A/N: Just a bit of a note to say that unfortunately due to me bringing home my new puppy Grif I won't have as much time to write. I will do my best to write whenever he's snoozing etc, but I cannot guarantee that I will have another chapter ready each Saturday/Sunday. I hope you can understand this and thank you for following me and this story for this long.

I am also doing a Stendan Secret Santa thing so hopefully just after Christmas I'll have that to post on here as well, just to tide you over between DILF chapters. Thank you again and have a fantastic Christmas, -Noph

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Ste had jumped up and made himself presentable before slinking off for a shower once Brendan had hung up, stomach aflutter with nerves and excitement at getting to see Brendan again and to rekindle what he'd singlehandedly ruined when Declan had found them together. Ste couldn't help but jerk off under the spray as his mind woke itself up from its stupor and went wild with thoughts of what Brendan would do to him tomorrow, creaming the tile wall in record speed and washing it away soon after. He was mellow and loose limbed as he changed into his clean boxers and pyjama pants, deciding to shove his clothes in the wash straight away even though he'd wiped any errant semen off of the fabric when he'd noticed it. Terry was downstairs making himself a bacon sandwich when Ste stepped into the kitchen with his arms full of clothes,

"Terry," he greeted stiffly as he tried to act normal and shoved his things in the washing machine, internally panicking as to how long Terry had been home, "How long you been back?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound suspicious,

"Ah hey mate," Terry cast over his shoulder, "Not long, I shouted up but you were in the shower," he supplied, that was a relief, "you want one?" Ste was about to decline but his stomach gave an aggressive gurgle, he hadn't actually eaten since he'd come home from school before lunch time and it was now a little after nine, "Take that as a yes, get some more bread for us, you can have the first lot otherwise mine'd go cold," he offered. Ste felt eyes on him as he went to retrieve the bread from the cupboard, glancing over at Terry to see him watching through the corner of his eye, he wasn't sure if Terry was just looking over or watching him with some level of scrutiny, but he couldn't bring himself to dwell on it.

"Thanks Terry," Ste said sheepishly, placing the bagged loaf on the side and waiting awkwardly for Terry to pile up bacon on the pieces already laid out, he thoroughly stuffed the sandwich and grunted something about it being done, so Ste piled on the ketchup and closed his sandwiches, grabbing two plates and piling his food on one, leaving Terry to finish cooking for himself.

Ste scarfed his food down as quickly as he could manage, he was nervous and felt like Terry could somehow see into his mind and knew he'd been masturbating over the thought of another man fucking him.

"You don't have to rush off on my account Ste," Terry objected when Ste went to head off upstairs,

"I'm a bit tired," he excused as he poked through the living room door, "I've got school tomorrow," he lied, he was planning on playing hooky with Brendan, but Terry didn't need to know that,

"How was school today anyway?" Terry asked, and Ste felt his nerves flare up, recalling how Terry had a habit of asking him these things before lashing out at him.

"Uh… was alright… I uh… I got a B on one of my essays," he admitted nervously, he worried if he should tell the truth, but Terry took a bite of his sandwich and nodded eagerly,

"That's really good," he said behind a hand,

"Yeah so… I'm gonna head off…" he gestured upstairs and Terry gave him a dismissive gesture and a muffled 'night', letting Ste escape the awkwardness their interaction had been steeped in.

He couldn't sleep, too excited about the morning ahead of him, he ended up getting up and finding some clothes to put in his backpack, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave the house in plain clothes, Terry would know he was wagging off of school, which he was a dab hand at, at this point. After that he just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Brendan, drumming his fingers on the duvet covering him and wishing time would fly by so he could get up and meet Brendan; he started to wonder if Brendan was awake, remembering he was at work and rolling onto his side, grabbing his phone and grinning to himself as he thumbed 'cant sleep' into their text conversation, hoping Brendan would respond. He wasn't disappointed, his phone buzzed and a new message popped up under his,

'You might want to fix that, you'll need your energy tomorrow' he smirked at that,

'y? wot we gonna do?' he sent curiously, hoping Brendan would get the hint and find a moment for himself,

'you pack that in, I'm at work' it was a warning but Ste figured it was playful,

'at work w. tht desk u told me bout?'

'Behave yourself Steven.' Ste pouted then, obviously being shut down for anything flirtatious,

'aw ok, get 2 liv it soon NEway cant w8 ;)' he sent, 'hows work?'

'Boring, students everywhere. Kill me' Ste had a giggle at that,

'if this skool thing wks out Im gonn them soon' he teased, wondering what Brendan would think of him maybe considering college,

'I'm going to bar you then' that made him frown, that wasn't very fair at all,

'Wot y?'

'I have a reputation to uphold, fucking the clientele, particularly the clientele I explicitly despise, would not do that any favours, though if you DO persist in sneaking in you'll be brought to the office for a word' Ste felt his cheeks warm at the thought of what sort of punishment he'd get for sneaking into the bar, it was a ways off because he was still only sixteen, but it didn't stop his mind wondering and his dick stirring beneath the sheets.

'Fort u sed no 2 sexting'

'I did. Goodnight Steven ;)' Ste frowned then, sending back a slew of question marks but getting nothing in response, so he repeated the message a few times to be both annoying and to try to get an answer, but Brendan had some serious resolve, ignoring his texts and letting him stew, so he sent Brendan one last text before rolling over and trying to sleep,

'Wanker.'

He felt like he'd been asleep for mere seconds when his phone piped up with his alarm at 7, he let out a miserable groan and hit snooze before rolling over, he didn't want to go to school, but his brain caught up with him being awake and reminded him that he wasn't going to school. He sat bolt upright then, throwing the covers off and climbing out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to clean up before returning and pulling his uniform on quickly. He checked his bag to make sure he had everything he needed, checking it again after just because he was getting fidgety, before heading downstairs and popping some bread in the toaster.

"Morning Terry," he greeted his step-dad, who was sat at the dining table eating cereal and looking at the races in the paper, he didn't look happy, grunting a response, "We got any Nutella?" he asked after a moment, looking in the cupboards as he hunted it down.

"Probably…" Terry answered, poring over his paper and circling a few things, Ste settled for not talking to Terry in that case, he didn't want to upset him and end up in an argument or something, turning his attention back to the cupboards, soon finding some home brand chocolate spread and fetching a knife. He ended up getting distracted by sneaking dollops of spread from the jar and licking it off the knife, glancing over his shoulder every so often to see Terry still engrossed in his paper, not that it mattered, Ste was the only one who ate the spread.

He was gorging himself on another knife full when he remembered what he'd actually gotten the spread out for, letting out a slew of curses as he popped his toast and the one side of each slice was burnt; this toaster was such a piece of shit, always had been, how could he even forget? He realised that it was because he'd not had toast since he'd been at Brendan's, where there was a fully functional toaster, one that didn't alternate between cremating bread and giving it a warm cuddle. Terry ignored his swearing for the most part, though he did laugh at Ste's minor suffering, though Ste supposed anyone would do that, he smeared the spread thickly on the burnt side of each slice in a feeble attempt to mask the foul taste, and held one with his mouth whilst he pulled his backpack on, grabbing the other slice and grumbling a 'see ya' to Terry as he fled the house. He was going to be early meeting Brendan, but he didn't really mind, he was too excited to be able to sit still around Terry again, especially with the cause of his excitement so close at hand, so he made his way to Church Street and sat on the wall outside the old church, kicking his feet and eating his toast as he waited.

At 8 on the dot, Brendan's sleek black car pulled up next to him and Brendan leant over to open the door,

"Get in," he gestured with a nod before sitting back and waiting for Ste to hop into the car, lingering there for a moment, "Well if I didn't look like a paedophile before, the uniform isn't helping," he drawled sarcastically as Ste leant across the gap between them, "I'm not kissing you like that,"

"I've got a change of clothes in me bag, I couldn't let Terry know I was waggin' it, could I?" Ste huffed,

"Suppose not," Brendan grunted, he was eyeing Ste up something vicious,

"Besides, you love me uniform," Ste smirked, sitting back and spreading his legs a little, running his hands up and down his thighs in what he felt was a suggestive manner,

"Like you better out of it… Christ I feel like I've just picked up a hooker, we should get out of here before God judges me," he drew the sign of the cross and kissed his silver necklace, letting it drop against his chest after,

"God'll judge you everywhere, not just in front of church," Ste pointed out seriously, earning a blank stare from Brendan, "not that he'll judge this?" he added uncertainly, not really sure what he'd said wrong, if he'd even said something wrong. They pulled away from the church and drove in a comfortable silence, but Ste's leg was going a mile a minute, knee bouncing as he stared out the window, frowning when he realised they were getting closer to the city, rather than further from it. "Bren? Where are we going?" he thought they'd be going to Brendan's home, spending the day in bed together and getting reacquainted with each other physically,

"Been a bit of a change of plans, I'm needed at the club," Brendan sighed,

"Oh…" that was disappointing, "Why?"

"Some eejit tried to bottle one of my boys at close last night, ended up winging a bottle of ale at my displays behind the bar, shattered the whole fucking thing," he muttered, that was even worse, Brendan would be genuinely busy, it wouldn't be a case of Ste trying to seduce Brendan into forgetting about the accounts for a little while like he'd done at the house.

"That's wank," Ste sighed,

"I know, I was hopin' for an easy day, but we've got people in and out all day… I'm sure we'll find a minute though," he promised, reaching over to give Ste's leg a gentle squeeze, "besides, there's someone I want you to meet, though I'm questioning my sanity on wanting you to meet her…" he added, Ste frowned then, not sure who Brendan would want him to meet that could possibly show up at his place of work.

Brendan pulled his car into the lot behind the club, the walls were high and there were a few security cameras, which explained why Brendan was happy leaving his car out here during the night, given how expensive the vehicle was, there was only one other car there, but Ste didn't pay it much mind. He climbed out, following Brendan up a flight of wrought iron stairs and onto a balcony, Brendan pulled the heavy looking door open with ease and held it, waiting for Ste to enter, so he did, eyes wide as he looked around the room.

He'd never been to a club before, at least not a night club, there were youth clubs around that he'd been to when he was younger, where he and Amy would play on a PS1 and eat sweets for hours until they had to go home. This place was completely different, the walls were light in colour with art hanging on them, and the fixtures and beams were black, though there were bright green accents on most of them, all lit up with spotlights hanging from metal brackets in the ceiling. The place was huge too, and a look over the nearby bannister said the downstairs was even bigger, a bar stretched across the length of the upstairs room, and behind it there should have been mirrored wall and partially glass shelving, but most of it had been shattered, leaving a partially intact wooden display with jagged edges and tape marking it as a no-go zone, at least the shattered glass had been swept from the floor. There were little seating areas with comfortable couches and low coffee tables, it looked like it was a quieter area, but Ste couldn't be sure, having not seen it in action at all, though some day he'd really like to.

"I'm disappointed you didn't get to see the place at its best," Brendan sighed, touching a hand lightly to Ste's lower back before moving it and sidling past him instead, "go downstairs and grab yourself a J2O or something, nothing alcoholic," he warned, "I've got to see a girl about a fox," he was looking ahead and Ste followed his gaze to a pretty little woman in a fitted dress, she looked too well dressed for this time of day but she was sat on a stool at the far end of the bar flipping through a magazine.

He did as he was told, trotting down the wide set of spiral stairs and into the lower part of the bar, it was stylish and lacked the couches that upstairs had, but the bar had a line of stools and there were high tables with stools scattered about leaving a lot of room for dancing. He made his way to the bar and nipped behind it, hunting down the fridge with the bottles in and finding the J2O Brendan had mentioned, turning and trying to figure out where he could get the cap off, he knew from TV that bars could have built in bottle openers, but he couldn't suss it.

He was so preoccupied he didn't notice someone approach the bar, "It's there mate," a finger invaded his view and pointed at a notch near the pumps, he slid the bottle head in and with a hiss of compressed air the cap came off,

"Ta," he said with a smile, standing upright and smiling at the man who'd spoken to him, the man looked to be a fraction shorter than Brendan, but he was broader in just about every way, Ste would've called him 'thug-like' if he didn't think having teeth was a particularly important trait.

"You're welcome, now, two things, one, how did you get in, and two, why shouldn't I be calling the police right now?" the smile he offered Ste was cruel and had Ste swallowing nervously, looking past him in the hopes that Brendan would come and help him.

"Uh… the… I…" he felt the panic setting in and he couldn't find the words,

"Take your time," the man gestured as he spoke, leaning on the bar, fist pressed into his palm, knuckles slowly cracking as he applied pressure, Ste was mortified.

"Foxy! Quit terrorising the poor lad, I let him in," Ste almost collapsed in a heap on the floor in his relief, waiting for this Foxy to turn around before sinking into a crouch and trying to calm his rapidly beating heart,

"Brendan, what're you doing bringing school kids into my club?" Foxy asked, he seemed to be mid double take when Ste stood up again, probably having noticed the teen had vanished.
"Your club? Remind me Mr Fox, who owns this club?" Brendan asked, he seemed so different, stepping close to Foxy and turning his head to the side, offering him an ear, going so far as to point it out with a finger,

"You," Foxy reluctantly admitted,

"Then I can bring who I want here, and it's just the one," he said dismissively, beckoning Ste from behind the bar,

"What is he, twelve?" Foxy asked as Ste edged closer to Brendan, Ste was surprised when Brendan rested a hand on his shoulder, not really expecting the physical contact,

"Seventeen," Ste didn't correct him, he knew Brendan knew his age,

"Wait… this isn't your kid is it? He looks nothin' like you, and I thought your ex missus was Irish too," Foxy laughed, clearly insinuating something,

"No, this isn't Declan… Foxy, this is Steven, Steven, Foxy," he introduced, "Foxy is a manager here, I pay him to manage the staff primarily, what I don't pay him for is interrogating the people I bring here outside of opening hours," he levelled Foxy with a narrowed look then,

"Course not, sorry boss," though he gave Ste a suspicious look, "You can call me Warren," he offered a hand that Ste nervously took,

"Ste," he answered, shaking Warren's hand quickly before withdrawing and taking an apprehensive swig of his drink, figuring he was okay to drink it now.

"Right, upstairs you, office says 'Owner' on it, not manager," Ste felt like if they were at Brendan's house that would be accompanied by a bum slap, but alas that was not the case, Warren frowned at them. He made Ste nervous, so he played obedient again, heading for the stairs and glancing back at Brendan, "Go get changed, I'll come help you in a few," Brendan dismissed, earning a raised eyebrow from Warren, "school work," he explained, but Ste knew it was likely to be exactly what it sounded like.

He tried not to grin as he jogged up the stairs and headed for the office, about to push the door open and go in when the woman who had been at the bar earlier stepped out of god only knew where and stopped him,

"You, stop," she urged,

"I'm here with Brendan, I'm not nickin' owt," he protested quickly,

"Jumpy aren't we?" she asked, "I saw you two walk in together, I know," she dismissed, "I'm Mitzeee, three e's, you've probably heard of me," she said with a winning smile, Ste couldn't help but smile back, he had actually heard of her,

"You're a model," he pointed out,

"Ah so Brendan has talked about me, of course he has," she smiled,

"I'm Ste," he introduced after a beat, he'd actually seen her in Amy's magazines, she was one of the people Amy had shown him in her panicked moment of 'are you sure you're gay?' when he'd come out to her,

"Oh?" Mitzeee looked at him for a moment before her eyebrows raised and she looked like she'd found absolute gold, "Oh! You must be Steven," she dropped her voice when she said his name and Ste's ears felt hot as he got embarrassed, "You're younger than Brendan made you sound…" she looked over the uniform as she said it.

"He… he talked about me?" he asked, genuinely shocked, he thought Brendan had been tight lipped about their thing, he'd absolutely forbade Ste from talking about it,

"Well, sort of… We're best friends you see, like this," she crossed her fingers as a sign they were close, "we tell each other everything, except, apparently, the actual age of our secret lovers," although she was talking openly about Ste and Brendan, she was sure to keep her tone down and her gaze flicking to the staircase in case Warren and Brendan came up. "Well… okay no he didn't tell me exactly, I didn't know your name until you two had your little tiff," she dismissed, "AND I had to get him drunk for him to let that one slip," she added, moving closer to Ste and lifting her hands to his face, "let me look at you," she said as an explanation, turning him this way and that for inspection.

He felt uncomfortable with her scrutiny, but her touch was gentle and she was giving him a right soppy look as she studied him, though he had to jerk away when she lifted the front of his shirt for a peek,

"Hey!" he let out,

"Sorry," she grinned mischievously at him, she wasn't sorry at all. "You're cute, little bit scrawny for my tastes, he said you were a footballer,"

"I am, I'm team captain…" he mumbled awkwardly, because he'd not been a very good team captain, he was only just getting back into the sport and had missed their few matches, feeling to blame for their lack of success in the school championships,

"Aw," she gave his cheek a little stroke before straightening up his tie, "So, how old are you then?" she asked,

"S-seventeen," he didn't mean to stammer,

"Sixteen then," Mitzeee corrected easily, giving him a knowing look when he went to deny it, so he just shrugged, "Well, legal but frowned upon, sounds like Brendan through and through," she laughed,

"I need to get changed…" Ste gestured to the office then,

"Well you'll be getting changed with company," she said before pushing close to Ste's ear and whispering, "Don't forget to lock the door," Ste felt himself blushing again and pressed his hands to his searing cheeks, turning to see Brendan had arrived upstairs and was stood watching them, hands in pockets and expression straight, but there was a hint of 'oh for god's sake' in his eyes that made Ste blush harder. "Just getting to know your little friend," Mitzeee beamed and waved him over, he rolled his eyes before sauntering over,

"This, by the way," he gestured to Ste and Mitzeee, "terrible idea, don't know what possessed me," he said, voice clipped and terse as he spoke, "Now Steven, I don't know what Ann here has said to you, but it's all lies," he chastised,

"Nah I've seen her in them magazines, she's really a model," Ste tried to be flippant, earning a laugh from Mitzeee,

"Oh he's precious Bren, try to keep him this time," Mitzeee laughed, or was it Ann? Ste wasn't sure which to call her now, but he supposed it would be Mitzeee until he knew her better,

"I plan to, providing you can keep this shut," Brendan bit quietly, gesturing her mouth closed, but he was smiling, playful, and it actually felt nice to see him being casually friendly with someone. Lynsey always seemed like a sister to him and the only other people Ste had seen him interact with on more than a just-met basis were Eileen and Eoghan, Eoghan was a dick and Eileen hadn't been happy with him, despite Brendan saying she wasn't like that all the time. "Thought you were getting changed anyway," Brendan hummed to Ste, who shrugged and gestured lamely to Mitzeee, Brendan glanced at her and a look passed between them that Ste couldn't figure out, "Well get in there then," he turned Ste and gave his ass a smack, making him jump and scuttle quickly into the office, turning to see Brendan kiss Mitzeee quickly on the cheek and whisper something to her, a hand resting on her hip, she smiled at him as he pulled back and his fingers slid from her side,

"Me and Warren will deal with the workers, take your time," she offered with a wink and Ste quickly ducked further into the office when Brendan turned to head his way.

Brendan closed the office door after entering, but didn't lock it, heading for the desk and sitting down behind it, Ste huffed a little at this, because Brendan seemed intent on not fucking him then and there. He headed for the door anyway, levelling Brendan with a challenging stare as he turned the latch and locked it, Brendan raised an eyebrow at him before cocking his head in interest, waiting, like he was calling Ste's bluff. Only Ste wasn't bluffing, he gave a wicked little smirk as he shrugged his bag off and tossed it on the leather couch pressed against the wall, loosening his tie and tossing that aside too before beginning to unfasten the buttons of his school shirt.

"Oh we're playin' at this are we?" Brendan asked, Ste didn't answer, pouting his lips a little as his fingers trailed down his front, pushing buttons through and revealing slivers of skin, Brendan let out a low grunt of an exhale, an appreciative sound that had Ste's hands continue lower, untucking his shirt as he began to walk around Brendan's desk. Brendan turned his chair and watched with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the view, Ste's excitement was getting the better of him and he realised he was sort of dancing as he stripped. "No dancing," Brendan ordered, glancing across the room, "and get me your tie," he added, Ste frowned but did as he was told once he'd swayed his way out of his shirt and casually thrown it at him.

He returned with the tie in hand, giving it to Brendan and waiting, "Carry on," Brendan urged, and Ste gave him a smile before unbuttoning his school trousers, sliding the zip down whilst keeping his gaze on Brendan, he pushed his trousers past his hips and let them pool around his ankles. He managed not to look awkward as he stepped on his own heel to push his shoes off, stepping out of them and his trousers and kicking them under the glass desk. Clad now in only his boxers and socks, he stepped forward and straddled Brendan's lap, feeling Brendan's legs spread beneath him to support him, all the while Brendan squeezed his crumpled tie like a stress ball, idly toying with it as he let his gaze rake over Ste's exposed body. He kept the tie in hand as he slid his hands over Ste's hips and round to his ass, tucking them into his boxers and squeezing, grinding Ste down against his prick to point out that he was hard.

"Fuck me," Ste demanded as he leant in to kiss Brendan, touching his hands to his cheeks and drawing him up to meet him, it was slow and almost exploratory, a simple joining and enjoyment of one another, even though Brendan's hands were groping him, long fingers trailing his crack and brushing teasingly over his asshole every so often. A finger gave a little push past the muscle and Ste let out a low moan that was apparently a little too loud for Brendan's liking, as he parted their kiss and withdrew a hand from Ste's pants, brushing Ste's lip with the pad of his thumb, waiting for his lips to part a fraction before moving his hand to push a wad of material into Ste's mouth. Ste went to spit it out but Brendan's hand clamped over his mouth and he shook his head, Ste gave him a questioning look,

"You're too loud, you're always too loud," he purred and Ste let out a huff around his wadded up tie, it was just fabric but it was somehow managing to make his jaw ache. Brendan slowly moved his hand from Ste's mouth, raising his eyebrows as if to ask Ste if he was going to need to cover his mouth again, but Ste didn't say a word, smiling around his mouthful. "Good boy," Brendan brushed his thumb against Ste's lips, reaching blindly for the black opaque drawer in the glass desk, opening it and fishing through it for something, all the while gently fucking Ste's asshole with a dry finger in order to drive him crazy as he sat trying not to grind his dick down against Brendan.

Ste saw the lube and let out a muffled groan of arousal, straining within his boxers, it was awful, Brendan needed to get him out of his pants soon or he was gonna end up creaming them. He wanted to beg Brendan, to grind down on him whilst he took his finger deep, but he couldn't say a word, mouth stuffed with cheap fabric.

"Off," Brendan instructed and Ste did as he was told, moving to press his palms to the desk and present himself, Brendan wheeling his seat so he was directly behind Ste, eyeing him up and liking what he saw. "I don't know if I should bend you over that and fuck you or have you ride me keeping those mischievous hands of yours on the desk," Brendan sighed, like he was being made to decide between two equally boring paint colours for a wall, rather than how to fuck the teenager on display for him. Ste let out an impatient hum around his makeshift gag and bounced his feet on the ground, glancing over his shoulder watching Brendan's eyes follow the motion of his ass, "You're right… there's time for both," Ste almost creamed himself then and there, knees giving a little beneath him before he righted himself and stuck his backside out closer to Brendan, lowering himself onto his elbows on the table, showing Brendan which he'd like to do first. "Gorgeous…" Brendan let out on a breath, and Ste wasn't sure he was supposed to hear it given how quiet it had been, but Brendan's hands found his hips and he stood, pushing the soft fabric down to expose Ste's ass, the elastic dragging Ste's cock down uncomfortably, so he let out an irritated growl around his gag, didn't know why he was humouring Brendan by keeping it in. Brendan chuckled softly, hot breath ghosting over Ste's shoulders as Brendan looped his arms around him to ease the waistband of Ste's boxers down past his cock, pushing them until Ste's thighs were no longer keeping them in place, so they slid down to his ankles.

Brendan ghosted his hands over the jut of Ste's hips and round to his ass, thumbing the cheeks apart briefly and Ste wondered if Brendan was going to eat him out, though Ste wasn't exactly disappointed when Brendan's hand left his ass and cold lube hit his crack and slipped down leaving a cold wet trail on his skin until Brendan's fingers intercepted it and made a beeline for Ste's asshole with it.

It didn't take much for Ste to need to rest his forehead on his arms as Brendan fingered him, loving the feel of Brendan's fingers inside him and his warm palm on his back where it had settled, he pushed back against Brendan's hand, moaning around his gag and trying to take him deeper. Brendan slipped two fingers from him and inserted a third, twisting on the withdraw and drawing soft muffled keening noises from him, he was going to come quicker than ever if Brendan didn't pack it in, but he couldn't beg him to fuck him, so he pulled away, hearing Brendan's confusion as his fingers slipped free of Ste's slick asshole.

"Oh I see, want me to hurry up?" Brendan purred as he leant across Ste's back, Ste could feel the cloth of Brendan's suit pants against one of his ass cheeks, half tempted to wriggle and smear a bit of lube on the fabric, but he knew Brendan wouldn't be pleased with that, so he stayed still and let out a pathetic little whimper, hoping Brendan would understand. "Want me to fuck you?" he nodded against his forearm and Brendan chuckled warm against his neck before standing upright, Ste could barely hear over his thumping heart and rapid breathing, but he noticed the hiss of a zipper and groaned when the head of Brendan's cock rubbed against his asshole.

Ste pushed back and felt Brendan's cock inch into him, it felt so much better than fingers, stretching him more than slick digits could even when it was barely inside, he let out a low, guttural moan, the gag didn't do much to silence him. Brendan's hands found his hips, stopping him from pushing back further, and he leant down to talk quietly to him,

"Steven," Ste opened his eyes, he hadn't realised they were closed, and looked sidelong up at Brendan, Ste already felt dumb and blissed out and they hadn't even gotten to the best part. Accepting this as acknowledgement, Brendan continued, "I wasn't… I wasn't expecting you to…" he tried, he looked awkward and Ste began to feel a sluggish curl of panic in his gut, "I'm not wearing a condom," he said, that was it? That was what Brendan was worrying him over? Sure Brendan was usually quite the stickler for protection, but Ste had never been with anyone else and he trusted that Brendan would be bringing this up a lot differently if he thought he had something. "That okay with you?" he asked and Ste closed his eyes, smiling with cheeks puffed out from the tie in his mouth, he didn't nod, he just pushed back against Brendan's grip, the angle he was at making his hands slip from Ste's hips and allow him to take him deeper. Brendan's groan went straight to Ste's prick and he soon felt full to the brim with cock, crumpling paper under his fingers as he moaned around his gag. He wanted to spit it out and cry out but he knew there were people outside and even if Mitzeee knew what they were up to, he didn't fancy Warren or other strangers knowing he was getting fucked, but at the same time, knowing that someone could hear them was turning him on. He looked at Brendan over his shoulder, seeing how mesmerised he looked seeing where they were joined, he glanced up and caught Ste's eye, giving him a smirk before shifting his hips back and then pushing deep into him again, the feel of an open zipper against his backside only heightened how it felt to have Brendan inside him and he scrunched his eyes closed, concentrating on breathing around his gag and pushing himself back onto Brendan's cock.

Brendan began to fuck him steadily then, digging his fingers into Ste's hips hard enough to bruise as he ploughed his tight hole, telling him how tight he felt, how much he'd missed this, Ste hung off every word and pushed back to meet every thrust, loving the feel of Brendan inside him. Knowing Brendan didn't have a condom separating them just got Ste hotter in anticipation for the glorious creaming he'd get soon and his tie was doing a terrible job at keeping him quiet. Feeling Brendan inside him after their short time apart felt like he was whole, it was stupid but he'd missed Brendan so much, and the way he ended up hunched over Ste, kissing his spine, neck and then cheek all the while pumping into him had Ste forgetting they'd even been apart.

He felt Brendan's hand wrap around his cock and moaned around the gag, opening his eyes and watching his breath fog the glass of the table as his cheek pressed against the cool surface, dazed and in absolute heaven.

Brendan's thrusting was growing erratic and he'd pried himself from Ste's back, bracing a hand on his shoulder, the other still curled around his cock, pumping him and stopping him from slipping forward on the sweat slick surface of the desk whenever Brendan's hips slammed against him. He was so close, but Brendan was closer, nestling his hips flush against Ste's ass as he came, it was different to using a condom, and to his disappointment he couldn't feel himself getting filled, but he felt overwhelmed and emotional, and it was somehow even more intense than when he'd told Brendan how he felt. He cried into his gag and shot over Brendan's fingers, feeling Brendan lean over his back to kiss his neck lightly,

"Here's the good bit," Brendan murmured breathlessly, keeping a hand on Ste's prick as he used the hand on Ste's hip to hold him still, pulling out of him. Then Ste felt it, a hot wetness leaking from him and dripping down his balls and thighs, he let out a muffled moan and his hips bucked, more come slicking Brendan's fingers and the floor below him. He whimpered and his legs felt shaky as hell, he almost crouched down but Brendan released his prick and used his come slick hand to push come back inside Ste's asshole, adding Ste's own to the hot mix, Ste turned slightly to look back at him, seeing he'd sat down and drawn his chair in close, fingering Ste with one hand whilst he stroked come up and down his cock. "You can spit that out if you want," Brendan remarked and Ste did just that, lumping the soggy tie on the desk; his mouth felt cottony and gross and he wasn't sure where his drink had gotten to so he couldn't rectify it, so he just stayed still, licking his lips and willing some saliva back into his mouth. "Surprised you kept it in at all," he chuckled,

"Yer well…" Ste shrugged uselessly,

"I need a breather before round two," Brendan sighed, withdrawing his fingers from Ste's asshole and picking up the shirt Ste had thrown at him earlier, wiping his fingers and his cock off on it, tucking himself away,

"Mmmh… God Bren it's coming out…" Ste gasped, his cheeks felt hot again as he thought about how lewd he must look,

"Looks fucking amazing…" Brendan grunted, transfixed on Ste's wet pucker,

"I wish I could see," he whimpered, watching Brendan roll his eyes before fishing in his pocket for something, pulling his phone out and holding it up. Ste was about to ask what he was doing when he noticed Brendan was looking at the screen, then the back lit up and all he could see was spots, "Ow…" he let out,

"Here," Brendan leant forward, turning his head and brushing mouth and moustache against the side of Ste's ass, holding his phone out to Ste, who took it once his limbs became his own again. Brendan's moustache was tickling him but he managed to focus on the picture on the phone, blinking stupidly, dumbstruck by how disgustingly hot he looked, cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded, looking back past his shoulder as he displayed his asshole for Brendan, come leaking down from the surprisingly tight looking hole, dripping in rivulets down his balls and inner thighs, he could see his still hard cock hanging down too, shiny with lube and come from Brendan's hand. "Why Steven I didn't know you were a narcissist," Brendan hummed against the flesh of his ass, hand slipping between Ste's parted thighs to stroke along the underside of his cock, hard like he hadn't shot his load mere moments ago.

"Uh…" he turned pink in his embarrassment and made to stand, the shift had a fresh glob of come escaping him and he whimpered, "You got a tissue or sommat?" he asked desperately, it felt amazing but he was embarrassed and there was an issue pressing at the back of his mind that he needed to get out in the open.

"Use this," Brendan held Ste's shirt out to him and Ste scowled,

"Oi I have to wear that tomorrow you prick," he scathed but Brendan shrugged,

"I'll lend you one," he said dismissively, taking Ste's hips in hand and pulling him closer so he could carefully clean him up with his own school shirt.

He was embarrassed still about finding himself sexually attractive, but now he was clean at least, if still a little sticky in places, so he set about pulling his boxers on and getting changed, earning a quizzical look from Brendan as he smoothed out his longsleeved black t-shirt,

"Wot?" he grunted, checking the zipper up the one shoulder was fastened, even if it was mostly cosmetic,

"You know… I'm sure I had a shirt like that once…" he mused, stroking his moustache,

"You also used to have joggers like these," Ste pointed out, untying the string at the front and pulling at the waistband to show they would be a bit big without the knot. Brendan chuckled at that, shaking his head before beckoning Ste to come sit on his lap, "What do you want?" Ste asked as he sat down,

"You," Brendan huffed, looking up at him, soon kissing him, but Ste stopped it, "no?" Brendan frowned,

"I… we need to talk Bren…" Ste sighed, as much as he wanted to pretend nothing had happened, Brendan had still hurt him, and they needed to talk about that. They needed to talk about Declan knowing too, despite joking about Declan's irate text yesterday, Ste didn't think Brendan was wholly okay with his son knowing they were together again.

"You're not breaking up with me after that are you?" Brendan chuckled,

"Huh? What? No!" Ste protested, panicking,

"Woah calm down there Steven, it was a joke," Brendan kissed him then and Ste relaxed against him, keeping it chaste and glad Brendan seemed okay with that. "What's the problem?" he asked as they parted, expression serious, lifting a hand to push Ste's hair back off his forehead,

"When Declan saw us… what you said to him…" he felt horrible just thinking about it, "I think… aren't you even sorry?" he asked, meeting Brendan's gaze and hoping he'd say something, frowning when Brendan gave a little smile.

"I've said sorry so many times in my head… had this conversation with myself every day since you walked out, what I'd say if I wasn't… if I wasn't such a coward…" he looked almost fond, tracing his thumb over Ste's thick eyelashes, causing him to wink awkwardly at the touch, "I guess I forgot I hadn't said it out loud… I went into a panic and I ruined everything… and I know I was less than gentle with you when he caught us together…" Brendan sighed, "And I'm truly sorry for that, I don't expect you to forgive me, I don't even know why you're here with me now," he admitted, "You could do so much better than me…"

"But I love you," Ste admitted it in barely a breath, hoping his expression showed how he felt, that he didn't want to do better, Brendan was who he wanted to be with.

"I know," Brendan smiled, "I just don't know if I can…" he gestured between them,

"You don't have to say it just cause I did," Ste pointed out, "I don't mind," he smiled, he knew Brendan cared about him, hell he was almost certain Brendan was going to say it back before Declan caught them, so he didn't mind if Brendan didn't voice it.

"Thank you…" Brendan nodded, he'd run his hands down Ste's body, settling them on his hips, stroking bare skin just under the hem of his t-shirt with idle thumbs, they were interrupted by an aggressive knock on the door, Ste jumping up from Brendan's lap and Brendan making sure he was presentable before getting up to unlock it and open it.

"Oh good, you've finally got your cock out of jail bait," Warren gave out, glancing at Ste, who looked downright ashamed, "Need your signature on some paperwork before they'll get started, plus you might want to actually talk it over with them," he thumbed behind him,

"I'll not be too long Steven, make yourself at home," Brendan dismissed with a slightly irritated look, leaving Ste to sit awkwardly in his chair. Warren didn't follow immediately after, and Ste decided to defend himself.

"Look right… he weren't… he didn't have his…" he tried lamely, cheeks burning with embarrassment,

"Kid, I don't care if he fucks you, I don't care if you fuck him, I don't own the club, if he gets a paedophilia rap, it ain't gonna reflect negatively on me, I can still get a job," he dismissed, still lingering in the doorway,

"You're not gonna tell anyone are you?" Ste asked, "I'm old enough… it's just… you know…"

"Frowned upon? I won't be telling anyone, I don't have a reason to, Brendan is a solid bloke, pretty fair," he shrugged, "Besides, Mitz said she'd castrate me if I ruined this for her," Ste frowned then, "No I don't have a clue what she meant by that either, but I'm not going to risk it," it was a weird conversation and Ste felt uncomfortable as all hell knowing that Warren knew they'd been together, most likely he was aware that it had happened very recently.

Warren left him alone after that and he ended up hanging out with Mitzeee for most of the day, the two of them sitting back on one of the couches and drinking (still only J2Os on Ste's part) whilst they watched Brendan and Warren get roped into helping the workers to move things along. Mitzeee was nice, Ste really liked chatting to her, learning little things about Brendan that he hadn't known before, like how he'd been her manager for a short time and still tended to go to shoots with her to ensure she wasn't taken advantage of.

"He's well nice," Ste sighed,

"He's lovely," Mitzeee agreed, "not that he'd admit to it,"

"I know, god…" they gave each other an exasperated look which Brendan caught, snapping something at a worker and heading over,

"What're you two tittering about?" he asked suspiciously,

"You," Ste said honestly,

"Well pack it in," he ordered, "Foxy's got this down pat and I need to pick Declan up from school,"

"But it's Thursday…" Ste frowned,

"Yeah I know, his mam said I could have him tonight til Monday, since I was away for a while," he looked guilty as he said it and Ste felt bad for questioning it,

"Aright I'll get me things," he hopped up and headed for the office, Brendan following after him. When he turned around, Brendan looked alarmed, "Alright?" he asked,

"Are you comin' with me to get Deccy?" he asked, fidgeting as Ste checked he had everything,

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"Just… does he know you're with me?" He asked, worried,

"I didn't tell him I were waggin' it," Ste realised he probably should have sent them a text or something, oops.

"No I mean…" Brendan trailed off,

"Oh! Well he knew you was textin' me, guessed it was flirting," he shrugged, "We need to tell him anyway," Brendan seemed to deflate at that, "I promised I'd be honest with him Bren, we can talk to him together, it'll be fine," he promised, feeling weird that he was trying to reassure an adult when he was the teenager here. "He's my best mate, your son, we need to tell him about this, cause we owe him that for goin' behind his back in the first place," he explained, nodding resolutely.

"Not yet yeah? I'll drop you off at home…" Brendan sounded distant as he said it,

"We've gotta tell him soon Bren,"

"Yeah but… not tonight… it's my first night seeing him again…" Ste sighed heavily at that, Brendan was giving him a quietly pleading look and he was losing his resolve,

"Fine… but soon, alright?" he huffed, slinging his bag over his shoulder and brushing past Brendan to leave.
"Steven!" Brendan called after him, walking briskly to catch up with him as he left the club, "You're not being short with me now are you?" he asked,

"No, no sorry," Ste sighed, he was a little pissed off but he didn't want to be, he really wanted to be up front with Declan about seeing his dad again, just to assure him everything was okay and that Brendan had apologised to him for what had happened, so he could start actually liking his dad again.

"Good, I'd hate for this to end badly already," Brendan sounded nervous as he laughed, bumping Ste lightly with his shoulder, a gesture that was apparently hereditary in the Brady family given Declan's love of doing that.

"Not gettin' rid of me that easily Bren," Ste smiled, hopping into the car and waiting for Brendan to sit down and buckle in before leaning over and pressing a light kiss to his cheek,

"What's that for?" Brendan asked, smiling almost coyly,

"I dunno… just cause I forgive you I guess," he shrugged, he wasn't sure why he'd done it, he just knew he'd wanted to.

"I'm glad," Brendan smiled, soft and adoring, it warmed Ste from the inside and he felt himself blushing,

"Shurrup…"