Possibly too much talking not enough slash...Don't worry they will make up for it in Ch4 I promise! Still set in the period of time before we had seen The Heist episode so cast your mind back...
Dawn was just starting to break as Brendan headed silently back up the stairs, a glass of water in one hand and a certain spring in his step. He ran his hand over his face; he needed a shave and a shower. He realised with distain hadn't had one since they had returned from the warehouse; mind you he had had other things to attend to. A small smile played at the edge of his mouth, the image of Walkers naked body filled his mind and quickened his step, amongst other things. Brendan passed the bathroom door and a sound caught his attention, the sound of a low sob. He paused and listened and there it was again. A male voice so it couldn't be Cheryl. A definite sob so it couldn't be Walker. That left only one option. Silently he pushed the door open. Joel stood naked in the small shower cubicle.
"Jesus Joel, shit sorry" Brendan dropped his eyes but he had seen enough.
Joel's hands were blood stained, his body cut and bruised. That was no surprise. They had fought hard to escape. They had gone back for Walker. It had been messy. Joel had wanted action and he had got it. For a moment Brendan had forgotten he was just a kid, had treated him like a man, made him privy to things only a man should see. He felt an awful sickness in the base of his stomach that somehow he had failed the kid. It was the look in Joel's eyes that really cut him deep, the things he was still seeing in his head as he stood there alone and naked, his skin so white it blended with the tiles behind him.
The room was pitch black. Somewhere to his right water ran. The ropes around his wrists refused to budge and the wood of the chair dug deep into his back. Somewhere someone laughed and he felt his blood run cold.
Walker awoke with a start sitting bolt upright in bed. A strange bed, where the hell was he? His heart hammered in his chest until he saw the slim chain and crucifix on the bedside table. Brendan.
The air cooled his clammy skin as he fought free of the bedclothes and stood naked in the centre of the room. Where the hell was the Irishman? Had he gone off to seek revenge? Walker didn't think so, not alone, not without planning, not after last night.
Walker's eyes searched the room. Where the hell were his clothes? A smile curled his lip as he remembered. Whilst it wouldn't have bothered him to strut downstairs stark naked he didn't fancy his chances if he bumped into Cheryl. He stretched slowly and inspected the bruising to his ribs realising more of his muscles ached than he cared to think about. He stood in the silence and listened. Nothing. He frowned.
Brendan's dressing gown hung on the back of the door, the smell of his aftershave caused a shiver to rise through Walkers body as he pulled it on, the cotton soft and cool on his hot skin. He opened the door softly and stuck his head out. Nothing. The early morning light was starting to filter through the landing window and the thick carpet was soft beneath his feet as he padded towards the stairs. A sound from the bathroom stopped him short.
Brendan looked at Walker as he entered the bathroom. His hair was a tousled mess and dark against his pale skin. The flesh of his face looked worse than it had the night before, the imprint of Sampson's fist on his jaw darkening to a deep back over night. The cuts to his eyebrow and lip were red and angry, the circles under his eyes dark yet he was still so...so... beautiful? Brendan felt a knot of rage start to form in the pit of his guts. Rage at Sampson, rage at himself for giving a shit.
"Alright?" Walker questioned. Brendan shrugged. The dark material of his dressing gown was pulled tight around Walkers toned body. He wasn't sure he liked someone making his clothes look better than he did, even if it was an old dressing gown, even if it was Simon Walker.
"Better than you by the looks" Joel let out another sound "And defiantly better than him"
Walker and Brendan stood together and looked at Joel. The kid had turned the shower on and the jets of water bounced around him. He stood looking at the water like it could harm him. He needed to get under the jets, to scrub his skin, to be clean. If only he knew how much better he would feel once he did. Walkers own body ached for the feeling of the water.
"Help him then" Walker spoke.
"I'm not touching him"
"Jesus Brendan you're all heart"
"Stay away from me" Joel's eyes darted around but he did not see them.
"Joel, shhhh keep it down" Walker's voice was quiet and firm.
"Walker, do something, he'll wake Chez"
"You do something, he's your...whatever" He flapped a hand at Joel, naked blood stained Joel. Brendan gave him a pleading look. He fell for it every time.
Water was splashing out of the shower cubicle and onto the tiled floor. Joel let out a final almighty sob and slid down the back wall of the shower, hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing silently his eyes staring vacantly ahead.
"Jesus Brendan, you owe me" The irony of the words was not lost on Brendan. Walker stripped off the dressing gown and threw it aside standing naked for a moment in the bathroom, his back to Brendan as he looked for then wrapped a towel round his waist. A sound purred involuntarily from Brendan's throat. Walker smiled and turned to the man seeing his eyes droop as they travelled across his naked, muscular torso. This was not the time or the place, but still... The bathroom was small and with one step Walker was in front of Brendan, their bodies millimetres apart. Walker was still confident, last night so many things had changed, fractured. Brendan's mouth dropped open slightly. Walker moved only his mouth and kissed Brendan hard on the lips. He tasted as good as Walker remembered. Brendan's mouth responded instantly pushing back just as hard, his tongue forcing past Walkers lips deep into his mouth. Walker moaned before he could stop himself. The feeling of Brendan's lips, the heat of his body, the desire to touch him built as both men moved only their lips. The heat went straight to Walkers cock, which being free beneath the towel rose and teased against Brendan's hip.
"Honestly Walker" Brendan spoke through the kiss "Not in front of the children" Walker smiled against Brendan's skin before breaking away and turning back to Joel.
Walker crouched down at the edge of the shower cubicle and spoke softly to Joel.
"Hey Joel, it's me, Walker" Joel's eyes rose to meet his "Remember me?" Joel nodded once. Walker smiled softly "You need to get cleaned up" Walker looked up at Brendan "Pass me that...thing" He waved at the pink flannel hung over the towel rail "You'll feel much better, I promise" He turned back to Joel, reaching out his hand "Here, pass me your hand" Slowly Joel extended his arm and Walker began to rub his hand with the flannel the blood swirling with the water and dancing down the drain. Hell, he pondered as he scrubbed Joel's hand, the things he would do these days to get laid. He felt Brendan's eyes watching him, as far as Walker was concerned Joel was still a complete prick.
Brendan stood watching. Anyone but Joel and this whole scene would have been a complete turn on. At one point there he had had two naked men in his bathroom and neither had been him. The steam from the shower was slowly filling the room causing the skin on Walkers back to glisten and colour with the heat. The water jets from the shower soaked his arms and dampened his hair as he coaxed Joel forward and rubbed his stained skin clean. Brendan closed his right eye cutting Joel from the picture. A drip of water ran down the side of Walkers face. Brendan felt the heat to his groin.
"Brendan?" Cheryl's voice was loud in the corridor pulling him out of his trace, her fist banged on the wood "What's going on in there?"
"Shit" To the door "Nothing sis"
"Really? Then open the door"
"Honestly it's nothing, I'm just about to have a shower" There was a look of panic Walker had not seen before, interesting. Cheryl continued hammering. Brendan opened the door a fraction ensuring his foot prevented his sister pushing it open too far.
"Doesn't sound like nothing to me" She eyed him up and down "You always get dressed before you take a shower? Let me in. I heard voices" She pushed harder on the door. Behind him Brendan heard Walker move.
"Good morning Cheryl" Walker appeared close behind Brendan, his wet hair slicked to his face. He draped an arm casually round Brendan's shoulder hoping the closeness of their bodies would both deter Cheryl and block Joel from view. If Cheryl was surprised to see him she didn't flinch.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Brendan looked down at his feet. Walker smiled.
"Cheryl, you don't really want an answer to that question do you?" Walker wasn't sure who winced harder Brendan or his sister. There was silence for a moment. Behind them the water beat down.
"What happened to you anyway?" Cheryl turned her eyes on him. Walker frowned then remembered the marks to his skin. Sampson's fist.
"I fell" Cheryl raised her eyebrows "Lots"
"Really?" Disbelief but then Walker knew she wasn't stupid.
"Honestly I'm really clumsy" She looked at Brendan accusingly, pouting hard.
"What? I didn't do that" Brendan pointed at Walker "You don't even like him"
"That's not the point"
"Please" Walker raised his hand "Enough" Cheryl and Brendan looked at each other.
"Just hurry up...I mean don't be long...I mean...oh god" Cheryl turned and walked away. Walker chuckled as Brendan slammed the door hard.
"What the hell was that?" Brendan looked at Walker accusingly "In front of me little sister?"
"It got rid of her didn't it?" Brendan shrugged. God he was sexy when he was angry."It's not like I grabbed your cock in front of her" Walker saw the flush of colour in his cheeks, partly shame, partly the heat rising in the bathroom as the hot water continued to bounce down around Joel. Brendan held his eye and the anger turned into something else, his hand rose and fingers snaked round the back of Walkers neck pulling him forward. Their lips met again, Walker smelt Brendan's skin, tasted him. Brendan's hand was on his hip and slowly worked round slipping under the towel, his slender fingers easily finding Walkers already hardening cock. Walker pushed against him. Slowly Brendan's fingers wrapped around his arousal, his hand moving expertly back and forth, Walker felt his breath deepen as he kissed Brendan harder feeling the room start to fall away around them.
Somewhere behind them Joel made a sound like a tortured animal. The room snapped back into focus.
"Brendan" Walker spoke to stop him as he pulled back "Joel" Brendan growled in dissatisfaction but gave a half nod of agreement all the same. He released Walkers cock and lifted his hand between them, his fingers shone with Walkers pre-cum. Walkers mouth dropped open as Brendan licked his fingers, his eyes never leaving Walkers as his tongue ran up and down. Walker smiled before taking Brendan's fingers into his own mouth and sucking hard. God Brendan wanted him, bloody Joel.
"Sort him the fuck out" He licked Walker's neck "Quickly"
Within minutes Joel was clean and dry but still shivered even wrapped deep within the towel. His teeth chattered and he stammered if he tried to speak. The distress was obvious on Brendan's face.
"What the hell are we going to do with him?" He looked at Walker his eyes wide.
"He needs to see a doctor" Brendan snorted.
"Not likely"
"Don't you know any?" Brendan thought for a moment.
"No" The two men looked at Joel who just stood there shaking.
"We can't let Chez see him like this" Walker nodded in agreement. Exasperated Brendan shook out another handful of Cheryl's sleeping tablets and forced them into Joel's mouth.
"Jesus Brendan we can't just keep drugging him and hope this all goes away!"Brendan shrugged.
"Have you got any better ideas? Walker didn't "It's just for now, 'til Chez goes to work, 'til we can figure out what to do"
"We?"
"We...I...Whatever" Brendan carefully stuck his head out of the bathroom door. Downstairs he could hear Chez slamming pots and singing along to the loud radio tune. No way would she hear them, perhaps that what she was hoping. Turning he ushered Joel towards the door.
"Hurry back" Walker teased allowing his towel to drop to the floor before stepping into the shower cubicle and pulling the glass door shut.
Walker shut his eyes and let the hot jets of water bounce off his face. The steam in the cubicle was thick and intoxicating. The water felt so good. He squeezed a generous amount of a minty green shower gel into his hands, rubbing the bubbles all over his skin, watching the dirt and grime from the warehouse wash away. The warehouse. Something had to be done but he had to be careful. He would discuss it with Brendan...later. The door to the bathroom opened and shut. Through the steamed up glass he could see Brendan slowly pulling off his jumper and jeans, blocks of colour through the running pane.
Slowly Walker ran his hand up and down his hardening cock, now this was more like the morning he had been expecting.