They really make up the lost time without sex in this one ~
There was a warmth next to Brendan, a steady breath against his skin. The the memories came, vivid and overpowering, from last night. The fight. The kiss. The sex. He opened his eyes. All he could see was the mussed up brown hair from Steven's head, tugged under Brendan's chin. Brendan was on his side and Steven was laying his belly down, arm and leg draped over Brendan, face buried against his chest.
Brendan shuffled further away just enough to see Steven's face. Once Brendan moved Steven changed his position a too, had a little stretch in his sleep and then fell still again. His hand was still resting on Brendan's ribs, but now Brendan could see him properly.
He looked peaceful, face squished against the pillow. His mouth was slightly open and Brendan could hear the steady sound of his breathing. It was so far away from the expressions Brendan had see on Steven's face the night before. The anger turning into a lust, the need in his eyes, need of something only Brendan could give him. The confusion when Brendan was in him, like he hadn't known was it pain or pleasure he felt, but wanting more nevertheless. The pure oblivion once he finally let go and came, the beauty of his screams while his cum had spurted out, on Brendan's hand and over his own golden belly.
Well, that's it about no fucking clients then. Still Brendan couldn't feel sorry or ashamed. Deep down he had known this would happen sooner or later. Now he would just have to make sure Steven would be safe, always. Brendan was in this balls deep now, quite literally.
He slid away from the bed, slowly and carefully not to wake Steven up. His clothes were thrown on the floor during last night, but then he spotted Steven's dressing gown and put it on instead. It smelled like Steven, not just his shower gel but him. For a few second Brendan got lost in the memory of tasting Steven's skin, smelling his prominent scent from it, how it got stronger and more arousing closer to his groin.
He made his way to kitchen, put on the coffee maker and went to study the contents of the fridge and the cupboards. He found croissants, and a jar of raspberry jam. It was seedless, the one Steven had bought it for him during one of their shopping trips when Brendan had said he didn't like the seeds. He put the croissants and the jam on a plate and took it in the bedroom, placing it on the nightstand as quietly as he could. Then we went to pick up their coffees, and when he got back he saw that Steven had awoken.
The lad was looking around, sleepy and confused, and when he saw Brendan on the doorway his face lit up with relief.
"Ain't getting rid of me that easy, Steven." Brendan set the coffees next to the plate, shrugged of the dressing gown and got back in bed.
"Am I dreaming?" Steven asked while instantly leaning closer to Brendan soon as he was there.
"Never had breakfast in bed?" Brendan reached his arm around Steven's shoulders.
"I'm not on about the breakfast." Steven mumbled against his skin.
"Really?" For a while they were both silent, before Brendan reached for Steven's coffee and handed it to him. "Drink up. It'll do you good."
"Ta." Steven had a sip and closed his eyes. "Mmm. You make good coffee."
"One of my many talents." Brendan had a swing from his own mug, mainly because he wanted to kiss the boy and didn't want him to taste his morning breath. He then took Steven's mug from him, put them both aside, wrapped his arms around him and rolled them so Steven was on his back and Brendan on top of him. That was quickly becoming Brendan's favorite place to be. Brendan took a hold of Steven's face and thoroughly kissed him.
It was amazing how Steven opened up under the attention he got. His hands were lazily moving up and down Brendan's flanks, legs wrapped around his. His mouth was open and soft, and there were quiet moans of pleasure he made while Brendan was sucking his tongue and bottom lip, slowly grinding down to him. He could feel Steven was getting harder. It seemed impossible to think that Noah had not seen what he had, that he had not know how to make Steven like this.
Brendan pulled back so he could look at Steven's blissed face. The lad was smiling widely up to him. His mouth was red from the kissing and from the beard rubbing against his delicate skin.
"Look at you." Brendan stoked his hair. "You were quite something last night, weren't you." And because he was a dick, he couldn't stop himself adding "I assume it was better ride than what Noah gave you."
"Stop it." Steven's face grew darker. "I don't want to talk about him."
"Sorry." Brendan kissed him again and it took a second before Steven kissed him back. "Looks like you're up for more, though." He teased and slid his hand around Steven's cock. He made a sound and his hips lifted. Brendan kept stroking him and didn't know where to look – Steven's face full of pleasure or down on his pretty cock, how nicely it fitted in Brendan's hand.
When he slid his hand down for a second to stroke his balls too, Steven took hold of his wrist and pushed it further down. When Brendan raised his eyebrows Steven looked shy, biting his bottom lip like a virgin schoolboy, throwing glances on Brendan under his impossibly long lashes.
"That what you want?" And when Steven nodded Brendan wanted more. "Tell me."
"I want you to... I liked it when..." Steven was getting redder. It was quite cute. "I liked when you used your fingers." He finally blurted. Brendan laughed and kissed him.
"Okay." He rolled to get the lube from top of the nightstand, then turned back to Steven. He stayed on his side and pulled Steven closer, hitched his leg over his hip and poured lube on his fingers. Steven looked hungry when Brendan pushed his hand between his legs and stroked his lubed fingers over Steven's hole.
Steven flinched and Brendan eased the pressure. "Are you sore?" He must be, if what he had been telling Brendan had been true and his last sexual encounter had been ages ago. Brendan also liked to amuse himself with the idea of being bigger than that fucking Noah judging by the size of the condoms which had been a bit of a squeeze for him.
"A bit. Don't stop though." Steven placed a quick kiss more on to Brendan's beard than to his mouth. "Please."
Brendan continued what he was doing, watching every expression on Steven's face. It was fascinating. The boy was breathing hard, his sounds were mixture of sighs of pleasure and ow's, but not once he told Brendan to stop. It was becoming pretty clear that Steven didn't mind some pain if it was mixed with pleasure. Brendan risked it and went in with two fingers straight on, pushing in slowly until he found his sweet spot, like he was already so accustomed on Steven's body that he knew how to play with it. Steven's fingers scraped over Brendan's shoulders painfully when he cried out while Brendan kept fucking him with his fingers. He could have gone on, massaging Steven's insides until he'd come but Steven pushed his own hand between them and wrapped his fingers around Brendan's dick.
"Fuck me."
Brendan slowly pulled his fingers out and turned to find a condom. Steven kept kissing his chest and lick his nipple while he tried to roll one on. "Do we need those?" Steven asked and for a second Brendan was confused before he got what Steven meant. "I mean, I'm clean so I wouldn't mind if..."
"I want you to be safe, Steven. I'll need a check up first." Jesus, he had only fucked the lad once and was already talking like they were going steady and could drop the protection. He had never been without it with anyone else than Eileen so he should be clean and the thought of going bare with Steven was extremely hot, but there was no way he would risk it.
"Alright." Steven nuzzled Brendan's beard. "Now get it in me."
"Yes, boss." Brendan quite liked this bossy Steven, hungry for him. He decided to try something new, to let Steven set the pace. He settled between Steven's legs and slowly pushed in, loving the gasping he got out from him. Once he was fully in he took a firm hold on Steven's hips and rolled them so he was on his back and Steven was sitting on top of him.
The position made it feel like Steven sunk even lover on Brendan's cock, and he was hardly breathing, just looking down on Brendan with his mouth gaped open like the feeling was almost too much. Then Brendan felt him relax around him and Steven sighed at first, then burst out a honking laugh.
"Are you alright up there?" Brendan teased while stroking Steven's hairy thighs. He had never seen such hairy legs on anyone, but they were beautiful, just like everything else on Steven was.
"Yeah. I have never..." Steven blushed again and looked bit embarrassed, and Brendan realised that he had never been riding anyone. Jesus, what had Noah done with him.
"It's easy." He took hold on Steven's hips and started to move them slowly. "Yeah?"
"Fuck." Steven's hands came for leverage on Brendan's chest when he surrender to Brendan's handling. Then he started to grind down himself, and Brendan moved his hands away, stroking his bum, his thighs, up from his belly to his nipples. Steven found the angle where Brendan's dick rubbed him just right, and his movements started to speed up and noises get louder. He was clearly a fast learner. Brendan had never seen anything hotter than Steven was when greedily taking pleasure from his cock. His skin was smooth under Brendan's hands, and he couldn't stop touching him. He kneaded Steven's bum, hard, and that made Steven moan louder. Steven's fingers were scratching over Brendan's chest, his dick hitting against Brendan's belly in rhythm of his movements. His insides were tightening in waves around Brendan and fuck that felt amazing, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Steven's movement were getting erratic. Brendan moved his hand around Steven's dick and he had hardly squeezed it when Steven was already coming, shooting cum all over Brendan's chest. Brendan took hold on his hips and pushed upwards, and the filthy noises Steven was making alongside with the pulsing of his body drew him over the edge too. God how he wished there was nothing between them, and he could have come inside Steven's body instead of latex. Steven was still leaning on top of him, hands shaking, laughing elated and Brendan couldn't help but grin right back at him. Then to Brendan's surprise Steven ran his fingers over the spots of cum on Brendan's belly, scooped some up and then pushed those fingers in Brendan's mouth like most natural thing ever. Brendan made sure he held the eye contact the whole time he sucked those fingers clean, and he could see how the shy Steven and the filthy fucker Steven fought inside Steven's head.
Once he had done Steven pulled his fingers out and then lifted himself off from Brendan. Brendan's softening dick slapped against his stomach and he knew he should rise and get rid of the condom. But he couldn't help himself wrapping his arms against Steven's back and pulling him fully on top of him, kissing him deeper than he ever had kissed anyone else. When Steven pulled back for air and gave him one of his shy but pleased smiles Brendan knew that he was truly, truly fucked.
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Ste had worried that soon as they got up the bed the spell would be broken and Brendan would just be his bodyguard again. And it was weird in the end how little things seemed to change. Ste got dressed, he made them proper breakfast which they ate together. They sorted out clothes for washing and Ste prepared for his evening shift for Tony's. They joked around, like before.
Only it wasn't like before, because it was better. There was something new and different between them, and it didn't make things awkward as Ste had worried. When they looked at each other the knowing and the memory of the last night was strong between them. Brendan was running his hand down Ste's back while he was cooking. When they ate they knees were touching and at some point Brendan rested his hand in Ste's thigh. Ste had a squeeze of Brendan's bicep when he was carrying a pile of shirts for the wash. At one point, middle of Ste chatting over something Brendan moved closer, pushed Ste against the wall and kissed him in such power that it made Ste see stars. It was the first time Ste ever considered calling sick and dragging Brendan back to bed to let him do what ever he wanted with him.
He was also nervous for going outside, because he didn't know how they would be around other people. They hand't talked about it, not a one word of what this was. It was all exciting and scary at the same time.
Before they left for Tony's Brendan stopped Ste in the hall, took his face between his hands and kissed him, gently, and then opened the front door for them to get out. Ste thought that Brendan might not know how to deal with this either. So he decided he would to his best to just enjoy what he had and try not to stress over what tomorrow might bring.
They had a nice, quiet drive, like words were hardly needed and they both just soaked in with the presence of the other. Every look they exchanged was full of warmth and shared secret that it was hard for Ste not to grin like mad when they finally got into Tony's and made their way in. Brendan disappeared to his usual place in the bar while Ste went to change his clothes. He wondered would people see what had happened from him, but everyone was so busy they hardly had time to greet him. Except for Stacy, who gave him a long look when he got in and got on to his first order, but thankfully didn't say anything.
Alongside with his orders Ste threw some stuff on the pan for Brendan too. Lamb with loads of greens, roasted sweet potatoes and spicy chickpeas. That should give him lot of energy after their activities last night. Ste must have spent way too much time making the meal perfect, because after he sent it out he saw how Stacy was clearly holding back her laugh.
"What?" He asked and knew he was already getting red.
"Nothing. I just figured out who your Brendan is seeing. Poor Alexandra. She never got a chance." Then she winked at him and continued her work.
It was weird how being away from Brendan, even if they were just separated by a wall, was enough to make Ste doubt everything. While he was working he was reliving the last night and this morning, but this time he was tormented with all kinds of thoughts he didn't like. Was it just a casual thing for Brendan? Had it been anything else than him needing to have sex and Ste just happened to be there? Maybe he had thought that being stuck with Ste would be more pleasant with added sex. Maybe Ste kissing him in the elevator had made Brendan think he should take advantage of the situation while he could. It felt too impossible that man like Brendan would really want him, when he could get anyone else he wanted. If Ste wouldn't have a soreness in his pelvic floor as a proof he could have doubted the last night happening all together.
But it was't just the pleasant soreness inside him and in his muscles. When he took a five minute toilet break and lowered his pants he saw the bite marks on his belly. He traced them with his finger, flinching at first then enjoying the tingling sensation they had. There had been love bites on him before, when he and Amy had first started to go out they had used to suck those purple marks on each other. Still, they had never made Ste feel this wanted, than he had when Brendan had marked him with his teeth. He tried to hold on that memory till the end of his shift.
And when the closing time came and the kitchen was cleaned, Brendan was waiting Ste in the hallway and there it was again, the feeling like he was tingling all over. Like Brendan was pulling Ste's every fiber towards him, and it took all Ste's willpower not to slot himself against Brendan's bigger frame there and then. The way Brendan was looking at Ste, like there was no one else in the whole building threw all Ste's worries out of the window. He quickly stepped into their dressing room to change his clothes, rushing impatient for the thought of getting Brendan home and being able to touch him again.
They hold their distance when walking out, and Ste's voice sounded weird, strained and nervous when he said his goodbyes to his co-workers. Once in Brendan's car Ste instantly turned more towards him and felt almost embarrassed for trying to get closer to him on his seat.
"How was your night, was it boring? Did you like your food?"
Brendan took hold of Ste's chin and leaned in for a kiss. No tongues, no biting on Ste's lip, just a quick but thorough kiss and it still managed to light up the fire inside Ste. The pleased smile on Brendan's face when he pulled back showed it hadn't go unnoticed.
"It was delicious. And I'll have you for a dessert."
Ste's dick made a twitch and there must have been some rush of lust on Ste's face because Brendan's grin grew bigger before he turned the engine on and started to drive. Ste fidgeted on his seat the whole way home, very well aware how excited his dick was getting. The drive had never felt longer.
Brendan stood extremely close to Ste while he tried to unlock the door to the apartment, making it even more difficult to get the key in the lock with the rushing and hands shaking. He finally managed and soon as they were in and Brendan had closed the door and set on the alarm he was on Ste, arms wrapping tightly around him, lifting him up to his toes while his tongue found it's way to Ste's mouth. Ste's arms were instantly around Brendan's shoulders, grabbing his hair, pulling the fabric of his shirt which was on the way, denying Ste's access to the skin underneath.
Brendan half pushed half carried Ste on the sofa, and they crashed there, never breaking the touching and kissing. Brendan had Ste's hoodie open and hands underneath his T-shirt, and Ste was nibbling his way on Brendan's throat, dipping his head lover to lick the part of chest which was revealed when the top buttons of his shirt gave up the fight and popped open. Brendan bit Ste's ear and slid his hand inside of Ste's pants, grabbing his bum and the noise which Ste made sounded primal even into his own ears.
He pulled back. "I need to... I need the loo."
"Okay." Brendan kissed his neck again and almost made Ste forget what he was supposed to do. He tore himself off and quickly made his way to his room, and to his bathroom.
He sorted himself out, only he was getting paranoid again of not being good and clean enough. Quick shower wouldn't hurt, and then he would be all ready for Brendan. So he took of rest of his clothes and got under the shower, only he had just started to wash his hair when he saw the bathroom door opening and Brendan stepping in. Ste got the sudden urge to cover himself, which he then thought was funny – Brendan had already seen every inch of his body and the look he gave to Ste through the glass door showed he liked what he saw.
"Mind if I join ya?" And without waiting an answer he started to strip. Ste couldn't look away when Brendan revealed his body, tossing his shirt aside, opening his belt, unzipping his pants and letting them drop. Socks and underwear, removed annoyingly slow, like he enjoyed making Ste wait. When he was finally gloriously naked he slid the shower door open and stepped in. He seemed to fill the shower cubicle with his broad shoulders. Ste felt paralyzed with desire, there was too much he wanted to touch and taste.
Brendan lifted his hands on Ste's head and started to rub the shampoo in, thing which Ste had completely forgot soon as he had seen Brendan coming in. It felt so good that Ste closed his eyes and leaned on him, hands slightly on Brendan's waist for support. Once Brendan had took the hose and rinsed Ste's hair clean, Ste squirted some shampoo on his hands and reached to Brendan's hair. He felt shy at first, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to do that, but Brendan tilted his head to give him a better access as a encouragement. When Ste massaged the foam into back of Brendan's head he let out a pleased sigh, which made Ste fill with satisfaction. Once he had done his hair Ste didn't hesitate anymore, but started to spread the shower gel on Brendan's chest without any further invitation.
He noticed some red marks on Brendan's chest, hidden under the dark hair he had there. He traced his finger on top of one and then it hit him – they were scratch marks, made by him this morning. When Brendan turned so Ste could do his back there were even more of red lines, over his shoulder blades, his waist, even some on his bum. Ste hadn't even noticed he was doing it, that his pleasure had been so intense that he'd been clawing through Brendan's body.
"Do they hurt?" He asked and Brendan shook his head.
"Just tingle."
"I'm sorry." Ste said but Brendan turned around again so he could face him, slid his hands down Ste's back to his bum.
"Don't. I like them. I liked you to get so wild." Brendan also seemed to say things which made Ste blush and embarrassed. "It was hot to see how good I made you feel. How much you loved what I did to you."
Ste felt he was flaming red. He was also getting pretty hard against Brendan's belly, and that earned him another smug smirk from Brendan. It was now Brendan's turn to wash him, and he took his time, rubbed Ste's nipples while washing his chest, slid his soapy hands on Ste's bum and kneaded and stroked the cheeks, sliding his fingers down of his crack, toying his hole. Ste was being sore from the sex, but the way Brendan was playing with him made him believe he could take it again. Then Brendan turned his attention to Ste's dick instead, stroked and rubbed it and his balls to the point Ste thought he would come, but Brendan gave him a devilish smile and took his hands away, starting to spray him clean with the water instead. Brendan too was hard, but each time Ste tried to touch his cock Brendan moved his hand away, clearly enjoying teasing Ste.
They stepped out the shower and Brendan rubbed Ste thoroughly dry with a towel, and then picked him up like he weighed nothing and carried him in bed. This time when he rolled Ste on his belly he didn't resist, because he knew Brendan wasn't like Noah, that the connection would be there. Brendan nudged Ste's legs further apart and kneeled between them, running his hands up and down on Ste's back, before starting to play with his bum. He squeezed and stroked like he couldn't get enough of it, run his fingers down on the crack to his balls and back. It didn't take long till Ste was whimpering mess, burying his face into the pillows and bunching the sheets in his hands.
The slap Brendan landed on Ste's ass came as a surprise and he let out a yelp when he heard the smack and felt the sting. Brendan was instantly rubbing the place, and placed a gentle kiss on there too. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Ste looked him over his shoulder, saw the mixture of worry and desire on Brendan's face. He pushed his bum higher. "Do it again."
"Dirty boy." Brendan smiled and Ste pressed his reddened face against the mattress, while angling his hips higher.
There were two more slaps, both of their stings making Ste gasp out, but the tingling he got straight after felt amazing. And then Brendan was soothing the place he had slapped with licks and gentle strokes, which made Ste's balls humm. He was so close already, it was insane how Brendan knew how to touch him to keep him on that edge.
Ste felt Brendan's hands spreading his bum cheeks. "What a pretty sight." His voice was thick and low while he rubbed over Ste's hole with his thumb. "You look so good Steven, you have no idea."
"Shuddup." Ste was torn with embarrassment and being turned on. No one had ever said these things to him like Brendan did. He heard Brendan's breathy laugh and felt him shuffling down a little. He was sure Brendan would finger him again and his dick oozed out some pre-cum from the thought, but then to his surprise he felt Brendan's breath, and then his tongue.
His whole body jolted, and Brendan had to hold his hips tightly to keep him in position. Brendan hadn't been joking when he said he'd have Ste for dessert, he felt like he was being eaten alive, with the licks and sucks Brendan was giving to his hole. Ste had never been rimmed before. Noah hadn't wanted to because it was dirty, and when Ste had first felt Brendan's tongue part of him had wanted to tell him to stop, but two seconds later he had no room for thoughts like that. Any thoughts, as it went, all he could do was whimper and moan when being assaulted by Brendan's talented tongue and feeling the burn of the beard rubbing between his cheeks. When Brendan pushed his tongue in Ste was sure he was going to die, that no people was meant to survive a feeling like it. He wasn't even aware of rocking back for more. He started to come, just like that, and Brendan's other hand sneaked between his legs and on to squeeze his dick to finish him off. Every fiber of Ste was shaking and when he finally was able to stop crying out he heard Brendan's pleased laugh.
"Oh God." He managed to breathe out. "Oh fuck."
"You're amazing," Brendan was kissing his way up, his bum, small of his back, his shoulder blades until he was chest flushed against Ste's back. "Coming just from my tongue, Jesus Steven, you should see yourself."
Brendan rolled them away from the wet patch and Ste was curled against his chest, getting his breath back. Brendan kept stroking his back, giving him that connection he needed to come back together again. Once Ste started to get his body back he tilted his head down and saw that Brendan was still hard. He reached his hand around Brendan's dick and this time Brendan didn't move it away. Ste turned his head so he could see Brendan's face, and then pushed him so Brendan was on his back, and slid down a bit so he was closer to his groin. Brendan's hand was on his hair, stroking.
Ste licked his lips, the squeezed his hand around the base of Brendan's cock and licked the head of it. He could feel Brendan's muscles getting more tense and hear how his breathing got faster. Ste looked up on him, the fascinated expression on Brendan's face when he watched Ste blowing him. Ste licked up and down the shaft, dragged his tongue over the vein underneath and that got a grunt out of Brendan.
He angled the cock into his mouth, sucked the head, bobbed his head as down as he could without gagging and then back up to suck the head again. Ste loved it, the weight and size of it in his mouth, Brendan's taste filling his senses. The more he got into it the deeper he could take him, and what he couldn't manage he held in his hand, stroking and squeezing the base while his other hand scratched Brendan's pubes.
"Good boy." Brendan murmured, rubbing Ste's neck with his fingers and fuck, Ste had never known how into he was to praises but that made him more eager to continue. He could tell Brendan was close, and it was only a moments later then Brendan's grip grew harder. "Steven. I'm going to come."
Ste had no intentions to pull away. He opened his eyes wide and looked Brendan in the eye while sucking him down, and that seemed to be the last thing to push him over the edge. Brendan came with a grunt, and Ste swallowed what he could. He came up for air and then licked Brendan clean, savoring the taste and almost disappointed that it was over for now. Then Brendan was pulling him upwards, until Ste lied flushed against his body. Brendan stroked Ste's lip with his thumb and looked very pleased.
"Aren't you something, Steven Hay." And then he kissed him. There was a taste in his mouth, which Ste realised was his from before, and it mixed with taste of Brendan on his tongue. He had a quick thought how someone might have find it icky, but he just kissed Brendan deeper, trying to get all of it.
When they were done Ste felt a shiver of anxiety in him. He still didn't know what this was, what he meant for Brendan. "You'll stay here, yeah? Sleep with me down here?"
Brendan stroked his cheek. "Of course I will. As long as you want me to."
Ste settled against his side when Brendan put off the light and pulled the covers on top of them, circled his arms around Ste.
Then you'll stay forever, Ste thought before falling asleep.
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Brendan was scared how easily he seemed to get used to waking up next to Steven. It was only the second morning and it already felt familiar and comfortable to feel Steven's breath on his skin, his warmth pressed against him, his limbs wrapped around Brendan. And that serene face of his, Brendan could have stare that for hours. Steven always looked young, but this peaceful expression made him look much younger.
Brendan couldn't help but to reach out to stroke his hair. Steven stirred, blinked his eyes slowly open and it took a second or two before he focused his gaze on Brendan's and seemed to realise where he was. Then there was that shy smile again, which Brendan had begun to adore.
"Morning." Steven's voice was groggy from the sleep, his hair spiked up in all directions and his eyes still looked sleepy. Brendan was once again struck how beautiful he was.
"Morning Steven. You slept okay?"
"Like a baby." Steven's hand came on Brendan's jaw, scratching his beard. "I like sleeping next to you."
Brendan found it interesting how Steven could get shy and careful like he was now, when he had been demanding to get fucked or sucked Brendan down like a pro, like the sex made him more confident and sure about himself. Maybe he felt unsure about everything else, just like Brendan did. Brendan wanted to say all kind of things back to him, but he didn't know where they stood yet. He had never been good with relationships, mainly because apart from Eileen he had never properly been in one and with Eileen it had been mostly lies.
"Good," was all he managed to mutter out and he rubbed Steven's ear gently. And then to stop himself from saying anything stupid he kissed Steven instead. Boy had a morning breath and Brendan was sure he had too, but Steven was still eagerly opening his mouth to him so none of that mattered. Once Brendan was pleased he pulled back and stroked Steven's now wet bottom lip with his thumb. "What do you want to do today?"
"You mean..." Steven was getting flushed before bursting into a honking laugh. "Oh, not about the..."
"Only one thing in your mind then?" Brendan smiled. "I don't have anything against staying in bed and fucking you in every position you want but my initial meaning was what else you'd like to do today than get me in you?"
Steven was still laughing. "Well I never had it good before so you can't blame me for wanting more."
"Really? Was it that good?"
Steven's fingertips played with Brendan's chest hairs, before he settled his palm there, against the spot where Brendan's heart was beating. "You know it was." Then his expression got clouded. "Or... Was it not for you?"
"Steven." Brendan kissed him again and then leaned his forehead against his. "Of course it was."
They stayed like that for a while, Brendan trying to let Steven see everything he felt but couldn't say from his eyes, and then Steven relaxed against him again.
"It is Sunday." Steven finally said, "So I want to go see the kids, if it's okay? Maybe take them to another park, a bigger one, with more squirrels and ducks for them to feed."
"Sounds good."
"Good." Steven gave him a quick peck. "Want to get some breakfast, then?"
"Yeah." Brendan could feel Steven's half stiff dick pressing against his thigh, and slid his hand down to grab it. "I'll have this."
He pushed laughing Steven on his back, shuffled between his legs and made his laughter change into string of moans and curses. It didn't take long for Steven to come, and Brendan couldn't help but hum with pleasure when Steven kissed him hungrily afterwards, like wanting to taste himself from Brendan's mouth.
As delicious as it was Brendan still didn't say no to a fry up. He made the coffee while Steven was preparing the food, chatting about this and that. Being satisfied suited the boy. Brendan had seen it yesterday but it seemed even more evident now, the way Steven glowed and was filled with energy, every look and smile he gave to Brendan were full of warmth. The sex seemed to make him hungry too, because for the first time since Brendan had moved in Steven's dish was as big as his and he finished it all. Brendan couldn't help but keep touching him, stroking the hair on his neck while Steven stood in front of a stove, touching Ste's thigh when they sat close together eating, wiping away a piece of scrambled egg he had on his face. Brendan had never craved to touch anyone this much and he wasn't sure how he could stop it once they walked out from the door.
Steven had a quick call to Amy asking what time it would be okay to come and pick up the kids, sorted out some food for their day in the park and then all they had to do was to change their clothes. Brendan felt bit off by the thought of going upstairs in his room to get his stuff. He had already got used to staying down with Steven, and the time when he spent upstairs alone felt so far away. It seemed Steven felt the same way, because there was a confusion on his face too when Brendan said he needed to go to his room for fresh clothes.
"Should you... If you want to... I mean, move your stuff into mine?" Steven asked visibly nervous.
It was all Brendan wanted, but at the same time there was still some stupid part in his brain which tried to hold on to the business deal they had even tho it all had been thrown out from the window by now. There was no way he would ever charge Steven from anything, but it was still pretty unclear what exactly were they. Fuckbuddies? Boyfriends?
His silence made Steven grow more unsure. "Sorry. Stupid idea. I'll go and change, I'll be ready in a bit." And he disappeared into his room, leaving Brendan feeling utterly horrible.
He made his way into the room he had stayed in, and felt the coldness of it. Suddenly he imagined his room at Cheryl's, and how it too felt just a place he went to sleep in, how even when he enjoyed staying in the flat it wasn't his home. There were faint memories from distant childhood, when his mother was still alive and they had shared a small flat together, the warmth of summer day and scent of his mothers cooking. He hadn't felt the same kind of feel of belonging since, not until falling asleep with Steven in his arms.
If only he would stop be such arse about it and tell it to the lad.
Once he was done he went back down again and Steven was all ready, waiting for him. He had that bruised look which he tried to hide by smiling, like it was any other time they went outside together. Only Brendan could tell how unsure and disappointed Steven really was, like he'd had too much expectations and Brendan had ruined them all.
"Come here," He wrapped Steven in his arms and kissed the side of his neck, spot which was quickly becoming his favorite. Steven held on to him "Are we okay?"
"Yeah." Steven nodded against his shoulder and when Brendan let go of him he looked soothed. Brendan didn't know what to say or how to say it, so he kissed him instead.
"Lets get going then."
Steven seemed to get more settled during their drive to Amy's. Brendan wondered how much the lad had to work mentally to get in that state – he had noticed how Steven worked through his disappointments, like he was used to get up again after being knocked down. He felt awful thinking that he had been pushing Steven down just like everyone else, like he hadn't had enough of that in his life. Yet as hard as he tried Brendan had troubles to reassure him. He had wanted Steven the moment he saw him on telly several months ago and getting to know him had changed the physical desire to something more bigger. Still, saying something things like I want to get serious with you seemed too big, and too soon.
He pulled on a vacant space near Amy and they walked rest of the way. Brendan would have wanted to reach for Steven's shoulder, but public display of affection wasn't really his thing, even if their relationship would be something they had agreed to be open about.
The door opened before they reached it and kids run up to meet their dad, and then Leah was on Brendan too. He lifter her up without thinking and she laughed, and Steven gave them ridiculously soft look. Brendan let her down and noticed that Amy was on the door, studying him and frowning a bit like she wasn't sure what she was supposed to think.
"Amy," he greeted and she gave him one of her thin smiles before putting her attention to Steven with more warmth.
"They have been waiting for you all morning. We have been chopping lettuce for the ducks, haven't we?" Amy ruffled Lucas's hair.
"Lettuce? Don't the ducks eat bread?" Brendan frowned.
"Bread makes duck's tummies hurt." Leah informer him. "And it sounds funny when they munch the lettuce."
"Okay. Didn't know that."
"You learn something new every day, eh?" Steven smiled. "Well I have some snacks for us, so why don't you get your stuff and ducks snacks and we get going?"
It took a while for the kids to get their little jackets and back bags, and Brendan hadn't remember it was such a hassle with children. He didn't mind it though, it just made him realise how much he had missed with his own sons. Once everything was ready and kids had waved their goodbyes to Amy they got them in the car and Steven gave Brendan the instructions where to drive.
Brendan had been in that park few times before for a run. There was a pond and a stream where the ducks liked to hang out, but there were more trees and plantation than their usual one so Brendan didn't feel comfortable to have an exerciser because he would have lost a sight of Steven and the kids. But it was okay to spend the time with them, watch the kids feed the birds and listen their endless chatter. Leah had been right – the sound the ducks made when eating the lettuce was funny. And every time Steven looked at him there was the electricity between them which reminded Brendan for all the things they had been doing in nights before. When they walked after the kids they were so close to each other that Brendan could feel Steven's heat and he could have just reach his hand a little to take Steven's, but something stopped him. He hated himself for that.
There were tables and benches here and there around the park, and they found one set which was free. Brendan spotted some exercise machines close by.
"Mind if I go and do some pull-ups? Build up my hunger?"
"No, you go on." Steven was setting up the drinks and sandwiches on the table. "We'll be right here."
"Good." There was a field of grass between the table set and the machines, so Brendan could have a straight view for them the whole time. He had a jog over there and did some moves on the machines, until his muscles had a nice burn. He was working on a sweat, tied his hoodie around his waist and then he jogged back to Steven and the kids. They we just finishing their lunch.
"Good timing." Steven handed him a sandwich. Brendan saw how his eyes run over his arms where they were visible from the T-shirt sleeves.
"Enjoying the view, Steven?" He had to ask and Steven looked him through his lashes in a way that set a nice heat on Brendan's groin too. The kids had spotted a squirrel and tried to get it attention with nuts, and Brendan took the opportunity to give Steven's bum a quick pinch. Steven's gaze turned even more filthy and for a second Brendan was ready to say goodbye to every sense of reason and kiss him, but then there was excited squeals from the kids when the squirrel had been brave enough to get a nut from Lucas's hand.
Overall it was a nice day and the presence of the kids seemed to take Steven's mind off the awkwardness from the morning. When they were making their way back to the car Lucas took hold of his dad's hand but Leah came for Brendan's. There was another proud smile from Steven but Brendan felt the pressure. Not only had he Steven to look after, but the kids were getting close to him too, and what if he would ruin everything like he always did, and ended up hurting not just Steven but Leah and Lucas in the process?
Amy was waiting them and asked them in for a tea. The kids told her about the ducks and squirrels, taking up all the space from any other conversation which suited Brendan perfectly. And while the water was boiling Amy showed Steven some online magazine, with pictures from the Friday nights event on it.
"Don't you look dashing." She said and gave him a kiss on the cheek while Steven was studying the pics frowning.
"I look like an idiot. I don't know what I would have done if Mitzeee wasn't there, look, she's the main focus on every pic."
"Aw, don't say that, I think you look good! No one would know you were nervous by looking these." Amy clicked on another photo, one taken so Steven was more on the focus there, and she was right, his wide smile showed no signs of anxiety. Only his posture was bit stiff, but Brendan guessed that anyone who wouldn't know Steven like he did wouldn't have noticed. Steven still seemed too embarrassed to watch any more and moved back to kitchen.
"Water's boiled." He started their teas and once he was done he handed a cup to Brendan.
"Here ya are."
"Thank you, Steven." Their fingers brushed when Brendan took the cup and Steven's expression was as hot as the cup was. When Brendan blew in the tea to cool it down he noticed that Amy was staring at them with something like shock and realisation on her face. Fuck.
When they had finished the tea she turned to the kids. "Won't you show that new lego set to Daddy in your room? Mummy has a word with Brendan."
The kids run off and Steven followed them after throwing a curious glance towards Amy. Once they were gone Amy was by Brendan's side and talked in hushed voice.
"Is there something I should know about?"
"What do you mean, Amy?" Brendan hoped his voice remained cool.
"You know what I mean." Her eyes narrowed. "Is there something going on between you and Ste?"
"I'm here to look after him." Brendan leaned against the kitchen counter. "And that's what I'm doing."
She knew he was avoiding the subject, Brendan could tell. She was biting inside of her mouth and clearly trying to decide how detailed questions she could ask.
"How are things with you, has there been any troubles?" Brendan hoped that would be enough to change the subject. Amy seemed to battle with herself for a while, trying to decide would she go on with it. Finally she seemed to give up trying to milk out any more information from him.
"Everything is fine, just like normal. I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary, just one reporter trying to get a pic. Only I don't know why they even bother, they can't put pics of kids on papers and I don't think a ex's of Ste is interesting for a readers. How about Ste? Has there been any more.. contacts?"
Brendan debated for a while how much he should tell her. "There has been some. Nothing he or you should worry about. I'm handling it."
"And what else are you handling with Ste?" She was back on the same topic but then Steven was back in the room with the kids.
"Alright, I think it's time to let these little rascals to settle down for their dinner and bedtime, yeah? Bren, I think we should go."
"Okay, Steven." Brendan finished his tea. "Thank you, Amy."
"You're welcome." Brendan could feel her eyes on him even without looking at her. He knew he hadn't been able to fool her, but also it seemed like Steven's place to tell her what ever he wanted about them. He couldn't get out the flat quick enough, and stood outside while Steven was still saying his goodbyes.
"What was that with Amy?" Steven asked when they were in the car.
"Nothing." Brendan said but Steven squinted at him. "She just thinks I'm having my wicked ways with you."
"She's right." Steven smiled. "What did you say?"
"I told her nothing." Brendan drove on. "I thought it's not my place to tell her."
Steven was quiet for a while and when Brendan looked at him Steven was staring in the distance.
"Steven, if you want to tell her... I just thought we could, you know, work this out first."
"I know." Then Steven smiled again. "Our Leah has really taken on with you though. It's cute to see you two together."
"Cute?" Brendan hoped he looked appalled. "I'm not cute. But she has a good taste, doesn't she, like her dad."
"The thing is, actually, she's not mine." Steven said.
"What?" Brendan was confused.
"Amy had a bloke before me, you know, as a teenager, and she got pregnant, and then we started dating and I don't know, soon as Leah was born she was mine." He looked Brendan like waiting him to challenge him in that matter. "I'm the only dad she knows and I love her to bits just as much I love Lucas, I'm just not blood related."
"Blood means nothing, Steven. You took her, and you loved her, and she's yours, anyone can see that." Brendan parked the car on his usual spot and turned to look at Steven properly. "I think it's great what you have done with her."
"You don't think I'm stupid for taking in someone else child?" Steven asked.
Brendan leaned in, damn it to be a daylight still, damn for them being in a place where anyone walking past could see them. He held Steven's chin and kissed him. "I think it's amazing." He said when he pulled back. "I think you are amazing."
Steven gave him a bashful smile, like trying not to look pleased.
They went in and Steven wanted to start their dinner, so that was what they did. Brendan did his best to help, mainly chopping the veggies, trying to make them look as neat than he had seen Steven make and Steven seemed pleased with his handiwork. Brendan left the actual cooking and seasoning to Steven, and it didn't take long until they had steaming wok on their plates. They had beers with it and sitting there by the table, eating the dinner they made together, talking about this and that made Brendan realise how much of a couple they seemed. Maybe they were. Maybe he was okay with it.
When Steven took the empty plates to the sink Brendan took the rest of their beers into the sofa table, opened the telly and made himself comfortable on the couch. Steven disappeared into the loo for a while, and when he returned to join him he stopped to hesitate for a second, trying to decide where to sit. Brendan lifted his other arm and Steven sat next to him, slotted himself there and Brendan draped his arm over him. They didn't talk much then, and Brendan was more interested to stroke Steven's side with his hand than following what every crappy show TV was playing. It didn't take long for them to be making out on the couch like teenagers. It wasn't as hectic as it had been last night, now Brendan was truly taking his time, enjoying how desperate Steven seemed to get with it.
"Wanna get in the bed?" He whispered while nibbling Steven's ear and the boy made a keen noise against Brendan's throat where he was kissing the beard.
They turned out the lights and went to the bedroom. They undressed each other in the dim light of the nightstand lamp, taking their time, exploring each other's skin as they revealed it. Steven run his fingers over Brendan's cross tattoo and kissed it. Brendan lifted off Steven's t-shirt and licked his collarbones, dropped to his knees to kiss and sucked the tattoo he had on his hip. The bite marks were still there too, and Brendan run his thumbs over them. Steven's hand was in his hair, tugging. Brendan pulled his trackies and undies down at one go, and Steven steadied himself hands on his shoulders while stepping out of them. Brendan could tell the boy wanted him to blow him, but instead he stood up, laughed at Steven's disappointed crumble and pushed him on the bed. Steven licked his lips while watching Brendan unzip himself and drop his jeans, slowly removing his underwear too. Then he crawled on top of Steven, laying his full weight on him, his hands on Brendan's back and bum, legs circling around him like he wanted him closer still.
Brendan moved to his side and pulled Steven with him, and then Steven reached over him to the nightstand for the lube, opened Brendan's palm and squirted an generous amount there, before tossing it aside and starting to kiss him again. Brendan reached between his legs blindly, found his target and started to stroke and toy with it. Steven was making noises against his mouth and when Brendan pushed two fingers in Steven bit down on his bottom lip, and this time it was Brendan who moaned.
"Have you decided what d'you want to do today?" Brendan asked between kisses.
"You know. Uh." Steven panted against his neck while Brendan rubbed his prostate. "I want -ah- I want you close."
"Turn around, then." Brendan licked his ear and removed his fingers. "That's a good boy."
Steven looked over his shoulder when Brendan rolled on a condom and got on top of him. He leaned to kiss the side of Steven's face, other hand rubbing his shoulder while he guided himself in with another. Steven moaned while letting him in, relaxing underneath him. When Brendan was completely inside, he slid both of his arms around Steven's chest and slowly rolled them to their side.
He held Steven close, arm around his belly, other around his thigh lifting it up to give him a better angle to thrust inside him. His mouth licked Steven's neck, kissed his throat, bit down on his shoulder. Steven's moans were delicious and his other hand held tightly the one Brendan had wrapped around him and the other reached back to Brendan's bum. Brendan pushed in deep and slow, and it didn't take long when Steven's noises were getting louder and the pull of his inside muscles more intense. Brendan slid his hand down, wrapped it around Steven's dick and stroked it alongside his movements. Steven twisted his head and Brendan sucked his moans from his mouth when he came over his fist. The way his body was shaking made Brendan come too, and he grabbed Steven's hips to pull him even closer to bury himself deeper in him while biting down hard on his shoulder.
When their aftershocks had died down Brendan slowly pulled out, quickly tossed the condom aside and cleaned Steven with some tissues with great care. Steven was basking in the attention, all languid and mellow, lazily wrapping his arms around Brendan once he was done. Brendan pulled the cover on top of them and put the light off. In the dark, with Steven in his arms it all seemed so simple.
"Steven?"
"Mmmh."
"I could move my stuff down tomorrow. If you like."
He could feel Steven tilting his head up, even when in the dark it was hard to see.
"You want to?"
"It would be easier to have my toothbrush down here." He joked before getting serious. "Yes, I'd like to."
"I'd like that too." There was a kiss on Brendan's jaw.
"Also, if you'd... If you meant what you said about... Not using protection..."
"Yeah?" Steven's voice was hardly more than a breath.
"I could get myself checked. Just in case."
"Okay." Steven's hand sneaked up to stroke Brendan's neck. Brendan took hold of it, held it lightly.
"Steven. I'm not.. I wasn't planning on sleeping with you."
"Yeah, you were." He sounded amused.
"Well, yeah, I wanted to, but I thought to – It doesn't matter. I'm trying to say that I'm not good at relationships." He took their tangled hands on to his mouth and kissed the back of Steven's hand. "Steven, aren't you worried how fast this is moving? I'm..." He mumbled against it.
"I'm scared too." Steven shuffled closer. "I mean, I am, and at the same time I'm not, because I'm with you. Does that make any sense?"
"It does."
"And I know this is really fast, everything, but at the same time it doesn't feel like it. And if you want to, like, try, with me, I'm... I'd like you to."
"I'd like it too." Brendan kissed his forehead.
"Good." Steven buried his face against Brendan's chest. Neither of them spoke after that and after a while Steven's breathing changed into a steady puffs when he fell asleep.
Brendan drifted off too, but woke up again. He needed to take a piss, so he carefully slid out from Steven's grip and made his way to the bathroom. Once he had relieved himself he noticed he was thirsty too. He slid the dressing gown on him again and quietly made his way to the kitchen.
He had just filled a glass and was about to sneak back next to Steven, when he heard a faint sound. He set the glass down on the desk and moved into the hallway. The front door had a two small windows of smoked glass, and Brendan was sure he saw someone moving behind them. He went closer and listened. Footsteps.
He quickly removed the safety lock and pulled the door open. There was no one there, but he though he saw someone disappear behind the cars at the end of the road. He took few steps out, but realised he was naked apart from the dressing gown and had nothing on his feet. There was no way he would catch anyone like this.
Brendan looked down the stairs and there it was again, another box, flat and long this time. He picked it up, went back in and made sure the door was locked and bolted. He took the box into the kitchen and put on the counter light.
It was heavy box, and he almost knew what was in it before opening it. It was a hunting knife or something similar, long, thin and curved blade with a wooden handle. Brendan didn't touch it, he just pulled out the note.
Did you like your present? Use this in the show and I know you love me.
Brendan put it back in the box. This one he couldn't throw away like the heart, but he could take it to the station tomorrow so they could check it for fingerprints. He couldn't leave it in the kitchen though, for Steven to find it. He rose upstairs as silently as he could, hid the box underneath his blanket and came back down again. He shut the light, picked up the glass of water and went back to bedroom.
Steven stirred when he came in. "Bren?" He sounded like he was still half asleep. "Where you been?"
"Just to get a glass of water." He placed the glass down on the nightstand, slid the dressing gown off and got under the cover. Steven wrapped his arm over him again, set his head on Brendan's chest and was asleep instantly.
Brendan stroked his hair. Part of him thought Steven should know about the presents. But the boy was finally happy, after being stressed because of the stalker and for work and Noah. Brendan didn't want to imagine the fear on Steven's eyes again if he'd learn about the heart and the knife, someone sneaking close to his apartment. Brendan would protect him from that, just like he would keep him safe from everything else.
No, he thought while wrapping his arms tighter around Steven, he wouldn't need to know.