Okay, thank you so so so so much for your reviews and I'm super sorry for the wait! This chapter has been a nightmare to write, blame writer's block! *Cries*, hopefully the next one will not take as long! Love you guys, chow xxx

It's nearing the end of April now and the past month has been very…unique. Not unique in a bad way though – in fact, it's been so good Brendan has had to question whether he's actually been dreaming once a day.

He, Steven, his three friends and Eileen have been spending at least five days a week together in and out of school and they have become closer than ever; Pete and Eileen are loved- up, he and Steven are loved-up and Aidan and Malachy…well, they are just Aidan and Malachy.

Seamus has been in touch, asking why he cannot come around to Cheryl's flat and every time his sister has told him the same thing – she wants to wait until she and everyone else is settled in properly before he can come around – and for some strange, bizarre reason; his father has listened to her and stayed away. However, not before stating he needs some help at the pub and asking Cheryl if he and Steven could help him; of course, his sister said they shouldn't been working there and took his and Steven's place. Much to Seamus' displeasure.

Cheryl has told him, Terry has been hanging around and sneering at her whenever she got close; obviously, this was when Seamus wasn't around and couldn't witness the man's stares but he's still done it and that pisses Brendan off. According to Cheryl, Terry has fully healed from Brendan's beating and that's something else – Brendan at least wanted the older man to bear a scar; after everything he has done to Steven. Seamus and Terry seemed to have bonded extremely well; both sick in the head Brendan reckons and that's why they have become the best of friends – they are far too similar to not like each-other.

He can only imagine how furious his father is inside; last time Brendan saw him – over a month ago – it had been when he told Seamus he wouldn't be working with him and walked out of the house with as many belongings as he could carry. He knows his dad is going to be feeling humiliated – belittled – and Seamus' friends are probably having a field day with Brendan walking away ad laughing in his father's face; Seamus is probably the laughing stock of his entire group and Brendan knows if he gets his hands on him then it could be serious. His dad will beat the shit out of him for doing this and that is why Brendan is going to stay as far away as he can and for as long as possible.

School has been great – amazing – and he keeps surprising the teachers with his good behaviour and great work, the teacher he thought hated him has been saying she is grateful for his attitude change and it's all thanks to Steven. He keeps him grounded, stable and he's been able to help Brendan with any work or problems he may have been having before and now, he's beginning to actually enjoy school; something he thought he would never say.

No-one has been treating him any differently because he's gay, even Gaz has left him and Steven alone since their 'incident' and the only person who seems to have a problem is Alyson; that of course, was a given. The stupid cow is still following Steven around like a lost puppy, like she actually has a chance with him and she must realise even if Steven wasn't with Brendan then he wouldn't be with her; she must know he's gay so there will never be a chance with her and quite frankly, it is annoying him and his boyfriend. He will have to do something about her soon because it is doing his head in.

However, even with all of this going on – he and Steven have had more than enough time for each-other; in fact, they even had time to get tested at the clinic ad since they are both clean – which Brendan thought they would be – they have no reason to use condoms. They've had sex every morning and every night ever since that first time and Brendan can't get enough; if he could spend every second inside Steven then he would because it is the most magical feeling he has ever experienced. It's like he's floating but plummeting at the same time and all he wants to do is hold Steven closer; doesn't want the moment to ever end and when it does he wants to do it all over again.

Cheryl knows exactly what they do – obviously she does considering she helped Steven plan the first time – and she doesn't care, actually; whenever they finally venture from the bedroom, she gives them a smile and fluffs up their hair. Like they haven't even done anything and Brendan cannot show his gratitude; it's not only Cheryl that is like that – his Nan is exactly the same and simply gives him and his boyfriend a hug when they walk into the room and all Brendan can do is smile because right now, he's the happiest he has ever been…

He stretches out in the bed when he wakes up, looking down at Steven who is already smiling up at him and he swears he'll never have enough of this sight; he could never get bored of it because it's beyond perfect. "Hello." He drawls and Steven replies with a kiss, leaning up and capturing Brendan's lips with his own before slipping his tongue in and Brendan already knows where this is leading; it's going to the same place it always does which is why, last night, he already put out all of the things they will need.

He groans as he flips Steven over and lies on top of him, instantly reaching over for the lube and slicking his fingers up before opening Steven's legs and pushing a digit inside. They do this so regularly now that Brendan immediately locates that spot inside Steven that drives him wild; that spot that they have now identified as his 'prostate' thanks to some research and as soon as Brendan hits it, Steven lets out a choked sob.

He could do this all day; finger Steven into oblivion because the way the other boy writhes under his touch, the way he grips the bed sheets or claws down Brendan's back is addictive. It makes him want to sit here and simply fuck Steven with his hands until the other boy is begging for him to stop but he can't; he can't because he's selfish and he has to be inside him, he needs to be because when Steven's inner muscles are clenching around his cock, it is like nothing else matters – like he is on cloud nine because the pleasure he feels is too strong. Sometimes, he actually wonders if he'll even be able to make it inside Steven without coming; the noises his boyfriend makes are so hot, he could come without even being touched which is why – no matter how long he wants this to last – he has to be inside.

However, this morning he's feeling in a teasing mood and he wants to get Steven there until he's begging; until he's screaming out for his release and sobbing with the need to come so instead of pushing his cock straight in, he crawls up Steven's body and kisses him before whispering against his lips. "You know… I could fuck you with my fingers all day –" Steven groans and shakes his head, pleading with Brendan just with the use of his eyes but it's not enough so he leans back until he's on his knees and lifts Steven's leg over his hip to drive his digit in deeper. "You would like that wouldn't you?" He says, it isn't really a question and Steven knows it isn't. "You would like me hitting this –" He pushes his finger in deeper and massages right over Steven's prostate, making the other boy arch his back as a deep moan spills from his lips. " – Over and over, all day and do you know what I would do? –" Steven shakes his head and Brendan twists his finger before shoving a second one in. " – I wouldn't let you come, I would keep doing this until you begged me because it's so fucking hot when you do that and even then… even then you would have to really convince me you wanted my cock." Steven sobs and thrashes his head to the side, lifting up on his elbows and spreading his legs even wider as he looks down at what Brendan is doing to him; he's gritting his teeth and panting as he wraps his hand around Brendan's wrist and tries to control the fingers that are curling inside of him.

Brendan knows he's pushing it, Steven can only handle so much stimulation until he's spunking all over his own stomach and so as soon as Steven begins pleading with him, Brendan twists his fingers a couple more times. "Please Brendan, please I need you inside me… I need you!" Steven cries and Brendan removes his fingers before slicking up his cock and rubbing the head over Steven's hole; he's pushing him to breaking point, he knows he is which is why when Steven flips them over – straddling Brendan – before sinking down onto his cock, it doesn't come as a surprise.

No matter how much they do this, Steven is always so fucking tight and it knocks the breath out of him; the way Steven throws his head back, his arse pulling Brendan in deeper and all he can do is cling to the other boy – anchoring himself to this world because Steven takes him higher than he has ever been. Higher than any drug or alcohol could ever take him and as the other boy scratches down his chest, he sits up and wraps an arm around Steven's waist; leaning back on his other hand before fucking into Steven's hole as fast as he can.

"Bite me…" He groans, leaning his head back for Steven to sink his teeth into his neck and this isn't new; he loves it when Steven bites him – the marks covering his neck and shoulders prove that – and he supposes it's kinda masochistic but whenever he feels Steven bite him it makes everything one hundred times more pleasurable. The pleasure he feels from Steven's hole milking his cock and the pain he gets from Steven's bite collides in his stomach and it makes him tingle all over; makes his toes curl and his dick throb because as soon as that shot of pain runs through his body it makes him come. Spunking hard into Steven's arse and filling him up and Brendan can't help but scratch the other boy – something Steven likes as well because when he does the other boy comes; thick, hot liquid spurts all over Brendan's chest and Steven's stomach and all he can do is fuck the boy through it before the moans of pleasure become ones of discomfort.

Afterwards it's always this, what they are doing right now; holding each-other as they gain their breath back and Brendan's still buried deep inside of Steven, his hips jerking every now and then when the other boy's hole clenches around his dick and only when their hearts have returned to normal speed, does Steven climb off of him and lay back down.

There's something else they do though and it's something Brendan is going to do right now – before any of the juice is lost –. Steven looks at him and smiles, knows exactly what he wants to do so he opens his legs again; lets Brendan crawl in-between them just before he leans his head down and licks over Steven's hole. Collecting all of his come that is leaking from it and Steven's tastes mixed with himself is overpowering; it makes his head swim and causes his dick to make an attempt at hardening again and when Steven pulls him back up – kissing him deeply, it makes Brendan sigh contentedly.

"So… what do you want to do today?" Steven asks, curling closer into Brendan's side and their 'activity' earlier seems to have taken it out of them because they've been led here for the best part of an hour; sitting in silence with the odd nuzzle or kiss here and there and it's Saturday, they have no plans and Brendan doesn't even want to move. He and Steven have made no plans today, it seems better to just decide when they actually wake up and right now Brendan can't think of anything…unless…

"How about we go to town?" He asks and Steven stretches out next to him, nodding his head and Brendan already knows what he wants to buy – something for Steven – and he knows the perfect thing, since Cheryl took a picture and sent it to him. His family know about Steven's obsessive with the swallows now and everyone thinks it's kinda cute – that thinking swallows resemble love and freedom is a sweet thing and Brendan agrees; this boy – his boy – is truly remarkable and he's going to thank God every day for bringing Steven into his life.

He watches as Steven stands up, walking over to the wardrobe and taking out some clothes and its interesting waiting for Steven get dressed; ever since he has been sleeping with this boy, it's been slightly strange watching that perfect body disappear underneath clothes. If Brendan had his way, then Steven would stay in his bed – naked – forever. He sighs before getting out of bed and walking over to the other boy, wrapping his arms around him and taking the clothes from his grip because if they're going out right now, then they definitely need a shower.

"Come on…" He murmurs in Steven's ear and he feels the shiver of anticipation that runs through Steven's body; knows he dropped his voice to make it sound like pure filth in the other boy's ear and that's exactly what he wanted. He wants Steven to know what he wants right now because he's already up for more, is fucking insatiable when it comes to this boy.

He takes Steven's hand and pulls him to the bedroom door, – both still fully naked because they know the flat is empty – and by the time they reach the bathroom, Brendan is already sporting a semi; his dick getting hard because he knows exactly what is about to come. He loves having sex in the shower – fucking loves it – and he and Steven don't do it very often; the last time they tried to sneak in for a steamy session, Cheryl had shouted at him, telling him it was unhygienic and that she was okay with he and Steven sleeping together, just as long as it was in the privacy of their own bedroom. But now that this place is empty, he can shag Steven anywhere and his sister wouldn't even know… the thought of it causes him to lick his drying lips.

As he turns on the shower and steps under the jets of water, he smiles at Steven; knowing the other boy likes this just as much and as soon as Steven gets into the shower, Brendan pulls him towards him and makes him face the tiles, pushes on Steven's shoulders to make him bend over. "You know I never have enough of you, don't you?" He drawls, sinking down to his knees and he knows Steven probably doesn't need to be loosened up because of earlier but he wants this; needs to taste Steven again because he has the best taste in the whole fucking world and Steven's whimpering as Brendan licks up the backs of his legs, sucking up any water droplets that have accumulated on Steven's golden skin. "Answer me…" He practically purrs as he licks further up and dips the tip of his tongue between Steven's cheeks. "Steven?"

"I know… I know you never have enough of me… please Brendan." Steven gasps, backing his arse against Brendan's face and he gives him what he wants; parts the two globes of peachy flesh before shoving his tongue inside and Steven heaves a groan – coming from somewhere deep in his chest – as these new sensations shoot up his spine. Brendan moans at the taste and pushes in further until he cannot go in any deeper and when that happens, he sucks; sucks around Steven's rim as hard as he can and lets the other boy's whimpers and gasps fill his ears.

When he thinks Steven's had enough, when he's writhing and panting and incoherent nonsense are spilling from his lips; when he's begging Brendan to stick his dick in him, Brendan does just that. Stands back up – slicking his dick with spit and the falling shower water – and when he knows there's going to be an easy slide, he shoves his cock all the way in, balls deep in a single movement and Steven screams against the tiles, fisting his hands and slapping back down against the wall before he stands up and wraps an arm around Brendan's neck, balancing himself with his other hand pressed onto the tiles as he fucks back into Brendan's thrusts.

It's frantic, both of them needed their release because this is torturous pleasure; it makes their toes curl and their movements hurried and Brendan has Steven's hips in a vice like grip, pulling Steven down onto his cock and he pushes deeper and deeper inside and Steven is shouting out Brendan's name as he hits that spot in him, over and over again.

The sound of their skin slapping together is filling the bathroom and he's glad no-one's in right now; he's glad no-one can hear his grunts and groans as he slams into Steven – batters his hole with his cock until Steven is bawling out words that don't make sense – until he's moaning and saying Brendan –fuck– please – I can't– and even with his desperate moans Brendan doesn't stop, he knows Steven can take this and he knows he's enjoying it so he carries on. Thrusts deep and circles his hips to be certain he's hitting Steven just right.

When he knows he's going to come, when his body is locking up and his hips are going out of sync; Brendan leans forward and takes Steven's throbbing cock in his hands, begins wanking him off instantly and Steven is leaning his head back on his shoulder, gritting his teeth and crying out in pleasure and this is one of their best fucks yet. It may be the fastest but that is exactly what it is, – a fuck – and it's what they need because with one last thrust and a final jerk of Brendan's wrist, they both come – only seconds apart. Brendan spunking in Steven's arse again as Steven releases against the tiles, the water soon washing it away.

"Fuck…" Brendan lets out an elongated moan as the last of his aftershocks shudder through his body and Steven has his hand in Brendan's hair – fisting it – as his body trembles because of his orgasm. Steven leans forward and Brendan watches his spent cock slip from his hole, even if he has just come, he still feels like he isn't satisfied and even if he fucked Steven all day he would want more; even if he went again right now, then it wouldn't be enough and he sighs wistfully before picking up the shower gel bottle.

He watches Steven's breath hitching; his body twitching every now and then in post-orgasm bliss and as he witnesses Steven groaning through even more sudden spurts of pleasure, he cannot help but feel proud of himself. He does this every time – surely after Steven has come, that should be the end of it, right? It's not, it never is. Every time Steven comes, there's this straight after; the orgasm that fades slowly and Steven turns to look at him, grinning. "You alright?" Brendan smirks at him and Steven nods his head, leaning away from the wall and standing on his unsteady legs before moving to wrap his arms around Brendan.

"I love you…" He whispers and Brendan squeezes him back, kisses the top of Steven's head before mumbling I love you more and of course, Steven shakes his head – completely denying that Brendan could possibly love him more – but he doesn't know does he? He will never fully understand just how much Brendan loves him because it's impossible to explain. There are no words on this earth that could show Steven just how much he means to Brendan and even if he said he would give the world for him; even if he swore he loved him more than the value of this entire universe, it still wouldn't be enough. Nothing will ever be enough so instead, Brendan has to settle for agreeing with Steven; telling him they love each-other the same amount while his body silently rejects those lies.

–OXO–

Town isn't busy today; in fact, there's practically no-one here and Brendan's more than happy with that. It means he and Steven can mess around without people tutting and sneering at them and it's exactly what they are doing; they're pushing each-other around playfully, tripping each-other up before wrapping the other in their arms and kissing them passionately. If Brendan is being honest, he doesn't care if people see them like this; all the strangers will see are two people – two boys – deeply in love and there's nothing wrong with that, Brendan knows that now.

"Brendan, what are we even doing here?" Steven asks as they stop outside a book store and Brendan simply smiles before walking in. He spots the book he wants to buy Steven straight away and swiftly steers him away from it, makes him walk over to some section he doesn't give a shit about and makes Steven promise he will stay here before walking away, grabbing the book and taking it to the counter.

When he's paid for it and it's safely hidden away in a plastic bag, he walks back over to Steven and finds him sitting in a chair, smiling at a book about… snails. "Why are you reading that?" He asks and Steven jumps in his seat before holding his hand to his chest and smiling up at Brendan, quickly scooting over in his seat so there is enough room for the both of them. Brendan quickly walks over and sits next to him and Steven curls up against him before explaining.

"Okay, you're gonna think I'm dead weird but when I were younger, I used to keep snails as pets…" Brendan holds back a laugh by biting down on his index finger and Steven looks up at him before continuing. "I know you think it's funny but I weren't ever allowed pets so I hid them in my bedroom… of course, my mum flipped when she saw one crawling up me bedroom wall!" That's it, Brendan can't hold back any longer and he begins laughing, so hard he's scared he won't be able to stop and Steven pouts and him before he places his hands on Brendan's neck and pulls him into a kiss, swallowing his laughter as he shoves his tongue into his mouth.

Brendan moans against Steven's lips and pushes his tongue in further, moving his hand to the back of Steven's head to draw him closer and it's almost like he is searching his mouth; feeling the slow rubbing of their tongues as they slick together and Brendan slows it down until its languid and passionate. Both of them sharing oxygen and salvia and this is just love; this kiss isn't fuelled by lust or sex or dicks… it's about the love that they share and how much they care for each-other and as Brendan pulls away, he presses one, two, three final kisses to Steven's lips before smiling at him. "That was nice…" He mumbles and Ste leans over to kiss him on the cheek before taking Brendan's hand and pulling him up; Steven keeps hold of Brendan's hand as he leads him out of the book store and when they reach outside, he finally notices the plastic bag in Brendan's other hand.

"What's that?" Steven nods to the bag and Brendan simply smirks at him before shaking his head and tapping Steven's nose.

"It's a secret; you have to wait until we get home to find out…" Brendan whispers into his ear and he sees Steven beginning to sulk, of course, this just makes him smile because Steven is fucking hot when he pouts like that. "So, what are we gonna do now then?" He asks and Steven leans up before biting Brendan's lip gently and walking towards a food shop.

"Come on, let's get something for dinner!" Steven calls back and Brendan shrugs his shoulders before running after his boyfriend.

–OXO–

Brendan glares at Steven as he feels a flick of flour hit his cheek and he dips his hand in the bag, grabs a handful before turning and smirking at the other boy. "No… Brendan please…" Steven is backing away and Brendan stalks towards him before suddenly lunging forward and stuffing the flour down Steven's shirt; pissing himself as Steven squeals at the shock of it. "You're a bastard… I never used that much!" Steven cries and Brendan simply shuts him up by shoving him against the wall and kissing him.

They decided to make pizza – since Cheryl will be out for another few hours with his Nan –, there is no-one to complain about the mess, no-one to interrupt them from doing whatever and this has been the best day he has had in ages; spending all day and every second with Steven will always be the best thing imaginable and he thinks Cheryl may be staying away to give them this time together. To let them be a couple and just enjoy each-others company and Brendan is extremely grateful for it.

He pulls away from Steven and kisses his forehead, taking in his flushed cheeks before turning around and placing the pizza into the oven; when it's in there and the time is set to go off in an hours' time, Brendan turns around and looks at the mess in the kitchen. Looking at the flour on the floor, the tomato paste on the worktop and the vegetables lining the sides and Brendan looks at Steven, smirking before pulling the other boy towards him and kissing him as he backs towards the bedroom.

This will be the third time today, the third time he's been inside Steven and he hopes the boy will tell him if it hurts; will tell him to stop if he's too sore but with the way Steven is pushing him down on the bed, straddling his hips and yanking open his shirt, Brendan knows he wants this just as much. He watches with lust blown eyes as Steven begins biting and sucking up his neck before he reaches his ear, tugs on it and whispers pure sex into Brendan's ear. "I want you to fuck me…" He mumbles and it's like a beeline straight to Brendan's groin, his cock twitches at the words and Steven goes back to sucking his neck, trailing his hand down to cup Brendan over his trousers and rub but he hasn't finished talking; not yet. "I want you to stick this–" He rips open Brendan's trousers and releases his cock from his boxers, stroking over it before continuing. " –Deep inside me and I'm going to scream your name so loud Brendan… I want you to fuck me until I feel like I'm going to pass out and when that happens I'm going to ride you until you come right inside me…" That's all he gets to say because Brendan is flipping them over and pulling Steven's trousers down before grabbing the lube bottle, slicking too fingers up and shoving them inside.

"You're fucking filthy…" He groans as he pulls on Steven's top, whips it over his head and presses their chests together as he keeps twisting his fingers inside Steven's body and when he's loose enough, Brendan slicks his dick up and pushes inside.

It's not as fast this time – it's still fucking – but it's not as desperate as it was in the shower and it goes on for at least twenty minutes before they both come; their lips slack together and breath heaving and they lay there until the alarm on the cooker goes off.

"That were dead nice…" Steven mumbles, curled up into Brendan's side and they're back in bed now because they've already eaten; both of them too tired to really enjoy the pizza they made and of course, that was their own fault. Who really needs to have sex three times a day?

"Hmm, today has been good, hasn't it?" Brendan states, stretching out in the bed before walking over and flicking the TV on – putting on some random shit because it's just background noise for them to fall asleep to, it's not important and he pads back to the bed before slipping back under the covers and putting his arm under Steven's head.

He faintly hears Steven mumble something about it being the best day yet and Brendan nods his head, feeling sleep licking at his ankles and he's about to crash but there's a pounding on his door; something that startles him and Steven. "Who the fuck is that?" Steven sighs, moving to get out of bed but Brendan stills him with a hand on his arm and gets up instead; telling Steven to stay in bed as he wraps his dressing gown around him and walks to the front door.

Cheryl is due home any second now so it must be her, he's guessing it's her anyway and all he can do is swallow the gut-wrenching fear that is coursing through his body; telling him something isn't right here and when he opens the door, he realises he should have gone with his gut instinct.

"Hello Brenda… can we have a chat." Seamus drawls, pushing past Brendan as he enters the flat and Brendan can smell the alcohol on his father and he's about to shut the door but someone else pushes their way through – Terry, of course.

Brendan shuts the door and walks into the living room, looking between the men and praying they don't go into his bedroom, that they don't head straight to Steven and of course, his prayers are not answered. No words are said as Terry dashes towards his bedroom but Brendan gets there first, runs inside and tries to slam the door shut; ignoring Steven's shocked cries but obviously the two older men are stronger than him and they make their inside. Terry dragging Steven out of the bed by his hair and Seamus throwing Brendan against his drawers, making him hit his head and his vision blur.

He tries to stand up, wants nothing more than to help Steven but he can't move and the last thing he sees before passing out isn't Terry beating his boyfriend senseless – God, that's is happening, Brendan can't lift up to look but he can hear it and it kills him –. And the last thing he sees and feels isn't his father tugging his dressing gown open, pulling his boxers down and ridding himself of his own jeans – preparing to rape him in front of Terry and Steven. No, the last thing he sees is Cheryl. Cheryl bounding through his bedroom door and screaming at the sight in front of her.