* Hi again,here is my next chapter,slightly longer than the last one. Massive thanks for the reviews,totally gobsmacked! Thank you so much for your kind words! :D This one does contain sexual references,at the end of the chapter,so definite M. I hope you will enjoy this next chapter,and please review. Tell me how I am doing. :) *

Chapter 2

Brendan stroked his fingers over his moustache while in deep thought, he did this a lot as though it helped him to focus on what he was about to say or do. He was looking at Kevin with stony eyes, deciding what would be the best punishment to deal out. In a rare moment of compassion, he thought to at least hearing Kevin's excuses, they might be interesting after all.

"Kevin,Kevin,Kevin..What am I gonna do wit ye? A simple delivery, not askin much of ye. So how is it now ye stood here, no drugs, or money...ye better have a good explanation." Brendan sat back on his chair and it rested on the back wall.

Arms folded tightly to show his biceps in all there glory. Kevin walked forward and looked to be chasing thoughts through his mind at record speed.

"It...It wasn't my fault, it was Warren! He set me up, I was taking the last delivery to him, when some of his lackeys got me from behind, took everything, I swear!" Cried Kevin.

Brendan shifted in his seat and leaned forward to a jar on his desk, it was full of lollies, all colours, and he pondered as he took a red one out and popped it in his mouth.

"Hmm,you got eyes in the back of your head?" Brendan asked quietly, "turn around Kevin." Kevin's heart raced as he turned 360 on his feet, wondering if Brendan would have him dance next.

"No, can't see any, so tell me, how do you know who came up behind you? Could have been a bunch of boy scouts, no proof its Warrens people, huh?"Brendan pushed.

Brendan rolled the lolly round in his mouth, sucking on it loudly. Kevin shuffled his feet and looked at Brendan, he watched him and that lolly as his tongue danced round it, making popping noises each time he took it out of his mouth.

Blinking back to the room, Kevin thought and spoke, "I saw them just before it happened, that's how I knew it was them! They were sat at a cafe on the high street, watching me. I recognised them,they got up and followed me." Kevin sighed heavy

"You know what, don't believe me, I'm now past caring, do what you want to me." Brendan stood up from his chair and strode round his desk in front of Kevin, moved his mouth to the side of his head and whispered in his ear, "I hope for your sake ye not lying...now go and help Walker with whatever he needs doing."

Brendan stood back at the window and looked out at the streets of Dublin, he was thinking it was time to catch up with old acquaintances, been a while. He scrolled through his contacts and called Warren.

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Back at H.Q, Ste was enjoying his eyes more than ever before,the pleasure they felt from this photo blew his mind. Then his boss spoke, "Right then, you can go down to the basement,you have some items of use to collect from there, good luck and come back alive."

Ste left his bosses' office cringing to himself. He always says that, talk about morbid. As he walks along the blue and green coloured carpet he notices Cindy again, this time she's applying lipstick, Ste has a devilish thought as he purposely this time, creeps up quietly.

"THE BOSS WANTS TO SEE YOU" Ste shouts just as Cindy trails the lipstick down her face over her cheek.

"Oops, how clumsy of me,see ya!" Ste rushes to the elevator as a stapler comes flying at him along with a string of expletives.

Ste arrived at the basement, he goes into the room full of all kinds of gadgets. Men in white coats everywhere testing equipment out,some not doing very well. Darren is there, trying to demonstrate to a trainee how to fire the rocket out of an umbrella. Hmm,think I'll pass on that one thought Ste.

"Hey Darren! Have you got my things, a nice car I hope?" Ste walks over to a table littered with objects, he finds a pen and starts messing around with it.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Darren cries, but too late, a huge net flies out of the pen and lands over Darren's head.

"Where the heck did that come from? It's a pen for god sake!" Exclaimed Ste.

After Ste tries apologizing whilst laughing so much his sides ached, Darren shows him his new car, a nice BMW. He gets a new gun too, and various gadgets and a company credit card with the name Mr S Smith on it, he looks up at Darren in disbelief, "Really?!" Sighing loudly.

As Ste makes his way to the airport his mind wanders again to Brendan, he was feeling strange, something he'd never felt during any assignment. He always had a clear mind on the job at hand.

Ste smirked at his own thoughts, and tried to work out how to meet this man, this handsome man who damn near took his breathe away. Ste boards the plane destination Dublin, has never been before and it excites him. He looks at the photos of Brendan, casually acting like its work he's enthralled in.

You can't help looking at him, watching from the bar,and it was packed full of people, dancing around to the deafening booming music that throbs through your bones as you walk in. The leather on the stool makes an obscene noise as you sit on it, looking around you try to take in the room, and then you see him.

He's staring back at you. The heat in the room suddenly intensify's just from his eyes,searching over your body. Brendan Brady, standing tall at the other side of the room, hands in his pockets, wearing a black shirt with white sleeves curled up at the arms and trousers so tight fitting,it grabs his every curve.

You take a long drink,your mouth so dry now. Turning to watch him walk towards the bar,as your heartbeat rockets in your chest,your pretty blue eyes dart a side way glance towards Brendan, who must have sped up pretty quick to come around and lean up against the bar in front of you.

He says nothing, his eyes are shining back at you,using them he speaks enough as Brendan moves slightly closer into your breathing space and shoots his eyes to your like being watched by him,the beer you drink spills onto your lips,and you try to lick it off with your tongue,but Brendan uses his fingers on you instead,stroking your lips,gently brushing the drops of beer across them and you're lost in each others eyes.

"Sir...SIR? Are you alright, you are dribbling." Ste wakes up with a jolt, furious this person woke him up.

"Bloody el!" Ste says, as he finds now how he fell asleep on the flight over.

"I am fine, thank you. I was restin me eyes." Yawned Ste

The flight attendant walked off towards her colleague and was stood chatting, about him no doubt, like she'd never seen someone sleep before. His mind was racing, and heart thumping. It felt so real, and secretly wished it was.

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Ste got into his BMW, it was miraculously waiting for him at the airport,he'd given up figuring out how they managed it back at HQ. There was a note scribbled, thought you'd like the male voice, with a wink at the end. Darren being funny, or trying to be.

He programmed in the sat nav to his hotel in Dublin, a man's voice echoed through the speakers with the directions. Ste gave a smirk, and drove off out of the airport. Ste's mind wasn't focused on the destination though; he only had one thought, one face constant in his mind.

He wondered about a slight detour. I mean, it was his job to watch Brendan Brady, so he wouldn't be breaking any rules. Ste wondered why he had to justify himself so much. It was late morning as he drove through Dublin; he found the place he'd been looking for, Bradys. The place was quiet besides the music, as he walked up the stairs into the club.

Dance music blared out and Ste made his way to the bar. He looked around, a few people scattered about,drinking and chatting. Staff members were busying themselves and it had a warm feel to it,nice place, table and chair area all along the wall candles on the tables, flickering gently.

"What can I get you sir?" Asked a man behind the bar. Kevin was helping out for the day, much to his disappointment; Walker had given him a lot of night shifts to do.

"Oh,er yeah,I'll have a beer ta." Replied Ste.

"I'll get that" said a voice behind him, it shuddered through his whole body, as though pinning him to the spot.

Unmistakably Irish, Ste's heart rate jumped as he dared to believe it was him stood behind, the man who hadn't left his thoughts since he saw his photo.

"Nah, ya alright,I'll get me own drinks, thanks though" Ste smiled and turned round.

There was Brendan, looking so killer hot Ste caught his breath, and Brendan saw this. He glanced down at Ste's lips as Ste stroked his tongue against them and swallowed hard, suddenly dry in his mouth.

"I insist" said Brendan, motioning for Kevin to get lost while he settled against the bar with both elbows.

"Ye new around these parts? I ain't seen ye in here before, if I had, I'd have remembered." Brendan turned his face to study Ste's, he couldn't believe how beautiful this man was, made him feel uneasy and vulnerable.

"Hmm,me too" Ste whimpered to himself, before clearing his throat, "I mean,um yeah, I have been here before, well Dublin anyway", he lied "just back here for business, and hopefully pleasure too."

Ste felt his cheeks warm, and bet they'd turned red. What was wrong with him, goodness knows how many jobs he'd been on, met countless men like Brady, except he was different, made him feel alive. Ste had forgotten what that felt like.

He took a long drink of beer, gulping away, he opened his eyes to see Brendan watching his throat bob as he swallowed. Made him choke slightly, spluttering.

"Ye look flustered, something making you feel uneasy? Or the heat getting to ye? Oh,and I'm Brendan Brady,owner,manager,single." Brendan's eyes met Ste as he said the last part, 'single' he thought to himself, what the hell is wrong with me today.

Brendan soon dismissed that thought though as he saw this man smile at him bashfully. They both could have been mistaken for teenagers at this point.

"So? Are ye gonna say somet, a cat got ye tongue in there?" Drawled Brendan. "What ya wanna know?" Ste rolled his eyes

"I am called Ste...I,um,er...Smith! Yeah, Ste Smith." Ste groaned in his head, nice one Darren, he thought. "Pleased to meet you Brendan. And thanks for the beer!"

Ste walked away and over to one of the tables, he sat down and put his head in his arms, he couldn't think straight, Brendan was making him feel so crazy, even now he felt his eyes piercing into him.

"I hadn't finished with ye, mind if I sit a while? I like to get to know my customers, especially ones who look as good as you." Brendan sat and drank from his glass of whiskey, keeping eye contact with Ste.

He noticed his golden hair, and how it fell over the side of his face, he wanted to stroke it back behind his ear, and went to move his hand over but changed his mind, grabbing one of the beer mats instead.

"You look good too, er fit,I mean you know, well dressed like. I like ya shirt, and that cross you wear." Ste was failing over his words, cheeks turning the deepest crimson no doubt, and was wondering how on earth he could leave with his dignity still in tact.

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Earlier that morning

Brendan had got through to Warren eventually; they made the usual small talk asking about their families and friends, work etc. Boring and monotonous, and Brendan thought was just a way for Warren to avoid any questions regarding Kevin's misfortune earlier.

"Look enough of the pleasantries, let's cut to the chase shall we? Believe we have unfinished business here, right? Now I can either come to ye, or ye come here to me, either way it's gonna happen Foxy." Brendan promised.

It was getting warmer outside,he watched as the sun rose higher,beaming through the blinds,catching the cross round his neck while Brendan was talking on the phone. He was pacing round his office like a man possessed, getting Warren to do anything was a hard task at the best of times and he needed a drink.

He opened the door to the office and was about to wander over to the bar when he stopped and looked over to someone he didn't recognize. A new face. He hitched in a breath almost immediately and couldn't take his eyes off this man, so beautiful, dressed casual smart; he had a way to him, a confidence in his walk. It endeared to Brendan.

So did his tight jeans,as he studied his body. This was new, he thought to himself, not had this feeling in like, well he actually wasn't sure he had, and it hit his chest like a bolt of lightning.

"Hello? Oi!, Numb nuts I ain't speaking to myself here you know! Are ya dead or somet?!" It was Warren, he was still on the phone to him, and he'd totally forgotten, his focus elsewhere.

"Always a charmer there foxy huh? Remind me to slap the teacher at the charm school ye attended wont ye? I'll call ye back, something's come up." Brendan wasn't joking either, as he felt his pants tighten with arousal just one look at this man caused this reaction. You know he was getting over to that bar quick smart.

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Later that evening

He was finally at his hotel; Ste lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, brought up his arms to rest there. Oh my god he thought, I made a fool of myself, and what an idiot to go there like that. He needed to focus on the job, the reason he'd been sent there. He kept going back to the club in his head, how he and Brendan had just sat there chatting together, flirting shamelessly.

He definitely fancied him, he made his heart race, Ste thought of how it would feel to touch Brendan, caress his hands over his chest, taking in his warmth, and how his kiss would be, strong, deep and heavy. He bet his moustache would tickle his lips too. Ste felt himself harden under his jeans, he sighed, the pain of his need for Brendan aching through his cock, as he moved his hands to rub against himself he imagined it was Brendan who was touching him there, gently squeezing and teasing making him shudder all over in waves.

Gently arching his back up, Ste unzipped his trousers and felt below his boxers,grabbed his cock and moved slow hardened strokes on himself,over and over again and felt the heat travel up into his chest,and ripple through every pore, he made a slight moan, and whispered Brendan carried by breath.

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Brendan sat in his apartment, his body still in arousal over their chance meeting, it was by chance right? I mean this never happens to Brendan, hard man no one can mess with the Brady. However this, Ste was something else. Gave him stomach ache, although a weird sort of ache he thought to himself. Didn't want to get better either, enjoyed this feeling.

Brendan stripped down and entered his walk in shower room, turned on the hot water,one arm resting above his bowed head against the tiles and sighed as he felt the water stream down his body over his muscles. He was thinking of Ste as he stood there in the shower, putting his hands on him, Steven, he smiled as he said his name, not Ste.

Brendan moved his fingers gently down his lower back and rubbed slowly over his cheeks washing himself with the shower gel. He started to imagine Ste touching him there,lathering his body with the bubbles,hands caressing the outline of his body. It made his cock spike hard with the thought of it, now his other hand traveling round to his hardening cock he squeezed and rubbed himself using the water and lather to glide effortlessly up and down and over the head his thumb on it in circular motions.

Brendan felt electric pass through his body as he kept up the movement,his finger stroked over slit as pre come seeped out he groaned Stevens name, and kept thinking how can he make this actually happen, he was longing for this other man's touch.