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Pulling Puzzles Apart

Chapter Eight :)

I thought he'd gone, I mean I told him to fuck off, if it was me I wouldn't have given him a second thought, but I guess it's his job to care. He didn't sit with me though, he sat close by a few tables away, but his eyes were on me the whole time. I could feel them burning into me, like the hot sun on your skin. I didn't even look at him when I returned to the bar to refill my drink; at the end of the day he's nothing to me is he?

I feel the effects of all the alcohol I've drunk and to be honest I think I've had more than enough, but I keep going anyway because there is nothing left for me now. I don't even know how many I've had, but I can taste the bile in my mouth, you know like you get just before you throw up. I feel the sick coming up and I try my hardest to stop it coming out. I put my hand over my mouth and catch the sick that is trying to escape and then I leg it to the toilet, crashing into chairs and tables as I go.

I make it just in time; my head is so far down the toilet now that I can almost taste the water at the bottom. I keep being sick until there is nothing else to throw up and then I just sit there and feel sorry for myself. I hear the sound of someone coming into the room and i wish I was anywhere but here. I must look a state. I turn around as i didn't have time to close the cubical door and Brendan is stood arms folded looking at me.

"Ye feeling better now?"

"What's it to you? Are you stalking me or something?"

"Don't flatter yourself Steven; it's my job to care."

"I thought you'd say that, only you're not at work now are you?"

"Come on I'll take ye home."

"I haven't got a home anymore. Look I'm not your problem so just go back to your nice life and stay the fuck out of mine."

"I can't do that Steven; I can't leave you here like this. If something happened to ye, I'd never forgive myself."

The next thing I felt were his arms on me pulling me up, I clung onto him for dear life, I don't know if it was because I couldn't stand alone or because I desperately wanted to have some kind of contact with him. He held onto me tightly not letting me go and as we walked out of the pub together, I relaxed into him. We walked a little way until we came to silver BMW; he opened the car door and helped me in, I wondered at that moment what a lowlife I must look to him. He got into the driver's seat and started the engine, opening my window a little. He could obviously see that i still needed some air. I didn't ask where he was taking me, I assumed that it would be back to my run down council flat that I didn't really live in anymore, but when the car came to a stop and i looked around, I didn't know the surroundings I found myself in.

"Where are we?" I asked with a croaky voice and a dry mouth.

"This is where I live Steven."

"So what am I doing here then?"

"Sobering up."

"No it's fine; I'll just go home thanks all the same."

"Steven ye don't have a choice. Now don't argue with me okay?"

"Okay…"

"Good."

I don't get why he is helping me, it's not like he is getting anything out of this. I'm nothing but trouble with a capital T. His flat is dead posh, just like I thought it would be. Every room is white and modern and I feel like just by sitting on his leather corner sweet I would lower the tone massively. He tells me to sit down and i do, my head is pounding, like it's been hit with a sledge hammer and Brendan is nowhere to be seen. He returns minutes later with a glass of water and some headache tablets, it's like he can read my mind.

"Here take these, you'll feel better."

And I do, he looks slightly nervous around me, but I don't blame him for that. He probably thinks that I'm going to steal something.

"It's okay I won't take anything."

"What are ye on about Steven?"

He is still stood up fiddling with his hands and looking more on edge than I've ever seen a person look.

"I won't take any of your stuff."

"What? It's not that Steven."

"Then why are you looking so nervous?"

"I'm just not use to company that's all."

"Shall I go?"

"No I didn't mean that. Ye can stay here tonight…sleep it off and I'll take ye home tomorrow."

"I can't expect you to let me stay here. You should have just left me in the pub."

"Look why don't ye take a shower, you smell of sick and alcohol. I'll go and get ye some towels and a change of clothes."

Before I even had the chance to thank him he had gone. I wonder why he is being so nice to me, but I'm just glad he is. I need this now. He enters the room again his arms filled with towels and clothes and I smile a little at him, hoping to see one back, but I didn't.

"Come with me Steven and I'll show where the bathroom is."

I follow him closely, my eyes fixated on his arse. Wow and what an arse it is. He really is something, it's just a shame I have no chance with him. It's times like this when I wish I wasn't a scally. The bathroom is huge and his bath looks like its big enough for three people.

"Would you prefer a bath Steven?"

He must have noticed me staring at it.

"No a shower is great thanks; I've just never seen a bath so big before."

"Okay well I'll leave you to it then. I'll put the towels and clothes on the edge of the bath."

"Thanks…oh, Brendan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you turn on the shower for me, it looks a bit complicated."

"Yeah sure, give us a shout if ye need anything else."

I waited until the door was closed before I took off my clothes and stepped into the already flowing shower. It felt great to feel the warm water on my skin and for a while I forgot about all my on-going problems, even sang a Cheryl Cole number while I scrubbed myself clean. Once I was finished I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked over to the mirror that was hanging above the sink and looked at my reflection. My eyes looked red, still a little out of it, but I was clean…cleaner than I'd been for weeks. I stared for a bit until I felt something on crawling up my leg. I looked down to see a massive black spider and after letting out a scream I ran outside, back into the living room where Brendan was.

"Jesus Steven what's wrong?"

We were both suddenly very aware that I was stood naked in front of him, apart from the towel that was covering my cock. I could see him looking at me, every part of me. His eyes were dilating, turning dark in colour and lust was now oozing from him.

"Sorry, there's a big spider in your bathroom and I hate spiders."

He didn't reply to me, his eyes still enjoying the sight, but then I was enjoying him watching me so intently. I could feel myself growing hard, hard because he's so mesmerizing, so gorgeous and every part of me wanted him right now. I dropped my towel allowing him to see me fully and his eyes didn't disappoint me. I noticed him lick his lips; I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"What are ye doing Steven?"

"What does it look like…I want you?"

"Steven cover yourself, don't do this."

"No!"

But he just sat there, watching and all of a sudden I felt pretty stupid. Stupid because I was throwing myself at someone who was too good for me.

"Sorry I must have misread the signs…again."

I bend down to pick up the towel, but before I have the chance to cover myself he is stood right up close to me. His breathing is erratic, like he's trying his hardest not to give in to the temptation that is stood before him. I try to speak but he just puts a finger on my lips as if to shut me up and then he grabs hold of the back of my head and crashes his lips against mine. I drop the towel again and kiss him back, my hands grabbing at him, desperately trying to hold on to him as right now I feel like I'm drunk again. He kisses me with such force, such urgency that it nearly knocks me off my feet. I can feel his tongue in my mouth and as I catch up to the rhythm of his kiss, I feel my own tongue dance with his. I love how he tastes and I am ready and willing to do anything for him. He breaks away suddenly and I can see something in his eyes has changed; only I don't want it to change.

"I'm sorry Steven, that shouldn't have happened. I'm gonna pop out for a bit, make yourself at home."

And with that he was gone and I was left alone again, my thoughts of only him.

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