Next part for my readers :) Enjoy xx
[Daisy forced me to write this tonight ;)]
ETA: A few reviews have asked me to change this fic to an M. I can't ,I apologise. I wish I could write those sorts of moments but seriously, it's just too cringy I just can't. So use your imagination again ;) x
Brendan woke up early, he didn't even know why. He'd always loved his sleep so getting only five hours of it wasn't top of his wishes. He threw on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and strolled into the living area yawning, stretching out his arms.
"Morning sleepyhead" Mitzeee said, handing Brendan a cup of tea.
"Thanks." Brendan took the cup and sat down on the sofa, putting his feet up on the table. He felt at home now living with Mitzeee and Riley. Sometimes he felt like he'd out stayed his welcome though, that really if he did want to stay in Chester he should find his own flat even if that meant being alone. Declan had gone back to his mam's now, as much as he hated there. Brendan more or less forced him though, seventeen year old boy's should not permanently live by themselves as much as they wanted to.
"So how did last night go then? Did you get my note?" Anne asked.
"Yeah it was erm..." Brendan couldn't help but smile, making sure he hid behind his hand so his teeth-showing grin wasn't that obvious. He couldn't really put a word to the evening. Perfect. Amazing. The best day ever?
"That good eh?" She replied, obviously noticing his grin. "Surprised you came home actually."
"Yeah, well he's coming tonight isn't he? If that's still alright?" Brendan checked cautiously. He didn't want to tell Anne how he wanted to wait for Steven to be ready to have sex with him again, didn't want to rush anything. Brendan always felt like men had a reputation to uplive. Who waits weeks on end to sleep with somebody now-a-days?
"Course it's alright. What you cooking?"
"I'm cooking a takeaway."
"A what? Brendan you can't get a bloody take away."
"Why not?"
"Just because! It's gotta be special. Home-cooked meal, candle-lit room, music on."
"Anne I'm not a woman."
"He's got to feel special Brendan. We're cooking end of."
"We?"
"Yeah I'll help. Go get the ingredients now."
Brendan went to talk, argue, say she didn't need to but she put up her hand to silence him. "No buts. Do it Brendan."
Half an hour later and Brendan had been to the shop and got all of the ingredients that he needed to make Steven's one of his favourites. Lasagne.
"So what we cooking?" Anne asked.
"Lasagne."
"God I love your accent Brendan." Anne teased. She'd never stopped flirting jokingly with Brendan, even if he did prefer men.
"Who wouldn't? Irish charm and all that. Right you sure you don't mind helping? I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing."
"Course I don't. I'll guide, you can create."
"Great." Brendan moaned, just as Brendan threw him her apron. One with a naked man on. Attractive.
Anne's kitchen was weirdly spotless. She'd helped Brendan prepare it earlier on in the day and all he had to do was put the lasagne in the oven and lay the table. Yet, somehow he'd actually managed to keep it clean and not spill anything. First for everything.
Steven was due any moment, the lasagne had fifteen minutes left to cook, drinks were on the table, candles were lit. Brendan looked around the room, making sure everything was in place, the cushions were plumped, the sofa was clean. He mentally punished himself for being so over the top about it all. Steven would love it.
Ste knocked on the door, he felt nervous for some reason. He wanted to take things to the next level with Brendan, but he was still scared. What if it hurt? What if he wanted to stop? What if he got embarrassed? These thoughts left his mind when Brendan opened the door smiling directly at him.
"Hi." Brendan said, stepping out of the way for Ste to walk in beside him.
"Hi." Steven replied.
Both were nervous for a moment, not knowing whether to give eachother a kiss. They'd only seen eachother the night before, but both didn't know what to do. Ste moved further into Mitzeee's flat and Brendan turned round to close the door behind him.
"I brought us some menu's. Wasn't sure what you fancied."
"You" Brendan muttered under his breath.
"Huh?" Ste replied.
"Nothing. I cooked anyway. You like lasagne right?"
"Love it." Ste beamed. "One of my favourites actually."
"I know."
Ste laughed, it still felt weird to him how Brendan knew so much about him. "I brought the DVD aswell, if you wanna watch it later."
"Sounds good." Brendan replied. He noticed Ste not really knowing where to seat himself, fiddling with the menu's and the DVD. Brendan walked over to him, taking his face in his hands and kissing him gently on the lips. "Forgot to greet you properly. Take a seat."
Ste still couldn't believe how lovely Brendan was, his boyfriend was. He still had to pinch himself that he actually had a boyfriend. Brendan pulled the chair out for Ste to allow him more room to sit down.
"Thankyou." Ste smiled.
"No problem. Think the food's ready now. I'll dish up."
"Okay." Ste said, watching Brendan's arse as he walked over to the oven. "Smells nice."
Brendan finished his food first of course, Ste had quickly learnt how Brendan literally savaged his food and didn't put any to waste. Ste couldn't eat all of his, never really was one for big portion sizes.
"That were proper nice Bren."
"New pet name eh? Bren."
"I like it. Suits you."
"Yeah well I'm not calling you Ste so..."
"Don't want ya to."
"Better wash these up then" Brendan stood up, going to grab Ste's plate.
"Do you have to do that now? Can't we wait the film first?"
"Fine. I'll put them in the kitchen though, you set the film up."
Brendan walked to the kitchen and placed the plates on the counter top, then walked back into the living area, settling down on the sofa, placing his feet on the table. Ste sat down next to him, too far away for Brendan's liking but he didn't say anything, didn't want to instigate anything Ste didn't feel comfortable with. This whole new relationship was new to him of course.
About twenty minutes into the film and Brendan wasn't enjoying it. He never liked this film, even back in the day when Ste had made him watch it in exchange for some 'naughtiness.'
Ste shuffled closer to Brendan, looking up into his big eyes. "You can you know, put your arm around me or something... You ain't enjoying this are you?"
Brendan placed his arm around Ste's shoulders, pulling him in so his head was rested on Brendan. "It's alright."
"Brendan don't lie you hate this film." Ste bit back, grabbing the remote to turn the TV monitor off.
Ste wasn't really getting into it either. He felt like he wanted to seduce Brendan, feel close to him. He trusted him, of course he did, they'd been together before, in somewhat of a past life and Brendan had opened up to him about his feelings in the meantime.
He felt like a scared virgin though, wanting so badly to make love to the person you liked but feeling like you was going to be a let down. Ste knew Brendan wouldn't judge him deep down - but what if Brendan compared him to the old Ste, the more experienced Ste who obviously had sex more often. Ste hadn't slept with anybody since the accident; he knew it would hurt. But when it came down to it, he wanted Brendan, Brendan wanted him. What was there to lose?
"I..." Brendan started to talk, but Ste put a finger up against his mouth to silence him, then looked down to his shirt and started to undo the buttons slowly, seductively, smiling as he did.
"Steven you don't need to."
"I want to..."
"I can wait for you, I don't expec..." Brendan was cut off against, with Ste thrashing their lips together, forcing Brendan's mouth to open wider so their tongues could start to play. Brendan was forced down into a lying position on the sofa and Ste straddled him. Brendan looked up, seeing the lust present in Ste's blue eyes...
Sweat was dripping off both of their bodies, Brendan was laid out on the floor, Ste next to him.
"That was amazing." Ste said, out of breath almost.
"You're amazing." Brendan smiled back, claiming Ste's mouth again.
"So are you." Ste whispered into the kiss. He knew he was falling for Brendan big time, could actually picture them building a proper future together again, but he didn't want to talk about that just now, he wanted to savour this moment. Just him and Brendan, post coital and memorise it.
"Was it worth the wait?" Brendan cheekily asked.
"A hundred percent." Ste grinned back. "Better get cleaned up eh?"
Brendan stood up shaking his head. He never did like to clean up after sex, preferred the thought of showering it off together in the morning. He reached down for Ste's hand. They didn't even bother to grab their clothes, and strolled into 'Brendan's room.' It was only a single bed, but in a way Brendan liked it, it allowed them to be even closer. To allow him to feel the boy's body even nearer, and feel his breath on him as he fell into a deep sleep.
Brendan looked down at Ste, hand pressed onto Brendan's chest. He lent down, pressing a soft kiss to the sleeping boy's temple. "Love ye Steven."
He didn't realise it but Ste wasn't even in a deep sleep at all, and a smile formed at his lips.
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