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Brendan's POV
(Edit - Added in detailing, tidied up and generally faffed with bits I've rushed...)
He doesn't look at him, keeps his eyes on the whiskey he's circling the glass with. Marriage. He hadn't thought about it. He didn't think they needed to get married. When he had started thinking about putting Steven on the deeds it was about making sure that if anything happened to him Steven was taken care of legally. Cheryl wouldn't kick Steven out or anything like that but if she decided to sell up he wouldn't be entitled to a penny.
Marriage though… He glanced at Steven over his shoulder, he was looking up at the ceiling, properly cursing himself. He's not sure he meant it the way he said it. Flippant. Maybe he hadn't thought about it either.
"You want to get married?" He asks, just needs to check.
"Dunno." Steven shrugs, sulking, defiantly didn't mean to say it like that.
"You either do or you don't. Yes or no?"
"Yes then."
"Okay." He downs the whiskey.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Steven wants to get married he's not against it. There's no harm in it… He actually quite likes the idea now. Steven one of the family officially instead of just being one of them anyway. Steven his officially. Committed to each for the rest of their lives and this time he'd actually mean his vows. Feel their truth and believe them…
"That a proposal?"
"You proposed to me." He smirks a little. "Easier to get married. I agree… Should have got down on one knee though Steven, it's almost like you don't want to be my wife."
"Wife? You can get that out of your head right now."
"And here's your wife now." Peter smirks at him as Steven dodges his way through the last of the dancers gyrating to the music blaring from Kicker's lorry. Peter's been calling Steven his wife for years. Tried his little woman and received a glare so hard from Steven that he hadn't dared to try that one again. There were levels of teasing that Steven would take and others that he wouldn't let slide.
"Get bent Pete." Steven takes the glass of vodka coke out of his hand and takes a slip. He's learnt the hard way to check what he's drinking at rider's parties. There's some lethal combinations that go round. Everyone had agreed that drinking the punch was only for the serious hard-core drinkers, there was no telling what had gone in it.
"So you've tamed the untameable what did you do? Tortured him? Withheld sex?" Peter elbows him. "Have to get that written into the vows mate, a ban on the sex ban."
"No chance of that they're both complete sluts." Ann pipes up.
"Mr Brady?" He sighs. "I'm Scott Hales." He's been trying to avoid him all day. Ever since Iain had caught him in the morning and insisted strongly that he had to take on a young rider to mentor. Reminding him that being a member of the senior Irish team had responiblities and that it was important to everyone including the selectors that he was seen to take an interest in the furture of the sport. "Iain said I would find you here. I was wondering if you had a few minutes."
Scott Hales had been coming up the ranks at an impressive rate his multi-millionaire father and his friends had seen to that buying him two top horses and three to bring on that everyone had been trying to get the ride on. He'd been to see two of the three but he couldn't get the asking price down far enough for any of his owners to consider it.
"What can I do for you?" What can I do to get you to disappear? He doesn't think that would go down too well.
"I wanted to know what our training schedule will be. If you wanted me to bring my horses down to your yard for a few days to do a bit of work, see where I can improve."
"Iain only asked this morning I haven't had time to think about it. Give me your number and I'll get back to you with some dates." Or whatever.
Scott steps close as he puts his number into his phone. He's not blind. Scott's a beautiful young man, slender, brown hair with blonde highlights, hazel eyes. Time was he'd have had him bent over every surface of the lorry… He sees the twist in Steven's lip and tries not to smirk. There's something about Steven being jealous that drives him mad. All aggressive, pouty… There's nothing better than fucking a jealous Steven… Like he tries to prove that there's nothing that anyone else could possibly give him that could match what Steven and his lust can do to him. He's wild when he's jealous, fingers clawing and mouth biting trying to mark him, it sparks in his guts and sets him off, until for all that Steven's claiming him he's claiming him back, a battle field that only ends when his got Steven falling apart in his hands, in his mouth, over his body. Beautiful and his. Nothing compares to loosing himself in Steven. He doesn't think that Steven's realised that. There's no one else that can or has ever come close.
"So you'll call me yeah?"
"Okay." He has to admit that the way Scott looks at him, that awe inspired, hero worship that has his ego flattered. He's still got it. Didn't think he ever lost it but it's nice to have it confirmed, he could still fuck anybody he wanted, only he doesn't want to because they're all pale comparisons.
"Yeah he'll call you." Steven grates out.
He sees Scott give Steven a look up and down then looks back at him and gives him a sly smile as he turns to walk away. That lad is lucky that Steven didn't see that or he knows that they'd have been trouble properly a punch being thrown. Steven's a live wire.
"What's with that?" Steven step almost following Scott before he turns back to him.
"I told you I'm mentoring Hales." He'd told him when he'd bitched about it. Although it wasn't technically bitching because he doesn't bitch he was… Expressing his distaste.
"Never said he'd gotten hot. Didn't look like that last time I saw him."
"He's certainly grown up." He's worked hard on his body, he'd obviously started going to the gym, filled out. He had a PR woman that worked on his team now to get him in all the magazine's doing features and how to's, he was being hailed as the next pin up of Show Jumping. The kind of son that every mother would be proud to have dating their daughter, that every daughter and some son's wanted to date and who everyone else admired for his ability that was talked up so much… He's a long way off a top rider though.
He'd never wanted that kind of publicity. He had his sponsors he did what they asked, he had his owners, he went by having a good reputation within the equestrian world rather than courting the media. He didn't want his privet life broadcast.
"I'm going for another drink." Steven has a slight strop about his walk he frowns a tiny amount.
"You're meant to say not as hot as you." Ann states slapping his arm.
"Scott can't look as good as me." It's impossible.
He frowns a little as he sees Steven knocking back two shots in quick succession before coming back over.
"Okay?"
"Fine."
He hates it. The stubborn line of his mouth. It was funny before, now with that hard line he knows that he's got it wrong. He forgets sometimes that Steven takes things too much to heart. That the armour on the outside, that mouth of his is a front to hide his insecurities only he thought they were past that.
Steven disappears to dance with Ann and a couple of the other grooms while he and Peter go into his lorry and knock back whiskey reminiscing about the old days and Peter's former wives, plural now. Another one had bitten the dust.
"I'm engaged." He smiles into his glass. He didn't think he'd ever say those words again. He thought he was done with marriage. He believes in it. He just never thought he'd meet anyone that he wanted to marry.
"Congratulations." He can tell he thinks he's mental but then Peter's just had his second divorce confirmed. "You and Ste… Good match."
"I think so."
"I didn't think it would work but credit to both of you, proved me wrong." Peter raises his glass. "How was Eileen when you told her?"
"We haven't. It'll be a red rag to a bull." He had spent a really good day with his kids and Steven as they went ice skating or rather he stood at the side while Steven went onto the ice with them. Watching them all together... His sons and his boyfriend, fiancé... Paddy skating rings around Steven while Deccy tried to help him stay up. He loved watching them together. Declan and Steven get along so well and Paddy starting to get used to more consistent visits. With Steven organising the yard and to a degree him, he has more time to spend with them. He hadn't wanted to spoil the day for any of them and he knew she would, she wouldn't be able to help herself she was still bitter. He'd tell her when they'd set a date.
"It's not like we're in a rush is it?" Steven stated as they drove to meet Chris and Ann with the lorry half way to the show so he could swap with Chris and he could take the car back home.
"No but sooner rather than later." He couldn't see the point in waiting.
He sees Steven dancing with Ann as he steps out of the lorry having put Peter to bed, one look and he knows that he's had too much to drink. His movements too loose, too much abandon. He slips a little and almost falls, Ann holds onto him and they end up giggling…
"Hey." He slips his arm around Steven's waist, he turns into him easily.
"Dance with me." Steven starts swaying and grabs his hands moving him. He sighs and lets Steven have his fun until he nearly falls over his own feet and he has to rescue him from landing on the tarmac.
"Time for bed."
"Aww but it's still early." Steven pouts. Those lips. He goes to claim them... "I love this song." He starts moving his hips to the music. Jesus. He places his hands on them and feels the movement through his fingers…
"Other things we could be doing." He says in his ear and watches Steven flush, drunk he's a wonderful contradiction of the confident gobby little shit he can be and the shy vulnerable young man, all on display, no hiding anything… Steven kisses him and it's sloppy and graceless but he loves it. Loves his boy drunk. Loves his boy sober. He licks at the plump bottom lip and lets his hands slip down further onto his jeans, pulling him closer.
"You do realise you're in public?" He sighs. He knows. He doesn't partially care all that much any more but at the same time he doesn't like sharing.
"Will you be alright?" He asks her. He knows she will she knows how to take care of herself but he wants to be sure.
"Fine, go on get him to bed. I'll give you an hour or two before I come back."
"State of him I wouldn't bother." He's properly going to pass out as soon as his head hits the pillow.
"States of me?" Steven slurs a little. "Nought wrong with me." Accent in full force. He places his arm around his waist to support him as they walk.
Getting his back to the lorry is one part man handling and two parts being man handled, Steven pressing up against him pushing him back against anything and everything solid mostly the sides of lorry's.. He lets him, he doesn't mind a little playful messing around especially when Steven flushed, drunk and horny, can't let his boy's needs go unmet, if they happen to meet his then it's a bonus.. Steven gets horny when he's drunk… He's horny most of the time thinking about it.
He unlocks the door with him pulled to his chest to keep him steady as he tries to dance to the music that's still audible.. Steven trips on the first step and ends up sprawled across the floor giggling. He shakes his head at him smiling. He's such a state. He can't help the fondness.
"Up you get." He grips his hand to help him up then keeps his hands on his arse as he climbs the ladder up to the bed above the cab.
"I'm dead drunk." Steven slurs head against the pillow. Body slack across the bed.
He kneels, legs either side of his hips keeping his head low to avoid the roof. He unzips his hoodie.
"I can undress myself." Steven tries to help but they end up in a tangle.
"Let me." He loves undressing Steven, stripping him down. Each piece of clothing removed gets him closer to the golden sweet skin beneath. It's no hardship. He kisses his abs as he pulls up his t-shirt, drags his tongue across his nipples. They're right there and he can't help himself. Can't. He hasn't found any way to stop yet. His lust for Steven hasn't quietened a day since he met him if anything it's stronger now than it's ever been. He lifts him a little to get the shirt off.
Steven squirms as he drags his stubble down his chest, licks his naval, unbuttoning his jeans and peeling them and his underwear down, taking his socks off on the downward sweep.
He's hard, dick swollen and proud, tiny glint of pre-come, he sweeps his tongue across it. Steven moans. It's a whore's moan, deep and filthy. Christ the things this man can do to him. The sounds he makes, it's only louder when he's drink, the shamelessness is constant.
"I wanna ride you." Steven states, slur all but disappeared, eyes bright, lips kissed pink. Knows what he wants and asks for it. "Hurry up." He's not done looking yet. He could look a thousand times, a million and there would always be something that caught his eye. So much on offer, so much skin that he thinks he has memorised only to find he never has it completely right. There's always something.
There's a hand on his neck and he's pulled down on top of him into a battle of lips and tongue, all finesse disappearing, desperate… He doesn't know how Steven still gets so desperate for him, he doesn't know how he's still as desperate for Steven, how it only seems to get more...
"Taking too long." Steven rolls them, he lets himself be rolled. Steven's fingers slip a little on his belt and fumble with his buttons. "Lift them." He does as he's told letting his hips come off the bed so Steven can get them down, lying back and letting Steven take what he wants, getting one of the best views, he can do whatever he wants. He reaches behind him for the lube and hands it to him. He hisses at the cold of it as Steven dribbles it directly on his dick impatience sometimes not being a virtue, gets himself further up the bed. Looks him dead in the eye as he lowers himself down. The connection. The need. It makes his head swirl. At the breach of his rim Steven groans, doesn't stop, doesn't give himself anytime just lowers himself down, the warmth engulfs him, the tightest grips him, he must have fucked him hundreds of times he can't even guess the actual figure and it never fails to feel as good as the first time he was inside him, better... His breath stutters as he desperately tries to keep his hips still, the urge is overwhelming, grip Steven hips and hold them while he thrusts up into him but he stays still until Steven moans and kisses him, slack loose kisses at the first roll of hips he starts thrusting confident that Steven's ready for it.
"Harder." Steven grinds his hips and sticks his tongue down his throat moaning. He pants against his lips. "Ah. There. There." He grips his arse cheeks and pulls them apart to see if there's any possible way he can get deeper, further, it's impossible but he never stops trying… He feels the tingle of his orgasm start to rise. "Ah! Brendan!" Steven's a noisy bastard and fuck he loves it. Loves to hear him. "Please. God. Please." He clamps his hands on Steven's hips thrusts up as Steven grinds down until he's writhing, pleading, begging, until there's nonsense spilling from his lips mixed with his name, he takes Steven's dick in hand when it's only his name that he can make out, when he knows that he's so close that he just needs a little more, something to complete his pleasure. He would give him anything he needs. Always. Steven spills over his hand and onto his stomach, muscles spasm around his dick, the most delicious thrill as he thrust up hard until the pressure's unbearable, he pulls Steven down, seizes and groans into his mouth. He kisses him slack mouthed the best he can through his panting, letting his hands roam the slight frame that feels so perfect on him, Steven moans a tired, lazy, fucked out sigh into his mouth as he lifts him off his cock. Steven rests his mouth against his collar bone and sighs heavily contented as he kisses his neck through the come down.
Steven makes a tiny little hum, nuzzles against his jaw as he strokes his back until his breathing evens out and he's asleep. He gently rolls Steven off him, taking care not to wake him so he can get his clothes off. He throws the come stained jumper onto the side shelf and cleans them both up as best he can. It takes a good amount of coaxing to get him under the covers without fully waking but it's cold and he won't let him catch a chill. He moves across closer to him lying on his side resting his hand on his hip, the soft warm skin over the bony outcrop of hip. Steven huffs a little reaches down grips his hand and pulls it up over his waist until his palm is resting in the centre of his chest. He kisses the back on his neck letting his tongue play across the smooth skin just above the nape. Steven pushes back into him back solidly against his chest. He kisses the back of his head and lets his other arm rest above Steven's head encircling him.
He wakes early. Steven splayed over him, legs intertwined, he wonders sometimes how they end up in the positions they do. He sighs and carefully moves Steven, he shuffles a little but doesn't wake. There's no need for him to be up so early. He's hand months of being up at five or six a lie in is more than he deserves. It's a shame he can't get his own body to agree to the idea. It's too ingrained in him. He gets dressed as quietly as he can.
The stable block is quieter than usual but then it's a later start on the final day. There's a fair few people that look more than a little worse for wear as he goes to check the horses. Ann wasn't up before him when means that she hasn't been up to feed them yet. He gives them a quarter of their morning feeds as it's late and he doesn't want to risk giving them too much as he makes his way to the indoor arena. He walks the course quickly. There's nothing much that strikes him as difficult.
He buys Steven a couple of Danish pastries and a cup of strong black coffee. He'll defiantly want sugar with the hangover he'll be nursing. He gets a few more for himself and Ann, picking up a handful of sugar from the table set up outside the stand.
He carefully opens the door to the lorry. He thought Steven would still be in bed, instead he's sitting at the table in boxers and a hoodie with his head resting on crossed arms. He puts down the coffee's and takes the opportunity to tickle Ann's feet hanging out the bottom of her bed under the curtain.
"You're a miserable human being Brady." She mutters. At least he knows from that reply her hang over isn't too bad.
He sits next to Steven taking a mouthful of his pastry waiting to see just how hung over he is.
"Coffee?" Steven mumbles so quietly he almost doesn't catch it.
"On the table." He sighs and leans back against the side.
Steven raises his head a tiny amount enough that he knows that he has a killer hangover. Takes his cup in hand, struggles with the lid then sips at it.
"Thanks." Steven mutters and puts his head back down. He resists the urge to ruffle his hair.
He reaches around the corner onto the shelves and pulls up the pain killers.
"Shouldn't drink so much." He pops two out and places them in Steven's outstretched palm, he hums, lifts his head a little and takes them with another sip of coffee. Must be bad, usually he gets a sarcastic comment back for saying anything like that. He rests his hand on the back of his neck.
"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" Ann growls pulling the curtain long with a rattle that makes Steven wince. She jumps down and pulls her hair into a bun. Clatters her boots on.
"Hour and a half yet." And he's one of the last to jump the first round he double checked. It's more like two hours until he has to be in the ring. There's plenty of time yet.
"I'm going back to bed." Steven mumbles, shuffling across the floor and up the ladder. Crawling across the mattress, flapping the covers over himself and curling up.
"They've had their breakfasts." He states he knows that's what she'll be worried about.
"Could have told me that earlier." She sits on the cooler and steals a Danish and nicks Steven's coffee before taking her time on her own.
