Fic: Maybe He's Born With It
Title: Maybe He's Born With It
Story Rating: U
Fandom: Hollyoaks
Pairing: Ste/Brendan
Word Count: 581 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the folk in Chester. If I did, Hollyoaks wouldn't be shown pre-watershed.
Summary: Brendan and Warren discuss their skincare routine while Ste wonders what the hell is going on. Established relationship fic.
Notes: Just a quickie I was inspired to write after the infamous moisturiser conversation between Broxy.
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Maybe He's Born With It
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Warren Fox looked at the dainty pink tub with a curious expression. The dainty pink tub - also known as Lady Liara's Age-Defying Antidote - gleamed back at him, its gold logo shimmering enticingly. It made Warren, a usually manly sort of man, feel rather intrigued.
"So," he said slowly, picking it up and turning the delicate thing over in his large, calloused hands. "I just slap this crap on my face then, yeah?"
Brendan Brady, who was smoothing down his moustache in the mirror and looking rather pleased with what he saw, barely glanced at his business partner as he continued to primp.
" 'Got the repertoire of an angel there, haven't yeh, Foxy?" he drawled, rolling out his words.
Illustrating how angelic he was by shrugging at this bullishly, Warren unscrewed the lid of the tub, gave it a fascinated stare and proceeded to give the creamy concoction a cautious sniff. He looked surprisingly impressed.
"Fruity," he remarked. He then smirked up at Brendan, his smile all teeth. "Appropriate."
Looking at him stoically, Brendan threw back his head.
"Ha," he said into the air shortly, his voice and his face unamused. "Hilarious, Foxy. Really. You should go into comedy."
Warren ignored the sarcasm to return back to the tub.
"Seriously though, do I rub it in with my fingers or something?" he asked unabashed, his tongue pressed against his teeth and his eyes squinting at the tiny instructions on the side of the tub. " 'Cause Mitzeee's always going on about technique. She's got this sponge thing she uses. And like, a palette. You know, for mixing and that. Reckon I should get some of those?"
"... Er, what's going on here?"
Ste Hay, fresh from the weekly shopping and with his hands full of groceries, eyed the two men in his bedroom as though they had gone insane.
Which, considering the situation, wouldn't be an unfair assessment for him to make.
"None of your business, Ratboy," Warren returned. He then dabbed a spot of cream on his cheek, turned to Brendan and asked seriously, "So I just rub it in?"
"Stephen," Brendan nodded briefly in welcome before cocking his head at Warren, shrewdly eyeing his application skills and saying, "Circular motions, Foxy. Circular motions."
Ste just stared at them both and wondered if he had stepped into an alternate universe.
"What are you two doing?" he asked, looking around him to make sure he hadn't walked into the wrong apartment.
"What's it to you, wife-beater?" Warren responded before laughing rather gleefully at the look Brendan threw at him. "Awww, cute. And people say romance is dead."
Ste, who was used to Warren's obnoxiousness, pointedly ignored him as he turned to Brendan.
"Amy and the kids are coming over in a minute," he said, his mouth sulky. "So this best not be out dodgy, Brendan."
"Dodgy?" Brendan said, pointing at himself with mock innocence. He even looked behind him for added effect. "What, us? Stephen, that hurts. Right here." He patted his chest.
Ste gave this all the response it deserved by looking sour and stomping off to the kitchen to put the groceries away.
"Your girl's a right diva," Warren informed Brendan.
"Yeah," Brendan said aloud, staring after Ste and looking both faintly amused and rather fond about it, "he is. Now," he said, shaking out of it before pulling out an eye mask and placing it down on the bed almost reverently, "say goodbye to crow's feet forever, my friend."
Story Rating: U
Fandom: Hollyoaks
Pairing: Ste/Brendan
Word Count: 581 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the folk in Chester. If I did, Hollyoaks wouldn't be shown pre-watershed.
Summary: Brendan and Warren discuss their skincare routine while Ste wonders what the hell is going on. Established relationship fic.
Notes: Just a quickie I was inspired to write after the infamous moisturiser conversation between Broxy.
Link:
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Maybe He's Born With It
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Warren Fox looked at the dainty pink tub with a curious expression. The dainty pink tub - also known as Lady Liara's Age-Defying Antidote - gleamed back at him, its gold logo shimmering enticingly. It made Warren, a usually manly sort of man, feel rather intrigued.
"So," he said slowly, picking it up and turning the delicate thing over in his large, calloused hands. "I just slap this crap on my face then, yeah?"
Brendan Brady, who was smoothing down his moustache in the mirror and looking rather pleased with what he saw, barely glanced at his business partner as he continued to primp.
" 'Got the repertoire of an angel there, haven't yeh, Foxy?" he drawled, rolling out his words.
Illustrating how angelic he was by shrugging at this bullishly, Warren unscrewed the lid of the tub, gave it a fascinated stare and proceeded to give the creamy concoction a cautious sniff. He looked surprisingly impressed.
"Fruity," he remarked. He then smirked up at Brendan, his smile all teeth. "Appropriate."
Looking at him stoically, Brendan threw back his head.
"Ha," he said into the air shortly, his voice and his face unamused. "Hilarious, Foxy. Really. You should go into comedy."
Warren ignored the sarcasm to return back to the tub.
"Seriously though, do I rub it in with my fingers or something?" he asked unabashed, his tongue pressed against his teeth and his eyes squinting at the tiny instructions on the side of the tub. " 'Cause Mitzeee's always going on about technique. She's got this sponge thing she uses. And like, a palette. You know, for mixing and that. Reckon I should get some of those?"
"... Er, what's going on here?"
Ste Hay, fresh from the weekly shopping and with his hands full of groceries, eyed the two men in his bedroom as though they had gone insane.
Which, considering the situation, wouldn't be an unfair assessment for him to make.
"None of your business, Ratboy," Warren returned. He then dabbed a spot of cream on his cheek, turned to Brendan and asked seriously, "So I just rub it in?"
"Stephen," Brendan nodded briefly in welcome before cocking his head at Warren, shrewdly eyeing his application skills and saying, "Circular motions, Foxy. Circular motions."
Ste just stared at them both and wondered if he had stepped into an alternate universe.
"What are you two doing?" he asked, looking around him to make sure he hadn't walked into the wrong apartment.
"What's it to you, wife-beater?" Warren responded before laughing rather gleefully at the look Brendan threw at him. "Awww, cute. And people say romance is dead."
Ste, who was used to Warren's obnoxiousness, pointedly ignored him as he turned to Brendan.
"Amy and the kids are coming over in a minute," he said, his mouth sulky. "So this best not be out dodgy, Brendan."
"Dodgy?" Brendan said, pointing at himself with mock innocence. He even looked behind him for added effect. "What, us? Stephen, that hurts. Right here." He patted his chest.
Ste gave this all the response it deserved by looking sour and stomping off to the kitchen to put the groceries away.
"Your girl's a right diva," Warren informed Brendan.
"Yeah," Brendan said aloud, staring after Ste and looking both faintly amused and rather fond about it, "he is. Now," he said, shaking out of it before pulling out an eye mask and placing it down on the bed almost reverently, "say goodbye to crow's feet forever, my friend."