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Brendan woke up to an empty bed. An unfamiliar, empty bed. It took him a few moments to figure out where the hell he was. It was the smell of the sheets that reminded him. They smelt of laundry powder and citrus shower gel, so very Steven. He pulled himself out the bed and got dressed before heading back into the living room. Steven was sitting on the couch, his eyes unfocused; he hadn't even noticed Brendan entering the room. Brendan crouched down in front of him and softly said his name. Ste blinked and looked at Brendan giving him a shy smile. Brendan couldn't help but return it, which was totally out of character for him but Ste continually seemed to bring out a different side to him.
"What are we gonna do Brendan?"
"Well I thought we could start by" and he leaned forward to kiss Ste. Ste couldn't help but reciprocate it, but all too soon he pulled back.
"This can't happen again Brendan, you're with Macca and he already can't stand me, and if you hadn't noticed your boyfriend is nuts"
"I told you before, let me worry about Macca. I'll find a way to sort things but until then we just need to be discreet. Think you can keep your hands off me in public?"
He says it with an arrogance about him, but it's not cocky if it's true right? Ste can't help but lean forward and kiss the smirk off of Brendan's face. All too quickly things escalate again and before Ste knows it Brendan has him bent over the sofa and is thrusting into him with so much force he thinks they might actually break it. Ste really doesn't care though, he's so full of him, and it feels amazing. He's got skills has Brendan.
They eventually manage to detach from each other and Brendan gets dressed, Ste just has boxers and a t-shirt on. They head towards the door and Brendan gives him another kiss goodbye saying he'll be in touch when he can.
Ste goes for a shower then settles on the couch with the tv remote and enough snacks to feed a small Irish army. At about eleven pm his phone beeps. It's a text from a mobile number he doesn't recognise.
"Here's my other number, use this one when you wanna tell me how horny you are. Can you still feel me in you? BB"
Ste can't believe Brendan has just sent him that, well actually he can, but he doesn't know what to reply to it. He types out numerous messages but deletes them all. He can't do sexting, he feels like an idiot. So he settles for,
"How many phones does one person need? Are you missing me already?"
He doesn't recieve a reply, maybe he shouldn't have added the last bit on. But about five minutes later his phone beeps again,
"Couldn't reply straight away, Macca came in the office. Been thinking about that tight little arse of yours since I left. You don't need to know why I have more than one phone, another part of my life I need to keep you away from".
Ste can't help the tight feeling he gets across his chest. There are so many things wrong with that text message. Where should he start?
"If we are going to keep texting please don't tell me about Macca, not sure I can do this….are there any parts of your life you don't have to keep me away from?"
His phone starts to ring but he doesn't have the confidence to have this conversation, it's easier through texts. As soon as the phone stops ringing he types out another text to Brendan.
"We've only slept together twice and I already sound like a whiney old woman. Maybe this is too complicated…."
Ste's phone starts ringing again and he rejects the call, again. About ten second later he gets another text.
"Don't do this Steven, I told you I'd sort it. We need to be careful though, I need to keep you safe, not just from him but from my life, I'm not exactly Snow Bloody White you know. I can't believe what I'm saying to you"
Ste doesn't know what to say to that, he's not sure he could keep away from him though even if he tried. He just has to bite the bullet.
"Ok we'll try. It's ok, I like you telling me stuff. See you tomorrow x".
Ste debated over the kiss for ages but in the end he decided to send it. He didn't get a reply but to be honest he didn't really expect one.
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Ste goes into work the next day and thankfully Brendan isn't there. He doesn't know if he's going to be able to feign indifference towards him.
He's busy restocking the shelves and when he turns round to get another few bottles off of the bar he notices that Macca is sitting on the couch staring at him. He seems to do that a lot.
Ste smiles at him and says hello. Macca stands up and walks towards him and Ste can feel his heart start to beat faster and not in the good way it does when Brendan is close.
"I wasn't sure you would be here Steven"
"It's Ste. And why wouldn't I be here, my day off was yesterday?"
"Well Brendan isn't here and he seems to have taken an interest in you, so I just presumed you'd be off somewhere, together"
"I don't know what you think you're getting at Macca but I'm just here to do my job, to send money back home to Amy".
"Ah yes, Pete's wife. Your little innocent act doesn't fool me Steven, so this is a warning, leave Brendan alone, he's mine. I've seen the way you look at him; he's not interested, right"
And without a backwards glace Macca walks into Brendan's office and slams the door. At the exact same time Ste's phone vibrates in his pocket.
"Hey, on my way back to the club, go and start clearing the cellar, I'll be there in 5"
"Sounds amazing, but not a good idea just now, just had a warning to stay away from you. Might look suspicious if I leave just now. Later though?"
Ste has just pressed send when he hears footsteps on the stairs. He looks up and fuck, Brendan looks amazing, his shirt looks like it could pop open at any time, his muscles bursting underneath and his trousers are fitted across the groin, leaving very little to the imagination.
Brendan walks up to the bar and helps himself to a shot of whiskey. He looks Ste up and down, obviously enjoying what he sees.
"Hey, definitely later by the way, I'll be in touch but there's something I gotta sort first"
He downs the whiskey and Ste can't help but stare at the way his Adam's apple moves as he swallows.
Brendan goes into his office and closes the door.
Ste can't help but imagine what's happening. He left Brendan hanging, all worked up thinking they were going to hook up. He doesn't want to be the one who gets Brendan all horny before he goes off to find Macca.
A delivery driver comes up the stairs and disturbs Ste's train of thought. This is the perfect opportunity though to see what's going on behind the closed door. He walks over to Brendan's office, knocks the door then goes in. Brendan is sitting behind his desk and Macca is sitting on the couch at the other side of the room looking like he wants to explode. Obviously nothing like that has been going on. Ste tells Brendan that the delivery man needs his signature then turns to leave but before he gets out the door Macca tells him that he shouldn't just walk into the office, he should wait to be told to enter. Brendan growls at him saying his name and Macca glares back and says trying to sound as innocent as he can,
"Well Brendan you never know what he could be walking in on, you know how much I love it when you fuck me over the desk"
Ste notices that Macca doesn't stop staring at him while he speaks, he's trying to gauge his reaction and Ste is adamant that he's not going to slip up and give Macca any more ammunition against him. Ste apologises but the words stick in his throat and he has to choke them out. He walks back over to the bar; Brendan is across from him signing the delivery note. He then sits on one of the bar stools and looks over some paperwork as Ste serves a customer. Ste feels his phone vibrate in his pocket but he's meant to be working so he can't look at it. He knows that Macca has a clear view of him from where he is sitting, still on the couch in Brendan's office but the door is wide open now. Brendan tells him to go and check that the toilets have been cleaned properly and that the cleaners have filled up the paper towels.
Ste knows it's just an excuse so he can check his phone.
"I don't fuck him over the desk….or anywhere since before the poker night….we could test the theory though, I'm sure I could make you scream. BB"
Ste can't hide his smile, he checks out the door to see that Brendan is still sitting alone at the bar.
"Sounds good"
"Can't wait to taste you Steven, gonna make you forget your own name"
"Stop it"
"You could go into the cubicle and I could tell you exactly what I'm gonna do to you"
Ste hesitates but when the next text comes through he doesn't have choice, he's hard and he can't walk back out to the bar like that, so he goes into the cubicle and locks the door.
"First I'm gonna suck you till you think you're gonna explode, get my tongue in your slit and taste your pre cum. Then I'm gonna flick my tongue round your head and under the rim and when you start moaning my name I'm gonna flip you and stick my tongue so deep in you that you're gonna see stars"
"God Bren, then what"
"I'm gonna slide my fingers in beside my tongue and open you up for my dick then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna feel me inside you for days"
Ste cums then. He can't believe what he's doing, what he's become. It's not that he's inexperienced, but still, he's just wanked himself off in the bathroom to dirty texts sent by his boss while said boss' crazy boyfriend is next door. He must be as mental as Macca.
He washes up in the sink and tries to make himself look as presentable as he can. He leaves the bathroom and walks back over toward the bar. Anne is there talking to Brendan, they seem like they're deep in conversation. Fuck, was Anne there while Brendan was texting him? Anne looks at him and asks if he's ok, says he looks a little flustered. Brendan does a blink and you'll miss it smile. Ste passes it off by saying he's just been lifting crates and Brendan makes a joke about his chicken arms.
Anne comes up to him later in the night when he's on a break and warns him that Macca has just arrived. She says she can see that there's something going on between him and Brendan, that they are too flirty and that Brendan is different with him, he doesn't act like that with any of the other staff. Ste tries to brush it off saying that their just mates but Anne interrupts him,
"It's saying things like that that's making Macca even more paranoid. Brendan doesn't have mates; he has business associates, family and Macca".
Anne leans in and kisses Ste on the cheek, telling him to be careful and to really think about what he's getting involved in. Ste leans back in the chair and closes his eyes when Anne leaves. He thinks about what she's said and about his attraction to Brendan.
He can't walk away.
Other the next few weeks Ste and Brendan fall into a routine, after they close the club they stay behind and have a drink with Anne, keeping things normal. Then they lock up and go home. Once Anne is out of sight Ste and Brendan find their way back to each other, sometimes they go back to Ste's, sometimes Brendan drives them somewhere quiet and secluded, other times like tonight, they book into a hotel.
Brendan checks in and texts Ste the room number and a couple of minutes later they are against the room door passionately kissing each other and ripping their clothes off as fast as is humanly possible. Ste spins them so Brendan's back is against the door then he drops to his knees. He struggled to take all of Brendan in his mouth at the beginning but it's been such a frequent occurrence in the last few weeks that it's like its second nature to him now.
Ste feels Brendan begin to buck against him, as he threads his fingers through Ste's hair. Ste uses some skilful tongue work on the tip of Brendan's dick before quickly deep throating him, swallowing around him so his throat muscles contract. Brendan grunts out his release and slumps back against the door. Ste looks up and smiles at while licking the remainder of Brendan's cum off of his lips. Brendan slides his fingers out of Ste's hair and then rubs his thumb along Ste's bottom lip which is all pink and bee stung. Ste stands and goes to kiss Brendan but Brendan pulls his head back then without warning picks Ste up and throws him down on the bed. Brendan begins to crawl up Ste's body murmuring 'my turn now' as he pulls down Ste's trousers and boxers. Brendan lifts Ste's legs onto his shoulders, which gives him the perfect view, he then dips his head and as he licks and laps, Ste screams.
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Ste wakes with a start. There's sunlight streaming through the window.
"Shit, shit, fuck. Brendan, Brendan, wake up, fuck".
Ste furiously tries to shake Brendan awake. Brendan rubs his eyes and asks Ste what the hell is wrong with him.
"Good morning to you too. Just thought you should know that we must've fell asleep and now it's five am and Macca is gonna find out and fuck, fuck, fuck. We were meant to be being careful".
Ste wanted to continue his rant but it was really hard when Brendan was sticking his tongue in his mouth.
"Steven, I'll tell him I fell asleep at the club, how's he gonna know I'm in a hotel room with you? Relax, yeah. Let's get dressed and drive back."
"You said you were gonna sort this Brendan, you need to sort this Brendan"
Brendan nodded, kissed Ste then walked around trying to find his clothes which had been thrown off with such urgency that they were scattered throughout the hotel room.
The drive back was silent. Ste was still agitated and was obviously convinced that Macca would work out where Brendan had been. Whereas Brendan was deep in thought, trying to figure out how he could keep his promise to Ste and how he could keep him safe once Macca found out. Ste was right Macca was getting more and more suspicious, the lack of sex in their relationship wasn't helping Brendan's argument - that Macca's suspicions were all in his head. But Brendan couldn't sleep with him. It wasn't a problem he had ever suffered with, but Macca just didn't do it for him anymore, his thoughts kept drifting to a certain slim Mancunian, with skin that looked like honey. And Brendan couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it. He refused to sleep with Macca while thinking about Steven.
Before long Brendan pulled his car up outside Ste's flat. Brendan switched the car off and turned to face Ste. They shared a long kiss and when their lips parted Brendan stroked his thumb down Ste's cheek and promised him everything would be fine.
Ste went for a quick shower as he could still feel the remnants of the nights activity on his stomach. Just as he was crawling into bed his phone beeped.
"He must be still in bed; I'm on the couch so he won't know what time I came in. I promise I'll fix this Steven. BBX"
All Ste could focus on was the kiss at the end of Brendan's message. Ste knew he was falling for the Irishman and he couldn't help but hope that Brendan stayed true to his word and fixed things quickly because he couldn't stand being away from him.
"I know you will Bren, the sooner the better, then we could've stayed in the hotel and gone for round two x"
"Next time Steven, good night"
Ste closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face. He must've fallen into a deep sleep pretty quickly cause he didn't stir when his phone beeped. It was a message from Anne.
"Macca text me and asked what time you and Brendan left the club, watch your back Ste, he knows something".
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Ste was having a lovely dream. Him and Brendan were on holiday on Benidorm, lying on the beach, sipping from brightly colour cocktails with umbrellas in and soaking up some sun. His eyes were closed and he felt someone climb on top of him, he giggled and said, "Leave off Bren we're on a beach". But the weight on top of him didn't go away, in fact it got heavier. Then he was suddenly aware that he wasn't dreaming, someone was on top of him. He tried to lift his arms to push off whatever it was but he couldn't move his arms. He heard a dark chuckle from above his and as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room he realised that Macca was on top of him and his arms and legs were tied.
Fuck
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Please review and let me know what you think...poor Ste, what's going to happen to him?