"Is it.. Can you move a bit?"
"Ow! Careful where you point that thing!"
"Shh, Bren, the kids. Let me just... There, is it deep enough?"
"You said you knew what you were doing."
"I do! It's just dark so I don't... I think it's where it should. What do you think?"
"Looks good to me."
They stood in their backyard middle of the night, staring down on the ground of the green plant standing in the hole Steven had dug to it. Steven tilted his head.
"The lady in the shop did say the green bits shouldn't go deeper than they already are, didn't she? So I think it's okay now."
"Yeah. Just shovel the soil back in so we can get this done."
Steven threw a glance at him. "This was your idea, so you can't complain."
"It was just a thought, didn't know you'd get this excited about it." Brendan pushed his hands in his jeans pockets and watched as Steven carefully pushed the soil around the plant with the shovel. It was banana plant, or that what the lady in the garden centre had said, and it had been Brendan's idea. He had listened Lucas going on how he wanted to plant fruits and Brendan had remembered seen plants labelled as bananas somewhere. So day before they had drove in their closest garden centre to buy one, and they had hid it from the kids. When Leah and Lucas had come to stay with them today, Brendan had suggested Lucas to put half a banana on the ground to see if it would grow. He felt almost stupid from how much he waited to see Lucas's face the next morning when he would see the plant.
"There." Steven stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Looks good, dunnit?"
"Perfect." Brendan hoped the summer night was dark enough that Steven didn't see his smile but the way Steven quickly stroked his arm told he knew what Brendan was thinking. It was weird to be a dad and still be so new to this, but every time he saw Steven's kids – their kids – Brendan felt he learned something new.
"They'll be well excited in the morning, won't they? We better get cleaned up and get in the bed too before they wake us up." Steven looked down to himself, and so did Brendan – even in the dim light he could see how he had somehow managed to get the dirt all over his hands and trousers. With the shovel in his hand he looked like a proper worker. "What?" Steven asked and Brendan realised he had been staring.
"Nothing. Just, this suits you, the physical labour." Brendan kept his voice low like he knew Steven liked it.
"Shut up you, I do labour each day in the kitchen, me!"
"I know, but it's a change to see you all sweaty and dirty from something else than making posh food for posh people." Brendan took a step closer but Steven still didn't seem to get his drift.
"What, you calling me food posh, it's not, it's -"
"Steven." Brendan leaned even closer. "I'm saying this makes you look... very manly."
"Oi, that's whatsit, stereotypical." And before Brendan could tell him to shut the fuck up and kiss him Steven frowned as the penny finally dropped. "You mean..."
"Yes, I mean." Brendan whispered against his face and it was like a flick of a switch, Steven was looking him under his lashes and biting his bottom lip, no sign of annoyance to be seen. "Shame we have the kids and someone's noisy..."
"Looks like you have to wait till tomorrow, then." Steven teased, well aware that wouldn't happen.
Brendan grabbed his arm and pulled him with him towards the little tool shed they had in the corner of their yard, where they kept their law mower and what ever tools they had. He pulled the door open and manhandled Steven inside. It was so small that there was hardly any space for both of them, and Brendan had to leave the door in crack. He was on Steven straight away, kissing his mouth, cheek and neck, nibbling his ear, hands stroking up and down his back while Steven's were already inside Brendan's shirt, scraping his sides. When Brendan pushed his hand down in Steven's pants to grab his arse he stopped him.
"Wait. I haven't been in a loo."
Brendan pushed Steven's pants down and dropped to his knees. Steven's dick was already hard when Brendan wrapped his fingers around it, and the he was licking and sucking the head of it before taking him fully in. Steven was trying to be quiet but Brendan felt pleased to himself when the small place was filled with steady line of Steven's ah's and oh's and fucks. Brendan's other hand stroked Steven's belly and then moved upwards so he could stroke his nipple. Steven cried out and felt ready to blow, but Brendan released him from his mouth, stood up and quickly unzipped himself and pulled his own cock out. He spat on his palm and took both of their dicks in his hand and rubbed them together. Steven flung his arms around Brendan's shoulders and panted against his mouth when Brendan's hand worked faster and faster on them.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Steven's voice was getting higher and then he was shaking against Brendan, the way he fell apart looking so hot that Brendan picked up his speed and came too just seconds later. It was like all the energy left Steven for a moment, he leaned against Brendan like a rag doll, gasping for air. Brendan kissed the side of his head, breathed in the mixture of scent of Steven's shampoo, the earthy scent from outdoors and the scent that was purely Steven himself. He kept squeezing them in his hand until Steven pulled back a bit.
"Ow," he said and then burst out his honking laughter when Brendan released his hold from their roughly treated dicks. Steven took a hold of Brendan's wrist and lifted it up to his face, and started to lick away every bit of cum that had poured over Brendan's hand. There was quite a lot on their shirts too, sticky. Then they were kissing and Steven seemed to have his energy back, rubbing himself against Brendan like he was already hungry for more.
"I wanna taste you, come on."
"You are insatiable. But we need to get inside in case the kids get up." Brendan kissed him once more and they tucked themselves away before getting out from the shed. "You can blow me in a shower."
"How come it's okay for you to get blown inside while the kids are staying?" Steven smiled. "That's unfair."
Brendan threw his arm around Steven's shoulder as they walked back to the house, and leaned to lick his ear. "Because I'm not so noisy I'll wake up everyone."
"Wanna bet?" There was a challenge in Steven's eyes which shoot straight to Brendan's dick, making him think he would be ready again in no time.
"Yeah. Show me what you got, boy." Brendan whispered when they sneaked quietly inside, and there was fire in the kiss he got back as a reply.
Ten minutes later, back against the shower wall, Steven deep throating him with all his skills and fingering him, Brendan almost lost his bet, the noise of the water barely muffling his moans enough not to wake the kids up.