Stevens POV
"For god sake just leave me alone right, I've told you enough times, it's over. Well it never really started did it?.. What no a one night stand is not a relationship Doug, oh look just fuck off yeah"
Ste slammed the phone down and stormed into the bathroom, why did he have to sleep with his business partner, of all the stupid things he done in his life, this one was right up there. He didn't even enjoy it, he just wanted a quick shag and didn't think it through, he certainly hadn't wanted to top, but had no choice in the matter if he wanted sex. It was a mistake on so many levels and one he certainly did not want to repeat. He swore to himself there and then that he would not have anymore one night stands. He was better than that, he deserved more, he deserved a loving relationship.
Just as he was about to run himself a relaxing bath, his phone rang, he looked at the number and managed a slight smile "Hi Chez, what's up?"
"Hiya babes I was wondering if you could do me that favour you owe me? Our Brendan's twisted his ankle and he was half way through cleaning the windows, I'd finish them myself but I'm scared of ladders"
"Okay Chez, I owe you be I'll be over in a few minutes"
Ste sighed and went to change into some old clothes suitable for the job. He really could do without his but he owed Cheryl a favour. He'd only met Brendan once fleetingly and not to speak to, but if Cheryl needed him to clean her windows it's the least he could do.
He walked over to Cheryl's flat and banged the door twice."Thanks again babes, all the stuffs still outside, there are only two windows left to do, the front room and our Brendan's". Ste nodded and walked over to the ladder. He decided to do the downstairs window first and squirted some cleaning solution on to the window and rubbed it in. He then got a clean cloth and worked it into the window, ensuring he left no smears, it was hard work and he soon got a sweaty brow. He stood back to admire his work and was satisfied so slowly climbed the ladder to the top window. Truth be told he didn't like ladders and heights much himself.
He leant down to get the bucket he'd hung on the side of the ladder and automatically squirted the window and put the solution back on the side of the ladder, when he turned to the window he stilled in shock. There naked on his bed was Brendan, Ste drank in the sight before him, he saw the ribbed muscles, the thin waist, the mass of chest hair, the cross around the neck. However what really interested Ste was the nine inch long cock that Brendan had in his hands, wanking himself.
Ste knew he should look away but he couldn't, he licked his lips and closed his eyes, he imagined himself sucking those nine inches and working Brendan into a frenzy, he imagined licking the tip of the cock, before swallowing him hole and sucking the seed out of him. He shivered at this dream and slowly opened his eyes. Brendan was still on the bed wanking himself, but his eyes were open and locked on to Ste with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ste knew he should get out of there and leave Brendan to finish what he had started, but he couldn't move. He just kept eye contact with Brendan and licked his lips involuntary. Brendan was moving his hand faster and faster all the time watching Ste. Ste in turn felt his own crotch, god he was hard, he bit his bottom lip and this seemed to tip Brendan over the edge as he came hard and fast. Ste bit his lip again at the thought of licking all the come off Brendan and then kissing him to give him a taste of himself.
Brendan slowly lent forward towards the window and Ste watched the muscles ripple with the movement. As Brendan reached for a tissue, he again met Ste's eye and winked. Something possessed Ste at that moment, so for some reason not known to Ste he blew Brendan a kiss and finished cleaning his window.
He climbed down the ladder and shouted to Cheryl that he had finished and put everything away. "Oh thanks love let me pay you" "Nah it's alright Chez, I enjoyed it". Cheryl looked at him and frowned he was a strange one sometimes.
Ste rushed home to sort out the aching hard one he still had and to dream if Brendan Brady.
