Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Hollyoaks!

Summary: Brendan and Ste go on their first holiday together as a family. Sequel to 'Marry You'.

A/N: Finally decided to do a sequel to my series of 'Come Back To Me', 'Coming Out' and 'Marry You'. This will still be easy to follow if you haven't read those but a few notes: Brendan and Ste are married, the story began when Noah showed up on the scene so things went a little differently for them, Amy's with Lee still, Ste works at Chez Chez still. They also have their own flat near Ste's old flat.

Our Beginning

Brendan awoke in the early hours of the morning, Steven pressed up against him. He could touch his knees from this angle, considering Steven always slept curled in a ball. It was cute really, not that Brendan would ever tell him so. He slipped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him. He wanted to double check that they had everything ready. He'd done it several times already but he was nothing if not thorough.

It was strange going out into the living room in the dim light. His and Steven's suitcases were side by side, Leah's and Lucas' smaller ones in front. This was their first proper family holiday together since the wedding and Brendan wanted everything to go right.

He was startled by a body pressed warm against his back, hands threading in front across his stomach.

"What are you doing?" A voice murmured, kissing his shoulder blade.

"Just checking everything's here." He said, automatically leaning in to the embrace.

"We checked before we went to bed, Bren." Steven laughed, giving him a squeeze.

Brendan turned to face him, brushing his hair back from his eyes. "Ye know how I worry."

"What's there to worry about? We aren't going to get kidnapped on our way to Center Parcs, are we?"

Brendan tensed immediately, drawing Steven tight against his chest.

"Oh, jeez. I'll never leave the house now."

"Don't joke, Steven."

Steven laughed against him, a low rumble. "Well, you're being silly."

"I'll never stop worrying about ye." Brendan said softly, placing his hand on the top of Steven's soft head.

Steven sighed, extricating himself from Brendan carefully. "Come back to bed, it's too early for such thoughts."

"I'll just check the satnav one more-"

Steven grabbed his hand, tugging him back to the bedroom. "It's a two and a half hour journey, Bren! Just relax."

Brendan allowed himself to be steered towards the bedroom grudgingly.

"How come ye were awake anyway?"

Steven shrugged, looking sheepish. "No reason."

Brendan stared him down suspiciously. "I hope ye aren't lying to me, Steven Brady-Hay…"

"Don't use my full name you weirdo." Steven blushed. Brendan continued to look at him. Steven shuffled up the bed, drawing his knees to his chest.

"Steven…" Brendan warned, crawling towards him across the bed, predatory to the extreme.

Steven's eyes widened comically as Brendan pounced on him, stroking his ribs in that spot that made him crazy. Steven kicked and wriggled beneath him, laughing that ridiculous laugh of his.

"Fine! Fine!" He choked out. "I was worried too, okay?"

Brendan ceased his tickling but didn't remove himself from straddling Steven.

"How come?"

"It's their first holiday with just us, no Amy or anything."

"They'll love it, trust me."

"It sounds proper hard going though," Steven admitted cautiously. "Bikes and everything."

"Aw, ye want me to pull ye along with a baby cart?"

Steven threw a pillow at his head, narrowly missing him. Brendan grabbed his hips, rubbing his thumbs gently over his bare skin.

"That's not fair…" Steven murmured, attempting to dislodge himself from Brendan's grasp.

"Hey, I'm being nice." Brendan said smoothly, his hand reaching underneath Steven's shirt to rub against his nipples.

"I can't move!" Steven protested weakly. He wasn't fooling Brendan however; he could feel his building erection pressed against his own.

"Do ye want to?" Brendan growled against his ear.

"Well, on principal, yes." Steven muttered, flushed all over. "But in reality…" he shifted his hips a little.

"I thought so." Brendan said with a small smile, attaching his mouth to Steven's throat.

"Oh, God." Steven keened.

"God has nothing to do with it, Steven."

"Hey it's allowed, we're married."

Brendan groaned, silencing him with a kiss.

They continued in this manner for several moments, Brendan kissing him with fervour, his hands roaming underneath his shirt and stroking the skin there. Steven rubbed himself against Brendan's thigh, clearly desiring the friction. Brendan took himself out of reach, eliciting an almost savage moan from Steven's throat. Brendan chuckled to himself, pinning Steven's hands above his head before he got any ideas.

"Bastard." Steven said, smirking mischievously.

"Don't want ye going anywhere." Brendan murmured, ducking his head to claim his lips once more.

"Like I would." Steven snorted. He shifted his body again and Brendan felt a stirring of unease. Steven had this way of getting Brendan to do what he wanted. Brendan liked to think he was in charge, always, but somehow Steven always managed to get what he wanted in the end. Sometimes Brendan indulged him just to see him smile. This time he wasn't going to give in without a fight.

"Stay still." He whispered against him, his hands firm on Steven's wrists.

"Make me." Steven whispered in response, rotating his hips and throwing his head back. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. Then the noises started. They were soft, barely above a murmur, but they vibrated through Brendan relentlessly.

"Please." Brendan pleaded.

"Oh, Brendan." Steven bucked his hips high, rubbing himself against Brendan's stomach. "Touch me."

"Jesus, Steven." Brendan glared at him, his eye practically twitching.

"You know you want to stroke me." Steven whimpered. "All over." He managed to shimmy himself enough so his top rode up, exposing the skin of his stomach. He knew how Brendan liked to nibble there.

"Fuck." Brendan felt himself giving in. Steven smiled triumphantly as he removed his hands. He stopped smiling when Brendan rubbed his cock through the thin fabric of his pyjamas with a relentless vigor. Steven almost catapulted himself off of the bed in surprise and arousal.

"Brendan!" He scolded, the skin at his neck and chest flushed red.

"Ye asked for that one." Brendan said, slowly removing his hand.

"Don't stop!" Steven grabbed his hand. Brendan chuckled.

"Shh." Brendan soothed, taking it a bit slower this time as he stroked Steven's crotch. He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, taking his cock into his hand and giving several firm strokes. Steven shut his eyes tightly, muttering his encouragement. "Want me to…?" Brendan asked eventually and Steven nodded eagerly. He allowed his fingers to travel lower, smoothing the tip of his thumb across his puckered entry. Using Steven's pre-cum as lubrication, he gently eased a finger inside. His other hand reached into his bedside drawer, grasping a more substantial lubrication.

Steven didn't require too much preparation; he'd been up for it since Brendan had straddled him. Brendan slipped a second finger in, circulating and widening his entry to completion. He rubbed lubricant onto his own stiff cock and lined himself up. It was so much easier now condoms were a thing of the past. This was for keeps after all. Brendan kissed him as he pushed his way inside, pausing with each inch to give Steven time to adjust properly. He rocked his hips into a gentle rhythm to begin with but Steven was feeling particularly demanding tonight and tugged on his hair which Brendan had learnt long ago meant he wanted it deeper, harder.

They moved silently together, stifling their moans by kissing and biting flesh. Steven wrapped his legs around Brendan's waist, drawing him deeper inside. Brendan kissed along his throat, tasting the sweat beginning to form there. Steven tugged on his hair again and let out a strangled cry. Brendan pushed his legs further apart in response, balancing himself either side of Steven's head.

"There?" He asked gruffly, pushing against that spot inside that drove Steven crazy.

"Yes, right there." Steven said breathlessly. His head fell back for real this time. Brendan licked along his Adam's apple. He took Steven into his hand and worked him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Eventually Steven shuddered and came, riding out his orgasm by clasping desperately to Brendan. The way he tightened around him drove Brendan to the edge and he climaxed soon after, pushing their foreheads together and breathing heavily.

"Jesus." Brendan said, rolling off of him.

"You always say that." Steven chuckled.

"I'm just amazed it can still be that good."

"Oi!" Steven glared at him. "What you trying to say, hm?"

Brendan slowly smiled at him. "Aw, have I hurt yer precious ego?"

"No." Steven crossed his arms indignantly.

"Steven…" Brendan rolled on top of him again. Steven turned his face away, pouting. Brendan kissed his cheeks and underneath his ears in that sensitive spot that drove him crazy. He squirmed a little, batting Brendan away. "I only meant what with us being married, fucking all the time. Ye would think we'd be like all those other couples."

"We aren't though," Steven said reasonably. "Like those other couples."

"Point." Brendan nudged his face forwards again with his nose. "Come on, ye can't be mad at me now."

"I suppose not." Steven sighed, running his hands down Brendan's arms. "We should get some sleep you know."

"Aren't we up in an hour anyway?"

"Ugh. Why do we have to leave so early?"

"Traffic, plus we want to book in on time."

"When did you get all responsible? Like a grown up."

"I am in my thirties, Steven."

Steven hid his smirk, making Brendan raise his eyebrows at him. "That's cute. Ye will be that age someday ye know."

"Yeah, in like ten years."

Brendan gave him a look but it only made Steven giggle.

"Aw, I love my older man, don't worry."

"Uh huh." Brendan rolled off of him.

"Don't go, Bren!" Steven grabbed his wrist as he tried to rise from the bed.

"We need tissues."

"I left some over there." Steven pointed to the table by the television.

Brendan walked over to grab the roll. He looked at Steven, puzzled.

"Why is it loo roll?"

"Easier, init?" Steven attempted to sit up but then stopped himself. "Um, think I need some of that, Bren."

Brendan threw the roll to him.

"Are the kids sleeping do ye reckon?"

"I hope so." Steven said, throwing the used tissue at Brendan, who dodged it. "But they can sleep in the car I suppose."

"Oh yeah, about that. I think ye should too."

"What? Why?"

"Remember going to Ireland? Travel sickness?"

"I seem to remember you falling asleep too." Steven said, frowning.

"But ye were the sick one."

"I think I'll be okay for a two hour car journey!"

"And a half." Brendan added.

Steven rolled his eyes, putting his pyjamas back on. Brendan sighed, looking him over.

"Do ye have to?"

"What?"

"Get dressed."

"Well yeah, we're going back to sleep, aren't we?"

"Mmm." Brendan bounced back into bed, pulling Steven towards him. "We might as well make the most of the quiet anyway. It'll be non-stop adventure the minute we get there."

"Where are we going again?"

"Nottinghamshire."

"Oh right, never heard of it."

"Course not."

"Watch it."

"Steven… ye are alright aren't ye? With the holiday and everything?" Brendan asked cautiously, suddenly needing the reassurance.

"Course. I know I was a bit worried earlier but…"

"But?"

Steven smiled at him. "It's exciting, init? We'll be like a proper family."

Brendan swallowed hard at the thought. Steven caught his expression.

"That's alright, isn't it?"

"Ye know I love the kids, Steven."

"That's not what I asked."

"Everything's a new experience, that's all."

"As long as you're alright with it."

"I am." Brendan said firmly, taking Steven's face into his hands. "I love ye, ye know that."

"I do." Steven smiled almost shyly at him, which was ridiculous considering what a minx he'd been before. "Let's get a little rest, while we can."

"Good idea." Brendan pulled him against his chest, smoothing his hair down so he could rest his chin on top of his head.

In what felt like no time at all, Steven's alarm was going off. Brendan groaned, rolling over. Steven was up quicker than lightning, pulling his dressing gown on.

"Let's get ourselves sorted and wake the kids up last. We're having breakfast on the road still, right?"

"Little Chef." Brendan murmured. He chuckled suddenly. "Like ye."

Steven whacked his bum before wandering out of the room.

He came back around ten minutes later, giving Brendan an almighty nudge.

"Get up, you lazy git!"

Brendan groaned into his pillow, rolling himself out of bed.

"You told me we had to leave early, remember?"

"Alright, alright." Brendan rubbed his eyes tiredly, almost walking into the doorframe. Steven suppressed his giggles as he turned to go back out to the kitchen.

"I've packed some drinks for the car journey. And some snacks, just in case."

"Good." Brendan turned the coffee machine on. "Got the satnav?"

"I don't know how to work that thing, you do it."

Brendan walked over to the table where he'd left it the night before. He stared at it in confusion for several moments. "Has Lucas been playing with this?"

"Why?"

"There's some fake addresses in here."

"Oh." Steven blushed. "I might have, err…"

Brendan raised his eyebrows at him. "What are ye like, hm?"

"Theresa came round and we were just having a laugh."

"Bad influence, that girl."

"You can talk!"

Brendan rolled his eyes. "Ye want to shower first?"

"Let's do it together, quicker."

"Is it?" Brendan cocked an eyebrow.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Steven said, stripping off right there in the kitchen. Brendan followed him to the bathroom, mesmerised.

Steven turned the hot water on first before he stepped underneath. Brendan followed after him, reaching past him to grab the shower gel. Steven squirmed a little at the close proximity; they hadn't yet redone the bathroom. Brendan smirked to himself, pushing himself into Steven's personal space so he was practically flat against the shower wall.

"Bren…" Steven warned as Brendan's cock brushed past his arse.

"What?" Brendan kissed his shoulder, his hand running slowly down his back.

"I said no touching…"

"How can I not?" Brendan murmured against his skin. He reached forward to take Steven in his hand. Steven gasped, his forehead resting against the tiles on the wall. Brendan gave him a few strokes, his other hand splayed on his stomach.

"Brendan…" Steven gasped, his breathing already laboured.

"I'm not gonna fuck ye in the shower, don't worry. Not today anyway…" He quickened his hand, murmuring his encouragement and kissing his neck until he brought him to climax. Steven shuddered against the wall, composing himself before he turned in Brendan's arms. He glanced down at Brendan's erection and smiled.

Without further warning, he dropped down to his knees, taking Brendan into his mouth. Brendan gasped at the sudden contact and the wetness already created from the running shower. He placed his palm flat against the wall as Steven swallowed him whole, humming to himself in pleasure and sending delicious vibrations to Brendan's groin. He stroked through the strands of Steven's hair as he worked him and came with a suddenness that startled them both. Steven spat most of it into the drain but when he looked up he smiled in that naughty way that made Brendan want to fuck him.

"Later." Steven promised, standing once more and reaching for the shampoo. He did Brendan's hair first, massaging and lathering him up. He loved washing Brendan's hair and Brendan enjoyed it too. Loved the way Steven's long fingers felt on his scalp and how delighted Steven always was by the bubbles stuck to the hair on his body. Steven often sulked that he didn't have as much hair until Brendan pointed out his almighty hairy legs and Steven laughed that ridiculous laugh again.

They spent a little too long in the shower and were therefore behind Brendan's careful schedule. They woke the kids up next and got them dressed. They were still half asleep when they got them into the car.

"That smells nice." Leah said sleepily, sniffing Brendan's hair. "Is that mine?"

Brendan looked at Steven incredulously, who hid his smirk.

"Daddy's a right troublemaker, isn't he?"

Leah grinned at him, patting him on the head. "There there, Daddy Brendan."

Brendan looked at her wonderingly. He coughed to hide how touched he was. "Ye get some sleep, darling."

Steven was practically glowing with happiness when Brendan turned back to him.

"Don't look so surprised." He told him, giving him a quick kiss.

Brendan shrugged, climbing into the driver's seat. "Lucas all strapped in?"

"Yep, we're ready and raring to go!" Steven turned to his children, who had both nodded off. "Aw, well we're raring to go then."

"Don't get too excited." Brendan winked, turning the engine on. "Ye cold?"

"Nah, I'm alright."

"I put a blanket in the back in case ye wanted to sleep."

"Oh, Brendan." Steven tutted. "Always taking care of me."

"Who else is gonna?" Brendan reasoned, putting his sunglasses on and pulling away from the curb.