Ste tugged at his tie and stared at himself in the mirror for the hundreth time.. He was nervous, why wouldn't he be? It was the day. The day he'd been waiting for, his wedding day. His and Doug's. Ste couldn't wait! There was a quiet knock at the door, so quiet Ste wondered if he had imagined it. Ste opened it, hoping to be Cheryl or Amy. He had made a complete mess of the tie. The strong irish accent hit him instantly.
"Stephen. Looking sharp." Brendan was stood there, staring at him with hunger and lust in his eyes.
Ste rolled his eyes and groaned a little too loud as hurt flashed through Brendan's eyes.
"What do you want Brendan. I'm busy if you hadn't noticed."
"Ye tie's a mess." Brendan chuckled, ignoring Ste's question. He stepped further into the flat and closing the door behind him.
Ste didn't like this, he didn't want Brendan here. He COULDN'T have Brendan here. Not like this, this close, alone.
"Leave me alone Brendan. I have a wedding to prepare for."
Brendan looked down and sniffed. "Ah yes. Douglas." He then looked up and met Ste's eyes. A look of... hurt? Sorrow? Ste couldn't make it out but he found himself falling deep into them. He snapped out of it and cleared his throat.
"Erm, you need to go. Please." Ste turned his back to Brendan to look in the mirror and tried to sort his tie out with no luck. Brendan noticed this and walked towards him slowly.
"'Ere, lemme." He stood infront of Ste, so close they could feel each others breath on their skin. As Brendan got to work on the tie, Ste looked over Brendan. His body, as gorgeous as ever, his chest half showing and his crucifix hanging loosely round his neck. Up to his mouth, the mouth he missed and longed so much, and the most annoying moustache ever. Yet he couldn't imagine Brendan without it, and those eyes, big and blue. God, he missed him so much. He didn't know how long he had been lost in these thoughts but when he finally came back to Earth, he saw Brendan staring at him intently, boring into his eyes...his soul. He found himself leaning in, he knew he'd regret it but right now he didn't care. He wanted to feel though lips, at least just once more.
Brendan knew Ste didn't want this but he couldn't help him. He looked so gorgeous in that suit, it broke him, knowing what it was for. His wedding, with Douglas! He just wanted to feel though plump, pouty lips, at least just once more. As their lips finally met, they forgot everything. Their mouths colliding, tongue's crashing together. After what seemed like forever, they pulled away gasping for breath. Brendan pulled their foreheads together, not wanting this moment to end.
"Stephen" He whispered, breathing heavily.
"I love you!" Ste blurted out. He thought he'd regret it but he didn't. He loved Brendan but he loved Doug too. "I love you." He repeated slower.
"Oh Stephen. I love ye too, but ye have Douglas now. Ye deserve each other. I'm not good for you. I destroy lives." He felt his heart shatter all over again.
"Don't say that. I love Doug, I do. But I can't live without you in my life. I don't want to live without you in my life!" He was desperate. He didn't want to let him go but he knew somehow, deep down. It was for the best.
"Then pick." Ste looked confused so Brendan continued. "Me...or Doug. Who's it gonna be?"