Hi everyone! Here's chapter 7, hope you like a little bit of kink since the smut continues ;-). And don't forget that reviews = love. Your ideas and opinions mean a lot to me! /Menandboysandme
It was 3 AM and Brendan sat up in the hotel bed, abruptly woken up. The Irishman was in a cold sweat and his heart was pounding heavily in his chest. The nightmare. The one he hadn't had in months. Maybe it was a warning, telling him to be aware, that he wasn't supposed to be happy like this, Brendan thought. These feelings were dangerous, he had learnt that the hard way in the past. And now he was once again deeply sucked into this thing called love. Brendan felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't bare to lose Steven too, he needed to protect him from everything, even if it meant he'd never sleep again. He sighed and turned to his right. The boy lay with one of his legs drawn up against his stomach and an arm bent around his young face. He looked so peaceful and innocent. Brendan curled up to him, spooning the young man's warm body and inhaling his scent. Steven moved around a bit when he felt the connection with his lover and then started making those little humming sounds that always made Brendan smile.
The unpleasant feeling from the nightmare still lingered and Brendan wasn't able to go back to sleep. At 7 AM he got up and had a long shower to clear his mind. When he got out of the bathroom he texted Walker: "you awake?" Only seconds later he receieved the answer: "I am now." And Brendan answered back: "can we talk?" As soon as the men met in the hallway Walker gave Brendan a concerned look. "You look awful. What's happened?" he asked. Brendan leaned against the wall and rubbed his forehead. "The fucking dream again..." he mumbled. Walker stepped closed to him and cupped his face in his hands. "I've told you this before, Brendan. It wasn't your fault, and it's time you move on, you hear?" he said softly.
They didn't hug. They never had done much of that. But they stayed close for a while and the closeness was comforting. Walker was the only one who knew about his past and Brendan appreciated that he did right now, it took away some of the pain to have someone to share it with. "Thank you, Simon," Brendan said. "Look, yesteraday was great and I know our boys loved it. I just think it would be better if we waited a bit before it happens again." Walker nodded in understanding. "Let's just hang out together today, maybe go to some clubs tonight, my treat?" Walker suggested and Brendan nodded gratefully.
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When Brendan returned in the suite, Steven was sitting up in the bed smiling sleepily. "Hiya, where have you been?" the boy asked with a yawn. "Just talked to Walker outside for a bit. Are you hungry?" Brendan asked as he approched the bed. "Starving. Oh, can we order roomservice? I've always wanted to do that!" Steven said giving Brendan an imploring look "Order anything you like," Brendan answered smiling and planted a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. Steven instantly jumped out of bed and dialed the number on the phone and in minutes a subtle knock on the door was heard. A food trolley with a massive amount of food appeared in front of them, it was loaded with croissants, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit and - of course - jam sandwiches with seedless jam. Steven enthusiasticly started tasting small bites of everything on the trolley but soon he complained about being too full. Brendan turned out to be the one eating most of the remaining delicacies even though his appetite for the day wasn't as healthy as it usually was.
Steven placed himself behind Brendan and started to massage his shoulders. It felt amazing and Brendan suddenly realized that he was very tense, so tense that his muscles were aching. "Thank's for the breakfast... You're so quiet..." Steven said carefully. Brendan sighed. His state of mind had been showing after all, even though he had tried to hide it. "It's nothing, kid," he said and got up and tousled Steven's hair. The younger man smiled cheekily at him and started walking towards the bathroom. "Have a shower with me then..." he suggested seductively. Brendan grabbed the last croissant. "Already showered, kid. Now hurry up so we can go out."
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Walker and Joel seemed relaxed and content and very much in love when they all met up after breakfast. Last night's events had obviously worked their magic on the couple and Brendan could imagine how the two of them had spent their morning. Brendan felt much better now, almost cheerful, but Steven was sulky and quiet as the four of them went out to do some shopping. Brendan sensed that the kid's mood had something to do with him turning down that little invite earlier in the morning. It hadn't been Brendan's intention to put him down like that, but now it somehow amused him that the boy had been so affected by not getting laid. He felt like teasing him a bit, teach him that lesson about patience...
When the evening came they went to a popular gay friendly club in the area. Steven was in a worse mood than Brendan had ever seen him. What had started with a subtle pout had gradually escalated into a state where the boy seemed to be boiling with fury and frustration. Steven had barely spoken to Brendan during the whole day, even though the older man had been nice to him in all kinds of ways. Brendan had complimented him on how well he was doing at work and bought him a new set of clothes and shoes, but it had been obvious that the only attention Steven wanted was the physical and sexual one. The boy had tried his best to get it by displaying his pert arse in front of his lover whenever he had gotten the chance. Brendan had pretended not to see it. Maybe it was cruel, but he didn't exactly plan to live in celibacy for any longer than it was neccessary. The kid just needed a small reminder of who was boss and that he couldn't always have it his own way.
The club was loud and crowded and the men started of at the bar where Walker bought them drinks. Steven poured his mojito down his throat in seconds and then grabbed Joel's arm. "Let's dance," he demanded, without even giving Brendan a look. Walker looked curiously at Brendan, who just smiled. "Alright, what's going on, Bren?" he asked narrowing his eyes. The Irishman smirked and raised his glass. "Sláinte, my friend." Walker smiled back at him: "Glad to see you're feeling better." They watched their boys buying themselves drinks from the other bar across the room and then hitting the dance floor. Steven constantly made sure that he and Joel were positioned so that everyone in the club could enjoy the provocative dancing.
Steven grinded obscenely against Joel, who didn't seem to mind and then he started peeling off Joel's t-shirt. He also removed his own shirt (one of the new ones that Brendan had bought him) and threw it on the floor as he gave Brendan an obstinate look. A bunch of people (mostly men) rapidly gathered around the half naked boys, wanting to dance with them. Walker raised his eyebrows and looked at Brendan who frowned. Somehow the plan had backfired and Steven was really the one testing his patience. They decided that it was time to step in and they made their way through the crowded dance floor. When they finally reached their boys Walker grabbed Joel and transported him through the mass, towards the exit. Brendan saw them leaving the club with their mouths attached to each other.
Brendan watched as Steven continued with the obscene dancing in front of him. He picked up the kid's shirt and approached him. "What are you doing, Steven...?" he asked calmly. The boy didn't meet Brendan's gaze as he snarled: "Like you even care...and it's not like you can do anything about it." Brendan laughed and lifted the kid up and threw him over his shoulder without effort. The crowd parted for him as he carried the kicking and soundly protesting boy out from the club.
He didn't put the boy down before they reached the hotel and when he finally did so, Steven wasn't so cocky anymore. Brendan firmly escorted his young lover to the suite without saying a word before the door closed behind them. He then leaned in close and whispered into the boy's ear: "Manipulating me again, Steven? What did I tell you about that?" Steven looked shy and even younger than usual. "So you're not tired of me then?" he asked in a small voice. The Irishman put his big hands around the boy's face. "God, Steven. Is that what you thought? I want you more than anything, don't you know that by now?" he said softly.
Brendan ran a hand through the dirt blonde strands of hair. The boy looked curiously at him. "So you're not angry?" he asked. Brendan shook his head and continued to play with the soft hair. "No. Not at all. I know I acted weird this morning, it's just... I'll tell you about it another time," he said and caressed the boys smooth face, tracing his hand down to his chin, tilting it with his index finger. "However, dancing shirtless to provoke me is not an appropriate behaviour, Steven." The boy blushed and looked down, his mouth twitching slightly as he tried to hide the mischievous smile appearing on his lips. "You think that's funny, huh?" Brendan growled and pushed him down on his back in the large bed. "You need to be taught a lesson, my boy," he purred as he looked straight into Steven's eyes that were beaming with anticipation.
Brendan got up and fetched a large shopping bag that he had hidden in the wardrobe. "What's that?" the boy asked with anticipation. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," Brendan purred and pulled out a black piece of fabric from the bag. "Do you trust me, Steven?" he asked and held it in front of the boy's face. Steven swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah..." he whispered and let Brendan put the blindfold over his eyes. Brendan had tried it on earlier and he knew that it would block the boy's vision completely. The Irishman tugged Steven's trousers down, only leaving his boxers on. "Stay," he ordered huskily and picked up the bag again. He opened a box with two shiny metal handcuffs. Not just some cheap model, but the real thing. The shop him and Walker had visited while Joel and Steven had gone back to the hotel had had a big selection of top class toys. These handcuffs were likely to be the same model that police officers used and they had been expensive as hell. Not that it mattered, though, nothing was too good for his boy. Simply nothing.
Steven flinched at the sound of the cuffs and Brendan let out a low throaty laugh. He gently, but firmly guided Steven's arms up against the headboard that consisted of solid wooden bars. The first cuff clicked around Steven's left wrist and the boy gulped again. "Just relax and enjoy it, Steven. I'll take care of you," Brendan said as he secured the other slender wrist to the bed. The boy was totally exposed where he lay on his back, his arms stretched out and secured to the wodden bars. Brendan watched the young man's dick twitch in his boxers. "I should tie your legs as well, naughty boy, but for what I have planned I want you to be flexible so I'll leave them as they are..."
Brendan wanted Steven not to know about what was in store for him. So the first thing he did was to go straight for the kid's erection, stroking it in an almost clinical way. He touched only the throbbing dick and no other part of the kid's wanton body. Brendan made him come in the matter of seconds. "What...Brendan..?" Steven panted through the orgasm. Brendan pulled up the blindfold so that Steven could watch as he greedily licked the boy's spunk of his fingers. "No more questioning me, little boy, or I'll have to put a gag on you too," he purred and sucked the fingers clean."The only sounds I want to hear from you, is you screming my name when I make you come," Brendan added and covered the boy's eyes once again.
The Irishman reached for the bag again and brought out a box. He opened it and put the item in his hand. It was long, but not very wide, definitely thinner than his own cock. But Brendan was sure that it would fill it's purpose. He folded Steven's legs so that his thighs was pressing against his stomach. The kid was indeed flexible. He then squirted som lube along the crack and let the shiny item follow it's trail over the boy's very exposed anus. Steven rocked his hips, his dick rising proudly once again. It had only been a few minutes since he had came and he was already rock hard again. Horny little minx, Brendan thought and put the dildo against the lubed up entrance and slowly inserted it.
"C-cold!" Steven gasped and Brendan firmly slapped his right arse cheek. "What did I say about talking?" he purred and pushed the dildo further into the boy's clenching arse. It didn't stretch him much, since it was rather thin, but that was the point about it. The surprise... When it hit the boy's prostate gland Steven bit his lip and tried to fuck himself on it. Brendan grinned widely, pressing Steven down into the mattress with one hand as he switched on the vibrations with the other. The sounds coming out of the kid's mouth were carnal, guttural screams as Brendan moved the tip of the vibrator so it rubbed over the boy's sweet spot. He stroked the boy's leaking cock as he used the vibrator in him. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Oh, God!" Steven cursed and begged. Brendan shook his head. "Something needs to shut you up Steven," he said mockingly and manouvered himself so that he was positioned at the boy's side next to his head. He then turned the bound and blindfolded boy's face so that it was close to his crotch. "Suck," he ordered hoarsly and fed his throbbing cock to the boy. As Steven obediantly sucked at Brendan's erection, the older man stroked the lad's dick and fucked him with the vibrator. Steven of course, didn't last long and the beautiful boy orgasmed once again.
Usually Brendan would leave him for a while to regain some powers, but since he was teaching the kid a lesson he went straight for the boy's arse. "I think you need something bigger up here, don't you Steven," he purred as he removed the vibrator from the exahusted boy. He lubed up the entrance again and pushed his big dick deeply into the tight little arse hole. "Fuck fuck fuck!" Steven groaned. Brendan tutted and picked up the boy's boxers from the bed. "You never learn, do you, my boy?" Brendan said softly and inserted the curled up underwear into the lad's mouth.
Blindfolded, bound and gagged. And Steven was growing hard again as Brendan thrusted into him, filling him, owning him, using him and loving him all at the same time. The blindfold was suddenly in the way. Brendan felt the stronge urge to look into the boy's eyes, see the desire and submission in those ponds of blue. He removed the fabric from Steven's eyes and also took out the gagging device from the boy's mouth. He wanted to hear him too. "Brendan..." Steven panted, as his eyes adjusted to the light. "Such a good boy, Steven. Now come for me," Brendan groaned.
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He sat up in the bed, panting. The room was dark and quiet and only the peaceful sounds of Steven's breathing were heard. The dreadful nightmare again. It was awful and accussing, saying that he should have done more, that he should have protected him, rescued him. Brendan decided it was time he told Steven about his past. He deserved to know about Vinnie.
To be continued...
