Hey all! Sorry it took so long to update, I've been in Morocco for the past 3 weeks and my phone broke (which had all my plans for my stories). Including the draft I already had written of this one. So I had to wait until I came back before I could re-write this chapter. Anyway hope it's been worth the wait. I apologize in advance for the M rated stuff, Im really no good at it! Tried to keep the Dublin parts original but with my own lil twist, hope you's enjoy it xx

Ste's pov

I walk along the narrow, plain corridor and can feel my heart thumping out of my chest, trying my best not to look at the posters on the wall. I go out the double doors and am finally hit with fresh air, feels as though I've been starved from it. There's a few missed calls from Brendan, probably wondering what's taking me so long.

I send him a text, letting him know I got held up and am just about to head to my flat and get packed. I then text Doug and let him know I've been to the clinic, cringing as I send it. I can feel someone's eyes on me and I can't help but feel shame, it's going to be obvious what I've been in there for. A sexual screening. I still haven't thought of how to tell Brendan, I know he'll freak out either way and most likely won't let me explain. That's why I want to keep it to myself.. At least until we're back from Dublin.

Then I wonder what to do if I do have.. chlamydia, obviously I'll need to tell him but it'll be worse the longer I leave it.

The last thing I expect when I get to my flat is to see Brendan standing outside, leaning against the wall, sunglasses on, frowning at his phone. I clear my throat when I get closer to him and he looks up at me with a smirk on his face.

"Thought you'd be at the club?" I question him,

He takes a step closer to me before answering "I was going to help ye pack, then we can go to the club together. Don't have to work until later on."

After that I don't get a chance to speak, he pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist before bringing our lips together, the kiss is hot and suffocating but in a good way. Theres a whole load of teeth and tongues involved and when he pulls away to catch his breath I take a look at our surroundings. A small blush spreading across my face when I realise we're in the middle of the street.

"Ye gonna let me in?" he says in a low seductive voice, cocking his head to the side as though he's assessing me.

"Yeah." I say letting out a breathily laugh after a minute. Am still a little dazed after the kiss and its like he knows that, a grin spreading onto his face.

I find my keys before shaking them infront of him with an embarrassed smile and letting us both in.

As soon as the doors closed he's onto me, kissing me. Starting on my trousers and pushing over the swell of my ass, they land around my ankles, I step out of them and he throws them carelessly across the room before doing the same with my boxers. I undo his belt while he takes my shirt off then he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off.

I hook my leg over his hip and he presses himself flush against me, his length pressing against my hole and he moans into my mouth while our tongues fight for dominance. He caresses along my thigh before scraping his nails along. Dragging his fingers along to my entrance rubbing against my hole, only to take them away a second later. I let out a disappointed sigh until he brings his fingers to my lips and straight away I get the message, opening up my mouth and slicking them up. He looks at me with soft, lust filled eyes and I make a right show of it, running my tongue along them and moaning. Love teasing him.

He lets out a growl before pulling his fingers out and tapping them against my entrance and latching his lips back onto mine.

He starts working up a rhythm, his fingers hitting my prostate near enough everytime. That has me in a shaken state within minutes. I pull him in for another kiss before whispering against his lips.

"Fuck me." I don't even feel embarrassed that I'm practically begging for it.

He pulls his head back a bit and his eyes scan over me, "Look at ye." he says with a smile that looks something like fondness, "Ye gorgeous." and he kisses me again.

He takes ahold of my waist and I wrap my other leg around him, hooking my ankles together at his back while he carries me to the bedroom, both of us on the bed with him on top.

I wrap a hand around his length and pump him, not that it's necissary, he's already rock hard. He lines up and pushes against me, watching me the full time. After two or three thrusts he hits the soft spot and I see him close his eyes as if hes taking it all in.

"So fucking hot." he groans before biting down on my shoulder,

I don't have a reply for that so instead I pull his face towards me and kiss him with everything I've got while he hammers into me.

His thrusts are hard and rough, just the way I like it and I tilt my hips towards him, meeting his thrust and feel him smile against my mouth.

I can't stop myself from crying out in pleasure when I feel myself getting close while he just watches me, letting out low groans and hitting home with every thrust.

I release an almighty moan and shudder seconds before my cum is shooting onto our chests, mixing with our sweat. He fucks me through my orgasm before he too cums, letting out a groan and biting down on my neck, can feel the hot liquid trickling down my crack.

We lay there, our bodies slumped against each other and get our breath back, after a few minutes he rolls off of me pulls me towards him so that my heads against his chest and he puts an arm around my back. I listen to his heart beating, loud and fast before it starts to slow down a little.

"Can never get enough of ye." he says before bringing me into another kiss.

"Do ya want to?" I ask, can't help myself.

He frowns at me for a minute before he smiles and lets out a sigh, shaking his head. I can't help that small part of me that thinks maybe he'd prefare if he could. It would probably be way less complicated that way.

"We gotta get ye packed." he says, changing the subject.

I hesitantly get out the bed, wishing I could just lay in his arms for a while longer, "Won't take long." I tell him while getting my holdall from the bottom of my wardrobe.

He doesn't make any sign of moving just sits there looking at me.

"I thought ya were coming to help me pack." I smirk, know that's clearly not his reason for coming here.

He lets out a huff but starts to sit up, "I were joking, I'll do it myself." I say letting out a laugh and making my way into the kitchen to get the washing pile and bring it back into the room, sitting it on the chest of drawers and shove three pairs of boxers and socks in the bag.

"Ye don't need to bring a lot of clothes." I hear Brendan say and when I turn to face him he's got a grin on his face and a raised eyebrow.

I shake my head at him while I put two of my polo shirts in and a jumper, put a pair of chinos in and a pair of jeans, can't resist bringing one of my trackies aswell. I put my grey addidas Forrest hills into the bag, a tin of deodorant then that's me.

I turn and smirk at Brendan who still hasn't moved, "Told ya I wouldn't take long."

He lets out a breath before sitting up and pulling me in between his legs. Giving me a soft kiss and biting on my lip as I try to pull away.

I grin at him before pulling him up off the bed and he falls into me, bringing me into a tight hug.

"I love ye, okay?" he says looking into my eyes.

"Yeah." I say quietly, the sincerity of his words stopping me from thinking about any more doubts, "I love you." I kiss him again.

He slaps my arse while letting out a carefree laugh, "Come on, let's get ready I need to be at the club soon."

Brendan's pov

When we arrive at the club it's packed, can barley get through the place it's that busy. Cheryl's behind the bar looking worse for wear.

"Ye alright sis?" I ask her, taking in her bloodshot eyes and even paler complexion.

"Yeah love, it's just got crazy busy and I think I'm getting a cold." she says, her voice coming out croaky.

"Chez ya look terrible." Steven says from beside me in a sympathetic tone .

She let's out a laugh, "Shame that can't be said for us both eh?"

He grins back at her and I put my hand on the bottom of his back, he looks towards me and gives me a small smile.

"Why don't ye go home? Being in here can't be helping ye." I suggest.

"And leave ye to run this yourself?" she asks in disbelief.

"Where's Rhys?" I ask looking around for him.

"He called in sick, think there's something going around."

"Yeah that's what it will be." I say sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes at me, "Anyway there's no way ye could run this yourself, not when it's this busy anyway."

I open my mouth to speak but Steven interrupts, "Cheryl ya should just go home, I can help Bren."

I look at him surprised, "Ye worked behind a bar before?"

"Well.. Yeah.. Not got a lot of experience or that but I'm sure I could manage for the night."

"Your a life saver love!" Cheryl says, "That okay with you Bren?"

It's not like I have much choice, its either I do it myself or Cheryl needs to stay in. "Yeah fine."

She takes Steven into the office to find a uniform for him before leaving and when Steven joins me at the bar the breath is knocked out of me at the sight of him in the tight fitted black top. He smiles at me and I show him how to pour a pint properly, not that I needed to he seems to know how to do it.

We don't get to talk much of the time, I keep an eye on him to make sure he's doing okay and he is. Works the bar like he's been doing it for years.

He gets chatted up a few times off both men and women but each time they ask for his number or what time he finishes at he simply shakes his head and tell them,

"I'm taken." before subtly looking at me.

By the time were finished we're both knackered so I pour myself a whiskey and hand him a beer. I start to cash up while he goes around doing anything that needs to be done without me even telling him to.

"Should've hired ye." I grin at him when everything's cleared up and the takings are put in the safe.

"Too right." he grins back, has an air of excitement about him, "It were fun though, not what I imagined it would be like.

"Come on, let's get ye home." I say while putting an arm around him, I think of correcting myself because technically speaking he isn't going home, he's coming to mine but he doesn't seem to bother about my choice of words and neither do I.

When we get home, Chez has kept our dinner in the microwave but neither of us have the energy to eat it and instead opt for going to bed. We both strip and I pull the covers back for us to get under, pull him towards me and he wraps his legs around mine while I pull him into my arms.

We don't even get the chance to say goodnight before we're falling asleep.

In the morning I wake up and reach out for Steven, but the spot beside me is empty, still a little warm though. When I walk into the living room I find Cheryl curled up on the couch, remote in hand and looking a little brighter than last night.

"Morning." she greets me, "He's in the shower."

I grunt while I make my way to the kettle and boil it before setting out three cups and making us each a coffee.

Steven comes in not long after and I point to the counter, "Coffee there for ye."

"Tah." he says while he goes to collect it.

"What time are you's checking in at?" Cheryl asks.

"To be there for eleven so we've got an hour before we need to leave." I tell her.

"Im ready when you are." Steven tells me and I take that as my cue to get ready.

Jumping in for a shower and dressing into a pair of jeans and black top before shaving my stubble and that's me. I call a taxi and let Steven know it's on it's way and well just pick something up for breakfast when we get to the airport.

We go into weatherspoons at the airport after we've checked in and order a full English breakfast, I end up needing to eat half of Stevens aswell since he couldn't finish it. We get onto the plane and I realise Stevens more fidgety than normal,

"Ye alright Steven?" I ask putting my hand onto his shaking knee,

He looks at me with a lopsided smile, "Just nervous me, never been on a plane before have I."

"Ye kept that one quiet." I tell him while letting out a laugh, "It isn't a long flight."

"Yeah but still it's going into the unknown init?"

"Yeah, s'pose your right." I nod, don't think Steven had the type of upbringing where they went on family holidays.

The taking off is a little shaky and Steven grabs onto my arm while we land, looking at me with wide eyes and an apologetic smile, I shake my head at him giving him a smirk.

"Bren this is taking ages!" he whines like a kid while we're waiting to collect our baggage.

"We only just got here." I tell him, not literally just got here, been here for ten minutes tops though so hasn't been long.

"Well it feels like hours." he huffs back, crossing his arms over his chest, "How are we getting to the hotel?"

I look at him then, forgot to even tell him we weren't staying in a hotel, "We aren't." I tell him and he looks confused so I explain further, "I've still got my apartment here."

"Oh."

I think I can hear disappointment and frown at him, "What?"

"It's stupid really." he let's out a laugh, "Just always wanted to get room service."

I let out a laugh, "There will be other times." I say, promise in my voice, "There's one of our bags." I point as I notice it coming towards us.

Steven goes to move forward to get it but I put a hand on his chest holding him back and I grab it myself, it's his bag so I pass it to him and we both wait for mine. A few huffs from Steven and twenty minutes later my bag finally makes an appearance and we head outside for a taxi.

"These taxis are a fortune, don't have any taxi numbers though so this'll do." I say while nodding towards a black hackney.

"Do they use different money ere Bren? Cos Ames said they did by cos their part of the UK I thought it were all the same?" he asks me.

It makes me laugh, sometimes I think he's the smartest person I know and others I just don't have a clue. "Dublin ain't a part of the UK Steven."

He frowns, "but it's England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales?"

"Northern Ireland." I tell him, he simply shakes his head in confusion.

I give the address to the taxi driver and when we arrive I give him a crisp twenty euros, "Keep the change." I tell him while I get out the door meeting Steven on the pavement.

"So where is it then?" Steven asks while looking around.

"Right there." I tell him, pointing to the building infront of us.

We get to the front close door and I use my thob key to get in. Stevens looking around the full close taking everything in and when we get to the black door, number 5 which is mine he has a nervous smile on his face, god knows why.

I let us both in and we both sit our bags down, straight away Stevens looking in all the rooms.

"It's not much." I explain to him before he gets overly excited, "Just your average two bedroomed flat. I moved here not long after me and Elieen split up."

"How long did you stay in Dublin for before coming to England with Cheryl?" he asks me.

"About a year and a half. I come here a lot, gives me thinking space, didn't ever have the heart to sell it." I admit truthfully.

"So you like Dublin then?" he asks me.

"Love it." I reply without a minutes hesitation.

I push him onto the couch and press my lips to his before straddling over him. Pulling away a little I give him a grin, "I'm goin to show ye the sights, my sights"

Steven looks at me with a smile of pure adoration and I still can't wrap my head around the fact he's looking at me that way. "Sounds promising" he murmurs.

"Doesn't it?" I say suggestively "Anything ye want to see" I give him a kiss "or try." Another kiss. "I'm your man.. Whatever the pleasure" another kiss, a little longer and more passionate.

Steven pulls away but not completely, almost like he's teasing me and then his eyes light up like a light bulb went on.

"Guinness" He states.

"Guinness?" I repeat, half expecting him to break out a smile and tell me he's joking. He doesn't. "Right, well. Better get up then." I sigh while I move.

Some part of me thought that by now our clothes would be lying somewhere on the floor by now. I take him to a pub, the one around the corner from my flat, it's fairly nice outside considering we're just into december. So we take a seat outside and I go in and order us a pint of guiness knowing that it's a waste of four euros for his because he won't even drink it.

When I place the glass infront of him Steven stares at it for a bit before looking up at me. He holds the pint in his hand but looks around him before turning his attention back to me.

"So this your local then?"

"Everywhere's my local." I tell him, "Dublin is a small city."

He finally lifts the pint to his mouth and scrunchies his face at the taste, I knew he'd hate it.

"Should've got ye a dainty half glass eh?" I smirk, riling him up.

"Shut up." he whines before attempting another drink, "That's rank init?"

"It's an acquired taste" I mutter but he doesn't look convinced.

I take a long drink of mine, as though to prove a point, can feel the froff on my moustache straight away and wipe it away quickly, hoping that Steven hasn't notice but of course he has.

I grab ahold of his pint and empty it into a plant pot beside our table

"Oii!" He looks taken aback, "I were drinking that."

"It ain't for ye Steven." I tell him leaving no room for arguments. I take another drink of my guiness before standing up and waiting for Steven to follow suit.

"Where we off to?" Steven asks, bounding around like an excited puppy.

"You'll see." I tell him, having one place in mind.

We make our way through the streets of Dublin, weaving in between people, Steven nearly stepping out infront of moving traffic because he's too focused on taking in everything else to notice. I hold him back obviously. We get to the corner and it comes into view before I point at it, he follows my finger before frowning at me.

"My dahs pub." I say as a way of explanation.

He looks as if he doesn't quiet know why we're here, I don't either, should know better than to come back here never mind bringing Steven along with me.

When we get closer I can tell Stevens a little on edge- unsure. It's strange to see him act that way, "It looks like its closed Bren."

"There's a way in though." I tell him, remember from all the years my dah would make me go out the back after a beating so that none of the staff or punters seen. One time Marlena, one of the bartenders saw me with a split lip and busted eye.

'I fell down the stairs going to the celler' I said as a way of an excuse.

I don't know if she believed me, never put much thought into it.

Steven bring me out of my thoughts, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"Come on." I say, striding around to the back entrance. After a few kicks the lock slackens and door opens with a kaboom.

When we go in Steven stays close to me, and when we make our way to the bar area where all the chairs and tables still are, the same ones that were there years and years ago. Flashbacks of me working in here under my dads watchful eyes come back to me and I almost forget I'm not back there.

Theres layers of dust everywhere we look and when I lean against the bar the dust moves around the air, I look in the mirror that's still above the bar, see my own face, pale and lost. Steven beside me looking at me worried. I indicate to where my dad and his pals would sit and next thing I know there's words spilling from my lips. Telling Steven the stories of the past, I hear my dads voice in my head,

'Brenda, Brenda, Brenda.' It chants over and over, it isn't until Steven smashes a glass that I realise it was coming out my own mouth.

"It's in the past. Look it's just dust now." he tells me and to prove his point he wipes a hand across the bar, the dust swirling around until it's crumbled into tiny pieces, so small I can't see anymore.

I pick up a glass and throw it against the wall, and it feels great. So much that once I've started I can't stop, picking up whatever I can get my hands on and throwing it, Stevens joined in.

I grab him and pull him close to me, pressing my lips against his, the heat picks up and before I know it were both grabbing at each others clothes, ripping the off as if there offensive.

When we're both standing naked I take a moment to admire him, the golden tan that covers his full body, his small frame. It's like it's screaming at me to take him, so I do.

Grab him close to me and push him against the bar, not caring to be gentle, his hands make their way to my hair and tug at it while he lets out a moan. Replacing old memories in this place with new ones, of Steven.

The echo of both our moans go around the room while I enter him, no lube so I stretch him with my fingers to accommodate my length before I push straight in and hammer home. It's quick, frantic and raw. I hear the blood pumping in my ears and can feel my heart banging in my chest while I catch my breath.

"Wow." Steven says breaking the silence, "That was.. intense."

I hum in agreement, "Let's get dressed, still got things to show ye."

"Is that gonna happen every place we go?" he laughs.

I think for a minute before answering, "Probably yeah."

He lets out a laugh while pulling his jumper back over his head, I stand up before putting a hand out to help him up. I take one last look around the room, glass scattered accross the floor, parts of stools lying about.

A small smile tugs at my lips, that's another reminder of my dad tarnished. I feel a warmth in my hand and I realise it's Stevens hand holding mine and he's trying to pull me away from the room so I go with him and let him lead me outside, feel overwhelmed with relief, feel as if I'm nearly ready to close the final chapter of my dads story. Hopefully with Stevens help I can put all the memories of him behind me, as I look at him he catches me and I give him a grin that I think might be projecting the hope that I feel.