Pulling Puzzles Apart

Chapter Seventeen :)

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I tried my hardest not to think about Vinnie and the similarities we shared, I tried not to think about how fucked up this so called "relationship" is and I tried even harder not to let it all cloud my judgement when making a decision about my future with Brendan. He is so strong willed, overpowering and intense and I'm not used to that. I'm the one that's usually in control, or at least I was before with Amy, but now the tables have turned and I find myself going along with everything he says. Maybe I listen because he's a therapist or maybe I listen just because he dominates me completely, either way I guess it's always easier to sort out someone else life than deal with your own. I think underneath it all he's just as screwed up as me. It's like we're two lost souls that have come together and we'll either fix each other of mess each other up more.

We spent most of the afternoon in the job centre and together we phoned up six different jobs. None of them were anything special. Mostly bar jobs and kitchen porter jobs, but then I'm never gonna get anything special am I? I didn't go to college or even finish school so I can't expect much but ,then, a jobs a job. At least then I can support Amy and the kids. Brendan stayed true to his word and by the end of the day I had three interviews and a new therapist, if only he could sort his life out as quickly as he can sort out mine. I get the feeling that Brendan wants to save me, I know we have chemistry and I could never deny that, but I can't help but wonder if he'll get bored of me. Maybe he won't want to know when I'm on my feet again; maybe he just likes the lost cases. What happens when another one walks through his door? Will I be replaced?

"Everything Okay Steven? You've been really quiet."

Brendan interrupts me from my thoughts; it's like he knows what I'm thinking.

"Yeah I'm just tired and hungry; it's been a long day."

"Do you wanna get something to eat? There's a nice pub up the road, does a mean Steak."

"Yeah okay that sounds nice. I fancy fish though. Fish and chips, you can't beat it."

"Wouldn't ye rather have steak Steven?"

"No not really. I want fish."

"Then fish it is."

Even with food he is controlling, for a minute I thought it was going to be a problem me wanting fish, but once inside the pub he ordered me fish and chips just like I wanted. Although I did have the choice of peas or beans and he automatically choose for me. He chooses peas, but I would've gone for beans. Luckily I like them both. We sit together happily, chatting about everything and nothing and I feel so relaxed with him now. See like this, when it's just the two of us doing normal things it's great. I almost forget what a failure I am and how fucked up he is.

"Ye fish okay Steven?"

"Yeah it's really tasty, I'm glad I didn't listen to you. How about your steak?"

"I've had better to be honest, plus ye fish looks the dogs bollocks. Fancy sharing?"

I end up sharing my fish with him, I sometimes wonder where he puts all the food he eats; you wouldn't know to look at him, his body is like a temple. I only eat half of my meal, yet he eats all of his and then the rest of mine. I'm sure he has worms.

"Ye fancy a beer to wash down all this food?"

"Yeah sounds good to me."

I watch him walk to the bar, my god he is gorgeous. I still don't get what he sees in me. I think I'll have to sort out all these insecurities otherwise I'm gonna push him away and I really don't wanna do that. I notice that I'm not the only one watching him; he's the sort of person who walks into a room and everyone looks at. He oozes confidence and sexiness and it makes you want to be around him. I try and not watch him with the same smitten stare as he walks back to the table with two beers.

"So how ye feeling about the interviews?"

And before I could answer him his phone starts to ring. He takes his phone out of his pocket and rolls his eyes as he stares at the screen.

"Someone you don't wanna talk to?"

"It's my sis; I'll have to get this. Won't be long okay?"

He leaves me at the table and takes the call outside, I feel like a right Billy no mates sat here and I feel slightly on edge. Ten minutes go by and he still hasn't come back to the table and I'm beginning to wonder if he's gonna come back at all. I notice a bloke looking at me from the bar and that's making me feel even more uncomfortable, I just want to get out of here now. My fears are heightened when the bloke approaches my table and sits down opposite me.

"Hey are you by yourself? I couldn't help but notice you look a bit lonely."

"I'm just waiting for someone."

"Do you mind if I keep you company until you're someone arrives?"

"Umm yeah okay."

I start to feel panicky; sitting here with some bloke is not a good idea. It's like history repeating itself. I remember the last time, only this time is different, I'm not off my face and there is no way I'd make that mistake again. The random is chatting shit and to be honest I'm not really listening, all I want is for Brendan to come and rescue me. After another five minutes or so I see Brendan walking over to me, he has noticed the bloke who is now desperately trying to chat me up and he doesn't look happy at all. My stomach flips a little at his reaction.

"Not interrupting anything am I Steven?"

"No not at all."

"Only I don't want to disturb the two of ye, not when ye look so cosy."

"Brendan stop it. We were just chatting. No harm done."

"Yeah mate calm down."

"Mate, I'm not your mate. Now if ye don't mind I want my seat back."

I could see Brendan was mad, the wild look in his eyes made me feel sick and although I don't think he would ever hurt me I couldn't help but feel scared. The random bloke quickly departed and Brendan sat down immediately.

"Ye just can't help yourself can ye Steven?"

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything."

"I leave ye for five minutes and ye already have someone else lined up."

"What! I've been waiting for you for twenty minutes. As for the bloke that was sat here, he came over to me. I told him I was waiting for someone. You don't think much of me do you? Do you know what I don't need this, I'm outta here."

"Don't walk away from me Steven."

"Too late, I'm walking."

I move quickly out of the pub, I know he is close behind and I'm glad he is because I don't even know where I am or where I'm gonna go. He tells me to stop but I carry on walking away from him. I wanna see how far he'll follow me. I shouldn't play games not when he's angry but I'm mad at him too right now.

"Steven just wait now!"

He shouts so loudly that it makes me stop in my tracks instantly.

"What do you want Brendan?"

"Ye have to stop making me so mad."

"I haven't done anything, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He pulls on my arm and drags me down an alley way, I hate to admit it but I'm scared, so scared that I begin to shake. He pushes me up against the wall and stares at me. I can't look at him; I can't speak to him, not when he is like this. He gets right in my face, I can feel his breath and I wait nervously for something to break the silence.

"This is all your fault."

"Please don't hit me."

"What? Do ye really think I'm gonna hit ye Steven?"

"Aren't you?"

And then I feel his lips on mine and he is kissing me urgently. I kiss him back with just as much urgency even if minutes before I thought I was gonna get a beating. He engulfs me, wraps his tongue around mine and presses his body against me. I can feel his hardness digging into me and he is grabbing at me with a desperation that I have never seen before. He trails his kisses down my neck and I want him so much in this moment. He strips me off from the waist down, my trousers and boxers are round my ankles and I'm so hard for him. He tells me to turn around and I respond to him straight away. I lean my hands on the wall and stick my bum out, I know what he wants and I want to give him everything. I hear him fumbling around with his trousers and I know he released his harness as one of his hands is now holding onto my waist. I can feel the end of his cock tickling my hole and then I feel him thrust himself deeply inside me.

He fucks me hard, his rhythm is wild and frantic and although I should worry about him right now I can't because it feels so good. Someone could see us and I wouldn't care, he makes me feel so desired. He is so deep inside me now that my eyes stream with water, his balls are slapping against the cheeks of my arse and I love the sound of it.

"This is what ye do to me. Ye make me so mad for ye. I'm gonna cum inside ye Steven would ye like that?"

"Yes…fuck yes."

He holds onto me tighter and fucks me even harder; I grab my own cock and pull on it eagerly. I want to scream out his name, but I know I can't. I can feel his warm cum now as he explodes inside me, I join him and cum all over my hand. We stay that way for a few minutes, both of us breathless, both of us hot and sweaty. He pulls out of me and redresses himself, I follow suit and pull up my boxers and trousers.

"I'm sorry Steven I just had to have ye."

"You scared me. I really thought you were going to hit me."

"I would never do that, ye must know that."

"I wasn't so sure to be honest."

He kisses me again, gently this time and I can't help but feel bad for doubting him. It's just that he gets so angry and that anger has to go somewhere.

"Look let's just go home, It's been a long day. Plus I think we need to talk some more."

"Okay."

He takes my hand and leads me out of the alley way and together hand in hand we walk home.

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