A/N: OMG, how amazing have the last few Stendan scenes been? Brendan has made so much progress, man; they just fit so well with each other.

Then tomorrow's episode goes Pete Tong. *Weeps like a dramatic fan girl.*

Thanks for reading/reviewing the last chapter. I really do appreciate it.

Ste's POV

I rest on my elbows that lie at each side of his face and edge that bit closer to him. He urgently picks his head up off of the pillow and claims my lips. It starts out hungry and quick, but I pull back slightly to slow him down. He places his head back on the pillow and I lie flat on him, my weight and heat rubbing against Brendan's.

The kiss turns slow. His tongue invading my mouth slowly; playing in circles with my own, he tastes amazing.

'You still think food is better than me?'

I whisper giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. He chuckles slightly and looks me straight in the eye.

'Yeah…' He lies.

Fine. If that's what he wants, I climb off him and turn my back to him. I turn back around quickly and give him my best 'childlike' look he says I have. We are still completely naked and I can feel his eyes burning my back and arse. Perv, I think as I try to cover my smile.

'Stop staring at me, Brendan.'

He chews his gum louder, his jaws clicking every now and again. I wish he'd take it out… especially in situations like this. He laughs.

'I'm not staring, Stephen. You're just having a small tantrum.'

'And that's why I can practically feel your eyes watching me?'

'It's all in your head.' He says before I feel a finger run along the back of my neck.

'Can we get back to where we were?'

He comes closer behind me and lays there, his finger still lingering over my neck, making my body shiver. His body rubs against me, his cock rubbing against the small of my back.

I turn around to face him, our faces are so close. He budges my nose with his own, playfully. His eyes seem to watch every inch of my face. His arms come closer around my waist, my arms wrapping tightly around his. He lifts his left leg up and lets me slot my leg in-between his.

This doesn't feel proper, I mean, it is, it's just we've never done anything like this before. Laid in each other's arms and he hasn't even fucked me yet. Even after sex he's never up for talk or hugs, he just goes straight to sleep or leaves me feeling unsure, easy.

I feel his fingers stroking slowly on my arse. And I let out a happy sigh; I smile at him, my way of letting him know he makes me feel amazing. Words would never work…

'What?' He asks.

My smile must be a lot bigger than I thought.

'Nothing…' I shake my head a little. He wouldn't understand.

'Don't lie to me, Stephen. Why the big grin?'

His voice is soft and low. I'll just say it… it's not as though the world will crack and shallow me up, though, it does feel like that sometimes. It doesn't mean anything, and he'll have forgotten about this moment by tomorrow.

'This… you, it makes me feel… amazing.' I breathe.

I watch his lips as he nips his bottom lip with his teeth. He doesn't say anything, just smiles.

Brendan's POV

'This… you, it makes me feel…amazing.' He tells me.

I'd like to find the words to tell him that this is… well, as he puts it, amazing. But I can't, not yet. So I just offer him a smile of appreciation.

His warm his warm against mine, he's doing all these things to me; things I can't stop. I so want to stop this, stop this feeling I have for him but it just grows and grows.

I don't quite understand it. I shouldn't be comfortable with it; I shouldn't want to spend all my time with him.

But it's too late. I do.

I push him over so he lies on his back and I brush my lips against his. Claiming control is the only thing I can work with here.

Ste's POV

He's somehow gained control again. But stuff it, I love it.

He kisses all the way along my jaw line, his teeth biting at me. He nips his tongue out and drags it down my stomach. He grabs my aching cock in his hand and tugs at it a few times. With a long swipe of my cock with his tongue he lets it drop, and it stands against his face slightly.

I go to the bedside draw and bring out the condoms Brendan's brought with him - 3 frigging packs?No doubting his ideas for this weekend.

He takes the condom from my hand and tears it open with his teeth.

'Open your mouth.' He instructs.

I do as he says; he places the tip of the condom between my teeth. He stands in front of me, his cock rubbing across my teeth; he holds his cock in place as I attempt to push the condom down with my teeth.

He breathes in and out as my teeth slide down his member. He comes back down to my level and pushes me down on the bed, gently. He lifts both of my legs up by my ankles. I rest them on his shoulders and relax, waiting for that pleasure to travel around my body.

He spits on his hand and rubs it along his cock, forgetting that we have lube in the night bag somewhere we use his saliva as a substitute.

With care in his eyes he doesn't stop looking at me as he directs himself inside me. Shit, I breathe. He draws back out of me and back in again until he fits inside me properly.

He holds on to my thighs as he rams himself into my body at fast, hard speed. I cling onto the soft bed sheets, my knuckles turning whiter the more I tighten my fist.

My body feels as though it's about to split in two, his invasion crippling me with uncontrollable desire. Sweat forms down his forehead, his stomach sucked in as he fucks me deeper. The sight is… I can't even find the words.

He comes over me, we kiss clumsy and breathless, keening noises leaving my mouth and forming in his throat.

'Cum for me, Stephen.' He murmurs against my lips.

He thrusts into me more frantically. His own need to orgasm becomes more obvious. He takes my cock in his hand, it's not long until my eyes are slammed shut and my toes are curled up, sticky liquid squirting over his strong hand.

He drops my now half sensitive cock from his hand and wipes my cum onto my chest. He thrusts into me a few more times before slowly withdrawing from me.

He takes the condom off and wanks himself. He looks up at the ceiling and digs his free hand into my knee as he releases a loud grunt.

He falls on top of me, out bodies covered in our heat, pleasure and sweat.

'…Sweet.' He clearly states, breathlessly.

/

5.00am Sunday morning.

'Do we have to go back home?' I ask as I lay contently in his arms.

'Stephen, we've still got a full day to go yet.'

'I know,' I sigh 'I just prefer this life to the one back there.'

I tell him, honestly. I feel him sigh beneath me as he runs his eyes tiredly.

'There's not much we can do about it. People will start asking questions.'

He's right. Nothing goes unnoticed in Chester.

'…I guess.'

He rubs my hair softly. He twists strands of hair between his fingers.

'We should try and get some sleep.' He tells me as he yawns.

I'm shattered too, really.

'Okay...' I pause and twist round to look at him 'what we doing tomorrow? I ask.

'Sex, sex and more sex'

I laugh and shake my head at him.

'Apart from that?'

'It's up to you.' He says yawning again.

'I'll let you know in the morning.' I kiss him a good night as he falls into a blissful sleep.

A/N: Only two more chapters to go now. Phew! Hope you enjoyed it.