Congratulations to Emmett and Kieron for winning 'Best On-screen Partnership' at the British Soap Awards on Saturday night! Chapter releases may be slightly delayed over the next week or so, but we'll see how it goes.
Steven turned around and began walking away. Brendan took one step and he fell to the floor, his bones feeling like jelly. The next thing he felt was his face smacking against the hard concrete below and the tapping of heavy rain against his body. His final conscious breath was interrupted by dirty puddle water that he had breathed in as his face drowned in the streaming rainwater.
His eyes peeled open to a blur. A shady figure stood at the end of his bed. The room was brightly lit with blinding florescent lights on the ceiling. He couldn't make out anything around him, didn't even know where he was. ''Steven?''. He tried to pull himself up off the bed he was lying in. Two hands forced him to lie down and he rested his head back against the pillow. He felt a hand caress his.
''No, it's Anne''. He moaned, a wave of disappointment crashing against him. She was coming more into focus, and he could make out her big hair as she stood beside him.
''Where am I?'', he asked, being forced back against the bed when he tried to sit up again.
''You're at the hospital''. He moaned again, pulling his hand away from her and rubbing his aching forehead. Even just the thought of him sitting in hospital was painful to him.
''Why?''. She leaned forward, invading his space, until their faces were just inches from each other. She looked him in his eyes, needed him to understand that this is how it has to be.
''You're at the hospital because you had a fight with your boyfriend, and then collapsed in the street''. He looked around the room, as it came into focus. He saw machines hooked up to him, chairs, and the horrible nightie thing that he was wearing. His eyes trailed over to Steven's jacket, which was resting on the back of one of the armchairs next to his bed.
''Steven's here?''.
''Yeah, but he's off getting coffee with Maxine, he'll be back soon, though''. Brendan paused for a moment, wondering if she was lying, wondering if Steven didn't want to be there when he woke up.
''What did I say, during the fight?''.
''I dunno, Ste didn't really wanna talk about it, to be honest''.
''That bad, eh?''. He winced, knowing that it must have been bad, but it was okay, though, because today he wasn't letting any mishap stop him and Steven making up.
''You don't remember anything?''.
''Well, I remember coming back to the club after Cheryl, and we talked, and then I was holding a piece of...''. His face dropped, turning white. His eyes showed nothing but panic as he lifted his hand and started peeling and unwrapping the bandages around his hand.
''A piece of what, Brendan?''. Anne darted forward to get a better view of Brendan's hand.
''Oh, God''. Brendan revealed a mangled hand, which, was gaping, and bleeding and long. It covered his whole palm, which now looked like something from a horror movie.
''Brendan?''. He shot his eyes up at her after a moment, eyebrows raised.
''A piece of glass''. He wrapped it back up, staring down in shame that he was even capable of doing such a thing to himself.
''Look Brendan, I know that you're finding this difficult with the whole Cheryl and Ste thing but...''.
''But what? What, you think I'm self-harming?''.
''Well...''.
''Well, nothing, Anne. I don't do that, okay? I've never than that and I never will. I need to see Steven''. He attempted to pull himself up again, until he realized how little energy he had. He needed food or a coffee or something. Anne pushed him back down for what felt like the sixth time since he'd woken up.
''You're not going anywhere. You need to rest. Ste will be back in a while anyway''. She was right. He rested his head back down and let his body relax.
''So hows Maxine?''.
''She's good, I guess. I mean, her roommate was just kicked out and then she found out he was a drug addict''.
''Well, according to him, he was just dealing''.
''Oh yeah, cause that's so much better isn't it?''. They both laughed together, only Brendan realizing that he said the exact same thing two days ago.
''How long have I been in here?''.
''All night. About fourteen hours or so''.
''Tell me you haven't been here all night, Anne''.
''Of course I was''.
''Ah, Anne. You were supposed to be off having fun, remember?''.
''Yeah, until you had a fit in the middle of the road and had to be brought to hospital. Besides, drinking orange juice and watching your sister get shit-faced in a nightclub, while seven months pregnant is not fun, let me tell you''. Brendan didn't reply, he was kinda relieved that she cared that much, or she just didn't want to go out.
Steven waited patiently in line in the cafeteria, checking his phone to make sure Mitzeee hadn't called him. If she had, then that meant Brendan had woken up. Eventually the agonisingly long line had cleared, he paid for his coffee and joined Maxine at a table.
''So?''. Ste stared at her in confusion.
''So?'', he replied.
''Any word''.
''Oh, no. Nout''.
''How are you?''.
''I'm alright. I can't say I'm shocked to be here, though''.
''What do you mean?''.
''Well, it's happened before. Last week. It was only a matter of time before it happened again''.
''What? Why didn't you take him to hospital?''.
''Because he ran anyway from it. Like what he does with all his problems. He's too proud to ask for help, or tell me how he feels or...''. He sighed.
''What?'', she asked, sitting forward and putting a hand on his.
''He thinks I hate him. That's what the fight was about''.
''He thinks you hate him?''.
''Yeah. We haven't exactly been getting along with each other since the whole thing at the club with Cheryl''.
''So do you? Hate him?''.
''No, 'course not. I love him. I almost said it, during the fight, but he collapsed before I could finish my sentence thankfully''.
''What happened?''.
''We said some things, I said mostly terrible things, things I didn't mean. That I regret saying''.
''Ste, you need to tell him how you feel. You two will get through this''.
''Yeah, I hope so''. They didn't say anything after that. Ste swallowed most of his nearly cold coffee in one gulp before his phone buzzed, the vibrating making him jump. Maxine sat forward in anticipation.
''It's Mitzeee. He's awake''. They took their time leaving, Ste wasn't in any hurry to see him. He was now completely ready to finally reconcile with Brendan, so he made his way to him. When he arrived at the room Brendan was waiting expectantly to see his boyfriend or ex-boyfriend or whatever he was to do a runner. He didn't though, it was Anne who ran instead.
''We should go, leave you two alone''. She gave Brendan's arm a squeeze and smile at Steven before leaving with Maxine, who mouthed 'Good luck' discretely to both men. Steven sat in one of the armchairs by the bed, and they sat in silence for a moment.
''I'm sorry'', Steven muttered, not meeting Brendan's eyes which were staring at him.
''For what?''. Steven looked up in disbelief.
''For what I said yesterday and how I've been acting over the past week''.
''To be honest, I don't even remember the fight yesterday''. Steven sighed.
''Do you wanna know what I said?''. Brendan winced slightly at that, wasn't too sure himself.
''Do I want to know?''.
''I think you should, before we go anywhere with this''. Brendan looked at his feet.
''Okay'', he said softly, bracing himself for the worst.
''I said...''. He sighed and Brendan closed his eyes. ''I asked you who would want a brother like you... a boyfriend like you... a father like you. That you were a monster. A murderer. A psycho. A ... freak''. He was ashamed of himself, of course he was. Brendan looked at him then, and Steven could see that he was fighting back welling tears in his eyes.
''You said that?''. He was broken, and his voice showed it. Steven leaped to his feet and stood beside Brendan.
''I didn't mean it, though. I don't know why I even said it and I certainly don't think it either''. Brendan looked away. ''Brendan? I love you''. Brendan looked back at him, still fighting tears. He lay back and moved over to the opposite side of the bed and lifted the covers, signaling Steven to get in, which he did. Brendan moved closer to him and they wrapped their arms and legs around each other.
''I forgive you''. Steven smiled and closed his eyes contently. ''And I love you, too'', he whispered before kissing Steven on the cheek. Steven turned his head to face him.
''It's about time''. They chuckled together before relaxing again. They lay there for a while before talking again. ''Doug's dad died last night''.
''Yeah?''.
''Yeah, which means that I'm gonna be dead busy at the deli this week''.
''Maybe I can come help ye?''.
''No. You're taking it easy this week. No work, right?''.
''Jesus, we're back together five minutes and you're already controlling me again'', he said jokingly.
''I have you wrapped around my little finger, don't I?''.
''Yeah, you do'', he smiled before they leaned in for another kiss. This one was long and open- mouthed, and certainly a long time coming, too. It was desperate and needy and they needed to make up for a week of lost time, which they had both made a mental note to do later. They lay in each other's company for another while.
''How are the kids?''.
''Good, yeah. They were asking for ya, but you were dead busy at the club apparently''.
''Is that so?'', he laughed.
''Yeah. I'll speak to Amy about you seeing them. If that's what you want''.
''It is. It is what I want''.
''So you coming home today?''.
''I dunno. That's up to the doctors now''.
''I'll sort it out''.
''Aww. You're too good to me'', he smiled playfully. Steven smiled back at him, gaining his confidence again.
''I'll show you just how good to you I can be later on'', he winked. Brendan's smile grew, if possible.
''Oh, yeah?''.
''Yeah''.
''What about now?''. Steven squinted, sitting up.
''Now?''.
''Yeah, now''.
''Brendan''.
''Ah, come on. I've been waiting a whole week for this, you know?''.
''Yeah, so have I. But our make-up sex isn't going to be in a hospital bed''.
''Why not? You can be the doctor and I can be your patient''.
''No'', he laughed. ''Trust me, it will be worth it later''.
He lay back down in Brendan's arms, Brendan kissing his hair and trying to fight a boner. Eventually he settled back down and then relaxed in Steven's arms, laying his head on Steven's chest while Steven rubbed his back, which he found comforting. ''We still need to have that talk''. Steven was surprised that Brendan was the one bringing it back up.
''Yeah. Tonight?''.
''I'll be there. And I really mean it this time''.
''Good''. A while later the doctor came in and ruined the mood, and brought Brendan in for a physical exam and some tests. After the tests, Doctor Kurtman sat them both down in his office.
''We have the results'', he claimed, shuffling sheets of paper on the desk sat in between them. Brendan and Steven gave each other a quick glance before sitting forward.
''And?'', Steven questioned.
''My best guess, is Vasovagal Syncope''.
''What's that?'', Brendan asked, feeling Steven grab his hand.
''Vasovagal syncope is a temporary failure of the brain to maintain blood pressure and heart rate that caused the you to lose consciousness and fall. This can be caused by fear, pain, anxiety, trauma, blood loss, extreme exertion, prolonged static standing, physical or emotional stress, or an unpleasant sight, sound, or smell. Most of which, were your own symptoms, Mister Brady''.
''Will it happen again?''.
''We can't say for sure, I'm afraid, but there is medication we can give you that may help you''.
''So we can hold it off then, right?''.
''Well, in some cases, it fails to treat the patient. But, if this is a stress related case, Mister Brady, I may have to recommend stress therapy''.
''Therapy? No''.
''Brendan''.
''Mister Brady, as I am sure you are aware, all options must be taken into account when dealing with this''.
''I'll try the medicine, but not the therapy''.
''As you wish, but, I must warn you, if this medication does not work, you could lose consciousness at any point. Whether you're standing at the top of a flight of stairs, or behind the wheel of a car. I'm telling you this, because, you are not the only person at risk here''.
''I'll take the medicine''.
''Fine, but I want regular updates on your health state, and whether or not it happens again. If so, contact the hospital immediately, understand?''.
''Yeah, yeah''.
''And I recommend staying home from work for a while, and staying away from any stimulants, such as coffee and fizzy drinks, or anything with a lot of caffeine for that matter. And stay away from alcohol, too''.He scribbled on a piece of paper, and handed it to Steven.
''His prescription. Only take recommended doses, and all the information is on the instructions. And here, take this leaflet, get yourselves up to speed on all of the information available''. Steven took it, while Brendan stood anxiously and awkwardly by the door.
''Thank you very much, mate'', he smiled, shaking his hand, and all Brendan could mutter was a simple, ''see ya'', as he rushed out the door.
Steven shot in the door and went straight into the bedroom, and Brendan followed, laying on the bed.
''If I knew you were that eager for make-up sex then I would have asked to be discharged hours ago'', he laughed.
''Very funny, Brendan'', Steven mocked picking up his work uniform that was lying in a ball on the floor. ''I have to get to work''. Brendan collapsed into the mattress, moaning in protest.
''Ah, what? You have to stay home with me, seeing as I'm not allowed work''. Steven ignored him, undressing until he was fully naked in front of Brendan, making Brendan painfully hard. ''Now, that's just teasing me'', he grunted as Steven pulled a fresh pair of boxers up his legs.
''I said later, didn't I? Sometimes I think that's all you love me for'', he smiled teasingly.
''Well, yeah. I suppose it is''. Steven gasped, now fully clothed, and picked up his pair of boxers from the floor and threw them at Brendan's face. Brendan proceeded to catch them and hold them there, breathing them in.
''Oi! I was up all night in them. They're probably rank by now'', he warned, taking his boxers away from Brendan's face, to which Brendan moaned again.
''Jesus, Steven you've gotta give me something!''. Steven leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, and this clearly wasn't enough for Brendan as he pulled Steven on top of him, kissing him intently and deeply. Steven squirmed out of his grip and stood up from the bed.
''Goodbye, Brendan'', he smiled, walking out and ignoring all of Brendan's pleads to him for sex.
''But make-up sex is the best sex!'', he shouted as Steven closed the front door. Brendan sighed as he lay back down and when he sat up it was two hours later, he having been asleep. He took a shower and got changed into fresh clothes and made his way to the club. He walked past the deli window, and noticed that it was empty and Steven was just sat there, bored as fuck by the till. He pressed his face against the glass.
''Please?'', he begged, and when he caught Steven's attention, he shouted, ''No!'', while motioning with his hands for him to go away, which Brendan did. He entered the club, which was open, and Anne and Maxine were in there, sitting on one of the sofas, chatting and talking like sisters should.
''So, you're back, then?'', Anne asked. Brendan tilted his head and smiled, sitting on the other sofa across from them.
''It's good to see you too, Anne''.
''Want a drink?'', she said teasingly. Brendan rubbed his eyebrow uncomfortably.
''I'd love one but I'm not aloud''. Anne tilted her head.
''Aww, doctors orders?''.
''And Steven's. No drink and no work''.
''No fun either'', she muttered.
''Oi'', he warned, raising his index finger in her direction.
''So you two are okay, then?'', Maxine asked.
''I think so'', he smiled. ''Yeah, yeah we are''.
''So what did the doctors say?'', Anne questioned. Brendan sat forward.
''It was brought on by stress. I need to take it easy for a while. It's something called Vasovagal Syncope''. Anne tilted her head. ''It's complicated''.
''Ah, boring. So where is Ste by the way?''.
''He's at the deli, why?''
''Why is he at the deli?''.
''He has to make a living?''.
''Why aren't you with him? You should be off romanticizing'', she laughed.
''That's funny, Anne, it really is. How long have you been sitting on that one?''.
''It just came to me''. Maxine sat forward, obviously out of the loop.
''Am I missing something here?''. Brendan and Anne looked at each other and smiled.
''Well, a couple of years ago when Brendan and Ste first became an item, it was a secret''.
''Oh'', Maxine purred.
''So how about that drink?'', Brendan muttered sarcastically.
''And I caught him smooching his boyfriend in the SU Bar!'', she laughed. Maxine laughed with her, and Brendan sat back red-faced.
''Yes, yes, everybody laugh at my expense'', he pouted.
''And then, he agreed to be my manager if I pretended to be his girlfriend!'', she croaked.
''So, what's happening tonight?'', he asked, changing the subject.
''There's a party. Glamour Ball''. Brendan's face dropped.
''Glamour Ball? Really? Anne, you've been here for five minutes and you're already turning the whole look upside down''.
''Hey, I'm leaving in a couple of days, let me have some fun. Why are you so bothered, anyway?''.
''I was gonna ask Steven out tonight''.
''No, you should come. I thought you weren't allowed drink anyway''.
''Yeah but you don't need to be drunk to have fun. I can do some orange juice shots with you''.
''He's too busy drunk on love anyway, Anne. You should see him around Ste, it's adorable''.
''It's not adorable'', he moaned, trying his best to hide his smile.
''So you're coming tonight, then?''.
''Yeah, I suppose. I'll talk to Steven first, though''.
''Okay''. Brendan stood up and walked swiftly to the door.
''I'll pop over now, actually. See ye in a bit''.
''Bye'', Anne and Maxine called in unison. He raced down the steps and across the road. He couldn't wait to see Steven again. When he entered, the shop was quiet, empty in fact. It made Brendan wonder why Steven was here at all, and not at home fucking him. Steven was in the kitchen on the phone, so Brendan took his chance when Steven was most vulnerable. He stepped into the kitchen and wrapped his hands around Steven's waist.
''Yeah, Doug''. He hoped that if Brendan knew it was Doug, he would stop. But Doug's life had nothing to do with Brendan, so he just continued kissing Steven's face and neck. He grabbed Steven's clothes, and his arse and crotch and anything he could get his hands on. ''Sorry, Doug, there's a customer and I'm gonna have to call you back''.
''So I'm just another customer now, am I?'', he asked quietly, burying his face into Steven's shoulder from behind.
''You will be now in a minute if you don't back off'', he smiled.
''Ah, I'm only playing''. But he really wasn't, they'd fuck here if they could.
''I know, but later, yeah?''. Brendan shot him a wink.
''Oh, I'm counting on it. And speaking of later, there's a Glamour Ball on at the club and I was wondering if you wanted to go for a drink''.
''You're not allowed drink. Doctor's orders''.
''Doctor Hay's orders more like''.
''Hey, you have to take it easy. I can't have you fallin' all over the place everyday, can I. You need to relax. And anyway, why are you inviting me to a Glamour Ball?''.
''Well, it's just gonna be pink and glitter and disco balls, isn't it? I'm not expecting a dress and glass slippers, Steven''.
''Hey, I didn't say I didn't want glass slippers''.
''Yeah, grand. I'll look into that for your birthday''.
''Yeah, I'm up for a night out. Home early, though. I've got some very time consuming plans for us tonight''.
''Oh yeah? Like what?''. His eyes were gleaming and intent, looking right into Steven's. Brendan was holding him now, tightly around the waist.
''I guess you'll have to wait and see'', he smiled teasingly.
''Or you could just show me now. I'll show you my plans if you want''.
''I've got to work''. Brendan looked around him, exaggeratedly.
''Really? 'Cause it's dead in here''. He got a slap for that.
''Oi, you made me miss me lunch time rush... again''.
''Oh yeah, remember the last time that happened. We can have a repeat of that day''.
''I'll see ya later, yeah?''.
''Too right you will''.
''Too right I will'', Steven smiled into a kiss, and they moaned into each others mouths, remembering their happy, short-lived bliss back in December. Brendan's hands trailed down Steven's chino's and they caressed his arse, before he pressed two fingers into his hole. Steven bit Brendan's shoulders as his fingers delved deeper into Steven. His moans were muffled by Brendan's suit jacket as his dick hardened.
Suddenly the door opened and with great internal struggle, Brendan released him. Steven popped his head out kitchen door to the customer. ''I'll be with ya in a minute, mate''. When he turned back, Brendan was sucking on his fingers that were in Steven's hole a minute ago. Steven let out a winded gasp. ''Oh my God'', he whispered, before sticking his tongue down Brendan's throat, catching him completely by surprise.
When the kiss finished, Brendan resumed sucking his fingers. ''Delicious'', he muttered, before leaving the kitchen. ''See ye later'', he called, before leaving.
Brendan sat at the bar, drinking orange juice, and hating it. Steven was late, as usual, but he had Anne Maxine for company, who were busy behind the bar at the moment. Brendan watched their rushed movements, frantically trying to keep up with the demand. He didn't even know why he was here, Glamour Ball wasn't the best night to be in a club. It was all slow-ish love songs that were more Anne's repertoire than Brendan's. Steven would love it though, that's right up his street.
''You know, you could help!'', Maxine called, breaking him of his trance. He found it amusing to watch them both run around in circles. Who knew that Glamour Ball Night would be so popular?
''No, thanks. Doctor's orders''. He got no response, she was probably too busy to even listen to him. Brendan watched the dance floor, it was packed. There were pink lights scattered around the room, and a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. There was pink furniture everywhere, and he didn't know where it all came from, but he was sure his bank account did. He lost his thought as Steven approached him and caught him by surprise with a kiss.
Brendan urged him to the bar swiftly and caught Anne's attention with his waving hand.''What are you having?'', he asked intently.
''Orange juice'', he smiled. Brendan huffed a sarcastic laugh. ''I'm serious. If you can't drink then I won't tease ya''.
''You're too good to me. Two orange juices please, Anne''. She waged her finger.
''Coming right up, boys''. When they had their drinks, Brendan began to talk.
''You're lookin' well'', he smiled, pointing at Steven's very tasteful shirt that he was wearing tonight. Steven smiled back.
''You don't have to butter me up, you know? I've already told ya you'll be getting some later''. Brendan looked forcefully appalled.
''That's terrible'', he laughed. Steven nudged him with his arm softly.
''Thank you'', he smiled. ''You're not lookin' too bad yourself''. Brendan tilted his head.
''Well, apart from the cuts and bruises and the partly black eye...'', he laughed.
''Yeah, apart from your disfigured face, you're lookin' well fit''.
''Oi'', he smiled, poking Steven in the rib-cage with his fingers. Steven leaned closer to him, their mouths inches apart.
''Only joking'', he smiled as he leaned in for a kiss, which Brendan accepted. It made Steven warm inside that Brendan was that comfortable kissing him in public now. When the kiss broke, Brendan held Steven's hand in his and led him to the dance floor as a slow song began to play. He put his hands on Steven's waist, and Steven wrapped his hands around Brendan's neck. They held each other close and intently. ''Why am I always in the girly position?''.
They both laughed, and Brendan held Steven even closer than before, and rested his head on Steven's shoulder. ''Is Brendan Brady slow-dancing with me?'', he grinned.
''Hey, I can move''.
''I don't think I've ever seen you dance''.
''Yes, you did'', he said, pulling his face away so he could look at Steven.
''When?''.
''Remember when we went on that date with Noah?''. Steven remembered then, the bad memories of unsettled Brendan, but he laughed anyway.
''Oh, that's right. That was when you were jealous of me havin' another boyfriend''. Brendan looked deep into his eyes.
''I wasn't jealous. I was just madly in love with ye and I thought you were movin' on from me''.
''I was'', he smiled. Brendan looked around the room and raised his eyebrows.
''Clearly not'', he laughed. They danced for another moment before Brendan nestled his face into Steven's shoulder, and breathed him in. ''I've missed you'', he whispered as he kissed Steven's neck and his hands trailed down to Steven's bum. Brendan felt Steven smile against him.
''It's only been a week''.
''Yeah, a week too long'', he muttered. Steven carried on smiling as Brendan caressed his bum.
''I missed you, too''. Brendan tightened his hold on him as they swayed and spun to the music.
''I love you'', he whispered intently and his voice was full of desire.
''I love you, too''. Brendan pulled back and kissed him again, for the third time tonight. The difference now was that Brendan was delving deep inside him, sticking his tongue as far down his throat as possible. Anybody that had any complaints can fuck off and get out. Anne and Maxine smiled watching them, the bar was now less busy than before. When the song ended, Brendan released him.
''I'm gonna go get some air. Back in a few'', he smiled, giving Steven's hand a quick squeeze and watched him return to the bar before turning around and heading downstairs. As he approached the door, he noticed something in the corner of the room. He walked closer to the two figures doing a deal of some sort. As he stood practically a couple of feet away, he knew what was going down. Drug dealing.
He grabbed the kid holding the bag of assorted pills, E's probably, by his collar. He looked like he was about sixteen. What was he doing drug-dealing at his age? He shoved him through the doors and pressed him hard against the wall. ''What do you think you're doin', kid?''.
''I-I'm s-sorry, mate'', he stuttered. Brendan tightened his grip on him.
''Don't call me mate, boy. What's your name?''.
''R-Robbie''.
''Listen, Robbie, if I catch you near my club again, I'll kill ye, yeah?''. He nodded his head. Brendan released him, still holding the bag of pills.
''What about my pills?''. Brendan laughed.
''These are mine now, kid. So I can burn them. Here'', he muttered as he pulled a pill from the bag and flicked it in the air, making Robbie jump for it like a dog. ''For the road''.
''I can't believe you!'', Steven shouted, slamming the door shut and storming towards the alley. Brendan grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
''Steven, this isn't what it looks like, okay?''.
''Oh, is it ever? I can't believe you're dealin'!''. Brendan grabbed his face.
''Steven, I told you before, I don't do this anymore. I caught the kid dealing when I was coming out, alright?''. Steven pushed Brendan's hands away. ''Ah, Steven''.
''How convenient that you just happened to be walking past him''. Brendan looked at Robbie, who was enjoying watching Brendan suffer. Steven began walking down the alley, and Brendan raced after him, trying to grab hold of Steven.
''Steven, believe me when I tell you something!'', he shouted, finally gripping Steven to a halt. Steven grabbed hold of Brendan's shirt.
''Promise me those weren't yours''.
''They weren't''.
''Promise me!''. Brendan sighed, and held Steven's clenched fist and kissed it.
''I promise you, Steven. Those weren't my drugs and I wasn't dealing, okay?''. Steven smiled.
''Okay''. Brendan pulled Steven along, but not towards the club, but in the other direction. ''Where are we going?''.
''Home, Steven''. Steven let himself be pulled along by his boyfriend. ''We need to have that talk''.
''Right''. When they arrived home, Brendan was preparing himself for the worst. He couldn't believe that he was the one bringing this up, wanted to put it off for as long as possible, but he promised Steven this morning that they would, and he kept his promises, and this would prove it. He sat Steven down on the sofa and he sat beside him, holding Steven's hand.
''What do you want to know?''.
''I wanna know what happened in the club that night''. Brendan swallowed.
''Okay... where do I begin?''.
''From where ever you want''. Brendan swallowed again, before beginning.
''Well, I was having a drink in the club, and I was going to tell Cheryl everything... but then my dad came''.
''Okay''.
''He- He told me... that... um...''. He took a deep breath. ''He told me he wasn't sorry. And then he tried to rape me''. They both found themselves welling up now. Steven jolted forward, and hugged Brendan tightly.
''Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Bren. I'm so sorry. I should have been there''. Brendan pushed him away, a tear rolling down his face.
''No, no you shouldn't have. I don't blame you, Steven. I don't blame anybody except him''. Steven sat back and cried into his hands, and Brendan cried just watching him. ''And then Cheryl came in''. Steven pulled his hands away from his face, hanging on his every word. ''And she was holding Walker's gun and... and then it went off''. Steven caressed Brendan's hand in his.
''Then what?''.
''Then I cleaned her off, and we got our story straight''.
''And that was?''.
''I'm so sorry, Steven but, I wanted to take the blame''. A tear fell down Steven's face.
''I know''.
''You do?''.
''You told me yesterday''.
''I did?''.
''Yeah''.
''Steven, I'm sorry. I had to save her. I feel so guilty over it, for doing it and for not doing it. She didn't deserve to go down, I was supposed to pay for my sins''.
''You don't have to do anything, Brendan. Except be with me''. Brendan gave him a soft smile, and Steven gave one back. ''And there's one more thing''. Brendan raised his head and looked him in the eyes. ''Yesterday, it was like you were having two conversations in your head. One with me, and one with... Cheryl''. Brendan looked down to the floor and turned his head away from Steven.
Steven turned his head back to face him, and held Brendan's face in his hands. ''Hey, it's okay. You can talk to me, you know?''. Brendan nodded.
''Okay. I think I was talking to Cheryl yesterday. I see her in my head, every time I... shut down. I don't know why I see her. I think she blames me for what happened to her''. Steven tutted.
''Brendan, listen to me. Nobody can blame you for what happened. It wasn't your fault. You have nothing to feel guilty about, you tried to save her for Christ's sake. Cheryl confessed herself, she knew what she was doing''.
''Before my dad died, he said everything bad that happens is my fault, and he's right''.
''Well, Brendan, it doesn't matter. 'Cause I will always love you no matter what, okay?''. Brendan gave a weak smile.
''Is that it?''.
''That's it. That's all I wanted to know''. They sat in silence for a while after that. Brendan let Steven soak up everything that he's just told him, before pulling Steven over him, his head resting on Brendan's chest.
''So are you going to show me what you planned to do tonight, then?''. Steven raised his head, giving Brendan a cheeky grin.
''You still want to...?''. Brendan tilted his head inquisitively.
''Want to what, Steven?'', he teased.
''Have sex''.
''Steven, I've been waiting for this for a week. And actually, I have my own plans for us tonight''.
''Show me'', Steven smiled, as he grew hard against Brendan's cock. Brendan picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, and placed him gently on the bed. Kissing him ferociously the whole time. He unpeeled Steven of his clothes, and Steven did the same to him. Brendan pushed them under the covers and began grinding hard against Steven's cock. They moaned into each other's mouths as the kiss grew deeper.
Bursts of pleasure ran through Brendan's body as he felt himself rub off Steven's skin. He held Steven tight, and dipped his head down, and whispered into Steven's ear, something that made Steven jolt to a halt. ''I want you to fuck me, Steven''. Steven sat up, forcing Brendan to sit back.
''You what?''. His face showed exactly how shocked he was, his mouth forming an 'o' shape. Brendan just smiled intently at him. This wasn't because he was vulnerable or because of the state he's in.
''You heard me''.
''Are you sure?''. Brendan sat forward, lying on top of Steven again.
''Of course I'm sure. This isn't just some impulsive decision, Steven. I've been wanting this for ages now, I was just afraid before''.
''Afraid of what, Brendan? I'm not gonna hurt ya''.
''I know, I know. I trust you completely. Fuck me hard, Steven''. Steven turned Brendan over and peppered kisses down his spine. When he got to Brendan's arse he spread the cheeks wide and stared at what Brendan had to offer him. His pink, tight hole was surrounded by a trail of hair than continued down to his balls. He pressed his entire face into Brendan's arse and took a deep breath in, before opening his mouth around it.
He gave Brendan teasing licks around the hole, making Brendan impatient. Brendan pressed Steven's face deeper in, and Steven giggled as he maneuvered his tongue into his hole, giving him deep plunging licks. Brendan jerked his hips backwards, was desperate for more. The licks became deeper, harder and more aggressive. Steven couldn't get enough of this man, and he never will. He pulled his face away and Brendan felt slightly disappointed, but excited about what was next.
Steven licked two of his fingers and pushed them in, and Brendan moaned into the pillow. Jerking his hips and fucking himself on Steven's fingers. His muscles contracted and loosened around Steven, but Brendan wanted more. ''Put another one in'', he demanded. Steven did what he was told, pressing another finger in deep and hard, relentless in his movements, the way Brendan wanted it. Brendan turned on his side slightly, and pulled Steven's waist towards his mouth, taking all of Steven's cock into his mouth in one quick suck.
He gave quick, deep-throated sucks, not gagging at all. He slurped up the pre-come as it poured out of the head of Steven's cock. Steven moved his face down to Brendan's cock and licked his balls, taking one of them in his mouth and sucking it, making Brendan moan louder. In retaliation, Brendan shoved two of his fingers deep into Steven's hole, who shushed his cries of pleasure by taking Brendan's cock in his mouth. They were both overcome with pleasure, and Brendan came right down Steven's throat, who licked up every drop of come that spilled from his slit.
Brendan pulled Steven up the bed, and slowly, sat on his lap. He didn't so much as wince as Steven's cock pushed it's way through his tight hole. He wanted this, more than anything right now. The head pushed it's way up even further as Steven sat forward, pushing Brendan onto his his back. Brendan screamed with the pleasure as he rested his feet on Steven's shoulders, who in turn pushed in even further. He could faintly make out Brendan's, ''Oh God's'', and his, ''fuck,fuck,fuck's'', that he muttered under his breath.
Brendan looked into Steven's eyes, and then let out a loud moan as Steven felt himself slide past a lump inside Brendan. Brendan began writhing on the bed, pleasure shooting up and down his spine as he pulled at his hair. ''Have you ever done this before?'', Steven muttered softly. For a moment he thought Brendan didn't hear him.
''No. You're my first'', he smiled, still writhing on the bed. Steven gave him a huge smile that Brendan returned. It made him tingly inside that he got to take some part of Brendan's virginity. He gave small, easy thrusts at the start, until Brendan demanded that he go harder, so he did. He pummeled Brendan's tight hole, both of them gasping for breath as they became comfortable in this new position. Steven thought it would have been ages before anything like this happened. He felt Brendan's prostate rubbing against his aching cock as he delved deep inside of Brendan.
Brendan pulled Steven close to him, and combed his fingers through his hair as he kissed him deeply and roughly, the rubbing of tongues and clang of teeth making the experience more pleasurable. Brendan pushed his hands from Steven's hair and brought them down to his unmanned hole waiting to be finger fucked. He kissed Steven as his fingers traveled into him. After a few minutes, he pulled out and pushed Steven backwards and sat on his lap, getting fucked harder, faster and rougher.
Brendan felt himself come again from the intensity of it all, coming over Steven's stomach and chest, not even having to touch his throbbing cock. He leaned his head down and slurped up as much as he could reach, and shared it with Steven as he pulled him in for a kiss, both himself and Steven tasting him. Steven's movements became more frantic and uneven, and then, Brendan felt warm liquid fill his hole as Steven let himself go inside him. Brendan waited until Steven was finished, before laying Steven on his back and pulled Steven out of him. They both felt a sudden loss as he did so.
Brendan pulled the blankets around him, and lay on top of Steven, pressing his face against Steven's chest and kissing his naked and come-soaked body, letting the come dry on both of them. Steven played Brendan's hair, while Brendan breathed in the smell of Steven and sex. ''That was...'', Steven panted, and Brendan looked up at his face, his head still leaning against Steven's chest.
''That was amazing. We are definitely doing that again''. Steven laughed, and gazed at Brendan.
''Oh, yeah?''.
''Absolutely. But round two can wait a while, I need to catch my breath first''. He pulled himself up the bed and lay beside Steven, who curled an arm around him, and held him close.
''Did that feel good?''.
''Is that a real question?''.
''I suppose not, seeing as you came twice in five minutes'', he laughed. Brendan just watched him. Steven was his, and he was Steven's, and Steven could do anything he wanted with him. ''Have you eaten anything yet?''.
''No, I'm starving. Chinese?''. Steven smiled and nodded. As they ate their Chinese takeaway, they sat in bed reminiscing about the old days of their relationship.
''I'm sorry I stole the deli off ya''. Brendan laughed, it was silly to be apologizing now, that was nearly a year ago now.
''I'm sorry I paid a Steven Hay- lookalike to make your boyfriend cheat on you''. Steven tilted his head in confusion until it dawned on him who he was talking about.
''Oh, Noah'', he laughed. ''You did me a huge favor that night actually. He would have cheated eventually, wouldn't he?''.
''That's good to know''. Steven laughed again. ''What?''.
''I'm sorry I outed you to Cheryl''. Brendan's jaw dropped.
''That was you?''. Steven nodded in confirmation, and Brendan threw a pillow at him for his troubles.
''Hey, that was like two years ago, though''.
''I'm sorry I left during our first date''. Steven smiled at him, surprised he even remembered.
''I'm sorry I hit you with a baseball bat and put you in hospital''.
''Oh my God, I forgot about that!'', he shouted, playfully hitting Steven in the shoulder. Two and a half years ago it wouldn't have been so playful.
''I'm sorry I didn't kiss ye in the office that day''. Steven didn't remember that one. ''Last year? Amy had just left''.
''Oh, now I remember. I'm sorry you didn't, too''.
''I'm sorry I led you on the day of the Enchanted Forest Party''.
''I think you said that one already''.
''No, I was sorry for the scamming you bit''.
''Oh right. Yeah, I have to admit that letter broke my heart a little''.
''A little?'', Steven smiled, nudging him with his elbow. Brendan sighed.
''Okay, a lot. I'm sorry I didn't go to Disneyland''.
''No you're not'', he smiled.
''Yes I am'', he said, defensively. ''I wanted to go, but Declan couldn't have found out, could he?''.
''Well, he knows now''.
''I know''.
''I'm sorry for pouring that drink over your head when I found out about the 'lookalike' plan''.
''Don't be'', he laughed. ''I deserved it''.
''Yeah, you did''. Brendan pushed his shoulder slightly.
''Oi! I'm sorry I made you think you made the first move on me''.
''You what?''.
''Yeah, I tripped you the night we kissed in the apartment''.
''Seriously?''. Brendan nodded his head. ''So my whole sexuality and our whole relationship is based on you pushing me to the floor''.
''I caught you though, didn't I?''.
''Yeah you did'', he smiled, as he leaned forward and kissed Brendan, who was immediately growing hard again and pushing his hands down Steven's trousers.
''Now, about round two...''.
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