This one is bit silly but something I have been thinking a lot...

Brendan was half way through his usual running trail when he remembered an booze order for Baile which was due today before midday. He was supposed to make it last night but there had been incident in the club, group of young men who had too much to drink before they even arrived and who had caused some distraction. After sorted them out and making sure the staff and other customers were okay the order had slipped out from his mind. Brendan cursed in his head for having to leave his run short, but there was no way to it – he had left his phone to home so he had to turn back and retrace his steps until he reached their house.

He let himself in, "It's just me," and walked straight into living room where he remembered he had seen his phone last. He halted in the doorway. "Steven, what are you doing?"

Steven had rushed to their laptop standing in their coffee table to pause the video, but before that he had been bent on the floor in some strange position, arse up and face down on a foamy mat Brendan hadn't seen before. He looked well embarrassed to been caught up like that.

"You were quicker than I thought."

"Yeah, I can see that. What the hell were you doing?" Brendan asked again. He started to enjoy Steven getting more red and awkward.

"Nothing. Just some stretching."

"Steven Hay. Are you doing yoga?" Brendan let out a laugh and that made Steven's expression go from embarrassed to pissed off. Brendan enjoyed teasing him; he had teased Steven before by suggesting him to join him in the gym, but Steven had laughed it off. He loved Brendan working out judging how he always was all over him after gym sessions, but he had never shown any interest to do any exercises himself. Brendan had no idea how he stayed that skinny but maybe this was the answer.

"Shut up, right. It's just something Mitzeee showed me."

"Anne? She got you into this?" Brendan walked to him and leaned to peer in the laptop screen. It looked like a youtube video titled something like 'morning yoga'.

"Yeah, 'cause... Cause she once found me stretching in the kitchen, okay, after I was bit sore from... You know." And when Brendan gave him a buzzled look Steven went on. "From sex. Being all bent up, I mean," he rushed to continue when he saw Brendan's mortified face. "Not like in pain or anything." He run his hand soothingly down on Brendan's arm and his eyes were soft for a few second before he remembered he was supposed to be pissed off from Brendan teasing him. "So yeah, she suggested I should try some yoga to keep me limbs bendy."

"So you have been doing yoga while I'm in a run, eh?" Brendan lifted his eyebrow and Steven pouted even more, telling him the answer was yes. "With a mat and all. Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Cause I keep it in our cleaning closet." Steven was grinning now. "You never look there unless I tell you to."

"Does it help, then? To keep you all... Bendy?" Brendan looked him up and down and Steven was flushing again.

"You should know. But yeah, I mean it's great after we have been... you know, doing it a lot and my joints are bit sore."

"Yeah?" The whole conversation was giving Brendan all kind of mental images. "Wanna show me how you do it?"

"No, you'll laugh." Steven was being spiky again. Brendan dropped his voice a bit.

"I won't, I promise. I just would like to see how bendy you are."

Brendan could see the penny to drop and Steven quickly glancing down on Brendan's crotch. All his sharp angles were gone as he gave Brendan a look under his long lashes. "Alright, yeah."

Brendan sat down on the sofa where he had a perfect view when Steven lowered himself on his knees on the mat, facing away from Brendan so when he dropped himself to all fours Brendan's gaze instantly fixed on his bum. Steven started to flex his spine, slowly, and it made Brendan think the times he was moving like that underneath him. His dick was starting to stir by the thought.

"This is what the lady in the video calls cat cows." Steven's voice drew Brendan back and he saw Steven was looking at him over his shoulder.

"Oh yeah? Is there more animals?"

Steven smiled knowingly and then he pushed his arse up in a position looking like upside down 'v'. "This is downward facing dog." His head was dangling between his arms and he started to peddle his feet, making his bum shake from side to side. Brendan was aware Steven was staring at him between his legs but he couldn't take his eyes off from his backside.

"That's good. Looks effective."

"It is. Makes me back stretch nicely." Then he sifted forward in a smooth motion until he was on his belly, then lifted his upper body by pushing his arms straight. "Can't forget the counter pose, can we?"

"We certainly can't." When Steven was moving back up to his starting position Brendan pushed a hand inside his pants and took a hold of his cock. "Go on."

Steven threw him a hot look and his smile was almost devilish when he started to move again. He didn't bother with commentary anymore, knowing Brendan's focus was solely on his arse now and he seemed to make sure to get into positions where he got the best view. Brendan pulled his dick out from his pants, spat on his hand and kept on stroking himself, enjoying the sight in front of him. He was aware how loud his breathing was but couldn't help it – it was his own private show, seeing Steven stretch himself in his tight T-shirt and pants, imagining to get him in those positions in bed while fucking him.

He let out a groan when Steven was pushing his bum up again and it seemed like Steven wasn't able to contain himself anymore, he spun over and was kneeling in front of Brendan so fast, replacing Brendan's hand with his own. Brendan took a hold of his face and leaned to kiss him while Steven was wanking him off, and it didn't take long from his talented fingers to squeeze Brendan just right to get him blow all over Steven's hand. He let out a pleased laugh against Brendan's mouth and then they were both looking down at it, Steven pumping out every last drop before surging down to lick him clean. Brendan leaned back and let out a sigh, watching closely how Steven's tongue lapped the cum away. Once he was done Steven crawled on Brendan's lap and kissed him, grinding himself against him, making sure Brendan could feel how hard he was. Brendan pushed his hand down in Steven's pants and groped his ass while sucking his own taste out from Steven's tongue.

He used his other hand to take hold of Steven's hair, pulled his head back and licked his throat. Sounds the lad was making were delicious, ragged breaths and broken cries when he let Brendan nibble the sensitive skin on his neck. Brendan pulled his hand out and gave Steven's arse a mighty smack.

"I need to make a phone call, and once I'm done you better be naked in our bed."

"Yeah?" Steven was panting hard. Brendan could see how hard he tried to battle with his desire to submit but also wanting to challenge Brendan, not knowing which one to follow.

"Yeah. If you are a good boy I'll fuck you until we need to get to work."

"What if I'm not a good boy?" Steven was still grinding on Brendan's lap and Brendan's dick was starting to get ready again from the movements.

Brendan took hold of his head again and bit his lip. "I'll still fuck you."

Steven groaned and scrambled off from him, threw him a one last heated look before rushing upstairs. Brendan took a few long breaths to calm himself before getting his phone.

It was the quickest booze order he had ever made.