A/N: Sorry for the small wait, I'm not happy with this chapter at all. It's a fail and however much I've tried to change it, I can't make it any better. Reading this back made even me cringe, so pass this chapter if you wish. Plus, the whole ice-cream thing wasn't going great, so sorry if you wanted sexy-food action.

I'm not selling this well am I? ;) I'll let you lot be the judges…

Ste's POV

I may not be the sharpest tool in the box, but I know what he wants… well, I think I do. And that's not really my thing; me and Amy had a bad experience once. It got very sticky and ruined the whole thing. I'd rather not risk this time round, not with this man.

I confidently get from my sit and walk over to his side. He cocks his eyebrows up whilst he eyes me up like him his pray. He makes me feel sexy as hell; the excitement he builds in me with just one look is unbelievable.

'Don't I taste good enough for you anymore?'

I joke, well kinda, I don't want to get too cocky. That's never really worked for me.

He scrapes his chair back against the floor taps his leg. I climb over him and wrap my arms around his neck and play casually at his small hairs.

'I'm afraid food will always win out to you, Stevie- boy.'

I gasp in mock horror and slap his arm gently. He looks at his arm where I slapped him and looks up at my face; his eyes are… warm, calm. He slaps my arse as some sort of reply, it bloody hurts, though!

'Brendan!' I exclaim.

'Don't worry,' he says and brings his arm round to feel my arse, 'I'll kiss it better.'

'Food can't offer you the stuff I can.'

I assure him with a small grin. He laughs at me as though I'm mad, but I know I'm right, he knows I'm right and that's why his eyes are flicking from side to side like a tennis ball been wacked from side to side.

'You're going to have to prove it.'

/

We move into the bedroom and he sits on the bed, it wobbles behind him. He sighs, frustrated. He really isn't happy with this whole water bed stuff, it's cute actually, watching having a little huff, and it's normally me having a tantrum.

He leans back on his hands and watches me; I suddenly feel embarrassed and have no idea of what to do with myself. It's not as though he hasn't seen me naked before, it feels different though. It feels like he's giving me some control, letting me take this wherever I want to.

'Are you just going to stand there and look pretty, Stephen?'

I breathe in and out and just go for it. I edge closer to him so I can stand between his widened legs. He looks up and watches me as I lift me t-shirt, his eyes crawling up my chest. I pull it off over my head and toss it to the side.

I look at him to see if I'm having an effect on him, but he doesn't give much away. He must like it though, right? He'd of taken control by now if he didn't like it.

God, Stephen, I shout in my head. This isn't like when he first fucked me, this is a whole different ball game. This is proper stuff that makes me feel wanted, for the first time in…ages I feel wanted.

I give him a small smile and he winks at me. The way his eyes glide themselves over my body make me shiver. How does he do it? It's ridiculous, totally mad. But I love it.

His eyes divert down to my jeans. I slowly place my hands on my button and pop it open; I deliberately pull me zip down slow, almost stopping. I lean over him and grab bot his arms, I place them on my hips and I let him free me from the clothing.

He bites at him bottom lip as the desire clearly shows through by boxers. I'm hard already, the shame of it!

He makes a keening noise as he leans forward and licks my cock through the fabric. His tongue crawls to my shaft, nibbling slightly. Fuck. His licks and nips become harder as I jerk helplessly into him, the pleasure clear as day.

I place my hand on his shoulder. I want this shirt off!

'Bren…'

I try to stop him, but its cut short as he kisses along my hips, his facial hair scratching at my wanting skin, teeth leaving little marks along my stomach. I fling my head back and close my eyes. This. Is. Fucking. Amazing.

But…I must be mad; I try to stop him again. I bring my head back up and place my hands on either side of his face, pulling him back slightly.

'Just for tonight… let me do the leading.'

He opens his mouth as though he's about to protest, but he then closes it again. He puts his head to the side and licks his top lip as he thinks.

'Okay.' He whispers.

/

He pulls the bed sheets off and lies down, the bed like jelly around him I let out a small laugh and he just rolls his eyes. I've removed my boxers, there's only his clothes separating us now.

I lean over him and I undo his shirt, each new piece of flesh been kissed. He tastes…masculine and of strong aftershave. With each undone button his chest hair greats me, so god damn sexy. I reach the bottom of the shirt and he sits up so I can take it off. He quickly lies back down and lets me continue.

I rub his crotch; he's hard, thankfully. It's sometimes the only evidence I have of him enjoying what I do to him. I unbuckle his belt and whip it off in one swipe. I undo his button and lower down his zip.

His cock almost stands in his boxers, I pull his jeans off and I lay down properly between his legs, my full attention on the only thing that makes my desire burn to the max. I kiss through the fabric a few times before stripping him completely.

I come further up so I can reach the bit of hair that trails down to his cock. He makes the animalistic sound ever as my lips make contact with it.

'What's up?' I ask looking up, wary that I've done something wrong.

He lets out a low laugh.

'Nothing… you've just found one of my 'spots' that's all.'

Oh my God. That must be the one he told me I'd never find. I grin at him overly impressed with myself. I place a long kiss there before my mouth contacts his hard cock.

I put my hand around it and twist at the base and go down hard, he loves that. I kiss his throbbing cock before taking it in my mouth. I take as much in as I can, each suck becoming harder, each thrust becoming faster. He puts his hand on my head and grips at my hair, his breathing becoming shakier. I try to hold his hips to control them, he is so eager sometimes; I wish he'd slow down!

My lips grip tighter around him, his veins running along my lips. I do a few my more sucks at take it out of my mouth, my jaws feeling the pain of my efforts to please. With my free hand I grab his balls and place one in my mouth, then the other and repeat the method.

I take him back in and perch myself up onto my knees so I can take him deeper, my hand travels up his chest and I stroke around his nipple. I want to feel him explode in my mouth. He's only allowed it to happen once before and it felt amazing, different, but amazing all the same.

He grabs hold of my hand, tight. I scrunch my eyes closed as I feel the specks of pre-cum lay on top of my tongue. My jaws begin to tire again, but I don't stop, I grab hold of his balls and rub them in fast, hard movements. With 3 more hard strokes he orgasms in my mouth, his cum hitting the back of my throat with speed, I shallow it. The taste is like nothing else in the world. I mean, it comes from Brendan Brady, for goodness sake, nothing compares.

I sit up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

'Okay?' I ask.

'Hmm…'

'Fucking brilliant.' He growls through a small laugh.

'Good,' I come over him so we are face to face, 'we aren't finished yet.'

A/N: Sorry to leave it here! It's just I wanted to update it tonight, but it's getting late now and there's only so much my poor smut can last. Ha. I shall update again tomorrow night.