Hi, guys! This is an one-shot collection without a precise order nor a connection to each other, except for the fact that they're pretty depressing. I want to warn you guys that the death of a main character is possible, where it's needed I'll put a warning before the scene that should not be nominated.
Enjoy...
... or try to, at least.
Autor: Scar
Beta-reader/editor: Hannival Kinney
genre: dark, romance, erotic
warning: hard M, dark content. Please don't kill me.
summary: set in a vague moment of a possible future ending. Brendan is on the run e wants Steven to follow him for a fresh start somewhere.
No.1
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It had been twenty-two days, almost twenty-three, since he last saw him or received some news: a call, a text, even a fuck off would be welcome, at this point. Nothing.
He didn't know where he was, what he was doing, who he was doing it with, if he was thinking of him even a little bit in that moment. Actually, he didn't even know if he was still alive.
Ste instantly drove the terrible mental image away, hiding himself under the covers and closing his eyes, desperately trying to fall asleep for a few hours at least.
The gloomy silence in the house didn't help out at all.
Since Amy had taken the children away with her, he had been sleeping badly at night, more than usual. And now that Brendan had abandoned him, the passing of the day was heavy and endless.
Again, Ste drove this new thought out of his head: Brendan had not abandoned him. He had simply left the village as a precautionary measure due to an unidentified bloke that threatened him with an undefined danger.
A sudden noise make him jump off the bed. Someone was trying to get in. A thief, maybe, or even worse, a murderer. You couldn't spend the most of your time with Brendan Brady and not get used to thinking the worst.
The intruder spent several minutes fumbling with the lock, and then the door finally opened. Ste carefully lowered his arm down, his hand firmly around his baseball bat, but the intruder was quick enough to avoid his stroke, and then managed to turn on the lights.
"Steven!"
Ste felt the roar of his heart under his palate.
It was him. It was Brendan. He had come back to him.
"Brendan ... ya ... your moustache. "
He felt like an idiot afterwards. Twenty-two days, almost twenty-three, during which he had imagined the most gruesome tragedies, and that was the first thing he had noticed.
The man stroked his lips where the skin was completely shaved around.
Ste approached him and imitated his gesture. Finally, after the first moments of surprise, he smiled.
"You don't even look like... you."
Brendan encircled Ste's waist, pressing their bodies together.
"That's the whole point" he said. "I had to do it. I'd be too recognizable otherwise, wouldn't I? "
Ste nodded, although he hadn't clearly figured yet out who or what Brendan was hiding from.
"Can you tell me everything, now?"
Brendan shook his head. "There's not much to say. There is someone who's coming after me "
"Who?"
Brendan shrugged.
"It could be anyone. The list is pretty long. "
"Walker?"
"Probably. That's why I had to leave. I don't want you and Cheryl to be in danger."
"Cheryl has left ... with that Nate bloke."
Brendan nodded. "She sent me a message a week ago. He's good for her, isn't he?"
"Why are you here then?"
Brendan put his hands around Ste's neck and brought his own lips to his.
"I'll make ye a drawing later," he whispered, kissing him briefly. "I was going crazy ..." - this time the kiss was longer "... the thought that something could happen to you "- his lips came down along Ste's neck and then end up back on the lips. "... and I wasn't here to protect you. "
Brendan opened his lips and began to taste him, but Ste's eyes turned on in an instant. It was completely natural for Brendan to put his fingers through Ste's hair and stick his tongue into his mouth.
Brendan tasted like whiskey with a sweet aftertaste. Ste barely had time to recognize it, without dwelling on the strange sensation of not feeling the characteristic tickle on his lips, as Brendan grabbed the corner of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He did the same with his boxers.
In a few seconds Ste found himself completely naked in the middle of the flat, while Brendan's hands touched his body frantically.
"Let's go to bed" Ste gasped, well knowing that getting there would have been impossible.
"Yeah... sure, "said Brendan, pushing him into the right direction, he guessed. In the meantime, he took off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere in the kitchen and stumbling in his jeans after Ste had unbuttoned them for him and slid them down his legs. Once in the living room they were both naked. Brendan took the pillows from the sofa and threw them on the floor, then he made Steven lay down and groan in anticipation.
Brendan sat astride on his legs, looking at him with adoration as he was rubbing their erections against each other. "You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in the past three weeks."
"Wasn't there a mirror where you stayed?" said Ste, seriously.
Brendan snorted a small laugh before kissing his lips, then his neck, and then further down to his navel. Once he got there he briefly watched Ste's hard-on like he wanted to size up the consistency, or simply the best way to take it totally down his throat without the risk of choking. Eventually he took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the wonderful piece of flesh without leaving an inch out.
Ste barely kept from screaming in surprise, then he had to struggle against both the desire to watch Brendan's head going up and down on his pelvis and the possibility of coming in that moment and having the fastest orgasm he ever had. A couple of times he got really close, then at one point Brendan let out the cock from his mouth and started nibbling at his balls, gently, making him moan in frustration. Finally, taking him by surprise, Brendan turned him in an abrupt motion, opened his bum cheeks and dove in with his face.
Ste couldn't believe it. He was kneeling in the middle of his living room, his head pressed on a flowered pillow and his ass in the air with Brendan's tongue swirling an obscene way inside him, when a few minutes before he was terrified at the thought of never seeing him again.
He tried to move his arm and reach his erection that was throbbing painfully against the other pillow, but Brendan, knowing his intentions, slapped his buttocks.
"Don't you dare come!"
"But Brend-oooh!"
Ste bit his lip. He expected everything, except Brendan penetrating him so suddenly, without preparation, without adverting him, but most of all without a condom. It had never happened before and he had to drive out instantly the image with Brendan hitting hard against his ass, the thought of how he threw his head back, or his climax on the sight of his own cock slipping in and out of Ste's hole.
Brendan always used to fuck him wildly and desperately, as if each time were the last one, but there was something different this time, more intense, and Ste found himself unable to hold back the tears because of all the power of his feelings.
"Don't come yet," he heard Brendan croaking.
Ste tried to say yes, that he would do as he wanted, but he could not utter a sound nor make a little gesture with his head, as long as he was crushed on the floor, held down by a Brendan's strong hand while the other one was sank into the flesh of his leg. Feeling Brendan's cock twitching inside him and his sperm fill in a sudden spurt took his breath away.
"Brendan" he gasped desperately. "I can't take it anymore. I can't ... "
"Do it for me" Brendan whispered in his ear, while stroking his hair. "Don't come yet."
Ste thought that wasn't fair. Brendan had had his orgasm while he couldn't do anything while he was so close to reach his own climax. He could have had a heart attack from the way the blood was flowing like crazy in his veins.
Again Ste bit his lip and again was surprised that Brendan sank again his face between his bum cheeks, his tongue in his hole, licking his own cum. Ste tightened his fists with the desperate desire to punch the floor. It was too much. Too much.
Brendan rolled him over again without a warning, almost as if he had become a doll or a puppet he had cut the wires to. He saw Brendan licking his own lips and then close his that gasping searching for more air than he was allowed.
When Brendan took his cock in his mouth again, pushing two fingers up his ass, Ste even forgot how to breathe.
Ste realized that he was finally getting there, regardless that he would have been heard from here to heaven, roared strongly his too long withheld pleasure, arching into Brendan's mouth. When he thought it was over and everything calmed down, Brendan spat out the cum mixed with the one still coming out of his ass, then pushed his legs up and penetrated him again with his cock, coming inside him again while his orgasm had a last amazing frisson. Finally he collapsed exhausted on the floor with Brendan beside him.
After a few seconds Ste began to giggle.
"To think that before you showed up I was looking for a way to get through the night."
Brendan chuckled in return, then stood up and held out his hand to him.
"I'm a mess," said Ste, noting what rivers of sperm had become in contact with his skin, but first of all with his leg hair.
Brendan kissed him softly. "Leave it. I want you to smell of me, like I do. "
Ste had always known that Brendan loved marking his territory, but he couldn't imagine he loved such animals – and at the same time romantic – methods.
"We need a few hours of sleep before going."
Ste dreaded to ask him what he meant, but when they were in bed, his head resting on Brendan's shoulder, he had no time to satisfy his curiosity because he fell asleep within seconds.
When he opened his eyes it wasn't morning yet, and Brendan was at the foot of the bed, fully dressed.
"You're leaving?"
Brendan nodded. "But this time you're coming with me."
Ste opened his mouth in surprise. "And the deli?"
"Forget it. I have enough money ... "
"But-"
Brendan silenced his hint of protest. "We'll start again somewhere. You and me together. Do we need anything else? "
Ste beamed. "No, we don't. I'll be ready in a minute. "
Brendan returned the bright smile with an identical one, all teeth. "Good boy. My good boyfriend. "
Brendan looked quickly around. "I put all your stuff in here," he began, pointing out two bags in his hand. "I'll wait for you in the car. You have five minutes to get dressed. '
"I'll be ready in two," said Ste, as he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
"Ohi ... Steven!" Ste turned near the door. "I love you."
Ste felt tears in his eyes, overwhelmed by too many emotions in the past four-five hours.
"I love you more."
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If you like happy endings this shot ends here, if you like tragedy then keep reading
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major character death
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Ste was ready in less than three minutes, taking a quick shower and arranging his hair the best way he could. He grabbed his phone and a recent photo of him, Amy and the kids. Finally, he left the house behind his back. Brendan's car was parked nearby with the lights on and the engine running.
Ste opened the door jumping on the passenger seat and shivering in the air of dawn. Brendan was lying on the steering wheel.
"Drowsy, ain't ya?"
He placed a kiss on his shoulder and started to wake him up. But his sleep was deep.
"Brendan it's almost dawn. Wake up!"
Ste stroke Brendan's head and his hand got wet with a warm liquid. He jumped.
The sunlight started seeping through the clouds and in the cockpit. Ste saw his hands covered with blood and Brendan was dripping blood from his nape.
"God" he sighed. "Brendan. BRENDAN!"
Ste gripped his phone and dialed the emergency number. He was sweating and shaking. But he was gonna be brave. Brendan needed him and his strength this moment.
Ste let Brendan's head recline on his shoulder, stroking his face and whispering words of encouragement.
Brendan had his eyes open, but he was unconscious. A little rivulet of blood was pouring out of his mouth, his inert mouth, no moustache on. He seemed so young that way. So young and weak.
Ste nestled him, praying silently that the assistance came as soon as possible.
"Don't be afraid. I'm with you".
Ste started crying. The force he'd been trying to hold till that moment started dropping. He felt the heat leaving Brendan's body; he felt hope abandoning him; he could still get a whiff of each other's smell on them. He could feel everything. Everything. Except Brendan's heart beating in his chest.