One giving the other their jacket and not getting it back from the other until it stops smelling like them

"Paddy! Deccy! Have you seen my jacket?" Brendan called out from the coat rack of his home in Dublin, he hadn't seen the jacket in weeks and it was bothering him more so today because he wanted to wear it,

"Which one Da?" Declan called back,

"Leather, mandarin collar, zips up," he described, "short!" he threw in after, hissing a quick 'shush' at the Labrador whining at him as he stalled taking her for a walk.

"You mean the one you wear literally all the time?" Declan poked out of the kitchen then, Brendan shrugging,

"I guess so, have you seen it?" he asked, Declan shrugged,

"Nah not seen it since me 'n Paddy got here anyways," he answered, "Figured you'd finally realised how stupid it looked,"

"Ey, it doesn't look stupid, it's a good jacket, nice," he protested,

"Expensive doesn't make it nice Da," Declan pointed out,

"You're no help, go back to your rabbit food," Brendan dismissed, ignoring the nineteen year old's comment about him cooking veggie röstis and huffily rifling through the coats on the coat rack; his longer jacket was here, but it wasn't cold enough for that and he wasn't wearing the right clothes for it. "For fuck's sake where the hell is it?!" he hissed, knocking the pole over and watching the coats fan out on the floor before storming upstairs, ignoring the barking that ensued at the racket, "Paddy!" he called out, "Padraig! A word!"

"Da calm down!" Declan shouted up the stairs after him, so he stopped outside Paddy's door, taking a few breaths before knocking and walking in, Paddy was sat at his computer playing some game with squares and triangles and electro music.

"Pad have you seen my jacket? Short leather one, mandarin collar, zips up, I've had it years, you know the one," his tone was short and his teeth were gritted but he was doing his best not to direct his frustrations at Paddy.

"Uh…" Paddy trailed off, not taking his eyes off the screen, "Hold on," he uttered, a pause screen coming up before he tabbed out and brought up his facebook, clicking a few times before scooting his chair to the side, "this one?" he asked, and there it was, hanging loose and pristine, 200 miles away on the shoulders of one Ste Hay as he crouched down with Leah in her unnecessarily girly looking football uniform,

"When did he take that?" Brendan asked as he got close enough to rest his hands on the back of Paddy's chair, leaning over his shoulder to look.

"Uh… it was uploaded two hours ago, see?" he pointed at the 2hrs note by Ste's name, Brendan smirked at that, ruffling Paddy's hair as he stepped back,

"Thanks Paddy, you're a star," he praised as he went to leave,

"No problem da," the youngster beamed, returning to his game, "Ah feck," Paddy grumbled, Brendan turned to see him looking incredibly sheepish, "I mean… darn?" Paddy looked a bit nervous,

"Good save there Padraig," Brendan dismissed, not too bothered with his kid swearing at this age, he didn't see the harm in it if it wasn't directed at someone, and he certainly didn't censor himself, not around Paddy and Declan anyway; he wouldn't risk it with Ste's kids, it'd slay him if Amy said Ste couldn't see the kids anymore. He shook those thoughts from his head and decided to clean up his little rampage, settling on a slightly less impressive jacket to complete his outfit instead, a canvas military looking thing in a dark grey, beckoning the dog to follow him out the door with a sharp 'heel' and taking her for her walk leash-free.

After finding out the identity of the jacket thief, Brendan had installed the facebook app onto his phone, the only time he'd used facebook outside of it being made was accepting a friend and relationship request from Ste before they moved to Dublin, it was about time he put it to good use. He'd had so many notifications when he'd first logged in, and most of them were pictures he'd been tagged in, others were less savoury comments from people from Chester but he didn't dwell on it, instead using it for what he'd intended to and searching through Ste's uploads.

He didn't update any statuses or upload any pictures, only using the app and the site itself to see the photos Ste would upload every couple of hours, typically pictures of him and the kids; or some new recipe he'd thrown together; or the weirdest one, pictures of him, Amy, and her fella, getting along. He'd found that Ste had been wearing his jacket every day since Brendan had left Ste at the airport three weeks ago, he barely even remembered lending it to him, but they'd been out in Dublin with Lynsey, saying goodbye to one another before they spent solo-time with their kids, and even in the early Summer it wasn't exactly warm at night. Ste had wished that Brendan and the boys could come to Manchester with him, but Brendan didn't get on with Amy's fella due to a difference of beliefs, Brendan would have let it drop but there was only so many times he could listen to someone imply that he was a loon for keeping faith before he would try to punch them in the mouth, which had gotten him barred from the household until Ste could smooth things over, which was apparently more difficult than initially anticipated.

After a while he realised that what he was doing could be considered stalking, looking through Ste's photos and status updates, so he didn't bring it up in his and Ste's phone calls, instead he found himself preoccupied with the fact that Ste was probably curled up in his leather jacket right then, wearing it like a second skin; he wanted to see Ste in it, pressed into the sheets with his ass on display and Brendan's fingers digging into his hips as he fucked him.

The possessiveness he felt reminded him of the early stages of their 'relationship', when things definitely weren't healthy between them, and part of him wanted to reign it in, knew he probably should, but when he woke up to a picture of Ste and Amy getting coffee and breakfast, the photo obviously taken by Amy's fella, his possessiveness hit full force. The jacket was gone, replaced by a blue tracksuit that he'd bought for Ste when they'd still lived in Chester, and even though she'd stopped being a threat, Amy's proximity to Ste set Brendan's teeth on edge.

The next few days the jacket still didn't make an appearance, and Brendan found himself in a foul mood because of it; he'd given Lynsey the brunt of it, mostly in the form of telling her she couldn't come on the couch and shutting the bedroom door at night, and he'd almost ruined the last few days his boys were spending with him, trying to reign in his irritation and frustration by taking the boys out to the cinema or for meals, doing whatever they wanted to do and biting his tongue when something became a mild inconvenience. They'd noticed his foul mood but didn't question it, instead he realised they were both pussyfooting around him and doing their best to not rub him the wrong way, even trying to diffuse potentially confrontational situations in public. He appreciated it, said as much to Declan when they were parting ways at the rails, and for once Declan didn't say he'd done it for someone else's sake.

"I know you miss Ste," he shrugged, "I keep seein' you on your phone," he explained at Brendan's confused look, "it'd be creepy if I didn't know what you two were like," he teased, Brendan resting a hand on his shoulder and smiling slightly.

"Thanks," he repeated, "you boys stay safe, have fun with your mother alright?" he addressed both his sons then, giving Declan a sort of side-ways hug, Paddy joining on the other side, holding Lynsey's lead for dear life, "call me when you get there, and tell me how the holiday was, I wanna know what I've gotta beat after Christmas,"

"You still owe us Disney world da," Declan pointed out, and he was right, Brendan had been forced to cancel those plans last year when he'd hit the loopy dog at Paddy's side with his car and ended up adopting her.

"Disney world?" Paddy asked, excitement visibly bubbling up in him at the thought of going to Florida, but their train arrived and Brendan was freed from this conversation,

"We'll talk about it next time you're here, get gone," Paddy pouted and moved away, handing over the lead and grabbing his bag,

"Alright…" he sulked, the two of them hopping onto the train and finding a seat where they could wave at their dad, Brendan raised his hand in a brief wave before putting his hands in his pockets and watching them go, even Lynsey sobered at that, plonking herself down on the floor and watching quietly with her head cocked.

He was on facebook on his laptop this time, sat at his desk with the dog on his sock-clad feet, looking at the photo Ste had uploaded an hour ago, Ste was looking sulkily at the camera as he packed his things, the caption was "sayin bye 2 the kids 2moz :'(" and Brendan's jacket was folded neatly on the edge of the bed, not near enough to Ste's skin for Brendan's liking, and before he knew it, he was calling Ste, barely aware he was doing so until Ste's concerned voice broke through the watery haze in his head.

"Hello? Brendan?" he sounded worried. "I know ya there Bren, I can hear you breathin'," he added after a long pause,

"Steven," he said low, voice a rough whisper that he knew would send a shiver down Ste's spine,

"Bit early for that Bren," Ste laughed nervously, and Brendan could hear Amy and her fella in the background,

"Steven," he said again, "you're not wearing my jacket," he said matter-of-factly, and he could practically hear Ste turning to look around quizzically,

"Your jacket? Not been wearing that for a while Bren," Ste said slowly, trying to process where Brendan was going with this phone call.

"It's been a week," Brendan rumbled, "Why." It barely sounded like a question and Ste took a while to answer, quietly excusing himself from Amy's company to take the call somewhere private,

"Why? Well… I dunno… it just sort of…" he trailed off into a mumble,

"I didn't quite catch that Steven…" Brendan purred into the phone,

"It smells like me…" he uttered, Brendan humming for him to elaborate, "It stopped smellin' like you din't it?" he expanded, sounding awkward and a bit downtrodden by the lack of Brendan smell.

"Well that isn't going to work now, is it?" Brendan hummed thoughtfully, he was clicking away at keys, the laptop monitor lighting him up as he quietly sought a solution to Ste's problem,

"Gonna have to get over it I guess," Ste shrugged, "I'm coming home soon anyway yeah, so I'll have you all to meself," Ste's voice got a hint of mischief and Brendan smiled at the thought of having Steven to himself again,

"I'll square things away at the club, take a couple of days off," Brendan promised, he was already e-mailing Harley, "I like it, you know," he said, almost abrupt, "seein' you in my jacket,"

"Dead sexy innit," Ste chuckled, "Looks better on you though," he was flirting now, but Brendan had preparations to make,

"As much as I'd love for this to continue Steven, I did just say I had business,"

"Aw but you called me," Ste protested,

"I may have, and I'm ending the call now, I'll see you tomorrow," he rumbled, smiling as he wondered if Ste picked up on the hint,

"You're a cruel man Bren, so cruel," Ste whined, "love you," he threw in with a kiss,

"Love you too," Brendan echoed, hanging up and dialling another number, "Hello yeah, you should be gettin' a call from one Steven Hay tomorrow, he'll ask to go to the airport, but I've got five hundred pounds that says you're going to be taking him to The Lowry Hotel instead, oh and make sure to tell him to bring a jacket."