A/N:

Many, many thanks to the awesome FranceGLfan for the translation at the bottom

Chapter Warning:

This chapter is basically just porn!

There's quite a bit of bad language too.

Chapter Two – Ste Hay.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"It's alright," I tell him, and cup his cock, I wanna just know him. "Won't tell no-one."

And he looks like he might resist at first but his eyes sort of close, blink slow. And he says, "not a soul can know that you're even hear, do you understand me?"

And I nod, cos I can be pretty discrete me, have to for my jobs, both of 'em.

And then he kisses me, sort of moans into my mouth as my hand jerks him real fast.

His head rests against mine and he pants against my lips a couple of times and then says "done this before?"

And there's so many answers I have for that question in't there? But I don't wanna think of none of those things now.

Anyway he's enjoying this, the way I'm touchin him - you can tell in the way he's breathing fast and shallow and noisy. And I wanna do this don' I? It's not about nothing else but the way his eyes are dark and powerful. And the way he looks at me like I could be powerful.

So I keep touching him, hard and fast and he says, "You better know what you're getting yourself in for lad."

So I say the memoryI can actually think about, "sucked a guy off at school once, a mate, Mr Carter."

"He makes you call him Mr Carter?"

"Course, he's like the supply teacher in'he? He's straight though – married with kids and everything."

"Steven," he breathes real low and comes proper close and I think I'm probably a little hard too. "Anyone who sticks their cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and comes isn't straight." And he sort of says it like he's patronising me but I don't get defensive like normal, I just sort of get more turned on.

"You gonna do that then?" I say and then I just get this thought so I go with it, "boss," and that makes him growl.

Fuck my bloods really pumping now, gonna be getting off in my hand all night.

"No, I wanna fuck you Steven," he says, "but I don't want you getting any soppy ideas over the thought of losing your virginity to me." And this is exactly the conversation I didn't want to have in't it?

It's alright though, cos I say "not a virgin am I?" and that seems to be enough cos he does that growling thing again and kisses me.

And I've done a lot of kissing haven't I, me? Men, women, boys, girls. But no-one kisses quite like Brendan Brady, it's hard like men of his sort do, with teeth and that fucking tash burns. But it's also like gentle, and wide and like there's space and time and we're just gonna stand here and do this for a bit. And it's like he wants me to enjoy it too, cos at one point I actually moan and that makes him hold me tighter.

His hands cup my arse and he's sort of lifting me. His arms are proper big right? And he's proper strong so I'm off balance quickly, all I can do is wrap my legs around him for support and he sort of seems to want this, cos he holds me tighter. He carries me through to his bedroom, kissing me all the while, and he turns me around so I kick the door shut.

His bedrooms proper massive, like bigger than the lounge or the pool room. His bed's right in the middle of it, these red sheets, same colour as his shirt, that shine like they're silk, and it's actually a four poster bed. There's this massive window that overlooks the lights of city. And the craziest bit of his bedroom – there's actually mirrors on the ceiling.

"It's proper like a porn pad!" I say out loud as soon as he stops kissing me, and I giggle a little, cos weren't met to come out loud that, was it?!

"It will be," he says like it's a promise.

Then he throws me, actually throws me, onto the bed. Then his legs curve around mine, and it's like his entire body fits over me like I'm proper scrawny. His hands are fast on my clothes, though he doesn't go to move off his shirt or take off his trousers. And then when I'm naked he stares at me, proper stares. And I think perhaps I should be scared again, but he's looking at me like the last thing in the world he'd do is hurt me. And he's dominant but like protective with it.

He leans closer towards me and I push myself up on my elbows to get closer to him. He doesn't actually kiss me though - he just sort of stays there for a bit. It's not a kiss and it's not a fuck and it's just like he's looking. And it's not like nothing I've ever known before.

"Do you wanna take my clothes off?" He asks, and his words come like he's impatient or something.

Some guys like to be stripped.

"All of them?" I ask for pointers.

"What do you want to do?"

"Eh?"

"Do what you want to do-" he whispers, like… I dunno, like he wants me to be like equal or something. Like it actually matters that I like this too.

And he's looking at me like he's trying to understand me, like I'm proper worth understanding and he waits for my answer.

"I wanna leave the shirt on," I answer and he sort of grins, and so I add, "and the jacket, I want you to wear the jacket too."

"Have a thing for suits do you?"

Most guys I've had have been wearing trackies innit. 'Cept for Mr Blissett obviously, who was usually in that stupid golf get up - his cover to his wife. Even right at the beginning when I kinda liked it, I've never had a guy in a suit. But, I suppose, even back when I didn't proper hate it, it wasn't really about what I wanted was it? It was more about feeling like I was worth something.

Actually Mr Carter was wearing a suit the day I sucked him dry, now I remember. But I obviously didn't get off then. So I've never really thought before about what I like, I mean in that way, it don't matter does it? But now I do, I'm pretty sure Mr Brady in his suit earlier is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I don't know whether that's the suit, or whether that's Mr Brady, but it don't matter cos he's getting off the bed to put his jacket on and take his trousers off and he's gonna fuck me like that. He's gonna fuck me the way I asked, like the way I asked matters. And I'm proper hard.

He sort of looks at me as he stands there kegless, with that red shirt undone and his suit jacket over it. And he looks fucking incredible. It sort of makes his chest look bigger, you know all those muscles, and there's a tatt, of an ace of spades, on his ankle that just looks awesome. And he looks like I dunno, like a man.

"Open or done up?" He asks, indicating his shirt.

And he waits again, for my answer.

"That's good," I tell him.

Then there's a bit of silence so I say, "you look fucking hot." And he grins at me like I'm sweet.

Then he's over me again and he's reaching in his bedside drawer and I know that move. So I get in position for him, get myself ready. I'm still kinda sore from last night, so I only use one spitted finger to open myself.

"What are you doing?!" He asks like I'm being proper odd and I feel his fingers clasp my wrist again as he holds me still.

"Don't worry mate, I'll still be proper tight."

"What?!"

"OK look," I say taking my finger away, God he's going to fucking cane. "I'm ready."

"Steven - look at me," he whispers.

Some men proper get off on the thought you watch. I bend my head between my knees so I can see his cock hard and ready and still unsheathed but I guess he'll get around to that, he doesn't seem like somebody I need to worry about. Which is odd cos it's Brendan Brady.

"No, I mean, my face!"

OK, now, that's really odd. My muscles move a bit awkwardly when I work out how to sit in doggy and look at him at the same time.

"You know what this is?" He asks, holding this white tube in one hand.

And it takes me a moment but there's some vague memory of it, so I bluff.

"Course, lube innit?" But he looks through my words and his eyes get softer like he knows. Not that he knows about the secret, but like he knows what it feels like to have the secret.

But he's closer to me in a moment, and his breathings against my arse. And I tense for a moment cos I think he will be able to see the scarring but then everything, every-fucking-thing, releases. Cos he's touching me inside right, but it's not a normal touch, it's soft and gentle and like it's wet. It's his tongue. I feel his tongue flick like he's kissing me but down there, and his tash burns but in this like fucking good way. And I'm kinda aware I'm moaning and I hope he gets off on that cos I don't think I can stop as long as he's doing that. And even as he pulls back I almost whine.

"No-ones ever done that before have they?" He asks and there's something about the way he says it that shows I aint got no need to be shy.

So I hum my answer.

"Feels pretty good doesn't it?" He says and he sounds dead chuffed with himself so I hum again.

And then his fingers are inside me, and I can feel it's two with the scissoring he's doing but it feels kinda gentle and I guess that must be the lube.

"Never let anyone take you without lube, Steven, ever." He issues and it's like a command, like he has control for more than just the night.

I wish my life was that simple, innit?

He takes his time, pressing within me, and he even hits my prostate more than once, like it weren't just a mistake.

"Turn around, I wanna fuck you facing me," He whispers, and that's definitely different but I've stopped comparing him to others, he's not like no others.

I take his cock in my hand as he puts those fingers in me again. He's double bagged it, so he's clearly thinking of my others. He knows I'm dirt.

But it don't matter cos of the way he's looking at me like no-one's looked at me before, like he's doing this for more than to just get off. And he's chosen me for more than being tight and young. Like it's cos I'm good.

He sort of comes closer, real close, and I feel his dick press against mine, and that's the first time innit – first time my hard cock's pressed against another hard cock and I know for truth now, right now in this moment, that I'm gay. Cos it's just amazing innit? Hard, thick, pulsing flesh against my own, and he's bigger than me but that don't even matter, cos of the way he's touching me.

He strokes us both and I know my eyes sort of half close cos of what he's doing. I can feel my eyelashes on my cheek, cos I'm proper blissed out aren't I?

And he breathes, "you're beautiful, Steven." And I think that that's the first time in my entire life anyone's told me that, and he makes me wanna be stuff for him, like do anything he wants.

He takes hold of my ankle, you know dominantly, and wraps it around his hip. But I wanna show him I can do better than that so I move my legs on top of his shoulders and I watch his eyes and he looks at me like I'm special.

He squirts more lube and adds another finger.

"We can go when you want you know," I tell him, kinda feeling a little desperate now, like I want to be full of him.

He leans closer towards me, presses our lips together just once, and then just leans up, his eyes mapping over my face like he's gonna take this slow and that's half the fun.

And his fingers move gently and softly for like hours. And I forget about last night's soreness, and I feel wide and easy, and he sort of just like opens me.

"I wanna take you now, Steven."

"About bloody time!" I say before the words are even in my brain and he sort of laughs at me, but in this way that says I'm pretty amazing.

He presses in slowly, and he's massive so I'm full and stretched, but it doesn't hurt not like usual, and I feel like there's more space so I sort of squeeze against him.

"Jesus fucking Christ Steven! You're so fucking tight. Are you OK?"

"…Yeah?" I say, a little puzzled.

He smiles a little, strokes a hand down my face, across my lips before replacing it with a kiss. And no-one's ever kissed me when they've done this before and I guess it's not really kissing cos there's not a lot of movement, it's more like he's just breathing into me. Like his carbon dioxide is my oxygen.

"God you feel amazing. Enjoy it, yeah?" He says and he doesn't move away, like he wants this lack of distance between us.

And he changes his speed and then his depth and then his angle, watching me all the time like he's trying to figure me out, like I'm worth figuring out. And then something proper odd happens, this bright light like blasts through me, and I feel my toes curl you know like when you're about to come.

"Jesus Christ you're so close aren't you?"

Am I?

"I'm gonna keep fucking you Steven, it's gonna be hard cos you're so tight already, but I'm not done with you yet." His voice is like proper deep and rough, like grunts. "That OK? Tell me, Steven."

Oh he likes a talker, "Yeah I proper want you to keep fucking me, boss."

He smiles sweetly and says, "don't call me boss, not unless you really want to… But remember what I said – I'm always the boss whether I'm here or not."

And then he shifts again and it's fucking blinding that light, I sort of lose my breath in the face of it, and I know what it is now, I know it means I'm about to come. And I've not come in front of nobody before, and believe me it don't look great and I don't wanna disgust him, so I sort of resist at first, but that's pointless when it's Brendan Brady innit? No-one resists nothing Brendan Brady does.

Anyway he graps my cock, pumping in time with his fucks and he says, "come for me," and he doesn't give me a choice.

It's fucking crazy this coming right? Cos I can still feel him moving inside me and cos I don't have control of nothing and cos he could keep making me do this till I lost the proper world. But it's a good feeling and I just wanna give him more. Especially when he's saying things like, "yes Steven!" and "Oh God just like that," and "Jesus, Steven you're fucking magnificent."

I wanna give him everything.

My breath won't come fast enough and I'm squeaking like I'm choking innit, and I just feel everything let go and inside I quake.

When I come back to him, opening my eyes slowly, his eyes are fixed to my face like he can't see enough and he breathes, "God you looked fucking incredible!" And it's like I can feel the honesty in it.

And then he's pulling away, out of me, and there's this small part of me, that part that's not numb, that feels a little sad cos he said he's gonna keep fucking me didn't he? But I guess he doesn't wanna be in me, not after that, so I start to get my mouth ready, so he can get himself off.

But just as I do I feel another finger slip inside me, and I realise it's covered in lube, and when he moves out he starts touching his cock with lube too. And I guess I do feel a little tighter, you know after I've just come.

And before I can even say anything he's sliding back within me.

"You need to do that with me now yeah?" He whispers.

And I don't think I've ever come so hard than just a moment ago, I'm pretty sure I won't be hard for a while let alone coming. But then he lifts his hand from my cock and he's sort of dripping with me, and then he licks me off him. And I feel my cock jump – I think he could do anything.

He leans down and kisses me, proper wide. And there' a taste there now, like bitter, and I realise it's me. And that sounds pretty gross right but I think I must just be insane right now cos it's even like that's hot.

And he fucks me for a while these strokes that are hard but gentle, this pace he invented when he was inside me, and he's not really fucking me, that's like not the right word. Don't be an eejit it's proper not like making love, is it. It's more like, like this is what sex is. And this time we come together.

***K&M***

"I'm proper knackered me," I tell him, I'm not sure why.

He raises his arm from his eyes, been there since he climbed off me a while ago.

"You're going?" He asks when he sees I've changed.

"Yeah it's dead late."

"It's 5 am!"

"Too right, I've a French Oral tomorrow as well."

He raises an eyebrow when say those words, French Oral, and I giggle natural like. When I met him 13 hours ago I didn't believe he was gay, let alone a proper perve.

"It must take least an hour to get back onto the estate with that push bike."

"Yeah bout that," I agree.

"Are you gonna get any sleep?!"

"Well Leah and Lucas, they're my little bro and sis right, they're on this camp so I don't have to get em up like usual, so I can probably get a couple of hours."

He nods, and then turns back into his pillow and closes his eyes. Great I actually thought he might offer me a lift then! I shake my head as I climb off his bed, I guess he's just the same as everyone else.

"What?" He asks.

"What?!"

"You're leaving, pissed!"

"I just thought you might drive me right, you know seeing as it's not exactly my fault it's late innit."

"Why would I do that?"

"Exactly, it proper don't matter, night Mr Brady."

"Steven," he says calling me back, "why would I do that when you're staying here?" He asks and it's not like he's only just thought of it, it's like he meant that ten minutes ago.

"Here?"

"Yes, with me. I just have three conditions, the boys don't see you here in the morning."

"Course."

"No-one knows you're here."

I nod cos he said that before right?

"And you don't start thinking I'm your boyfriend."

"Why would I think that?!"

"I mean it Steven, I don't… I can't do relationships."

"Yeah proper whatever, like I want people to know I'm hanging around with an ancient codger."

"I'm 35!"

"Same difference."

He chuckles, and sort of offers me a space next to him, lifting up the blanket. I step out of my clothes and start to lower my boxers.

"No you need to leave those on." He tells me, "neither of us will be getting any sleep if I have to do it next to that arse of yours, naked."

I pull them up and walk toward him slowly, he watches me this smile growing.

"And we do this again, next week," he adds.

"That's five."

"What?"

"That's five – conditions, the kids, the no-one knows, the boyfriend thing, the boxers and now round two – that's five innit?"

"You're pretty sassy you know that?"

I shrug, "learned to count a while ago."

He laughs shaking his head. I keep making him laugh and I kinda like that.

I climb in next to him and he places a hand on my waist, like it's gonna stay there for the night.

"So, French? You any good at it?"

"A little, Bonne nuit c'etait le meilleure nuit de ma vie – means night that don't it?"

He opens an eyelid, smiles at me like he knows it means more and kisses me one final time.