Last one...
It was Tuesday and one of the barmaids had called in sick so Brendan was filling in the upstairs bar. Like any other Tuesday it was a calm night, not many customers coming in so he had plenty of time going through some paperwork too between serving the punters a pint or a cocktail. There was man sitting on a stool by the counter, making idle chitchat to Brendan as lonely people sometimes do with the serving staff, while waiting someone to catch their eyes or if they were looking for free therapist who to pour their problems to. Brendan hardly paid any proper attention to him, other than short replies while going through their inventory list, but there was something he said that made Brendan stop what he was doing.
"So, you're like the owner of this place, aren't you? You look like you're the boss."
It was more of the way he said it, all sly and flirty, which made Brendan look at him properly the first time. The lad was about the same age than Steven was, bit taller, more muscular than what usually made Brendan's blood boil but still a good looking chap. He was watching Brendan intently with his bright grey eyes and gave him a wide smile with teeth gleaming now when he finally got Brendan's attention.
"Yeah, I'm the boss." He said and the way the lad leaned bit more over the counter towards him made Brendan mind go boggles. He had forgotten how easy it was. Brendan knew there was something in him which made being on a pull so simple that it had almost made it lost it's appeal; there had never been a real sense of hunt, he had just made his pick with the lads and got them eat from his palm in no time. Sometimes he had just gone and get himself a drink and someone was throwing themselves on him like this lad was now. And it had been what he had wanted, something easy and quick, no feelings, nothing else than an eager body against his, the moment of pride from seeing how he could make those men fall apart with pleasure before forgetting them soon as he was out from them.
Seeing this lad now, thinking he had a chance with him and eager to please him left Brendan baffled that he used to be into that. That there was a time when it was enough for him, going out, picking up a lad, preferably someone young and skinny, someone who in the dark could be passed as the scrawny Manc he had seen on telly. It was weird to think that now he had that said Manc in his bed each night, and he was so much more than just a quick shag.
"Well, what does the boss do for fun, then?" The man was practically purring, so sure he would get it off with Brendan, so sure of his own good looks that there was no way Brendan would say no. Before Brendan could come up with the way to crash the guy back on earth he caught the sent of spices and felt the heat as someone coming to stand next to him.
"He likes to stick it in me." Steven's accent was thicker when he was pissed off. "Why, d'you think you have something better to offer?"
"I didn't... I wasn't... Sorry." The lad was blushing and stuttering while being getting the death stare from Steven. Brendan was tempted to watch his fiance to tear the poor lad in pieces but the man quickly stood up, grabbed his pint and rushed down the stairs to downstairs bar instead.
"Now now, Steven, play nicely with the customers." Brendan smiled as Steven kept staring the staircase like he was planning to go after the lad. "Thought you were busy with cooking, anyway."
"I had a few minutes of spare time and thought I could come and say hi, and then I saw that lad coming on to you through the window." Steven was pouting and Brendan could picture it, Steven glaring at them through the opening they had between the kitchen and the bar, probably picking up the lad's flirting way before Brendan did himself.
"He's gone now, so." Brendan slid his hands back to Steven's neck. There was flour on his forehead and the heat of the kitchen had flattened his hair. With the pout and the murderous shine in his eyes he looked rather delicious. "Hi."
Steven frown melted away and his pout changed into a massive smile when he looked up at him. "Hello." And then he tilted his head up and Brendan leaned down to give him the kiss he was wanting. It was supposed to be a short one, but Steven pressed against him, refusing to let it end so it went on, making Brendan forget for a second that they were in public. When they finally pulled away there was a young woman standing next to the counter, smiling softly at them.
"Sorry, could I get another margarita?"
"Coming right up." Brendan released his hold on Steven. "See you later, alright?" he said in a low voice and Steven gave him a nod. When Brendan turned to make the drink he felt a sudden sting on his arse as Steven slapped him there. He looked Steven over his shoulder with disbelief, you're gonna pay for this later, and Steven grinned widely as he disappeared back to his kitchen.
The girl on the counter was still smiling. "Can I just say, you two are so adorable!"
Adorable? "Okay." Brendan handed her the drink and thankfully she said nothing else, realising he wasn't in the mood of discussing his relationship with her.
Rest of the night went by relatively quickly. Brendan stayed on the upstairs bar most of the time, and he liked to watch Steven through the opening when ever he had a spare moment. Steven was constantly moving, frying something or checking the oven, kneading the dough or chopping his ingredients with steady focus. Brendan loved to see him like that, on his own element and confident as fuck. Every now and then Steven looked up from what he was doing and their eyes met, and the knowledge that Brendan could take him home after their shift excited him more than all those random shags in his past combined. Not even with Vincent had he ever felt like this; what he had felt then had scared Brendan to death when he had found himself holding the lad after sex and not wanting to instantly leave. But eventually he always had, and if Vincent would have lived Brendan would have still walked away from him.
With Steven, however, there was no leaving. It was clear from every look they exchanged, the solid knowledge inside Brendan's gut that without Steven there would be nothing.
Brendan could hardly remember the lad from earlier but Steven clearly hadn't forgotten him, judging from the way he kept staying as close as possible to Brendan when it was time to close down and clear the place. They sent rest of the staff home and Steven drove the short drive to their place, as Brendan had drank few whiskeys while in the bar.
"So, did he come back then?" Steven asked, pretending to be cool while staring at the road but Brendan could tell he was everything but calm, from the way his jaw was jutting and his lips were pressed together. It seemed too good of an opportunity to tease Steven to let it pass.
"Saw him in the downstairs." Brendan replied and kept an close eye on every flicker of expression on Steven's face.
"Did you went after him?" Steven was pouting now.
"Yeah, wanted to see if he was still up for it, a quickie on the loos." Brendan said and then laughed when Steven threw him a murderous glance. "Went to check if everything was alright down there, didn't I, and saw him in the crowd. I didn't talk to him." The lad had seemed to try his hardest to look like he had been focused on his phone, too embarrassed to look at Brendan again. "You think I would be interested a gym bunny like that?"
"That what he was? Had a good look at him, eh?"
"He was fit alright." Brendan grinned when Steven's expression clouded some more. "I prefer someone more scrawny, though..."
"Yeah, right." Steven parked the car and they walked in their house in silence. Brendan let them in and was hardly through the door when Steven was on him, kissing him so hard it was almost violent, his teeth biting Brendan's lips while he was tearing Brendan's clothes off. It took a few second from Brendan to get past the surprise, and then his hands were on Steven's arse, first over his jeans and then quickly pulling the zipper open so he could fit them inside and knead the bare skin. When he slid his fingers down the crack Steven groaned in his mouth.
"Upstairs." Brendan pulled back enough to breathe the word on to Steven's ear while he bit on Brendan's neck. "Now."
Steven was pulling Brendan with him up the stairs, their hands grabbing hold where ever they could and them crushing together for kisses and bites. They didn't bother to put on the lights until they reached their bedroom. Brendan wanted to see everything, and by the time he had reached to the bedside table to put on the light Steven was kneeling in front of him, getting his pants open and pulling Brendan's dick out. Brendan could feel his teeth while Steven sucked him, and the roughness of the way Steven treated him made Brendan turned on more. He threw off his jacket and shirt, and grabbed Steven's hair to pull him up. Brendan could taste himself on Steven's tongue as he sucked it before stripping his top off, and then pushed him on the bed and pulled his pants and underwear off at once. He pulled his socks off too before taking hold of his ankles and spreading his legs wide, and the sight of Steven being exposed like that made Brendan's cock ache. He had to let go of Steven so he could strip off his own pants, and Steven shuffled further on the bed so Brendan had space to kneel between his thighs.
Brendan stroked his hands up and down Steven's hairy legs before bowing down to kiss his dick. Steven was squirming, both embarrassed and aroused by the attention.
"Brendan, come on."
"Impatient, are we?" He teased and offered two fingers for Steven to suck, and while he did so Brendan licked his dick and pubes. When Steven had coated his fingers with saliva Brendan pulled them out and stroked them against Steven's hole, feeling it react to the touch before widening to let them slide in. Brendan kept kissing Steven's belly while he fingered him open, getting high of Steven's moans and way he kept pushing back against his digits, clearly wanting more. When Brendan bit down on his tattoo Steven shuddered and there was stream of pre-cum leaking out of him.
Brendan pulled his fingers out and knelt up to reach the lube from the nightstand, but Steven grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers again. He had never done that before; he had tasted himself from Brendan's tongue plenty of times but never from his fingers and the sight of it was almost too much. Steven gave him the filthiest look when he released Brendan's fingers from his mouth, rose up a bit to take the lube and squirted it on his hand and stroked it on Brendan's dick before settling back down. "Fuck me."
Brendan lifted Stevens legs on his shoulders and guided the tip of his dick against Steven's entrance. No matter how many times they fucked those first seconds of Steven's body letting him in always filled Brendan with so many feelings he almost got lost with it. He stayed still for a moment, leaning over Steven, folding him half, them both gasping and getting used to the sensations, before they locked eyes and Brendan started to move, every push forcing a gasp or moan out from Steven and Brendan wasn't able to control the noises he was making as they filled their bedroom with grunts and cries.
Steven's hands were on Brendan's arse, pulling him deeper and the way his body was tensing told Brendan he would come soon. He shifted his weight to his right arm so he could take Steven's dick on his left hand and stroked him in the rhythm of his movements inside him. Steven looked at what Brendan's hand was doing and his cries got higher and higher, until he was shaking and whimpering while cumming, Brendan guiding the streams on Steven's belly. He squeezed until Steven was all done, and then pushed himself upwards, grabbing Steven's thighs for the last pushes to reach his own orgasm. Steven was gasping to get his breath back, sliding his hands to Brendan's waist for support.
"Come on me," his voice was lower than usual, thick with sex as he kept holding Brendan's gaze, "come on, mark me."
Brendan hammered inside him few more times before pulling out, took hold of himself just in time to direct his cum to mix with Steven's, decorated the developing bruise on his tattoo. There was so much satisfaction on Steven's face and he let out a laugh while watching last drops of Brendan's cum landing on him, and then Brendan almost crushed him from falling on him, kissing him like his life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
They laid entwined and sticky, no space between them as they were too spent to kiss now, and just breathed on to each other's mouths. Then they were smiling and laughing, fingers slowly tracing on skin, the cum stuck on their skin and bodyhair but neither of them wanting to move. They could get cleaned on the morning and change the sheets, this moment right now was far too good to be broken. Only thing Brendan did was to reach to shut the light, leaving them in comfortable darkness where the touch was more important than sight.
Brendan was almost dozed off, face buried on Steven's neck, his senses filled with him, Steven's scent, the sound of his breathing, the heat of his body, and he thought Steven was dropping off too until he suddenly spoke, voice filled with pride and excitement.
"Nine more days till our wedding."