Chapter 4

Brendan walked around the room with apparent disinterest; however, that was anything but the case. He was edgy, primed for action - of all kinds. Without touching anything, he investigated the small room, attempting to determine if any surveillance equipment was running inside. He would have been surprised to find any. The owner of this club, and young Steven's employer, didn't seem to be some sick freak. For the most part, he just seemed like an intuitive businessman. He would be blind not to see the value he had in his hot little bartender. That he used that to his own advantage might be viewed as perverted to some, but to him, it was just good business. He was looking forward to his part in the exchange; in fact, much more than he would have ever deemed possible.

What still perplexed him was Steven's connection to Danny Houston; in particular, his relationship with his daughter. The lad looked at home in this environment - most especially, he looked at ease with the fact that other men wanted him. That made Steven's relationship with the girl confusing. Was he genuinely into her, and men as well... or was something more devious going on? Brendan was determined to get his answers... it was his job to dig until he knew everything. What remained to be seen was what he did with the information. His interaction with Steven most likely would play very heavily into that decision.

Slowly, Brendan turned to look at the door that was opening and closing from behind him. His brow arched as he looked at the scowling blond that he had wanted in a single instant. Seeing him now, so clearly annoyed by this development, but driven to complete the task either by his boss' demand, or his own greed, the boy was here; Brendan knew he would enjoy every single moment of it. "I knew ye couldn't resist me, Steven..." Brendan purred insinuatingly.

Ste snorted. "Damn, you're thick. Do you really think I would be doing this if not for the money?"

Brendan shrugged. "Doesn't really matter, Steven." His eyes became smoky as he slid them over the jean-clad boy, his eyes enjoying everything he could clearly see. "All that matters is me getting what I want. Obviously, I have done that."

"Just so we're clear - I'm here to do a job. It ends after the dance. You haven't bought me."

Laughing, Brendan lowered his larger frame onto the middle of the plush sofa. He had briefly eyed the furnishings when stepping into the room. The hard back chair would have worked as well, but, he decided comfort would be preferable. It was his hope that this would be a long, not to mention, extremely memorable encounter. He was relatively certain that it would be. "Well, it does appear that I have bought you, Steven; at least, for your dancing skills." His eyes drilled into the beautiful eyes that visually shot daggers at him. "I'd suggest you start your music, or whatever you use to set the scene. Unless, you're just delaying in order to spend more time with me." Brendan smiled confidently. "I know I'm fit. I can imagine why you might do that-"

Ste's jaw dropped down in shock. Was this man for real? "You can't really be that delusional!" He looked him over more closely, quickly determining that the moustache bearing man really did think he was all of that and more. "Let's just get on with this. I'd like to go home sometime tonight."

Brendan didn't have a problem with that; however, if things went his way... and more often than not - they did, this night wouldn't end here. In fact, he hoped this intimate dance would only be the beginning of their night together. "Start your music, Steven."

"As you wish," Ste complied. He locked the door that could only be re-opened from the inside, or by the key held by Zach; more than anything, a simple courtesy to the client. Many men didn't want to be caught in the midst of a lap dance administered by another man. Ste thought that wouldn't be a concern to this man. Thinking more deeply about it, he decided Brendan lived his life as he chose - to hell with what society thought about his actions. He couldn't deny that to be an admirable trait. It also made him wonder if this arrogant man had others. He knew he wouldn't be learning the answer to that question; but still, he couldn't help but to wonder.

"If your actual dance is as slow as the build-up, I'm sure this will be a very memorable, and enjoyable experience..." Brendan taunted him. As he heard the music beginning to play, he found his eyes devouring the denim clad legs that were moving in his direction.

As Ste began moving his hips to the sultry music, his tongue slid across his lips, a provocative smile escaping as he watched Brendan's eyes darkening as a result of his efforts. "I think you'll be more than satisfied, Sir..."

Brendan didn't have a doubt about that. "Are ye gonna take off your pants?" He knew it wasn't necessary to ensure the desired outcome of the dance... but in the case of this lad, it would be an added benefit.

Ste tossed back his head and laughed as he moved his body closer. "Nah. There's no need for that." Bracing a hand on each side of the back of the sofa next to Brendan's head, Ste kneeled on the cushions, skillfully positioning his legs so that their cocks could rub against the other. Leaning down, Ste whispered into the Irishman's ear, "The friction will be enough to make you come. I guarantee it..."

A low growl resounded from deep within Brendan's throat. This boy was making him wild. He wanted to devour him, taste all of him, but above all - he wanted to take him now. "Ye shouldn't tease a hungry lion, Steven. They can pounce without warning." His breathing became ragged as Steven began the erotic grinding that had his cock desperate for release, pants of air slipping through his slightly parted lips. It felt so damned good; and yet, it was torture. He needed more. As Steven looked directly into his lust-blown gaze, his teeth biting at his own lip, Brendan knew this wasn't just another lap dance for the young man. He was getting to the lad. That knowledge alone made his cock begin to leak. There wasn't a doubt - this dance would culminate quickly.

"I'm not a bit worried about that, Brendan." Ste kept moving against Brendan, his hands moving from beside the larger man's head, to teasingly stroke along the back of his neck, not stopping until he was sinking them into his hair. "You see, I can touch you; however, you must adhere to the rules." He laughed mockingly, before he added, "Poor Mr. Brady. I don't think you are one that follows the rules."

"Cheeky little fucker!" Brendan rasped. He didn't give a damn about the fucking rules. What could they do? Throw him out? Not likely... but if they did, he would certainly be taking young Steven with him. The boy wanted him, there wasn't a doubt of that. Brendan instantly had Steven gasping in shock when larger, and much stronger hands reached out to clasp tightly around his hips, immediately stilling his movements. Brendan laughed as shock turned into outrage on the younger man's face. It was time for establishing precisely who was in control - who would always be in control. Brendan knew exactly how to go about that. "What's the matter, Steven? Something not going according to plan?"

Ste began to push at Brendan's chest, ineffectively trying to gain separation. He knew he could call out, but with the music still playing, and the boisterous club, he wasn't sure anyone would hear him. That was another reason why he rarely agreed to these private performances. He had known this man to be dangerous the moment he'd laid eyes on him... now, it was even more clear. "Let go of me," he spat out. "You've broken the rules, which means quite simply - the dance is over!"

"Well then, I guess I'd better break them more fully." Brendan didn't intend to waste time on talking, or preliminaries. He knew they could be interrupted at any time, and there wasn't anything that would stop him from breaking those rebellious lips open under his own. Once he possessed them he would own and ruin them. One hand anchored firmly on the squirming blond's hips, his other latched tightly onto the nape of his neck, with a firm yank he pulled him even closer, his lips smashing onto Steven's stunned ones before he could shout out or protest further.

Continuing to struggle in Brendan's iron clad grip, Ste quickly realized the futility in that. This man was rock solid. Budging him would be next to impossible with a man of Brendan's size and strength. As the lips of the Irishman sought to totally dominate his own, Ste wasn't exactly sure he wanted to fight him. There were countless reasons why he should... but, the feel of the man against him confused him. He'd never felt like this before... especially not with another man. What the fuck was going on here?

Brendan began to bite at Steven's lips. Fuck, the boy tasted so good. Too damned sweet and addictive. He wasn't a man to succumb to addictions; he was more of a man to prey on those that did. He wanted this man, and he wanted him now. So many questions filled his mind regarding Steven's relationship with Danny's daughter; however, for now - that didn't matter. Brendan sucked Steven's bottom lip into his mouth, his throat vibrating with the growl that he didn't attempt to hide. "I want you, Steven. Leave with me now."

In one last desperate bid for his freedom, Ste pulled free, his legs shaking as he backed away and toward the door. "We have to get out of here. The time for the dance has long ended. Zach will look for me."

"I don't give a fuck about Zach. Come with me, Steven." Brendan's eyes were enlarged and full of unsuppressed need. "I know ye want me, Steven. I could feel it."

Shrugging, Ste hedged, "Maybe I do; I don't know. It doesn't matter, Brendan. A man can't always have everything he wants."

Brendan followed him to the door, much as a hunter stalking his prey. He didn't touch him; he knew it wasn't necessary. Steven knew what he wanted; Brendan wouldn't be surprised if the lad even realized he would get it. If he had any doubts on that, he would clear them up now. "That's where you're wrong, Steven. I always get what I want. Now, how about you come with me and tell me exactly how you got hooked up with Danny Houston's daughter? We both know you can't possibly be into her."

"W-what!?" Ste's mouth split open in shock. "How do you know about Rae?"

"It doesn't matter, Steven. What does matter is that we can help each other." Brendan smiled, much symbolic of a shark approaching his next feast. "Come with me, and I'll tell you how."

TBC