"You came back for me" There was a croak in Walkers voice, raw, like the fresh red rope burn around his throat where they had tied him. The left side of his face was a dark bruise, swelling and deepening as Brendan looked at it. Brendan reached out his hand stopping millimetres away from touching the deep colour. They were back at the flat, Brendan had eventually had to give Joel a handful of Cheryl's sleeping tablets and he was now sedated upstairs, having cried like the kid he was, his t-shirt covered in blood, tears and snot. Walker sat on the sofa wearing only a pair of dark damp jeans, damp with sweat and well Brendan no longer wanted to think what else. Brendan turned his hand and gently rested the back of his fingers on Walkers cheek pushing against the bruise, feeling Walkers jaw tense against the pain.

"Why?" Walker questioned again through gritted teeth. Brendan withdrew his hand sharply and looked away, busying himself with the medical kit that lay open on the sofa next to Walker "Why did you come back for me?"

"Why not?" Brendan shrugged, dismissing him. In truth he wasn't sure why. Why had he gone back for Walker? Since when did this man even factor on the list of people Brendan gave a shit about? Never mind enough of a shit to risk his own safety. Walker's eyes dropped from him and looked at the carpet, his matted brown hair falling across his face. Brendan looked down at him, across his broad shoulders and down his grazed left arm to where his hand rested on his knee. Walker looked up, his eyes were bloodshot, his head made a movement that could have been a shake.

"Whatever" He sat back on the sofa "Thanks" He stared at a spot across the room somewhere until Brendan moved in front of him, demanding his attention. He stood one leg either side of Walkers left knee. He dipped a flannel into warm antiseptic water and pressed it onto the cut above Walkers right eyebrow. Since when had he become Florence bloody Nightingale? Walkers face grimaced and he drew in a sharp breath as the antiseptic burnt, so it appeared the job did have its perks. A drop of bloody water ran down the side of Walkers face and dripped onto his pale naked body. Brendan watched it run. Using the other side of the damp cloth Brendan stopped the drip just above Walkers belt, and slowly wiped it away, aware of the warm sensation growing and spreading from his stomach as he ran the warm fabric up Walkers naked chest, feeling himself getting aroused.

"Brendan, I..." Walker began, sitting forward

"Shhhh" Brendan pressed a finger onto Walkers lips, pausing to lightly touch the swelling on his upper lip. There was no way he wanted to talk right now, there were too many things he didn't want to hear said. Walker's lips were warm and wet beneath his finger and he could feel the rhythm of a heart beat. He felt Walkers lips move as if to speak again "Shhhhh" He repeated "I can think of better things to do than talk" His face flashed and awkward smile as he lent in to Walker and placed his own lips to the other side of his finger before slowly pulling it away so their lips met. For a moment there was a pause where their lips lightly touched and Brendan drew breath, then he kissed Walker hard. He felt Walker wince and smiled. His mouth pressed into Walkers, his tongue foraging forward wanting to consume Walker, needing to be close to him and at the same time needing to regain the control he had somehow lost going back to the warehouse, to prove that it wasn't important, it didn't mean anything. Walker kissed him back just as hard, a confirmation? With his right hand around the back of Walkers neck he straddled him quickly using his free hand to push Walkers body roughly back into the cushions, pinning Walkers arms beneath his knees. He pushed his body hard against Walker feeling the buttons of his shirt digging into them both as he dominated the other man, pinning him completely beneath his body. He ran his mouth quickly along Walkers jaw line, his teeth scraping the skin, tasting a mixture of salt and earth. He licked down his neck and kissed him there nipping at the flesh. He bit hard at the skin and smiled as he felt the desired effect of Walkers growing erection beneath him. Walker let out a quiet breath but it was enough. Pulling himself back Brendan sniffed and looked down at Walker whose eyes opened as he felt Brendan move. Brendan smiled. Starting from the bottom Brendan slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Walker's eyes followed the movement of his hands and he could feel his skin tingle at the intensity of the stare. He could see Walkers breathing getting slightly quicker as Brendan exposed his dark chest hair, his eyes never leaving Walkers face. Brendan ran his hand slowly back down his chest, across his taught stomach tracing the dark hair to his belly button, following it lower. Slowly he slid his hand down the front of his trousers lifting onto his knees slightly, his fingers pushed down over his hardened cock, the leather of his belt cutting into his back as it pulled tight. Walkers hand moved beneath his shin and before he could stop it a small moan escaped his lips, he was flooded with the desire to feel Walkers hand tight around his cock, pulling, hard back and forth. He pulled back up his length and out, his fingers glistening with pre cum, his blood pumped loud in his ears. Had Walker breathed his name? Reaching out he put his fingers to Walkers mouth, without breaking his gaze Walker parted his lips and let Brendan slide his finger in, licking a figure of eight around the two digits before closing his lips and sucking hard. Brendan exhaled hard swallowing the image of Walkers lips around his member, sucking. He was starting to sweat. He could feel Walker was now rock hard beneath him. He lent back against Walker, rubbing the man's naked chest against his own as their mouths plunged into each other again. Both his hands dug into Walkers hair as he kissed him deep and hard.

What the fuck was he doing? Walker felt his mind try to pull back into focus. Brendan moved his hips slightly pushing against Walkers erection and Walker felt himself breathe a small moan into Brendan's mouth. Jesus. This was difficult. He needed answers. He needed to know what they had seen when they had come back, what they had heard? Why Brendan had come back? His whole body hurt but now the biggest ache he had seemed to be in his cock, what he wanted to do to Brendan. Not that that was likely to happen, it wasn't the way Brendan played. Funny enough when it was some poor lad at the club who didn't see it coming but not when it was him.

Brendan felt Walkers moan more than he heard it so he pushed down again working hard to control his own breathing. He felt the muscles in Walkers arms tighten as he fought not to bring his hands up to Brendan's body. Brendan was surprised by how much he suddenly wanted to feel Walker touch him. He moved his hips again, firmer, harder.

Jesus, Walker felt his hips buck involuntarily pushing himself into Brendan. He could feel his back starting to sweat against the couch, he knew he was breathing deeply, and he pushed harder into Brendan's mouth and he knew Brendan knew it too. He couldn't allow himself to get carried away though, it just couldn't happen like this, not tonight, not after all that had happened. He had been fucked by far too many people already today. The thoughts started to seep back in. The feeling of Sampson's fist in his stomach, the blackness of the room, the stench, the rope around his neck. Brendan's hands pulled at his hair. He could feel himself falling.

Brendan felt Walker gasp, not through arousal but in a way he recognised, he was struggling, Brendan could tell and didn't want to lose him to the dark places, not just yet. Maybe it was time to give a little, to be the generous one. Feeling Walkers arousal at the sight of him, at the thought of his touch gave Brendan back what he had needed. He ran both his hands down Walkers chest leaning hard against him.

Walker pushed back hard against Brendan's hands. He was too sore, too tired to be fucked by Brendan tonight however much the man turned him on. It had to stop now. The leering faces in the warehouse 'Brendan Brady's new fuck buddy'. Whatever. Brendan didn't even have the grace to answer his questions. He could go home and wank this one out, he was beholden enough to Brendan as it was.

"Fuck you Brendan" He manager to breath, pushing Brendan off him and rising from the couch in one move. If he was surprised by Walkers sudden change of heart Brendan didn't show it. He stood there, unfazed, his face flushed, his chest rising with deep breaths. Walker turned to leave

"Yes please" Brendan's lip curled in a daring smile. Walker paused. Shit. Now that changed everything.

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