Hollyoaks Stendan (Steven and Brendan)

Ste and Brendan from about 10 years ago. I stopped watching Hollyoaks for years because I honestly felt it was rubbish but have recently discovered the old Ste and Brendan Brady storyline - thinking how could I have missed it?

I can't get enough of them! Both are beautiful and amazing actors. Complex characters. Their back stories are so fascinating and the chemistry between them is so real on the screen.

Any reviews (Fanfic) or kudos/comments (Archive of Our Own) would be gratefully received.

I plan to continue this story.

Stendan begins

Brendan locked the cellar door to his bar and pocketed the key in his pocket. 'You're not going anywhere', he told him firmly and then smiled at him enigmatically but not before his eyes scanned his body oh so quickly and discreetly that Ste almost missed it.

But his meaning was clear.

Ste looked back at him in fear even though this was all he ever wanted – he'd dreamed about his handsome new boss coming on to him and turned his face away. He couldn't keep up with those fiery - blue eyes blazing through him like they were piercing through his very soul. The desire on the other man's face was overpowering.

Ste was still bruised from their last encounter when he'd misread the signals and had the temerity to kiss his 'superior' without permission. Brendan had made it very clear that he didn't like to be touched first and Ste would never be foolish enough to make that mistake ever again.

The Irishman started to slowly bear down on him while the young English man clutched his crate of beer in front of him like a shield. With his ribs still bruised from when he'd crossed the line for the first and last time, he didn't think he would be able to fight the other man off but Brendan paused suddenly in front of him.

'What – what do you want?'

'One thing.' He smiled gently at him while drinking him in with his eyes. 'You', he replied with a smile playing on his lips.

'But…but I thought…'

'You thought wrong.' Brendan took the crate away from him with surprising gentleness and laid it on the earthern cellar floor. Then he just stood there in front of him and stared at him approvingly before he gave him an arrogant, little smile.

Ste turned his face away and slumped back to the wall where he was cornered and exposed his neck. Brendan chuckled at the youth's unconscious body language of submission. He was perfect!

The club-owner reached over slowly and tucked a stray strand of dark blonde hair behind Ste's ear. The latter finally had the courage to meet his eyes then and looked up at him shyly from under his long lashes. But at least he was looking slightly less scared but not much.

Oh, you pretty, pretty boy, Brendan thought but didn't say. The prettiest boy I have ever laid eyes on!

He drew his face down to his slowly and bumped their lips. He saw Ste's reaction and how he relaxed just the tiniest bit.

Brendan did it again and this time the other was ready and waiting. He smiled back at the young man of 21 years who already had 2 small children of his own, mischievously.

Just one more…

This time he responded enthusiastically and when Brendan's tongue entered his mouth, he let his swirl around it and leaned into him. Still, he didn't dare to touch him until Brendan grabbed him passionately. Now, Ste couldn't get enough of him after touching him tentatively at first, only the nagging pain of his bruised ribs healing put a damper on things. He put his hand to his side to hold them momentarily. And when they took their shirts off, he saw Brendan glance at the yellowing patches of skin.

Yet he didn't ask about the damage he'd inflicted, he didn't care. Still, he took care to be careful with the boy when he had him bent over a barrel.

Literally.

'Now, are you really sure you want this? I know it's your first time with a man, you told me it was, remember? Unless you…since last week…'

'No – I mean yes, I mean no, there's been no-one.' Ste panted in impatience, cutely stumbling over his words.

'Tell me you want me.' Brendan smirked as he reached over and got the lube from his trouser pocket which was strewed over a crate of Guinness.

How ironic.

'I want you…what you doin'?' Ste tried to turn around.

'Don't look.' Brendan ordered. 'I'm jus' trying to make your first time as easy on you as possible. But there's going to be pain and a lot of it, probably.'

'It's fine.'

'Tell me again that you want me.'

Ste sighed in frustration and rounded back on him in full nude against his 'master's' orders to give him an eyeful to Brendan's satisfaction. 'I said I want you but it's not like I have a choice. You're my boss and you'd probably beat me black and blue again if I said 'No'!'

Brendan brought his hand to mouth and stepped back.

'Wouldn't you?' Ste screamed back at him in accusation, suddenly finding his pent-up anger at what had happened the week before as he straightened up to face him.

Brendan wondered casually if the fireproof door was also soundproof. He'd underestimated the boy and taken him for a submissive doormat. 'Keep your voice down…No…I would never…I'm not like…No!'

Ste laughed nervously. 'So that isn't why you locked us in here?'

'No! I thought you wanted me too.'

'I do!'

'I'm not doing this. Should have thought before I tried it on with a beautiful boy. A virgin of all things.' He mocked him.

Ste looked back at him expressionlessly.

Brendan tossed him his clothes before he gave him his back and started pulling on his own. The expensive Italian designer suit he'd had tailored in Rome was all rumpled now as well as the purple silk shirt that went with it, he saw with irritation. He'd probably have to go home and change but it wasn't like he hadn't planned this. He discreetly pocketed the tube of lube – he'd have to hide it somewhere or take it with him. It wouldn't be good for clients or his other staff to find it. What would they think went on there?

He grinned where the other couldn't see at the images in his head. Of what he still wanted to do with little Steven. But he wasn't going to let him know that.

'Get dressed.' He ordered his young employee behind him. 'And when you're ready, come back to the bar and work for the money I pay you.'

'No! Pleease…' Ste ran at him. 'I didn't mean it. Shouldn't have said those things…Can't we pick up where we left off?', he said with his eyes pleading oh so sweetly. Brendan had a sudden image of a cute puppy putting up its paws and begging for scraps.

It was so easy.

'Uh, uh,.. oh.' Brendan spun back and put up one hand, stopping him in his tracks. 'Remember what happened last time you upset me. Now, get up those stairs and work the bar.'

'OK, but does that mean you and me…are still…?' Ste gabbled desperately as he quickly tugged on his jeans and T-shirt. 'We are, aren't we?'

Brendan was close to laughing and not just on the inside. He had Ste right where he wanted him.

'I haven't decided yet. Now, get back to work!' But he did give his backside a quick slap when he raced up the stairs in front of them causing Ste to look back at him with wide eyes.