A/N: This is the end of an arc of flashbacks. Here's the last one and then, the main story will be continued.

I hope you will enjoy it.

I apologie for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Chapter Five

Steven was still asleep when he entered their chambre, and Brendan couldn't help but smile lightly at the way his arms were tangling up around his waist. He was snoring a bit, completely lost in his dreams. Brendan sat himself down on the bed next to him and shook him awake gently.

Steven looked up at him sleepily. "Is it morning already?"

"Yes" Brendan nodded, placing the small tray of food at him "We have a flight today and some time so first of, you've got to eat."

"Breakfast in bed?" Steven laughed "There's me thinking Brendan Brady being all romantic soppy sod. Am I dreaming? "

"I thought I'd let you sleep, you didn't get much of it." Brendan grinned. "Last night...you was very persuasive and then... fell asleep."

Steven shoved him playfully at these words, but allowed Brendan to run his hands through his hair, leaning against him heavily.

"So where have you been this morning?" Steven asked after a time.

"Some old places, acquaintances." Brendan grimaced and tilted Steven's head back so he could kiss the hollow at the base of boy's throat.

Steven stretched out, raising an eyebrow. "You said we?"

Brendan smiled. "Yes. We."

Steven just laughed and Brendan leant down to kiss him, set on savouring their last few moments of peace before they would be swept up in the noise and excitement of the journey.

"You think that was funny?"

Brendan grinned and seized Steven's wrists again, pushing him back against the bed and pinning him down with his weight before Steven even knew what was happening.

"That was hardly so!" Brendan exclaimed as Steven laughed smugly down at him. "You caught me unprepared."

Brendan shrugged coyly. "Too bad." The words were only just out of his mouth though before Steven retaliated, flipping Brendan over with as much force as he could manage, wet skin sliding against his capturer chest rather satisfyingly.

"Better." Steven laughed, feeling rather delighted with himself. He leant down to plant a light kiss on Brendan's jaw, feeling his own arousal grow as he pressed his face into the crook of Brendan's neck, smelling the fresh sea salt.

Brendan smirked a bit. "You reckon that's it?" He pushed rather futilely at boy's chest, trying to roll him off of him.

Steven's laughed. "I do." He grinned. " You might have been pretty subtle ." He smiled sheepishly.

Brendan just laughed at that and for a moment Steven thought he had surrendered, for his hands had stopped pushing at his capture's chest and had migrated down to his sides, tracing the shallow dip of his waist with feathery-light touches.

Steven laughed. "That tickles."

Brendan smirked, his fingers still lightly brushing his skin. "Oh, is that so?"

His expression put Steven slightly on edge and so he made to grab Brendan's hands with the aim of pinning them to the bed. Before he could do so though, Brendan's fingers were jabbing into his sides, unrelenting and making him tense up involuntarily.

"Don't you dare!" Steven cried through shrieks of laughter as Brendan prodded him harder, his fingers digging in between his ribs until boy's entire body was shaking with laughter he couldn't stop. Desperately and effortlessly he tried to get away from Brendan, his legs jerking wildly as Brendan now attacked that soft spot behind his knees.

"Stop!" He gasped desperately, his eyes watering now with laughter. "Anywhere but there..do not..." Brendan didn't listen though and Steven tried to scrunch himself up into a ball as capturer's fingers jabbed harder. "That's not fair!"

"What is it?" Brendan shot back, grabbing boy's feet and just about managing to avoid being kicked in the face. "Are you saying that you surrender?"

"Please" Steven pleaded as his torture refused to stop. "I beg you stop, I'll do anything! Anything you want! Just stop it.."

Brendan smirked and held his hands up in the air, grinning as boy yanked himself over to the other side of the bed, away from his torturer's offending hands. "Did you not like that?" he asked innocently.

"You asking me that? Of course I didn't!"

Brendan laughed and sat back up against the headboard. "You shouldn't have laughed that much then."

"I couldn't help it." Steven breathed, sounding almost defeated, though he would never admit it due to his stubborn character.

Brendan grinned and pulled him back towards him, stroking gently boy's hair until Steven felt relaxed and lay next to him.

"Brendan," Steven said after a time, the annoyance almost has gone from his voice now. "My life has never been as good as it is right now. If that had been anyone else but you, it wouldn't be."

"I love you." Brendan breathed, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "I-love-you."

He let Steven put his arms around him, and only muttered a few words that was so dear to him under his breath.

"I always have and I always will."