A/N: Excuse the delay, been a stressful two weeks being back at work along with a (thankfully brief) bout of depression, should be getting back to your regular sat/sun updates from now on. Thanks for your patience.
Ste was rudely awoken an hour or so later by a sharp pinch to his ass, a mouth quickly covering own and stifling the indignant cuss he tried to let out, he relaxed into the kiss, licking lazily into the hot mouth on his, the feel of a moustache against his skin reminding him just who he was in bed with. He grinned sleepily when they parted,
"Mornin'," he mumbled, "What time is it?" he asked, Brendan looking past him,
"Almost five," Ste frowned at that,
"Right, well I'm goin' back to sleep then thanks," Ste chuckled, closing his eyes and going to wriggle closer to Brendan, frowning when Brendan's hand held his shoulder and shook him,
"Not here you're not," Brendan urged, he didn't sound harsh or unkind, but Ste's feeling of bliss faltered hard-core and he opened his eyes to give Brendan a confused look,
"Huh?" he let out, swallowing nervously, terrified he was just another one night stand,
"As much as I'd like to keep you here," Brendan inched close again then, pulling Ste's hips to press his apparent interest against the teen's morning wood, "the longer you stay, the more likely it is Deccy'll catch us," he grimaced and Ste let out a mournful sigh, he was right about that,
"Aright…" he sulked, rolling out of bed and hunting down his boxers, pulling them on quickly and piling his clothes into his arms.
He didn't expect Brendan to follow him, but the man had donned his own boxers and rushed to step in front of Ste, squinting down the corridor before gesturing for Ste to follow him out; they stepped into the small laundry room that separated Ste's room from the hallway, Brendan taking Ste's wrist and turning him to press his back against the door, closing it,
"When can I see you like this again?" he asked, touching his forehead to Ste's before pressing a light kiss to his lips,
"Well accordin' to you lot, I live here now, don't I?" Ste whispered, biting his lip as he smiled at Brendan,
"Yeah… yeah you do…" Brendan trailed a finger carefully down Ste's chest, bypassing the bundle of clothes in Ste's arms in favour of tracing the waistband of his boxers, tucking his finger under the elastic and running the back of his finger across Ste's hip a few times, "good…" he murmured, the two sharing another oddly chaste kiss before Brendan stepped back and nodded for Ste to get into his room, Ste gave him a quick smile before stepping back towards him and giving him another kiss,
"Sure you don't wanna come in quick?" he asked, even with the brief travel he was still sporting wood and Brendan hadn't exactly softened up either.
"Steven," he smiled, "We're pushing it already," he seemed reluctant, but he eased around Ste and reached for the door, he seemed to change his mind though, opting to smack Ste's ass sharply and pull the door open with the other hand. Ste dropped his clothes on the floor as he covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the stinging cheek with the other, fuming when he turned to scowl at Brendan, "Goodnight Steven," the older man smirked as he pulled the door closed.
He stood rubbing his backside where he'd been hit, pouting miserably and half expecting Brendan to pop back in, but he never did, so he scooped his clothes back up and carried them into his room, dumping them on the floor before climbing into bed. He stretched out lazily on his back, yawning as his muscles ached, it felt good though, and it kind of reminded him of how he used to feel the morning after they won a game, starting to get sore but blissed out. He smiled dopily and ran his hand over the empty space beside him, wishing he was still curled up next to Brendan but managing to doze off anyway.
His stomach woke him up, along with a stupid amount of pain in his face, but his stomach was the more pressing issue, grumbling angrily at him as he slowly sat up; he winced as he did, feeling the reminder of his night with Brendan, it caused him to smile to himself, oddly thrilled by the mild discomfort he felt when he moved. He pushed off of the bed and found himself a pair of cottony jogging bottoms, pulling them on carefully before edging out of his room, he checked Brendan's room, the door was open and the room was pristine, like nobody had been there at all, let alone fucked there. He padded down the hallway and nudged Declan's door open, seeing the teen on his belly, smiling to himself as he slept heavily; Ste kept on smirking to himself and headed downstairs, hearing the quick fall of footsteps on a treadmill but bypassing the home gym, he wanted pizza, then he'd find Brendan, and hopefully Declan would still be zonked out when he did.
He was waiting impatiently for the microwave to heat up a couple of slices when arms wrapped around him and a searing body pressed flush to his back, he could feel sweat dampening his skin even through the thin vest Brendan wore, a useless barrier between their skin.
"Steven," Brendan greeted, one hand resting on Ste's bare abdomen whilst the other pushed down past the waistband of his jogging bottoms, groping him through his boxers, Ste leant back against him and closed his eyes, ignoring the beeping of the microwave in favour of rocking his hips into Brendan's touch, hands resting on the counter.
"Mornin'…" he hummed happily, tilting his head back against Brendan's shoulder, surprised but welcoming the kiss that Brendan pressed to his mouth, deepening it with a push of tongue. Brendan's hand came up to press against his neck and cheek, keeping him in place whilst the kiss got messy and heated, all tongue and teeth as they breathed into one another, the throaty sounds that escaped the older man went straight to the teen's prick. Ste had to pull away though, nose bumping Brendan's and spiking pain, "Ow," he sulked, hating that he was the reason they'd stopped kissing, hating it more when Brendan's hand stilled.
"You okay?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ste's mouth carefully,
"Nose," Ste huffed as an explanation, Brendan smiling and brushing his fingers along Ste's jaw, no longer forcing the teen to turn to him,
"It'll heal," he assured, pressing a light kiss to Ste's temple instead, hand beginning to shift on Ste's covered dick again, squeezing and stroking and running the risk of invoking a mess.
"Brendan," Ste gasped as Brendan's thumb rubbed fabric against the slit of his prick, the slight roughness was torture but it felt great, especially with Brendan pressing his own hard on against Ste's back, Ste honestly didn't know where to push. Brendan pushed past the fabric separating hand from cock, fisting his cock and jerking him off with more determination now, no longer a lazy, casual fondling and Ste began to fuck into Brendan's fist. His hands slipped from the counter and he reached back to curl his fingers in Brendan's vest at his sides, leaning back on him again and wishing he could turn and bury his face into the man's neck, to inhale the scent of sweat and faded antiperspirant and Brendan.
He was glad he had Brendan to lean on as he came, knees practically giving up as he covered Brendan's hand with his cum, ruining any chances of him being able to continue wearing his moustachioed boxers. He'd somehow managed to suppress his cry, letting out a shuddering, breathless moan as he sagged against the older man, smiling when Brendan mouthed at his neck and left little wet patches on his skin. Brendan's hand left his cock and withdrew from his pants, the man stopping his open mouthed kisses to Ste's neck in favour of looking at the mess Ste had made of his hand. Ste sucked in a breath and held it, remembering the way Brendan had hungrily lapped cum off of his fingers in the locker room, wondering if he was about to do it again, but his hopes were dashed by a clatter upstairs and some angry swearing. Brendan jerked away from him like a shot, rushing to the sink and washing his hands hastily, leaving Ste to make like he hadn't creamed his pants and forgotten about his pizza.
They acted as normal as they could for a good five minutes without sign of Declan, their panic had been for nothing and Ste's cum felt a lot less fun now it was dampening his boxers as he sat eating his lukewarm pizza. He'd regretted heating it up now, because Brendan was throwing together one hell of a fry up, well, two different types, half the pans on the hob were full of vegetarian alternatives, but Ste liked the look of what Brendan was preparing for himself.
"You want some Steven?" he asked offhandedly,
"I've got this…" Ste sighed miserably as stringy cheese clung to his finger and he tried to chew the warm goo off,
"You're welcome to more you know," Brendan pointed out, and it sounded a little odd, "this is your home now and you're welcome to whatever you want, whether it's food, the gym, or hair product, I don't care, use it," he shrugged,
"Well…" Ste mumbled, he felt a bit self-conscious, like Brendan suspected he had been underfed at home, which wasn't exactly false, "Amy says I've got hollow legs, I guess I could probably go for some o' that," he forced a grin and made a bit of a show of blatantly eyeing Brendan up,
"The fry up too?" Brendan smirked, and Ste felt like the man was letting his evasion go, rather than missing the fact that it was there in the first place. He nodded and slid off his seat, walking a little awkwardly as he went to dump the crusts in the bin and place the plate next to the ones Brendan had put out on the side.
"You really need to stop ruinin' my boxers," Ste sighed, pulling at the crotch of said boxers and grimacing,
"You ruined those," Brendan hummed matter-of-factly,
"Wha… piss off…" Ste huffed, folding his arms across his bare chest as he leant a hip against the counter. He gave Brendan a narrowed look but Brendan had this half smile on his face that made Ste melt a little inside, he couldn't help but grin back, he was about to move and kiss Brendan, but thought better of it, deciding to return to the counter and sit down, drumming his fingers on the surface as he watched Brendan plating up three breakfasts.
He knew he was staring, but he was just appreciating that muscular back under the thin vest Brendan had worn to work out in; it was hard for him to believe he'd slept with the man standing before him, that this drop dead gorgeous bloke had been his first, he wanted to boast about it, but there wasn't anyone he could safely tell, and he didn't want to annoy Brendan by being too full on. He also didn't want to admit to Brendan that he'd been a virgin up until the Irishman had laid hands on him, he wasn't ashamed, he just thought it would scare him off, he was already so weird about Ste's age as it was.
"Declan!" Brendan's shout brought Ste back into reality, he'd zoned out thinking about Brendan that it hadn't really registered that Brendan had turned and placed a plate of food and some cutlery in front of him, eyes just following the older man as he headed to the door to shout up to Declan to draw him downstairs.
Ste was tucking into his second breakfast eagerly when Declan finally dragged himself downstairs, and he wasn't a happy bunny, that much was clear,
"Ugh stop shoutin'…" Declan groaned, clutching his head as he dropped into the seat next to Ste, the noise he made when Brendan put food in front of him had Ste leaning away and dragging his plate a few inches with him,
"Er don't boke on me breakfast Dec,"
"Talk quieter," Declan hissed, "Da I can't eat this…" Declan whined,
"I cooked it in separate shit like you said last time," Brendan grunted as he sat down on the other side of Ste and began shovelling his own food into his mouth,
"I feel sick… I think I'm dyin'…" Declan groaned, pressing his face into the counter next to his plate, obviously relishing in the cool surface.
"How much did he drink?" Brendan asked Ste, not covering his mouth as he continued chewing food,
"I dunno… less than me…" Ste had sobered up pretty well before sleeping, so he wasn't having the same issue as he best friend,
"Christ… he's a light weight…" Brendan sighed, he didn't sound angry, in fact there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he said it, "Deccy, you're hungover," Brendan said slowly, sounding apologetic that he had to be the one to give Declan the bad news. He'd leant closer to Ste to say it, and with Declan face down and eyes closed on the counter, he took a chance and ran his fingers across the back of Ste's hand lightly, shifting back and returning his attention to his food a moment later.
"But I'm Irish…" Declan mumbled grumpily, and Ste had to laugh at that,
"Yeah I thought the Irish were well good at drinkin'," he was louder than he meant to be, and Declan let out a miserable sob in response, but Brendan stopped eating,
"Yeah but Deccy's mam's a Northerner ain't she," Brendan gestured at Declan like he was dirty for being part Northern, but Ste was just confused.
"Northerner? I though she was Irish…" he frowned,
"Northern Irish Steven, as in from the Northern part of Ireland, the reason why 'The UK' is a term, don't they teach you this stuff in school?" he pointed at Ste with his fork, looking sceptical.
"Wot like they teach me shit at school, they all think I'm thick don't they, you heard Lynsey, them pricks think I'm a lost cause," he bit out, stuffing food in his mouth in the hopes of signalling that was the end of that conversation.
It worked to an extent, the conversation died down but he could feel Brendan's eyes on him, and he didn't dare look for fear of it being some level of concern about how defeated he'd sounded about his intelligence. It wasn't the first time it had come up and last time Ste had been saved by Declan's warning look, but this time Declan was hungover and miserable, and ready to slouch off to bed again once he'd choked down his food, so Ste felt like something was going to come up.
When Declan did finally leave, Brendan said nothing, and Ste was hopeful that would remain the case, figuring he'd avoid it entirely by running off for a shower and a change of clothes, startling when he returned to his room in a towel and found Brendan sat on his bed, waiting for him. He took a moment to recover from the surprise before pulling the door closed and giving Brendan a bit of a display by dropping his towel, hoping this was that kind of visit. He was disappointed when Brendan turned his gaze away, finding the clothes Ste had set out for himself and tossing the clean (if slightly weathered) boxers to him, but he missed the catch and let them fall to the floor,
"Put some clothes on Steven," he insisted, still not looking at Ste. Ste let out a huff and crouched to pick up the boxers, pulling them on as he stood up, disappointed that Brendan had some other motivation for catching him fresh out of the shower.
"What d'you want?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest impatiently, waiting for Brendan to speak,
"Do you have a lot of trouble in school?"
"UGH!" Ste let out in annoyance, gesturing loosely before balling his hands into his hair, he didn't want this conversation with anyone, let alone Brendan,
"Steven I'm just concerned here, school's importa—"
"Shut up, just… shut up okay? It's none of yer business alright?" he interrupted, "Besides what happened to 'oh I went straight into work from school'? School ain't important,"
"Steven I at least finished school," Brendan gave him a hard stare and Ste bristled, he imagined this was what it was like to be told off by a parent who didn't want to kick your head in, and he didn't like it any more than he liked what Terry did when it came to Ste's school life.
"Big whoop for you, yer not thick like me," he grumbled, arms folded again,
"Steven…" Brendan stood slowly, approaching Ste and resting his hands on Ste's arms, just above his elbows, he rubbed his thumbs on the soft flesh at the inside of Ste's arms, "Steven look at me,"
"Right just leave off… I don't wanna talk about it… you're not my dad… you're… you can't play dad with me…" he mumbled, feeling unsure,
"I'm not tryin' to, c'mere," he moved a hand, touching Ste's hairline and tracing down to his jaw, turning his face so Ste was looking at him. They shared a short, intimate kiss and Ste felt himself relaxing, lowering his defences and feeling infinitely more at ease, "I just want you to know we can talk about this," he brushed his thumb against Ste's cheek and Ste leant into the touch,
"Nothin' to talk about," Ste dismissed,
"Okay, okay nothin' to talk about…" Brendan agreed quietly, "but when there is, you know where I am," he thumbed at Ste's lip briefly before backing away, Ste was sort of grateful for the distance, he wasn't in the mood for anything more than their brief touching anymore.
"You're goin'?" Ste asked, beginning to fidget,
"Well, I should go see if Deccy's still alive," Brendan chuckled, "but then there's somethin' in my way," he was smirking then, giving Ste a thorough look over before stepping towards him again, this time reaching and trailing fingers down his stomach, over fading bruises,
"nuh-uh," Ste denied with a hand on Brendan's, "not these pants, I'll run out," he laughed,
"Then take them off," was Brendan's bright solution to that one, but Ste felt mixed, not to mention sore, his shower had soothed some aches and awoken others.
"I don't… I don't want to…" he admitted, feeling guilty for denying Brendan, but Brendan's touch left his skin and his confused look was answered with one of acknowledgement as Brendan stepped back once more,
"You should get dressed, oh and by the way, Lynsey called, she's willing to explain your absence if you need a bit of time off," he seemed oddly aloof, like he hadn't just made a pass at Ste, which was something Ste needed to learn to do himself, so as to not arouse suspicion.
"Oh… alright…" he nodded, ducking away from the door and going to his clothes, pausing when Brendan reached out and pushed a hand through his hair, it was tender and brief, Ste didn't even have a chance to turn before the door clicked shut and he was on his own.
He remained alone for most of the day, getting dressed and sitting cross-legged on the bed, his school bag upturned in front of him, its contents were spread out in disarray. Atop the pile of vandalised text books and doodled in notebooks was the crumpled letter he was supposed to hand over to his parents weeks ago, he'd meant to throw it away, he should have, knowing his backpack wasn't exactly safe from potential prying, not that it mattered, they'd been mailed a letter just like it and everything had gone to hell. He shook the thought from his head and looked down at the words on the paper, he knew what they said, he'd read it a hundred times, could probably even recite it at this point, not that he needed to, he'd had the rant first hand from his teacher.
He couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should talk to Brendan, but he wasn't sure what he'd be able to do, he was just bad at English, he'd revised to hell and back and still ended up with an ungraded.
He heard the laundry room door open and screwed up the letter, tossing it forcefully across the room and watching it hit the chest of drawers and fall behind it, then there was a knock at the door and it cracked open to reveal Declan,
"Hey mate," Declan greeted groggily, he still looked rough as shit at mid-afternoon, which Ste tried not to laugh at,
"Hiya, how you feelin'?" he asked, about ready to shove all his books off and onto the floor, like he was ashamed of it,
"Better I guess…" Declan shrugged, "Da told me you an him…" he trailed off and for a heartbeat Ste was terrified that Brendan had made some guilt-ridden announcement to the teen, "about your school stuff," he elaborated with a vague gesture, "I think you should talk to someone properly you know?"
"Not you an' all," Ste sighed, "I'll sort it,"
"We're mates, you know I won't piss you about, can't I just look at your work?" Declan tried, but Ste gave him a withering look and the Irish teen grew sheepish, "Alright, sorry," he scratched the back of his neck as he stood in the doorway, "How's your nose doin'?" he asked after a while. Ste had begun flipping pages in a science book, pausing when Declan spoke to him,
"Still hurts… I don't think I'm gonna go in tomorrow," he admitted, he'd thought about it and he'd rather not face people just yet, plus he could stay at home with Brendan, which was a nice thought.
"Huh? Oh… makes sense…" Declan sounded a little disappointed there, "you want me to talk to Amy?" he asked,
"Nah… I'll talk to her about it another day, just… don't tell her owt… yeah?" he felt bad asking Declan to keep something as huge as this from Amy, but it would be better coming from him rather than through Declan.
"You sure? She needs to know…" Declan mumbled,
"She'll know when I come an' tell her," he'd said it harsher than he had meant to and Declan visibly shrank, though Ste was hoping it was hangover related,
"Should I at least tell her you're at my da's?" he sounded like he regretted asking, and Ste felt guilty for that, knowing it was because he'd snapped already.
"I don't know… maybe? Sure… or… I'll borrow your phone… can I call her?" he asked,
"She's out with her fella at the moment," Declan answered, "texted her earlier," he added,
"Ah right… I'll try tomorrow then, just… if she asks, tell her I'm not well…" it was a flimsy excuse he'd used a thousand times, he'd just have to use it once more, just until he could explain things himself. Declan nodded but he didn't look happy, he'd been on the other end of that lie and Ste knew it hurt him, he felt guilty about it every damned time he said it, but this time he thought maybe Declan could understand.
In the end, Declan reluctantly agreed to the excuse, going into school the next morning after promising Ste he wouldn't say a word outside of him being unwell, leaving Ste sat at home in pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved t-shirt, a cup of coffee in cloth covered hands as he watched some morning cartoons. Brendan seemed to have taken to avoiding him, exercising harder and longer before emerging and heading straight upstairs to shower and change, leaving Ste to wonder if he'd done something wrong; he didn't want to ask though, fearful that he'd come across as clingy or something equally juvenile, so he waited for Brendan to make some kind of move, social or otherwise.
He eventually did, sitting an awkward yet small distance away from Ste, a mug of coffee in one hand as he drummed the fingers of the other against his thigh,
"I was thinkin'," he said, "I've got some things I can do at the club… if you want the place to yourself," he nodded as he spoke, looking dead ahead and taking a swig of his drink.
"You don't have t'go…" Ste said quietly, "I'd like it if you stayed…" he added with a bit more confidence,
"Here's me thinkin' you were sick of me already," Brendan laughed, finally looking over at Ste, who gave him a frown, "after that talk… you didn't even come down for dinner,"
"Felt like bein' on me own is all, today? Nah," he gave a smirk that Brendan returned in kind before leaning over to him, kissing him. Ste smiled against his lips before trying to move to deepen it without spilling his coffee or Brendan's, he managed it for the most part but a slosh of hot coffee just about missed his lap and they parted to place their drinks on the coffee table before laying their hands on one another once more. Brendan forcibly pulled Ste onto his lap, not missing a beat, his hands curling around Ste's backside and squeezing, dragging him closer and Ste could feel Brendan getting hard, his own dick tenting his cotton pants as he ground down against the older man. He kissed Brendan harder, ignoring the slight twinge of pain as their noses bumped when he tilted his head and their tongues met, tasting the sickly sweet of Brendan's sugary coffee on his tongue. These kisses were something else, something dirtier and more involved than Ste ever really expected a kiss to be, it felt how Ste thought porn was supposed to look, but failed to, and the fact that he was living it, experiencing it first-hand, spurred him on beyond all belief.
He needed to get his clothes off, murmured as much against Brendan's mouth before parting to pull his t-shirt up over his head, he'd wanted to kiss Brendan again but teeth grazed his chest, biting lightly before licking the slight indentations. Brendan's hands pushed down the back of Ste's pyjama pants and groped at flesh, Ste grinned and touched his hands to Brendan's hair, scratching against Brendan's scalp in some weird attempt at showing his appreciation of Brendan's mouth on his skin and hands on his ass.
"Bren please," he whispered, head back as he curved his spine and pressed closer to Brendan's touch, rolling his hips. The movement had Brendan's hands dragging him in, grinding him harder and closer and all Ste could think was that he wanted Brendan inside him again as soon as possible,
"Tell me what you want Steven," Brendan purred against his chest, trailing kisses up his sternum and looking up at Ste, who dipped down and kissed him,
"Want to feel you inside me again," he whispered across Brendan's lips, feeling them curl into a wicked smirk before they pressed hard to his. He realised quickly that Brendan had prepared for any eventuality before he'd sat down next to him, feeling Brendan's hands leave his backside, one slipping between Ste's knee and his thigh, fishing in his pocket before his hands were back behind Ste and a cap clicked open. Brendan had parted their kiss to meet his gaze, eyes dark with lust as cold wet fingers pried Ste's cheeks apart and traced the crack, ghosting over his asshole and making him jump at the shock of cold. Ste moaned as a finger slid back to tease at his asshole, stroking against the muscle until it relaxed a little and he pushed the tip inside, "C'mon more, hurry," Ste whispered as he shifted to hold Brendan closer, pushing his ass back into Brendan's hands. Brendan let out a breathy chuckle and obliged, slowly starting to fuck Ste with one finger, it felt so good, even one finger felt like it was filling him, pushing deep and drawing slow out. He mouthed pleas against Brendan's shoulder and Brendan was eager to please, soon pushing two lubed fingers into Ste, fucking him loose enough for a third before withdrawing and stretching Ste's pants further down his thighs, the teen's cock standing proud above the now taut waistband.
A quick slap to Ste's backside had him up on his knees so Brendan could push his own trousers down and slip a condom onto his hard cock, his hand found Ste's hip and he guided him down, drawing him closer. Ste bit his lip as he felt the head of Brendan's cock press against his asshole, willing himself to relax so he could take Brendan to the hilt in one slow, delicious push; he had to roll his hips a little for the last inch and it drew out a godly sound from Brendan. He settled himself in Brendan's lap, adjusting to feeling so full, the discomfort passed quicker this time but he didn't move, stroking his fingers through Brendan's hair and just studying his face, taking in the hunger in Brendan's eyes, the parted lips that curled into a half smile, he kissed Brendan's open mouth. He started to move then, lifting himself a little and pushing back down, slowly starting to fuck himself on Brendan's cock, rubbing his own cock against Brendan's stomach. Brendan had both hands on Ste's arse, pulling him down as his hips drove up, matching Ste's movements and rhythm perfectly, grunting hotly into the teen's mouth as he filled him and fucked him.
Ste broke into a sweat pretty quickly, panting and moaning as loudly as he wanted now Declan was out of the house completely, he smiled against Brendan's mouth at the thought and shifted as best he could to get better leverage and get Brendan into him deeper and faster.
"God Bren," he gasped, biting at Brendan's mouth, licking his way in and sealing their mouths together in a wet mess, Brendan didn't seem keen on being so passive though, and when they parted for a breath he man handled Ste onto his back, but Ste put his hands to Brendan's chest, "Wait," he protested, feeling Brendan withdraw completely now. He tried to keep his eyes on Brendan's face as he shoved his pants down to his ankles and twisted over onto his stomach, Brendan looked him over and smiled,
"Alright," he hummed low, standing and pushing his own trousers down further, grabbing Ste's hips and forcibly dragging the teen to the edge of the sofa, setting him so his hips were resting on the arm and his face was buried in the warm leather where they'd just been sat. Ste had wanted it like this, sort of, but hadn't expected to be cast over the arm of the chair like he was being punished, Brendan soon dispelling that feeling by stroking at his hips and ass before pushing into him in one long deep thrust, Ste let out an appreciative moan, muffled by the cushions, and Brendan set to brutalising his near-virgin asshole. This, Ste had to admit, was a huge turn on for him, he had a bit of a 'type' and nothing in it said 'gentle lover', so to feel his cock rubbing rough against leather, slicking it with precum whilst his hips pressed uncomfortably into the arm of the chair, it was awesome.
He was unbearably vocal even when muffled and Brendan's hand slid down his spine to push against his shoulders and push him harder into the cushions, which had him moaning even more every time Brendan's cock rammed into him. He could hear Brendan's grunting over the sound of his own moans and pumping heart and he sounded so gorgeous and masculine as he filled Ste so completely; he wanted to get his hand under himself to jerk off in time with Brendan's hard fucks but he couldn't without pinning his arm under his stomach, so instead he clawed at the leather seat and pushed his toes into the hardwood floor to try push back against the slam of Brendan's hips.
A glance over his shoulder had him seeing Brendan looking down at where they were joined, he looked so intent and awed by the way his cock pushed into Ste's tight asshole, Brendan caught his eye and pointedly dug his fingers into his hips hard enough that Ste knew it would bruise. The hand on Ste's back moved to brace the older man above him as he leant over Ste in a way that had the angle of his cock driving sweet bliss into the teen's cries. Ste couldn't help the incoherent babbling that left him as he tried to rub his cock just right against the arm of the chair, unable to touch himself and not quite there despite Brendan's efforts and the way all he could smell was sex and well-kept leather.
"Brendan fuck I…" he trailed off with a moan and Brendan shifted his hand from Ste's hip and curled around his cock instead, stroking him and keeping the brutal pace of his dicking. Brendan's fist was tight around Ste's cock, jacking him in shorter strokes, inadvertently telling Ste he was close to finishing as his hips staggered and his rhythm completely fucked up, the staggered slam of hips against his ass and the desperate push of cock inside him had Ste burying his face in the leather, smothering his cries of pleasure. Brendan's cries were more breathless huffs of 'God Steven' before his hips stilled flush to Ste's ass and he came, he pulled out and Ste lifted his head to shoot a pathetic look at the older man, taking Brendan's offered hand despite himself and letting the man roll him onto his back, his wet, pre-cum slicked cock standing painfully hard, pushed higher by the way his hips rested on the arm of the chair.
"Bren…" he pouted, not managing to look disheartened for long, as Brendan traced his fingers down the underside of Ste's cock, marvelling it before encircling it with his hand once more and pumping his cock like he was jerking himself off, turning his stare to Ste's face. Ste felt his skin prickle with heat as Brendan leered at him, getting embarrassed for reasons beyond him and casting his arms about his face to hide from Brendan's predatory stare.
"Steven look at me," Brendan growled low, slowing his hand on Ste's cock, teasing fingers driving Ste crazy, thumb dragging slow along the glans, tracing the shape as Ste finally peered between his forearms, cheeks aflame and hoping that was enough. It wasn't, Brendan gave a slight upward nod of his head as if to coax him out, smiling at him, a sheen of sweat covered him and he looked as fucked as Ste felt. Ste gradually shifted his arms, stretching them above his head and looking shyly at Brendan, who smiled at him and tightened his grasp on the teen's cock, pumping quicker again, pushing three fingers of his other hand into Ste's fucked hole for good measure. He pushed deep and curled his fingers just so, giving Ste's cock a squeeze as he touched something inside Ste that had his toes curling, his body tensing, and a cry ripping through him, he came a heartbeat later, creaming Brendan's fist and his own stomach.
His cry devolved into a mantra of 'oh fuck's and he sagged on the couch, lying there with his chest heaving and his eyes closed, just basking in the overwhelming aftershocks of his orgasm. He cracked open an eye when fingers tapped his cheek, seeing Brendan hovering over him,
"Head up," he urged and Ste lifted his head, surprised when Brendan sat down and guided him back down onto his lap. Ste scooted up the couch so he was more on Brendan's lap and wasn't dangling over the edge quite as much, lying there looking up at Brendan's quiet concentration as the man wiped away the evidence of Ste's orgasm, gently handling Ste's soft prick with a slightly cold wet cloth then wiping down between his legs. It was nice and intimate and Ste wanted to say something, feeling dumb when he finally did,
"I could get used to this," he smiled, Brendan let out a huff of a laugh,
"Think we should keep fucking on the couch to a minimum, don't you Steven?" Brendan cocked an eyebrow and ran the cool cloth up Ste's stomach.
"Was a bit uncomfy," Ste admitted with a grin, "Felt mint though,"
"You like it rough?" Brendan asked though there was a hint of unsureness in his voice, like he maybe regretted being so full on with Ste,
"Think so yeah, ask me in a bit when I'm feelin' it," he chuckled, he knew he'd be sore after that, he'd been sore after Brendan was sort of careful with him, he didn't mind though, he liked the reminder.
He abruptly kicked his legs up into the air so he could pull his pyjama pants back on from where they were dangling from his left ankle, wriggling into them before resting his feet on the arm of the chair, knees bent and body curled towards Brendan, looking up at him and just watching him quietly.
He hoped that now they'd fucked again, Brendan wouldn't be so apprehensive around him, that maybe they could fit into something less 'one off' feeling, and maybe he could act like Brendan was his boyfriend and maybe convince himself he really was. He gave a stupid smile at the thought of casually flirting with Brendan, of watching movies and hanging out and just acting like this wasn't some huge secret they wouldn't dare share.
"What're you smilin' at?" Brendan asked, smiling down at him in a way that got Ste's heart pushing into his throat,
"Nothin'," he shrugged, "It's stupid…" he added, he didn't want to open up about it, he wasn't sure he would if Brendan prompted further, but a little part of him felt daring enough to give it a shot.
"Steven," Brendan tutted, disapproving of Ste's self-deprecation,
"Well it is," Ste huffed, "I thought… I dunno… with Dec bein' at his mams… we could act… you know… normal…" he explained lamely, "but then I thought… I don't even know what that'd mean for us, you know… if there's an 'us'… I feel like there is…" he was rambling and he wished he'd not opened his mouth, because Brendan had narrowed his eyes and was staring at the coffee table, making the teen nervous.
"I've never really done normal…" Brendan hummed after, casually stroking his fingers through Ste's hair, "wouldn't be so bad…" he mused, Ste warmed at that, relaxing and turning to look at the TV that was still on, amused that they'd just fucked with kid's cartoons playing in the background.
