AN: Fluffy, random snapshots from the hypothetical future Stendan relationship we will probably never see. Hope you enjoy!
They lasted almost a whole month without arguing this time around. It was a new record.
"Brendan! I can't believe you sometimes!" Ste shouted, storming into the office of Chez Chez and slamming the door, ignoring Joel's screeching from across the bar with practised ease.
"Stephen, always a pleasure," Brendan smirked, his feet propped up on the desk. "What can I do for you on this… lovely afternoon? Shouldn't you be at work?"
Ste stopped in front of the desk, his arms crossed and his mouth stern. His uniform for the deli had been thrown on haphazardly and his usually perfectly coiffed hair lay flat on his head. "Just shut it, Brendan! You turned my alarm off again, didn't you?"
Brendan's face automatically transformed into an innocent, 'Who, me?' expression that wasn't fooling anyone. He opened his mouth to respond, but Ste cut him off with a glare before he could say anything. He rolled his eyes and swung his legs off the desk, standing up and walking over to where Ste was standing.
"No, just…" Ste fumbled, stepping backwards and pouting. "You can't keep doing this, Brendan. I need to work, me. You can't keep me away from the deli just because you're jealous!"
Brendan laughed, a maniacal glint in his eye. "Jealous? Me? Have you seen this?" He asked, gesturing to himself and turning slowly, emphasising the perfect cut of his suit trousers. Ste's eyes lingered on his arse and he was hard pressed to stop his mouth from turning up at the corners. He rearranged his features into a suitably stern expression when Brendan turned back to face him.
"Me and Doug have been broken up for ages! Why are you being like this again now?" Ste asked, huffing. Brendan sighed and leant back against the desk, looking at some point just over Ste's head.
"I didn't like the way he was looking at you yesterday." He glowered. "It looked like he was undressing you with his eyes, and he liked what he saw."
"Err, of course he liked what he saw. I've been working out, me." Ste said, flexing the muscles in him arm proudly, and internally grinning. He secretly loved it when Brendan got all possessive and jealous, even if it did mean that Doug would be in a strop with him for missing work again. It was worth it.
Sure enough, Brendan eyes darkened and he grabbed Ste to him, causing Ste to struggle half-heartedly before relenting. "Mine." Brendan breathed into Ste's ear, nuzzling at his neck and locking his arms around his waist.
Ste couldn't stop the smile from blossoming on his face as he wrapped his arms around Brendan's torso. He couldn't resist Brendan at all when he was like this, all possessive and playful. It was everything he had ever wanted, and he couldn't actually bring himself to believe that it was actually happening. They were in a real, honest-to-God relationship that people actually knew about and it hadn't blown up in their faces yet. It was amazing.
He rested his head on Brendan's shoulder and sighed contentedly. They stood like that for a beat, relishing in the togetherness that was still so thrilling and new, even after several months together; the moment peaceful and utterly perfect… until Brendan, obviously bored with the sentimental interlude and wanting to move onto something a lot more energetic, bit down hard on his neck. Ste jumped away, pouting and rubbing ineffectively at the sore spot.
Brendan began laughing wildly, his face open and carefree. Ste glared playfully and turned to leave the office, just about getting to the door before Brendan tugged him back by the arm. "You're just too irresistible for your own good, Stephen." He said, tapping him on the nose.
Ste grumbled for a bit before wrapping his arms around Brendan's neck, leaning up and kissing him passionately. Brendan smiled into the kiss imagining poor Douglas, all alone at the deli, pining away for the boy he had pushed up against the door; the one with the enormous, unmissable love bite on his neck, the one whose shirt he was tearing at impatiently. The one who was unmistakeably, irretrievably his.
He always gets his own way.
Outside the office, the way-too-familiar bangs begin to emerge from the office as Joel scurries down the stairs, knowing full well what is about to happen, and just what disgusting, soul-destroying sounds he will hear if he stays.
This, he thinks to himself, shuddering, is why I really cannot stand Ste Hay.