I'm SO sorry about the wait, RL is a bummer. Anyhow this chapter is short and I am hoping the next one will be longer, I will admit, this is getting progressively harder and considering it's coming to the end I hope it will be finished by next week (please lord!), as I have been writing a new fic and want to put all of my effort into that! I thank you all SO much for sticking with this fic and thank-you once again for reviewing! I love you guys x

Brendan POV

"Brendan, where are we going?!" you look at Steven as he whines at you and smile; this is the seventh time he has asked that question since you got in the taxi. The good part is you are only five minutes away from the airport.

"Steven, can ye wait? Just bepatient, we're almost there!" you cannot wait to see his face when he finds out where you are taking him…although you're not sure how he'll react, to be honest you're not sure how you're gonna react to this place. Steven's guessed many countries, some being- Paris, Rome…all of the clichés and he has no clue what-so-ever. To your surprise it had been with Doug's help that you decided your honeymoon would be here, he had caught you pacing in the office; thinking of where to go. When he suggested here you had immediately thanked him and booked everything.

"But I don't want to be patient!" Steven's whining again, breaking up your thoughts as he begins to stroke your leg, trying to coax you into telling him.

"Well that's tough Steven"

"Eugh!" he takes his hand away from you and crosses his arms, pouting and huffing every now and then. The rest of the taxi journey is in silence.

"Now can you tell me?!"

You have checked in, had your luggage taken from you, proceeded through security and now you are waiting for your flight; the whole time Steven has been going on and on at you to tell him where you are going. You sigh and look around for a message board, you see one and point to it.

"There, second one down".

Steven looks up to where you are pointing, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Rarotonga…where's that?" you inwardly laugh as he becomes more and more confused, face concentrated as though he's trying to figure out where this place is; you know he hasn't heard of it before, heck before Doug had said anything about it you had only heard of it at school.

"It's one of the Cook Islands Steven…" that's when you realise you haven't really done your research; all you know is there's a beach and a mountain if you're in to hiking…which you are not. You sit back down and rest your arm on the back of Steven's chair; he looks content and soon shuffles in closer to you.

"So…is this place busy?" he's looking up at you, face a picture of innocence and blinking those ridiculously long lashes.

"I don't know, why?" you say, does it matter if the place is busy or not?

"Oh nothing…does it have a beach?"

"Yeah…" you have absolutely no clue where this is going.

"Will the beach be busy do you reckon?" Steven has shuffled even closer, close enough for you to be able to smell his aftershave, feel his breath on the side of your neck. You swallow, a lump forming in your throat; being in such close proximity to Steven has never been easy for you. It always makes your brain fuzzy and your body burn with need.

"I-I…-" your breath hitches as he begins to trail a finger up and down your chest, the touch feather-light, teasing. You look around to see if anyone is watching and they're not, far too caught up in their holiday preparations to see the effect Steven is having on you. "-I don't know…probably, why?" he trails his hand lower and lower until it's just above the waistband of your jeans, smirks as you involuntary lift your hips as he gives the lightest of touches over your covered cock and then pulls away; leaving your head a mess just from him teasing you.

"Shame-" he says, shifting even further away from you as you almost whimper with need, "-I didn't want it to be busy…".

"W-why?"

He looks at you and smiles, you knew what he was thinking before you even asked but you wanted to know. Wanted to know if he was thinking the same as you.

"Well…-" and once again he's moving towards you, one hand holding yours while the other rests on your thigh, tracing up again. "-You can do a lot on a beach Bren-" suddenly he's on his feet, pulling you up with him and moving to whisper into your ear."-and there's also a lot you can do in an airport" before you can say anything he's pulling you towards the toilets, people moving out of the way and glancing at your interlocked hands. God knows what they are thinking, probably too busy looking at the horny mess of a man you have become thanks to Steven. He pushes the toilet door open and quickly checks to see if there is anyone around, it's empty so he walks back over to you and crashes your lips together, a desperation in his movements.

"Steven…what are ye doing?!" you breathe as you eventually pull apart, head swimming from the lack of oxygen.

"I want you Brendan, right now…" he starts tugging at your shirt, fumbling as he tries to make his fingers move quicker, trying to unbutton your shirt as quickly as possible. You take over; unbuttoning as you back him into a toilet cubicle, turning so Steven can lock it behind you. You don't know how long you've got before you have to board the plane, but you know you need this, are too worked up to walk back out of here without a release. When you turn back around Steven already has his trousers and boxers pooled at his ankles, dick as hard as a rock and pointing upright.

"That was quick…" you mumble as, you walk towards him and take his cock into your hands. You smile, delighted when he starts moaning as soon as you grasp him.

"Well…I've been horny all morning!" he puts his hands between your bodies, unzipping and pulling you out of your boxers in one fluid motion. You groan as he picks up speed, matching your rhythm and swiping over your head, spreading the pre-come that has built at your slit down the length of you. Your foreheads are together, panting into each-others mouth; minds not clear enough to be able to kiss and carry on with your hand movements. You don't care if you're in a public place, too lost in the moment to worry when someone walks in, hearing you and you practically scream each-others names as you come, spilling into each-others fists and on the others bare torso. As you come down, you kiss Steven languidly, both slick with sweat.

"Jesus…" you say as you pull apart and grab some tissue, passing some to Steven as you clean yourself up as best as you can.

By the time you're both presentable enough to leave the toilets, the intercom has sounded to tell you your plane is ready for boarding. You and Steven walk out of there as though you haven't been in the toilets for over fifteen minutes; one man giving you a disgusted look, you guess he was the one who had walked in earlier. You smirk at him and wink, amused when he gawps in horror and you look away, proceeding to walk to the plane.

The plane ride was exhausting, long and drawn out, both you and Steven had fallen asleep only half an hour before you landed and to be honest you feel like shit. You're in another taxi, on the way to the hotel and Steven is slumped against your shoulder, snoozing and fidgeting every now and then. Its hot here, almost too hot to bear, especially as its ten o'clock at night; from what you can see this place is truly beautiful. The beach looks gorgeous and in the distance you can see the mountain, a strange shaped bridge leading up to it, lights twinkling in the darkness and stars shining in the density of the night.

You look forward again and realise the hotel is just ahead, you look over to Steven and he looks so peaceful that it's a shame to wake him.

"Steven, wake up…we're here" He groans and stretches out, t-shirt rising and exposing a peek of golden flesh; if you wasn't so tired then you would be eager to touch it. Steven doesn't say a word as he steps out of the taxi and moves around the car to get your luggage, his movements slow through the fatigue he is feeling. You lean over and pay the driver, telling him to keep the change and stepping out of the car; Steven has taken all of the suitcases out and you take two of them, dragging them towards the entrance.

You're quick to check in and get the key-card, too tired to make idle chit-chat so you leave as soon as you have the key and enter the elevator. Steven is falling asleep against you and you have to practically pull him towards the room, his feet dragging along the floor. You do not take in your surroundings as you enter the room, chucking the suitcase onto the floor and walking into the bedroom, both of you pulling your clothes off before you have even stepped over the threshold. You slump into bed and Steven flops on top of you, wrapping himself around your body and entwining your legs.

"Night Bren, I love you" he says, sighing and kissing your chest lightly.

"I love ye too" you instantly feel sleep overtake you and you slip into a dreamless, peaceful slumber.

I apologise for the ending, I'm ashamed of myself to be honest.