoghan down onto the bed with a force that held anger. All Eoghan knew as his back hit the mattress was that he and Brendan were wearing too many clothes. And that had to change. Now. He tossed his shirt away and began working on his trousers, as Brendan did the same, the dark-haired man panting. So focused was he on undressing, that Eoghan didn't even notice Brendan was now naked until he himself was fully unclothed too. Eoghan looked up and his eyes widened. He'd never thought he'd see Brendan naked.

He was gorgeous.

The body he'd desired, dreamt about was now bare, revealed for his perusal, for his pleasure. His eyes travelled greedily over the harsh tattoos and thick dark chest hair, down to his cock, flushed red with arousal and hard. For him. He licked his lips in anticipation, already desperate for it, for Brendan to claim him.

Brendan was under no such romantic allusions, his impatience was visible in the vein throbbing in his temple, the tightness of his jaw and the hard breaths he was sucking in, as he clambered onto the bed, staring hungrily down, the heat of his gaze making Eoghan flush.

Eoghan was down to his boxers now, but looking up into innate masculinity and the untamed beauty that was Brendan Brady, he couldn't help but feel inadequate. Brendan wasn't taking no for an answer though; with a sound of satisfaction, he pawed at Eoghan's boxer shorts, pulling them down his body and throwing them carelessly away. Now that Eoghan was naked for him, his heart was racing, he still could hardly dare to believe that this was happening. Despite the depth of his desire, he still felt the itching shame that Brendan had unleashed on him all those years ago, through his initial rejection. Part of him wanted to languidly lie; legs spread wide, welcoming Brendan to look and touch, to own him in any way, but he still couldn't quite forget the way Brendan had made him feel.

Brendan wasn't giving him the benefit of having second doubts, but all Eoghan knew was that no matter how much he may regret this later, right now he was being welcomed into Brendan's bed, and the death of Eoghan's sister was only evidence of how short life is.

With this thought in mind, he lay back, spreading his legs for Brendan, who was now holding a pot of Vaseline with a meaningful look. Brendan gave an odd grin as he dipped his fingers in the pot, on anybody else Eoghan would have almost called the expression bashful.

He closed his eyes, hearing Brendan's purr of satisfaction as cool fingers (cool by the Vaseline, Eoghan's mind supplied) drifted along his cock, evoking a quick exhale from Eoghan.

"Mmm, feels nice." Eoghan murmured, sinking further back into the pillows. He raised his legs so his feet were flat on the mattress, allowing Brendan better access with that lubricant. He didn't have long to wait, Brendan immediately began probing between his buttocks with a finger, sliding the digit up inside him.

"Didn't think you'd be so tight," Brendan muttered, although he sounded pleased. Eoghan didn't dignify that comment with a response, although a side of him (but not one that he as willing to acknowledge) inwardly preened that his childhood crush was enjoying his body. He ground his hips down no the finger as Brendan brushed over his prostate, ignoring Brendan's chuckle as he did so. There was something so shameful about this, so sinful but he had to be honest that having Ste and Cheryl catching them earlier had turned him on. Just a little.

Brendan was slowly loosening him up by flexing his finger inside him, then allowing it to slip out and moistening another finger with the viscous substance. It was no secret that Eoghan was bi, so regardless of how tight he was, he'd had sex with men before so didn't need any special treatment. But even with that in mind, it felt good to lie back there, as Brendan slowly fingered him, Brendan seeming uncharacteristically selfless as he gently massaged the tight muscles, each new twist or flex of his fingers making Eoghan moan and writhe in pleasure, arching his back in a feline fashion, seeking out Brendan's masterful fingers, wanting more, wanting it deeper.

Lovely as it was to feel Brendan's attention solely on him, to feel how careful Brendan could be, this was like giving vegan food to a lion, he needed more, he needed Brendan to fuck him now.

When Brendan pulled his finger out from Eoghan's hole, Eoghan hitched himself up higher on the bed by his elbows, trying not top stare as Brendan touched himself, smoothing Vaseline along his cock. The thought that soon, that thick, hard length would be inside him was enough to make Eoghan's toes curl in anticipation. His eyes met Brendan's and he knew the pleasure he'd felt moments before, when Brendan had been paying so much attention to his prostate, meant his eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal, pupils most likely dilated. Brendan's certainly were.

He gave Brendan a challenging look, and then tossed his head back against the pillows, exposing his throat. Brendan's growl, of arousal as he practically leapt upon Eoghan would have struck fear into some men's hearts, but not Eoghan's. He just smiled and braced himself for the ride.

When the man pounced on Eoghan, the air momentarily was knocked from his lungs, he gasped, clutching Brendan by the shoulders, holding on tight. He loved this, loved the feeling of a man, chest hair and stubble, sweat and tobacco, everything that felt so different from the soft femininity that he'd consoled himself with, agreeable women who could never hold a candle to the fiery Brendan Brady. Brendan wasted no more time, guiding his cock between the cheeks to push in, holding onto Eoghan with one hand.

Eoghan tried to relax, it had been too long since he'd had an encounter like this, but oh god, it felt so right! Brendan gave a little huff of relief when he was fully in, balls-deep, pressed flush against Eoghan. For some reason, that seemed to strike Brendan as funny; he softly laughed until Eoghan's glare set him straight. Brendan took a moment to get his bearings, then gave a quick stutter of his hips. Almost experimentally. Eoghan's needy whine motivated him though, Brendan withdrew a bit, to slam it back in. Both men gasped.

Eoghan giddily wondered, as Brendan pounded into him with a single-minded determination, whether it was like this for Brendan with other men. Did they scratch at Brendan's back and slide fingers through his chest hair, like Eoghan was doing now, or did they lie there and take it? Brendan seemed to have a fascination with his chest; several times he had to withdraw completely so that he could crane down, planting sloppy, toothy kisses on the flesh, licking clumsily at Eoghan's nipples.

Brendan finished before him, his mouth falling into an "O" and his hands tightening, thrusts becoming deep stabs that rocked Eoghan to his core. As Brendan groaned aloud, fucking Eoghan harder into the mattress until his cock was milked of the seed, it only took his hand to curl around Eoghan's dick before the other man was following, eyes closing in ecstasy as he arched up, incoherent moans spilling from his lips. His eyes were shut but he didn't open them as he felt Brendan pull out, already fatigue was washing over him and he let it, exhausted but sated. He was just aware of Brendan rolling over to lie beside him, and that's when he lost consciousness.