A/N: This is rubbish, edited a fair few times. Sorry if there's loads of mistakes.

"Am I gonna see you tomorrow?" Ste asks, stroking along the fine hairs on Brendan's chest as they cool their heated bodies.

"Hmm, not sure, Stephen" Brendan looks down at Ste. "Sick of seeing the sight of ye." He teases.

"Yeah?" Ste asks. "Well get dressed and bugger off then."

"Are ye just using me for my body?" Brendan laughs, "ye don't half know how to hurt someone's feelings."

Ste leans his head back to look at him properly, a smile playing on his lips. "If it was sex I wanted, I wouldn't keep coming to you for it." He sticks his tongue out.

Brendan clutches his chest pretending to be hurt by Ste's words. "Stephen, are you implying that I'm shiote in bed?"

"Obviously, yeah," Ste laughs.

"Well I only use ye for ye cooking anyway. Thank God he gave ye at least one skill in life." He laughs.

"Here! I'm good in bed, me."

"Really?" Brendan asks. "I hadn't noticed."

"The way you scream my name during sex would suggest otherwise." Ste winks at him, now turning on to his front so he can rest on his elbows.

"Just trying to make ye feel good about yeself, Stephen." Brendan pauses, "or ye could just prove me wrong."

-/-

For the rest of the day they stay in bed until they have to move their ass' and get to the club.

When they get to Chez Chez it's pretty empty so Cheryl calls them in to the office.

"How are my two favourite men doing?" She asks with her a knowing smile on her face.

"Good," they both say. "What's this about?" Brendan asks.

"The club is up for an award!" Cheryl squeals in excitement.

"Oh, that's brilliant." Ste shares the enthusiasm.

"And ye think we'll have a chance of winning, do ye?" Brendan asks, looking between them. "We've got a reputation, and not a very good one."

"Oh, Brendan, do ya have to?" Cheryl tots. "I think we have a great chance, there's only three clubs up in the category. What's stopping us?"

Me, Brendan thinks. Everyone knows about his stint in jail, they all know about Silas. HollyOaks, the club nor Brendan has a good rep.

"Fine, whatever ye think." Brendan holds his hands up.

-/-

The next day Ste receives a text.

'Be ready in half 'n hour. We're off somewhere, BB.'

Ste is instantly excited; going anywhere with Brendan fills him with wonder and curiosity. It's not often they go places together.

He gets ready, and leaves his flat to wait for Brendan.

When Brendan pulls up, Ste jumps in to the car straight away, a smile on his face, "so where are we going?" He asks putting on his seat belt.

"Hello to ye too," Brendan looks at him amused. "Nowhere excited, don't wet yeself lad."

"Sorry," Ste laughs. "Ya know I get like this when we go somewhere though. Ya know…together?"

Brendan just nods. "We are off in to town."

"Oh," Ste says. "I don't have much money on me."

"No need, it's on me."

-/-

"We should really just go in Primark." Ste says trying to get Brendan to follow.

"Ye think I'm really going to buy ye something from there?"

"Brendan!" Ste whines, in the middle of town. "Have ya seen what I'm wearing? They will think I'm gonna nick something!"

Trainers, track suit bottoms and his blue and white striped polo top. But Brendan just laughed, "oh, don't be such a girl. I know the owner, he won't say a word. Now come on."

A hand tailored shop – for suits especially – was where Ste and Brendan now stood. Ste looked around the small store at the smartly hung suit jackets and waist coats. He still wasn't sure why Brendan had brought him here, he'd kept tight lipped.

Brendan brought over what must have been the manager; the man Brendan already knew. "Hey." The man welcomed Ste with a handshake and smile.

"Hi," Ste retuned. Still look around wide-eyed at all the suits.

"Stephen," Brendan says, trying to get Ste's attention. "This is Paul, he's going to fit ye a suit, ye in safe hands."

"Right, sure." Ste follows 'Paul.'

-/-

Ste returns a while after, he looks grown up. A nice grey suit, tie and waist cost to go with it. And real leather shoes.

Ste looks in one of the mirrors available and shakes his head, amazed at how different he looks. "Bren, I can't let you-"

"Yeah ye can. How does it feel on ye?" Brendan asks, getting up to have a closer look. "Ye certainly look good."

Ste smiles, "its ace! But it's too expensive." He whispers.

"Never, if ye want it, it's yours."

"I won't be able to repay ya though," Ste sighs. "We can get one somewhere cheaper."

"Paul," Brendan calls him. "Ye done good mate, this is the one for, Stephen."

-/-

"I can't believe ya spent over £300 on just a suit!" Ste grins at Brendan has they make their way back home.

"It was for ye, ye deserved a treat."

After a comfortable silence, Ste speaks again. "How do ya know Paul?"

Brendan looks at him quickly, raising his eyebrow, "ye jealous, Stephen?"

Ste scoffs. "No, course not, just wondered."

Brendan laughs, "We go back years. We were mates."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." Brendan says. "Not every bloke I know is an old fuck ye know. I know I'm irresistible, but one he's straight and two, cut me with a bit more credit. He's hardly a looker, is he?"

Ste laughs. "Nah, I guess not. Sorry."

"Right," Brendan pulls up outside Ste's. "Make sure ye ready for 7:00pm, I'll pick ye up. And don't spill anything on ye suit, ye clumsy shiote."

"Err, where we off?" Ste asks, confused.

"Well I didn't buy ye suit for nothing, did I? We've got to show ye off a bit."

"I know, but-"

"Stephen, for God's sake, just be ready will ye?"

Brendan leans over and gives Ste a kiss; he nips at greedy lips with his teeth and sooths over them with his tongue. With a final groan and pull of hair Brendan pulls away reluctantly.

"See ye later," he says heavily.

-/-

6:45pm and Ste is all suited and booted. He may have gone over the top with aftershave and hair gel, but he feels great, and he's going to be 'shown off' by Brendan.

Brendan arrives bang on 7:00pm. Cheryl and Gilly sit in the back of the car.

"Oh, you look gorgeous, love!" Says Cheryl patting his shoulder has he gets in the car.

"Thank you, so do you." Ste blushes.

"Doesn't he look gorgeous, Brendan?" Cheryl says again.

Brendan takes a little look. "Aye, not bad I suppose." He says, trying not to look too blown away by the man by his side.

"So where are we going?" Ste finally asks.

"Didn't Brendan tell you? It's the awards tonight, you know for the club?"

"Oh," Ste says. "I didn't know." Ste looks at Brendan. "Ya could have said."

"Well I wanted it to be a surprise. Seems Cheryl's gob has got the better of her again," he's slightly annoyed that it couldn't have waited.

"Oops," Cheryl pretends to zip her mouth shut.

"So is everyone from the club going, then?" Ste asks.

"No just us four." Brendan says.

"Why Gilly?" Ste whispers to Brendan.

But Gilly hears him, "because I'm Cheryl's plus 1 mate."

Then Cheryl pipes. "And ya will never guess who Brendan has as his plus 1?" She grins, "You!"

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read and review, means a lot. : )