So I decided just to do this in two parts but I might do another fic on it in the future:) I hope you's enjoy xx

Part Two

Brendan's pov

It's been weeks since the near kiss with Steven. Being in the heat of the moment and having too much whiskey in my system was to blame.

That's what I told myself anyway and Cheryl. We both know it's just another excuse. It's been no secret between me and Chez that I've always had an eye for the young lad, when I had first came out Chez had already got it out of me.

Even though we've never been particularly close I've still yearned for him, looked at him whenever I got the chance. I knew better than to get involved. When we first met he had been a scally who had no idea exactly who he was and I had been the angry, queer in the closet.

There was a desire for him but when I saw that he was close to Chez I decided it wasn't a good idea, I didn't need some adolescent giving me grief. Then when he had came out I still had my own battles in my mind, I couldn't stay away from him though, whether it was a five minute conversation or just looking at him from afar.

I had finally worked up the courage to make the next step, he was in the club. Alone, with a drink at the bar, it was only when I got nearer that someone got there first. That's when the next problem came, Noah.

He rubbed it in how him and Steven were 'seeing each other', bragged about how things were getting serious and I had tried to push my anger to the side. He seemed to still know that he was getting to me, he would look at me with a smug smile that I wanted to smack off his face. And I would have, if I didn't get arrested first.

Things with Steven and Noah had apparently got rough and I don't know what exactly went on but I could tell by Cheryl's face that it was something important. So you would think that now since we were both single and neither of us were in jail or the closet that we would finally get together.

I'm not stupid I know the lad likes me, I get a weird twinge when I see his eyes light up a little every time he sees me. There's still something thats stopping me, whenever I go to ask him out I seem to lose the ability to speak , whenever I try to make a move I think maybe it's a bad idea.

It's not until Chez gets a few drinks down my throat that she brings it up,

"Bren you've known him for years, and you still want him doesn't that mean something?" she asks and I grunt, am obviously not pissed enough to talk about it yet, "He isn't going to be single forever." she says and I rest my head in my hands, it's as if I don't already know this.

"It's obvious you both care about each other!" she tries again.

"What if I'm no good for him Chez?" I say to her eventually.

She gives me a small smile and a squeeze on the arm, "I think that's up to him to decide isn't it?"

"Guess so." I shrug, "So what should I do?"

"Ask him out silly." she says grinning, like it's the simplest thing in the world.

"Fine." I say, it's not like I need to do it right this minute.

"Finally!" she squeals, she drinks the rest of her glass before standing up and grabbing her handbag.

"Where are ye goin?" I grunt.

"Home." she says simply before breaking out in a smile, "I text Ste he's on his way."

"Ye did what?!" I can't help but shout slightly. "What if I said I didn't want to ask him out?"

"Then you'd be lying, I'll see ye at home Bren." she says along with a wink before walking away.

This is when the nerves start to kick in, I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to him. Everything I think of saying just sounds laughable. I don't know how long I'm hunched over the bar thinking about this but the next I know I hear a scuffle of feet and know straight away it's Steven. I turn to face the stairs waiting for him to appear and when he does he freezes.

"Sorry, Cheryl told me to come ere." he says with a slight frown on his face.

"Yeah I know." I say rolling my shoulders like it'll roll away the stress, "Just.. Just take a seat Steven."

"Is something wrong Brendan?" he says taking a few steps closer to me.

I tell myself to get a grip and go for it, Cheryl's right I've had my eyes on him for years and even after everything my desire for him hasn't changed. There's something special about him I just know it, feel myself cringe at the thought.

I get us both a drink, give Steven a beer instead of whiskey, he takes a seat and looks at me expectedly.

"Em.. Well.. I" I say,

"Brendan will ya just spit it out." he says smirking can see I'm struggling but doesn't know why.

"Would ye like to go for a drink with me?" I snap, it comes out a bit harsh.

"Were havin a drink aren't we?" he says at first I think he's doing it deliberately but when I look at his face I can tell he's clueless.

"That's not what I meant.." I sigh,

"Aw, ya mean like a.." he lets that hang between us.

"Yeah, a date." I say nodding too nervous to even look at him. Never have I asked someone on a date, I've went on a few before but I've not went out my way to ask someone out.

He frowns, "I don't get it.."

I decide that maybe it will be worth it if I tell him, "I like ye." I simply say but then laugh, sound like I'm back in school, but I manage to look him in the face, "I really like ye. I have for years."

He looks as though he really didn't have a clue but I guess that was my plan, "But.. Ya said ya don't do boyfriends?" he says chewing on his lip.

"Your right I don't." I shrug, "but I'm willing to try this whole thing." I say to him the honesty of it making my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

He doesn't answer but he grins, widely and it might be the most perfect thing I've ever seen.

The nerves are getting to me as I wait on Steven coming to the flat. It's been a week since I asked him out and were just getting the chance to follow through with our plans, just with the way that it's worked out with our jobs.

We've text each other everyday, even spoke on the phone once. I've learned a few new things about Steven and I even told him a bit about myself. Cheryl told me the key to a relationship is to share things with each other.

When Steven finally gets to my flat he looks shattered and instead of us going out we decide to say in. I cook him a fry up, since it's the only thing that still tastes good when it's burned and we watch a movie that's on the tv.

Well he watches the movie, I get bored after five minutes.

"Ya don't like this do ya?" Steven asks from beside me.

"No it's good. It's nice." I tell him in honesty.

"Don't lie ya aren't even watching it." he groans, and it's only then I realise he was talking about the movie.

"I wasn't talking about the movie." I blurt out before I change my mind and don't say to him, "I was talking about this." I say pointing between both of us.

He smiles again and it brightens up his whole face, maybe even the whole room. This time when I go in for a kiss I don't back out and it might be the best thing I've ever done.

It starts slow, our mouths getting aquatinted, then the pace picks up and it gets heated. So I pull away and I tell him in a hushed whisper that I don't want to rush things, that I want it to be special.

He tells me that I make him happy, That nobody else has made him feel this way, and obviously my insecurity got the better of me and I reminded him about Noah. We had an argument and things got heated, I stormed out his flat before realising what I had done.

As soon as my mind caught up with me I regretted it, I always end up messing things up and to think that me and Steven really have got a good thing going on, it's been our first argument and we've been 'seeing' each other for a month. So I go back, he must know its me because I saw the curtains move but he doesn't answer and I don't blame him.

That doesn't stop me chapping his door and although he doesn't make any noise I know he's listening to me so I start talking.

"I'm sorry Steven, I'm not used to this. I've always been able to keep people at arms length but somehow you've wormed your way in. Nobody's made me feel like you do.. Ye make me want to be a better person." I say, am praying that he is listening, "I'm sorry that I get jealous, I'm just not used to someone being so important that I'm scared they get taken away from me. I know it'll happen, you'll find someone better or I'll mess it up but.."

I don't finish what I'm saying because the door opens, and he gives me a watery smile. I ignore the tears that I see in his eyes and pull him into my arms, and it feels like he belongs there.

"You love him don't you?" Amy asks me.

Steven brought me on his weekly visit to see his kids, he's in the garden while me and Amy are looking at them from the window, cup of tea in hand. I've not taken my eyes off him since I caught a glance through the window.

I don't want to answer that question, I know if I do then there's no going back. I've been mulling it over in my head, I know I love him. Think I've known for years but just ignored it, I haven't admitted it out loud because I know then that I wont be able to take it back. So I shrug and I hear her let out a sigh before snatching the cup out my hand and storming out the room. I still haven't taken my eyes off him.

We're out a drive in my Mercedes, he's wearing my sunglasses and his hair is blowing in the wind since the windows are rolled down. It's one of they random heatwave days in the middle of March and we've spent it driving around the countryside.

It'stwo o'clockand we stop off at a diner to get some lunch. We both get cheeseburgers and chips and by the time he's finished his burger I've already ate my full meal and started on his chips. He smiles at me like this is normal and I realise that it is.

I had always hated the gay couples that I had seen, now I think that I had partly envied them, because they were out and proud and happy with who they were and I wasn't. I wasn't even happy with who I was pretending to be.

Now though I am happy, and it's all because of Steven. So I tell him,

"I didn't imagine I'd ever have this."

"What a cheeseburger?" he frowns at me.

I smile at him, "No us." I can feel my cheeks heat up.

"What ya on about?" he says and let out a laugh.

I don't know how to explain to him, have no idea how I can even begin to explain, "I love ye." I finally tell him, "Not just because your, you but because the way I am with you. Ye make me a better person, the person I never thought that I would be."

He grins back and his eyes are watering again, "I love you too." he shrugs and he looks like I've left him speechless for a change. I grasp onto they words knowing that he means it.

And when he smiles it lights up the room, just like it lights up my heart.

The end..

So that last line was a little cheesy but who doesn't love a bit of cheese eh? Review and lemme know what you's think and thank you to everyone that reviewed the first part aswell x