Chapter 7

Doug woke up early the next morning. He wished that he had not woken so early, but his head was pounding so much that he could not get back to sleep. Doug turned his head to the window. It was just getting light outside. It hurt his head.

He could not remember much about the previous night. He knew that he had avoided a beating from a rather unpleasant man. And that he had then gone out drinking with Brendan…

Brendan.

Memories suddenly came flooding back to Doug as if he had just switched on a light bulb. He felt in the bed next to him. Nothing. He sat up, with great effort, to check the rest of the room. Again, there was nothing. No one. Brendan's bed was neatly made; it was almost as if no one had stayed in it the night before.

"Of course it is, you idiot," Doug said to himself, "No one did sleep in it last night."

He out both hands over his eyes and buried his head into his knees. He was sore all over and his head felt like it was being hammered on from the inside. A thought unexpectedly came upon him. He moved his hands from his face and checked himself under the thin duvet. But he soon brought his hands back up to his head, face hidden in his knees.

Doug was naked. He never slept naked. He was far too shy about his own body to sleep naked. And he hurt. Not just the pain from a pounding headache and sick stomach. No. He hurt as if another area of himself had been pounded. He wanted to cry. He could already feel the tears gather at the corner of his eyes. What made matters worse was that he had been willing for it to happen. He had wanted Brendan to touch him, and kiss him, and enter him.

Now the tears were falling. But not very long.

The door to the hotel room suddenly sounded as if it were about to be opened. Doug shot back under the duvet, just before someone walked through the door.

"Douglas," Brendan said carelessly, as he closed and locked the door behind him. He then turned to see that the younger man was still asleep in bed.

"Douglas," Brendan repeated, this time in a whisper, walking over to where he lay.

Doug kept his eyes tightly shut. He did not want Brendan to know that he was awake in fear of what he would do.

Little did he know that Brendan was actually undecided on what he wanted to do. He did not know whether he should creep in silently next to Doug and try something again when the younger man awoke. Or whether he should retire to his own bed, pretending that nothing had happened when the other man woke up.

Brendan chuckled quietly to himself. A sound which sent shivers down Doug's spine. Of course, he was going to lie back in bed with Douglas and try again when he woke up. After all, he was Brendan Brady. There would be plenty of time to explain to the other man where he stood. Because, ultimately, this was how Douglas was going to pay him back for the loan (well some of it anyway), there would be no point in missing any opportunity for sex now. Now that Brendan had made it clear of what he wanted.

He climbed into the bed next to Doug and put an arm around his waist. Doug hoped that Brendan could not feel the way his body tensed up under the contact. Unfortunately for Doug, Brendan did notice the slight change in his body.

"Douglas?" Brendan said yet again, this time with a questioning tone, not hesitating to press himself up against the other mans back and underside, "Are you awake?"

The feeling of Brendan's undeniable boner, through the material of his clothing, onto Doug's bare skin caused him to gasp heavily. There was no way he could continue to pretend that he was asleep.

"Yes," Doug whispered almost silently, thinking it best to turn around and make eye contact with the intruder of his bed. Although once he had he wished that he had not.

Brendan's eyes were low and smouldering. They cut through Doug's own eyes, looking for something else, wanting to make Doug feel completely bare and helpless. Although he did already feel completely bare and helpless lying there next to Brendan. His eyes were mad.

"Ah good," Brendan said brightly, but with the undertone of a growl. Or did Doug imagine that?

"Would you do me a favour, and take care of this problem for me?" Brendan said, this time defiantly with a growl in his voice, pushing himself further into Doug to try and emphasis his point.

"Uh," Doug mumbled, trying to push himself away from Brendan but failing.

"N- No," he managed to say, really trying to push himself away, but again failing because Brendan had put one of his hands onto the small of his back and the other on his neck.

"Ah come on," Brendan smiled, "You know you'd really be helping me out. Helping yourself out in fact."

Doug stopped trying to himself away from Brendan at those words.

"What… what do you mean?" he said, trying to maintain eye contact with the other man as if they were in any ordinary conversation.

"What do you think the reason was for me bringing you here?" Brendan answered, tiredly, beginning to rub Doug's back to try and make him comply with what he wanted.

"To pay back for the money I borrowed," Doug gulped.

Brendan brought his lips to the other, shaking, mans neck and whispered, "Very good. And how do you think you're going to pay back that loan?"

Doug paused for a moment. Confused to why he was being questioned right at that very moment. As if Brendan had not just started to slowly finger his arsehole.

"To pick up a delivery for you," he said, attempting to not move into the movement of Brendan's hand, "And take it back for you."

Brendan smiled again. He removed his stroking hand and placed it, quite forcefully, onto Doug's lips.

"Now, that's where you're wrong, Douglas," he said, pushing his fingers into Doug's mouth and then slowly putting them back to the work that they had previously been doing.

"No, Douglas that was just a lie to get you here. A lie to get you here so that I could have you for myself," it was at this last word that Brendan pushed both of his fingers, hard, into Doug's hole. Doug's eyes widened, but he forced himself not to make a sound. He did not want to show Brendan that he was actually enjoying what he was doing.

"So," Brendan said, taking pride in the fact that Doug's body betrayed him as it showed his real emotions, "That means that by helping me out here, you'll be helping yourself too."

Doug's body jerked as Brendan hit that part inside him, with scissoring fingers, which stopped him from thinking straight and made him see stars.

"What- ah- what do you want me to do?" Doug asked, knowing that any form of dignity he may have had left in the situation was now gone.

To this Brendan answered with one, solitary word.

"Suck."